Author: Amour
Title: Isabelle's Family Secret
Summary: An unexpected encounter with her father leaves
fifteen-year-old Isabelle dreaming of a romance with the
handsome but mysterious man renting the house next door.
Keywords: Mf, ff, fsolo, Asian, reluc, inc, rom.
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Adults Only! Distribution to minors prohibited.
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Copyright (C) 2012 by Amour. All rights reserved. No part
of this story may be reproduced in any form without the
previous written permission of the author.
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All characters and situations in this story are
fictitious.
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Isabelle's Family Secret
By Amour
Chapter 1
Conner moved into the rental house next door to my
family last September, right about the time I was
starting ninth grade. I didn't pay any attention to him
at first; he was just another tenant who'd probably be
gone before the end of the school year. I'd see him
sometimes as I walked home from school, driving by in a
black convertible sports car, hair mussed up by the wind,
sunglasses, radio playing; he never so much as looked at
me, but there was a certain aura about him that I found
intriguing, and as time went by thoughts of him began to
intrude during my classes at school, and as I prayed in
church on Sunday, and when I lay in bed at night.
In all my life I'd never had an experience like
this; I hadn't even spoken to him, and yet I couldn't get
him out of my mind; it was crazy, the only thing I knew
about him was that he was much older than me, and that
didn't matter because I had fallen completely in love
with him. I know it doesn't make sense but my feelings
were real and I had to deal with it, so I decided that I
simply had to meet him, make friends, and find out what
he was like, which would have been great, if only a
certain incident hadn't sidetracked my plans.
It happened one day after school, I was talking with
my girlfriend, Mallory, complaining about how I'd never
even kissed a guy and wouldn't know what to do if
presented with the opportunity, and then, out of nowhere,
Mallory offers to teach me the fine points of locking
lips. Now to be honest I was startled by the idea of
kissing another girl, and I suppose I was a little naive
at the time, but Mallory said it was only "practice," and
it would be our "little secret," so I fell for it and
invited her over to my house that very afternoon.
I told mom and dad that we'd be studying in my room
for a while, and once we were up there Mallory went right
to work; getting me on the bed, pressing her lips over
mine, rubbing her body on me, squeezing my breasts,
pinching my nipples, taking me far beyond the mere
kissing lesson that I'd agreed to, and perhaps she did
take advantage of me, but it was my choice to go along
with it, nobody forced me.
A rush of wonderful feelings swept over me as
Mallory had her way with my flesh, the sensations were
too good to resist, and who knows how far we might have
gone if my dad hadn't walked into the room and caught
Mallory with her hand under my skirt. I swear, it was so
embarrassing, my dad is a serious man and I was terrified
that I had disgraced him, I didn't have a clue how he
would react, I only knew that my panties were wet when he
sat down next to me on the bed.
My dad spoke in a soft voice, asking what we were
doing, and I explained how I never got to be with guys
and just wanted to learn how to kiss, and he reflected on
how he had raised me and at least considered that he may
have been too strict. Then he put his arms around me,
holding me tight, kissing me in a manner unlike he had
ever done before, softly at first, then with more
urgency, slipping his tongue inside my mouth; I couldn't
believe it!
I sat between them on the side of the bed. Mallory's
eyes opened wide as she watched my dad unbutton my shirt,
she heard him say that he was going to teach me
everything, and she witnessed him putting his hands under
my skirt, pulling my panties down, and her face turned
red as he positioned me on my back, spreading my legs
apart, and her nipples became hard when he climbed on top
of me, pushing himself inside, doing it to me for the
first time.
I know that some people will say that I should feel
bad about what happened, and that I should have stopped
him, or at least tried to, or even reported him, but you
have to understand that looking at something like this
from the outside and actually being involved are two
very different things. The truth is this; I'm glad it
happened, I am what I am, and nobody has a right to tell
me how I should feel.
Life changed for me after that day, my need to be
satisfied on a regular basis ratcheted up dramatically; I
was no longer able to go for extended periods of time
without sexual release, at the very minimum I had to
masturbate every day or otherwise I became irritable and
couldn't sleep. Fortunately for me, self-gratification
wasn't always necessary, my life as a schoolgirl
presented abundant carnal opportunities.
It wasn't long after my fatherly initiation that I
noticed my science teacher, Mr. Watson, taking an
interest in me that went beyond the boundary of a typical
student-teacher relationship. The flirtations were
innocent enough until one day during class when I caught
him looking under my skirt while I sat at my desk, and
trust me, it was a lot more than just a casual glance;
the man was really checking me out.
I was flattered by his attention and decided to
provoke him a little more by first raising my hand to ask
a question, and then innocently moving my legs apart to
give him a better view. The poor man tried to act
professional, but his eyes repeatedly dipped down to
feast on my thighs; if my teacher only knew that his
behavior was making my pussy slobbering wet.
This was the last class of the day, and when it was
over I let the other kids rush out of the room ahead of
me, then I slowly walked by Mr. Watson's desk, one toe in
front of the other, gently swaying my hips, feeling his
eyes following me like radar.
"Oh Miss Tanaka, would you be willing to stay after
school for a while and grade papers for some extra
credit?"
I turned in quick pivot, skirt flaring out around
me. "I'd love to Mr. Watson!"
The science classroom has a secluded nook in back
that's used for storing things like beakers and test
tubes, Mr. Watson's desk is back there as well, and
that's where he had me grade the papers. I sat down on
the wood chair, letting my skirt pull up a little too
high, and naughty me, I left it there. I didn't bother to
ask myself why I was acting this way, or where it could
lead; I suppose I just liked the personal attention from
a man.
There was a tension in the air that made me squirm
on the chair; I was well aware of this teacher's
reputation for compelling personal favors from his female
students; was that the reason he had me stay after class?
Would I be the next girl to stumble into his snare? I
tried to focus my mind on the project he'd assigned me,
but I could feel him staring at me as he walked around
the room; maybe if I asked a question it would calm me
down.
"Excuse me; I'm unsure how to grade this question,
would you help me please?"
The next thing I knew he was standing next to me,
leaning over the table, his eyes moving back and forth
between my legs and where my finger was pointing on the
paper. It was embarrassing to see him looking at me like
that, but I found it exciting too.
Now I could have lowered my skirt, but I didn't, I
just sat there, expecting an answer to my question. What
I got instead was the sight of his hand moving off the
edge of the desk, reaching down to where I sat, pulling,
up my skirt, touching my panties with a single fingertip,
right on top of my clitoris, sending powerful shudders
all through my body.
"Miss Tanaka, you're a good student, I'm proud of
you," he said while rubbing my pussy.
"Thank you Mr. Watson, I enjoy science."
"I want to ensure that you continue to have success
in my class, but that will require my giving you some
private instruction."
"I'd like that Mr. Watson," I said while slowly
opening my legs a little further. My mother would kill me
if she saw how I was behaving.
My teacher rubbed me between my legs, making my
panties scrunch-up beneath his molesting hand; the white
cotton stretched and pushed to the side, exposing my
pussy lips to his fingertips. I met his lecherous gaze
with a sappy schoolgirl smile just before he lowered his
mouth to mine for a tongue probing kiss and a thorough
fingering as well. I guess I had it coming after the way
I acted in class.
"I never knew the ninth grade could be so much fun,"
I whispered in his ear.
"You're right Miss Tanaka; it can be a lot of fun,
especially if a girl knows how to handle herself."
Mr. Watson took my hand and pulled me up to my feet,
then he turned me around to face the desk while he stood
behind me; I felt his hand softly push on my shoulders
until I was forced to lean over the edge of the desk,
with my bottom thrust out in front of him.
"Do you want me to keep grading papers?"
Mr. Watson took hold of me just below my hips,
pulling up my skirt, squeezing my bottom. "Let's take a
break Miss Tanaka; I have something else for you do."
"Um, is this the private instruction to ensure I do
well in your class?"
"You catch on fast Miss Tanaka."
A puff of cool air wafted over my crotch when he
pulled the panties off my bottom and down over my ankles.
I couldn't see anything back there, but I heard the clank
of a belt buckle and the rip of a zipper; he held me by
the waist, pressing up behind me, rubbing and stiffening
until he extended straight out between my legs; I gripped
the edge of the desk and prepared myself, closing my eyes
as he centered the tip of his cock between my pussy lips.
"AAAAHHHH, Mr. Watson!" I moaned.
The desk jerked on the floor as my teacher stroked
his cock into my tight cunt hole; the searing pleasure
took my mind away to a place where there were no bullies,
no crippling shyness, no shame, hurt feelings, or worries
about what other people think; there was only the joy of
being filled by a man; why couldn't I feel this way all
the time?
"You're the prettiest girl in the ninth grade."
"Thank you Mr. Watson."
"Have you done this with any other teachers?"
"Oh no Mr. Watson, you're my very first."
"Your pussy is so welcoming, you feel just like a
woman."
"What a wonderful compliment Mr. Watson!"
"You know Miss Tanaka, I've waited for this since
you first came to school here in the seventh grade."
"Why did you wait so long?"
"The fruit should ripen before it's plucked."
"Oh, I get it, mmmmmm, Mr. Watson, aaahhh, you make
me feel so good."
"I was certain that was how you'd respond, Miss
Tanaka, you see, the way you acted in class today made it
was obvious that you were in the mood for some adult
supervision."
"I think the feeling was mutual, Mr. Watson, I know
you like young girls like me."
That comment seemed to get him going; my teacher
pounded my pussy fast and hard, like a dog humping its
mate on the playground, and I responded by arching my
back, pushing my ass upward so that my cunt would receive
the full length of his cock. I loved being able to
captivate a man's mind, arousing him and making him want
me.
"I'm going to come in your hot pussy."
"You naughty teacher! What would the principal say?"
"AAAAHHHH," he moaned while twisting himself inside
of me."
I knew from experience that the end was near so I
gripped the edge of the desk, pushing my ass backward
against him. In an odd way I felt grateful for the
preparation my dad had given me; I was easily able to
accommodate the most violent thrusts that Mr. Watson
could deliver, and I knew how to handle the situation
when he leaned over and gripped my shoulders, pressing
himself far inward, grunting and shaking and twitching
inside me with spasms that expelled his hot seed deep
within my belly.
The sound of rambunctious junior high kids drifted
into the classroom from the hallway, car doors slammed
and school bus engines roared in the parking lot. My
teacher pulled his cock out of me, the passion returned
to the place it came from, and the world as it really is
came back to me; soon I would have to go home, practice
piano, and be a good daughter.
I stood up, turning my eyes away from him, pulling
up my panties, straightening my disheveled skirt,
wondering what he really thought of me, and then I
noticed the mess I'd made on the desk.
"Look Mr. Watson, the homework papers on your desk
are wet, I think I drooled, I'm sorry."
"Don't worry; I'll say my dog got a hold of it."
"You're funny."
"Thank you for staying after class Miss Tanaka, the
extra credit will guarantee you an ‘A' in my class."
"I was getting an ‘A' already."
"Ah yes, that's right; in that case we'll just have
to think of it like an insurance policy. Now don't forget
to do your homework this weekend."
"I won't, see you on Monday Mr. Watson."
I walked out of the classroom and found Mallory
hanging around in the hallway, waiting for me like a
lonesome puppy; she always wants to walk home with me
after school. Today she insisted that we walk home by way
of the trail through the woods, and I knew the reason
why; she wanted to get me alone.
We made our way along the dirt path until the dense
trees concealed us from the road, then Mallory turned
around, pushing me up against a tree, kissing me and
putting her hand under my skirt; it had become a rather
dull routine with us, but I always let her do it because
she's my friend, and besides, Mallory knows the family
secret so I have to keep her happy.
Had I become a slut? Everyone would think so if they
knew I was making-out with my girlfriend only minutes
after having full-blown sex with my teacher. Oh well, I
guess a girl just gets lucky sometimes, and today I was
really fortunate, Mallory was dropping to her knees,
pulling down my panties; I was about to get my pussy
licked by a little girl just like me.
I held my skirt up and assumed a wide stance while
leaning back against the tree. Malloy ran her hand
between my legs, touching me everywhere, even on my
sensitive anus, and then she moved her mouth to my pussy,
flicking my clitoris with the tip of her tongue while
fingering me at the same time.
"Wow Isabelle, you're all wet for me today, I've
never seen you like this."
I couldn't tell her that my pussy was still in the
afterglow from being pommelled by an older man's cock,
especially Mr. Watson's cock; you see, Mallory had always
warned be about the "lecherous science teacher," it was
like she was jealous of him or something; I'd simply have
to tell a lie.
"It's the way you do me Mallory, I mean, your tongue
is amazing."
Mallory seemed encouraged by the compliment and
proceeded to get her face all the way down underneath me,
wiggling her tongue inside my pussy, licking the walls of
my vagina, and I once again drifted away to my happy
place, moaning and rocking my hips, occasionally bumping
my clitoris against her nose, savoring the ensuing bursts
of pleasure.
All of a sudden Mallory pulled her head away from
me, coughing and clearing her throat, and when I looked I
down at her I saw gooey white stuff smeared around her
mouth; oh no, Mr. Watson's semen was draining out of me;
Mallory's face had become my toilet.
"I can tell I'm making you hot," she said, "you're
flowing like a river."
Mallory smiled and licked a glob of Mr. Watson's
discharge from the corner of her mouth and swallowed,
completely oblivious to what was really happening, and I
had to keep her that way.
"Mmmm, I like it, put your tongue back in there and
lick me some more."
The words I spoke to Mallory sounded like they had
come from a stranger; I'd changed so much that I almost
didn't recognize the girl I had become. It was only a few
months ago that my life had been all about homework,
piano lessons and gossip, but not anymore, now I was
consumed with something that refused to be satisfied; I
guess a little daddy diddling will do that to a girl, if
she isn't careful.
Chapter 2
The start of summer vacation cleared the cobwebs out
of my mind and made me realize that I was in a period of
transition; up to this point I had lived my life to
please my father, he had been my foundation, but now,
after so much had happened, I knew that I had to take the
next step, it was time to break away from him and forge a
relationship with someone outside of the family, and that
brought me back to the man who lived next door.
My fascination with Conner simmered through the last
months of the school year, and now that summer was here I
had nothing to think about except him; there was no doubt
in my mind that we were meant to be together, I even
believed that some higher power had brought him here just
for me, but at the same time I was crippled with self-
doubt, I felt like I was soiled merchandise; if Conner
knew the truth he'd probably think I was garbage, and I
wouldn't blame him.
Let's be realistic, what would Conner possibly want
with a silly schoolgirl like me? After all, he could have
any girl he wanted, he was good looking and obviously
successful, but I noticed that he never had anyone over
to visit and he seldom went out on the weekends; maybe
the answer was so simple that I'd missed it; he might
just need a friend.
Fruitless days and weeks passed me by, the month of
June was almost gone and I still hadn't so much as spoken
to Conner; I was desperate, something simply had to
happen today or else! It was Saturday morning and his car
was in the driveway; I hatched a plan to hang around the
neighborhood until he came outside, but I still had to
figure out how to approach him; it's like I want him so
bad, but I don't know what I'd do if I actually got him.
I really am pitiful.
I finished breakfast well ahead of my parents and
little sister and then hurried upstairs to get first dibs
on the shower; it was a big deal to look nice for Conner
so I planned to shampoo and blow-dry my hair and put on a
cute summer outfit. I looked in the mirror as I brushed
my teeth, wondering if he would have any qualms about
being with an Asian girl, imagining that he'd secretly
been wanting me all this time; I was totally ready to
start my new life with Conner, but then my dad came into
the bathroom and closed the door.
"Dad, what are you doing? I'm getting ready to take
a shower," I said with toothpaste bubbling from the
corner of my mouth.
"We haven't had much time together since school let
out; you're always running off with your friends."
I watched him in the mirror as I took a handful of
water and rinsed the toothpaste out of my mouth, wiping
my face with a towel; he was standing so close behind me
that I was kind of trapped against the sink.
"Dad, this isn't a good time, what about Mom and
Jodie, they might come up here." I pulled my bathrobe
tight around my waist.
"They'll be busy with breakfast for a while."
"But Dad, I'm not in the mood."
I swear I tried to resist, I really did, but the
summer robe didn't provide much protection, and I wasn't
wearing a bra or panties so I was defenseless when he
slipped his hand inside the robe, moving his fingers over
my breasts, causing my nipples to tingle, making me wet;
I hated myself for being so weak.
"Pleeeease Dad, not now."
I tightened the sash that kept the robe wrapped
around my waist, but a simple swipe of his arm pulled the
robe wide open. The mirror reflected an image of his hand
moving between my legs, he didn't even pretend to ask
permission, he just did it, as if I was his personal
property, something he could do with as he pleased.
My dad's finger slid with authority over the length
of my pussy lips, stopping only to circle my clitoris
with a deftness that sent shivers up my spine; heartbeats
thumping in my chest foretold the future, it was going to
happen, and resist though I may, soon enough I would
surrender and embrace the lustful union with my father.
What was happening to me? I didn't know who I was
anymore. What kind of girl am I?
"Daaaad, noooooo," I said in a whiny, little girl
voice.
He took hold of me under the shoulders, picking me
up and setting me on the counter, his robe falling open,
freeing his dong to swing in the air between us. I
watched it grow and levitate like a magic wand as he
lifted up my knees, scrunching me up against the mirror,
a little roll of baby-fat creasing across my stomach, my
pussy lips spreading open; how could Conner ever love a
girl who would do something like this?"
"It's early in the morning, what's gotten into you?"
I whispered.
"Isabelle, the sight your firm little bottom
bouncing beneath your bathrobe is more than any man can
be expected to resist."
"But isn't this the kind of thing you should be
doing to Mom?"
"You are better than your mother."
"I don't believe you said that."
I closed my eyes and pictured myself with Conner; he
told me that he loved me and wanted to be with me
forever; he carried me to his room and laid me on the bed
and I told him everything about me and he said the past
was gone and the only thing that mattered was the two of
us, and then he made love to me.
"Ooohhh, that's nice," I moaned.
He pushed and stroked, going in deep, pulling out
and rubbing it over my pussy lips, slapping it down on my
clitoris before driving it back in. His eyes were
reddened with a base lust that stoked the sensual fire in
my teenage mind, corrupting me and encouraging me to act
like I'd never dreamed; clawing at his arms and thrusting
my cunt over his shaft; all I wanted was to be filled up
with my daddy's man-flesh.
"Oh yes Daddy, fuck me now; fuck me more!"
"Isabelle, watch your language, I'm still your
father."
"I know Daddy, I can't help it." He pulled his cock
out while talking to me.
"It appears that you have some tension built up that
needs relieving."
"How could you tell?"
"You're my daughter, I can tell a great deal just by
looking at you; I sensed your sexual frustrations during
breakfast, that's why I came up here."
"Mmmmm Daddy, you know me so well."
"I know how to take care of my little girl."
"Oh wow, you're big and hard Daddy! Put it back in
and fuck me!"
He didn't scold me for my language a second time; he
was too far gone, having slipped under the dark waves of
pleasure, down here with me. A layer of pussy juice
slathered over my father's cock, lubricating his
lecherous presence inside me, and I held onto the edge of
the counter, steadying myself, as I absorbed the
relentless pounding that rocked me against the mirror.
"Do I really look sexy in a bathrobe?"
"Yes, the way you sashay about in a bathrobe is very
seductive, especially when your nipples are hard; this
morning I wanted to feel-you-up at the kitchen table, but
I couldn't do that in front of your mother and sister."
"But you can now; after all, you're my father and
this is your house; you can do anything you want to me."
"You are a good girl Isabelle; you'll make a fine
wife for some lucky man."
"Ooohhh yes Daddy, I want to be a good wife, I want
to make my man happy, teach all that I need to know."
"You have already mastered the art of arousing a
man, it is an awesome power, but now I must prepare you
for what can happen once you've awakened the lust in a
man's heart.
"I understand Daddy; I want you to prepare me right
now."
My father honored my request by making long thrusts
into my little pussy, while at the same time reaching out
and twisting my nipples between his fingers; my arm
flinched outward, bumping the faucet, accidentally
turning on the water, but neither of us bothered to turn
it off.
"Oooohhhh fuck me, Daaaaady," I warbled in delirium.
"Isabelle, you have acquired a taste for the
delicacies of adulthood, you are sexed beyond your years,
and you are not afraid to ask for what you want; I am
proud of you."
"I want to be a sexy girl for my daddy."
A series of images flashed into my mind as I looked
down at my father's cock penetrating my stretched open
pussy; I saw my friends at school, my mom and sister, our
preacher and Conner; it was like they were all here in
the bathroom with us, watching my dad twisting my
nipples, getting up close and looking as he shoved his
cock into me, noticing the way I welcomed it, and how the
love-syrup dripped out of my cunt in appreciation.
"What would people think if they knew what you do to
me?"
"That would be bad."
"But you do it anyway, you can't stop, can you
Daddy?"
"You're such a hot little girl, resisting you is not
an option."
My dad's humping caused me to bounce on the counter,
so I put my hands around his neck and hooked my feet
behind his back for stability, and then I pulled myself
against his chest and held on with all my weight falling
down on his upward pumping shaft; he was sweating and
clenching his teeth and grunting, and I trembled with
lovely waves of pleasure, knowing it was wrong to be
fucking my daddy, but loving it anyway.
"I bet you'd like to come inside me."
"Oh Isabelle; aaaarrrggghhh!"
"I'll take that as a ‘yes'."
The sensation was like we were sky-diving and I was
clinging to him before the parachute opened, riding atop
his powerful penis, craving the feeling of it plunging
into me again and again, knowing that it was engorged and
hardened with the blood spawned from taboo lust. His
strong arms squeezed me, forcing the air out of my lungs,
and I trembled and dug my fingernails into his back,
delighting in the contractions that rippled through my
pussy; and then his cock began to leap inside of me with
pulsations that flooded my teenage pussy with his manly
ejaculate, and finally it was over.
My father set me back on the counter and pulled out
of me, a slimy coating of my fluids soaked his shrinking
cock and pubic hair, and as for me, there was a splotch
of white semen that filled the space between my pussy
lips, kind of like whipped cream on top of a cherry pie.
The sound of water coming out of the faucet filled
the bathroom like a freakish anthem to what we had done,
and when I turned the water off the silence was even
worse; this was a time when honest feelings ought to be
shared, but we wouldn't be doing anything like that.
There's a rapid change in my emotions after having
an encounter with my dad, the passion dissipates almost
immediately, I just want to get away and blot it out of
my mind, and that's the way it was today, our parting was
simple and efficient, devoid of sentimentality.
"That was nice Isabelle, thank you."
"You're welcome."
My dad avoided looking at me as he walked out of the
bathroom. I locked the door after he was gone and turned
on the shower, stepping under the cleansing stream of hot
water, watching the whirlpool of suds swirl down the
drain as I ferociously shampooed my hair, digging my
fingertips into my scalp until it hurt, scrubbing every
inch of my skin with a soapy washcloth, and then douching
as the finishing touch.
When the shower was over I wrapped myself in clean
towels and went to my room and lay on the bed, resting
until the time was right to go outside and find Conner. I
put a lot of thought into what to wear, eventually
deciding to keep it simple with my favorite blue denim
shorts and a pink t-shirt that had a print of a black
rose on the front.
I stood in front of the mirror and pretended that I
was Conner looking at me; it was an appropriate outfit
for a fifteen-year-old girl, except perhaps for my going
without a bra, but my little breasts wouldn't be noticed
by anyone unless we were in close proximity, and the only
person I planned on being close to today was Conner, and
believe me, I wanted him to notice.
The short walk down the stairs seemed like a
thousand miles. I found my parents and my little sister,
Jodie, sitting together in the living room; they were
watching a baseball game on television, the sound of it
permeated the entire house, I couldn't wait to get out of
there.
"I'm going outside and ride my bike," I yelled from
the hallway.
"Alright, but don't go too far away from home," my
mom said.
"I thought you gave up bike riding," said Jodie.
"I didn't ‘give it up,' I just don't do it as much."
Actually I had stopped riding my bike because Jodie
had started riding her bike everywhere; I didn't want
people to think we were like twins or something.
"Where are you going?" Jodie asked; she always tries
to snoop into my business.
"I don't know."
"Then how will you know when you get there?"
My little sister sat between my mom and dad holding
a bowl of popcorn between her legs. I had been brought up
to be the "good example" for her, I was supposed to be
her protector and leader, and I accepted that role and
tried to perform it well, but Jodie is not easily
managed, and for a seventh grader she's fiercely strong
willed and independent.
To be honest my little sister is attractive and
developing nicely for a thirteen-year-old; she has a
pretty smile and an athletic figure, and I often see
grown men noticing the graceful sway of her hips as we
walk down the aisle at the grocery store. It's odd
though, she doesn't see herself as pretty at all, her
self-esteem is somewhere down in the gutter.
My sister wants to have the double-eyelid surgery
that's currently so popular with Asian girls; she
believes that her life would somehow be magically
transformed if her eyes only looked a little rounder. My
dad has denied her requests for the surgery so far, but
Jodie is persistent and usually gets her way with him in
the end, and I must say that I fully expect my dad to
eventually have his way with her as well.
I went to the garage and pulled out my bicycle from
behind a stack of cardboard boxes; the baby-blue girl's
bike had been given to me as a birthday present several
years ago and was a little small for me now. I sat down
on it, carefully wedging the pointed seat between legs,
and then I saw Conner, he was walking down the driveway
to pick up the morning newspaper; I couldn't believe my
luck.
There was no time to think, I just gathered up all
my courage and gave the bike a push, coasting down to the
street, stopping in front of him, heart pounding inside
my chest; his mouth opened slightly when he saw me, like
he was about to say something, but he remained silent,
looking at me with eyes that seemed deep and thoughtful.
"Hi, my name is Isabelle. I'm your neighbor."
"Nice to meet you Isabelle, I'm Conner."
"I guess it's kind of weird that you've lived here
so long and we're just now meeting."
"Isabelle, I hope I don't seem rude, but I have to
go back inside. Goodbye."
Conner squeezed the rolled-up newspaper and then
turned around and returned to his house. I felt
embarrassed for having subjected him to such an insipid
conversation; he must think I'm an idiot, why couldn't I
think of anything intelligent to say?
The expression on his face puzzled me, I swear he
looked like he'd seen a ghost, and my own feelings during
our conversation were strange as well; my pounding heart
and nervousness had vanished once I was in his presence,
I felt peaceful and safe with him, kind of like we were
old friends or something.
I had to plot my next move but I needed time by
myself to think so I rode by bike down the street,
pedaling as fast as I could for block after block, houses
and fences and barking dogs streaming past me in a blur;
riding until I was well beyond what my mother would
consider "too far" from home, and I don't know how much
further I would have gone if someone hadn't called out
my name.
"Hey Isabelle, what are you doing?"
The voice belonged to Rachel Moran, an eighth grader
from Fleurton Junior High, where I go to school; she was
sitting on the sidewalk by the intersection, underneath
the shady overhang of a Willow tree. She waved at me, so
I turned my bike around and rode back to her; I needed to
talk to someone and Rachel would be perfect; she was
nice, she never gossiped, and I liked her.
"Hi Rachel, what's going on?"
"I'm walking down to Chloe's place; I just stopped
here to rest. What are you doing?"
"I guess I'm really not doing anything except trying
to figure out how to get a guy to be interested me."
"That should be easy for a pretty girl like you".
"I am not pretty."
"Yes you are!"
"I'm just average."
"Above average, I'd say, but what's the big deal
about this guy?"
"Here's the problem in a nutshell; I've really
fallen for him, but I'm scared he won't like me."
"Who is it?"
"You don't know him; he's an older guy, my next door
neighbor."
"So let me guess; I bet you haven't even told him
how you feel, have you?"
"Of course not, I've only spoken to him once, but
I'm convinced we're meant to be together, I just don't
know how to get things going with him."
"I think you have a choice Isabelle, it's like
you're at a fork in the road and you have to decide which
way to turn; you can open your heart and plunge in, or
you can spend the rest of your life wishing you had."
"But what if he doesn't like me?"
"You said the two of you were meant to be together;
are you willing to risk a broken heart to find out if
you're right?"
"Yes I am."
"There, I think you've answered your own question,"
Rachel said while reaching around her knees, fiddling
with her shoe laces.
This fortunate meeting with Rachel made me feel like
I'd been touched by some kind of providence; I mean, if I
hadn't run into her I might have wasted the entire day
riding my bike; now I knew that I had to go back home and
find some way to take my relationship with Conner to the
next level.
I stood there in silence for a moment, trying to
think of a way to thank Rachel, noticing that she had a
far-away look in her eyes, like some profound thought was
on her mind.
"What have you been doing this summer," I asked.
"Oh, not much really, Chloe and I have been mostly
hanging around with our dads; I guess that's good, it
keeps us out of trouble. Do you think we're weird?"
Rachel's blue eyes blinked from behind the blonde bangs
that hung over her eyebrows.
"Are you having fun?"
"Yeah, we're having a great time, and I guess our
dads think so too, they spend more time with us than with
our moms."
"Why did you ask me if I thought it was weird?"
"I don't know, maybe I should feel lucky; next
weekend our moms are going on a church retreat and
leaving us at home; Chloe's dad came up with the big idea
for us to stay at each other's houses while our moms are
gone, he says it'll be fun; I'll stay with him and Chloe
will spend the weekend with my dad. It's all a big
secret, don't tell anyone."
"I've never heard of two dads trading their
daughters for the weekend."
"Me either."
It sounded to me as if Rachel was trying to convince
herself that this was a great idea, and maybe it was, but
on the other hand it did seem weird, and I was trying to
think of a way to help her be skeptical about it, but
just then I saw Conner driving his black convertible down
the street toward us.
"Rachel look, that's him."
My nipples tingled at the sight of Conner's hair
blowing in the wind, but what was I going to do now?
Rachel basically said I could take a chance and plunge in
or let him slip away, it was up to me and I only had
seconds to decide as his car approached the intersection.
"Hey Conner, please stop."
I stood up and waved and held my breath, afraid that
he would ignore me and continue driving as if I didn't
exist, but he didn't, he swerved into the shade next to
us and turned off the engine.
"You're a long way from home Isabelle."
"I know, I got carried away riding my bike."
"So why did you want me to stop?"
"I wanted to talk to you, where are you going?"
"I'm making my weekly trip to the grocery store."
"Can I come with you?"
"You'd be bored."
"No I wouldn't."
"Well, I can't take you with me anyway."
"Then could I come over and visit you later?"
"That wouldn't be a good idea either."
"Why not, don't you like me?"
He paused for a moment, keeping a straight face; it
was hard to read his emotions with sunglasses covering
his eyes, but I had heard a faint crack in his voice and
his hands were squeezing the steering wheel. I honestly
felt like he was scared of me, but I couldn't believe
that he actually would be.
"Now Isabelle, of course I like you, how could I
dislike you if I don't even know you? We just met this
morning."
"You're trying to avoid me."
"That's because your parents wouldn't approve of
your spending time with me."
"How do you know?"
"What grade are you?"
"I'll be in tenth grade this fall."
"That's how I know. There are laws that say people
like you and me can't get involved."
"I bet there's no law against being friends."
He looked back into the car, reaching for the
ignition, starting the engine, and I almost burst into
tears; I didn't want him to leave, all I wanted was to
spend time with him and talk; how could that be so bad?
"What's with the black rose?" Conner said as he
removed the sunglasses; his eyes politely perused the
print on the front of my shirt, and I felt a degree of
satisfaction in knowing that he couldn't help but notice
my breasts.
"I bought this shirt because the black rose matches
my hair, do you like it?" I arched my back and turned
from side to side, hair swinging over my shoulders.
"I just like flowers, that's all, but it's time for
me to go, think about what I said Isabelle; I know you're
a good girl."
Conner pushed the car's stick-shift into gear, the
rumbling engine became louder as he pulled away from the
curb; I didn't want him to have the last word so I yelled
out to him before he'd gone too far to hear me.
"I'm more grown up than you think!"
The taillights of his car disappeared around the
corner while the memory of our conversation echoed
through my mind; I didn't accept his excuse for avoiding
me, there had to be a deeper reason and I was determined
to find out what it was; I had to know the truth.
"He's really good looking," Rachel said. "I don't
believe you asked him to stop."
I sat back down on the sidewalk with Rachel. "I'm
surprised he actually did stop. Do you get the feeling
he's kind of nervous around me?"
"That was obvious, but at least he was honest and
told you why."
"I think there's more to it than that, he's hiding
something and I'm going to get to the bottom of it, even
if it takes all summer."
"Think about it Isabelle, what would people think if
they saw you with him?"
"What would they think if they knew you were
spending the weekend with Chloe's dad?"
Rachel looked down and resumed fiddling with her
shoe laces. "That's different; at least I think it is."
"Don't worry about me Rachel, I've been thinking
about this for a long time, but listen, Chloe's dad may
have a more personal reason for wanting to get you all
alone for the weekend, after all, you may be just an
eighth-grader, but you're not hard to look at either."
"I doubt that, he's one of my dad's biggest
customers," she said in a voice that seemed to evaporate
into nothing.
I said goodbye to Rachel and got on my bike to ride
back home. My heart pounded, but it wasn't from the
exercise, I was excited about my first real interaction
with Conner, I mean, there was emotion in his voice and
that had to mean something. I think I held up my end of
the conversation pretty good this time, now I needed an
encore.
When I got back home a half-hour later I was
bursting with wild energy. I rode up the driveway and
into the garage, spinning the bike around on the smooth
cement floor, losing control, smashing the back tire into
my dad's stand-up toolbox. The scene struck me as
hilarious so I hung my head over the handlebars and
giggled.
There was nothing else to do so I remained in the
garage, sitting on my bike, rocking on the seat and
looking at Conner's house; what did he do when he was
alone in there, it must get terribly lonely, there's no
reason for a guy like him to be all by himself,
especially when a girl like me lives next door.
I moved back on the bike seat, a tingle radiating
inside my shorts; feelings like this used to pester me
only occasionally, but now the impulses called for
gratification several times a day, and now was as good a
time as any, so I slid back and forth on top of the bike
seat that fit so perfectly between my thighs, and if that
wasn't exciting enough, the next thing I saw was Conner's
car returning home.
He parked in the driveway and got out of the car,
unloading several brown bags stuffed with groceries. He
didn't look in my direction, which was good; I would have
been embarrassed if he saw me in the back of the garage,
rubbing myself on a bicycle seat. He's a great looking
guy and the sight of him bending over to pick up the
groceries made me want to hump his leg like a dog.
I pushed my pussy over the bicycle seat while
watching Conner carry the groceries into the house. I had
to find a way to get in there with him so we could spend
some quality time together, then he'd have a chance to
see that I'm a great girl, and there would be no more
lame excuses for avoiding me.
The handle bars on the bicycle served as a
convenient support as I leaned forward, pressing the
front of my pussy on the seat. I shamelessly arched my
back, pointing my ass upward, sliding my clitoris
backwards along the seat, thrusting my hips downward,
violently rubbing my pussy lips along the contoured
curvature that snuggled between my legs.
There is a little lump located at the center of the
bicycle seat which I believe was a manufacturing defect,
and I noticed from the first time I rode this bike that
the little lump was positioned so as to inadvertently
give pleasure to the lucky little girl who sat down on
top of it; it's the reason that I became a bike riding
fanatic.
I loved coasting down rough sections of roadway,
leaning forward on the seat, my clitoris absorbing every
delicious vibration that rippled through the frame. In
time I left my bike for more grown-up pursuits, but now
we were back together again and the magical seat was
satisfying me one more time.
I leaned over the handlebars and extended my legs
backward past the spokes on the rear tire, toes touching
the concrete floor, balancing the bike like training
wheels as I humped my crotch on the bike seat, imagining
that I was with Conner, sitting on top of him, rubbing my
pussy all over the cock that bulged inside his pants just
for me.
"Ooohhh Conner, I want you so bad," my voice echoed
through the garage.
Rapid-fire jolts of pleasure reverberated through my
cunt, my panties were all in a bunch and my pussy lips
mashed open like a suction cup; for a moment it seemed
like it really was Conner's cock stroking between my
legs; if he only could feel the emotion that I had for
him then he'd surely want me too, how could I make him
understand?
"Mmmmm Conner, my lover."
I slowed the movement of my crotch until I was
resting perfectly still on the bike seat, balancing all
my weight precisely on top of my clitoris, toes extending
like a ballet dancer, leg muscles trembling, waves of
pleasure flooding outward from my cunt as I dreamed of
holding Conner between my naked thighs.
"Aaaahhhh, fuck me Conner," I moaned as the orgasm
took over my body and then quietly slipped away.
After a few minutes had passed I got off the bike
and stood up with wobbly legs, taking hold of the bottom
of my shorts, pulling the fabric away from my crotch. So
much had already happened today and it wasn't even time
for lunch. What was I going to do now? Conner might not
come out of the house for the rest of the weekend.
My parents didn't pay much attention when I walked
past where they were sitting in the living room, which
was fine because I was looking for my little sister and
didn't have time for their nitpicking. I looked out the
kitchen window and saw Jodie sitting at the picnic table
in the back yard; approaching her was going to be
awkward, the two of us argue about everything, I think
she's spoiled and she thinks I'm bossy, but today I was
willing to set all that aside because I needed to ask her
for a huge favor.
Chapter 3
I went outside and joined Jodie at the picnic table;
she was reading a soccer magazine which was no surprise
because she's a little jock. I wish my parents would make
her study piano, like me, maybe then she'd appreciate how
hard I work.
"You look strange," Jodie said.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I tossed
my hair back. Do people look weird after masturbating?
"Your face is all red. What have you been doing?"
"I told you earlier, I went for a bike ride."
"Where did you go?"
"No place in particular, I just wanted to get away
from the house for a while."
"What were you and dad doing in the bathroom this
morning?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"I walked by and heard your voices through the door,
and then mom saw me and grabbed my arm made me go back to
the kitchen."
"It was nothing, we were just talking."
"Both of you sounded strange; I thought you were
getting in trouble for something."
"Believe me, I'm not in trouble, but listen Jodie,
I've been thinking; it seems like you and I are always
fighting; we get jealous of each other and argue over the
dumbest stuff; it doesn't have to be that way. I just
want you to know that I'm proud to have you for a
sister."
Jodie looked down at her magazine and spoke in an
unusually soft voice, "I never expected you to say
something like that."
"I think it's time that we become a team Jodie,
supporting each other, I'm on your side and you're on
mine; what do you say?"
"I've always been on your side, you just didn't know
it."
"I'm glad to hear you feel that way because I have
to ask you for a personal favor. I'm going to be gone for
a while this afternoon, I need you to cover for me so Mom
and Dad won't get worried and report me missing or
something."
"Where are you going?"
I looked over the tall fence toward Conner's house,
the daylight curtains concealed the corner room on the
second floor; I wonder if he ever secretly watched me
from behind those curtains; maybe he stands up there
looking for me and longing for me and he just won't admit
it.
"I'm going over there," I said while discretely
pointing toward Conner's house.
"Why?"
"I know you're smart enough to figure that out."
Jodie's face went blank for a moment before her eyes
flickered with understanding, "There's just that guy who
lives alone over there."
"That's right, and this afternoon he's going to be
alone with me."
"I knew it! I've seen you staring at his house when
you walk by, but why do you like him?"
I searched my heart for a way answer Jodie's
question but couldn't find any words, perhaps that was
because I hadn't thought this all the way through, I'd
only been dealing with it on an emotional level.
"His name is Conner, and I think he's the greatest
guy in the world; something happens to me when I talk to
him, I've never felt this way before, I can't stand to be
away from him."
"If Dad found out he'd restrict you to the house
until you went to college."
"I feel restricted already. Now listen Jodie, I'm
going to figure out some excuse to go over there and
knock on his door. I need you tell Mom and Dad that I
went to meet a friend and I'll be back in time for
dinner.
"That would be a lie."
"Not technically, he will be a friend by the time
I'm done with him, and I will be back for dinner."
"Okay Isabelle, I'll do it, but you have to help me
too; I have my own guy that I'm working on."
"Really, who is it?"
"His name is William. He lives in the blue house
down around the corner."
"Oh yeah, I know who you mean."
"We just talk occasionally right now, but my plan
is for us to get a lot more personal, if you know what I
mean."
"Hum, that's interesting, we both like older guys.
How did you meet William?"
"One day I was out riding my bike and I saw William
working in his front yard, I said ‘Hi,' and he smiled and
said ‘Hi,' and for some reason I turned around and went
back to talk to him."
"You know Jodie, mom and dad warned us about talking
to strangers."
"I considered him a neighbor rather than a stranger;
anyway, we talked for a long time that day and lots of
times since then."
"Do you think he likes you?"
"I know he likes me, I can feel it, and I think the
only reason he's holding back is because I'm thirteen
years old. I get so excited when we're together, he
actually talks to me as if I've got a brain, and the way
he looks at me is so intense, it's like he's undressing
me with his eyes."
"Relationships are complicated Jodie, once you get
started with him it might be hard to stop."
"Thank you for being concerned Isabelle, but I think
I know what I'm doing, I probably have more experience
with guys than you do."
"I doubt that, you're only in seventh grade."
"I've been with an older guy before."
"Who?"
"Angie's father."
"Jodie! How could you? He's you're best friend's
dad."
"It was easy; I go over to Angie's house all the
time and he's usually there, and I guess we kind of
flirt, which is fun, and on this particular day it was
raining hard about the time I had to go home and Angie's
dad offered to drive me so I wouldn't have to ride my
bike and get soaked."
I saw the excitement in my little sister's eyes as
she brought the series of events back to life, her voice
didn't betray the slightest hint of regret."
"Why didn't you ask Dad to come and get you?"
"I like to handle things for myself and Angie's dad
is nice to me so the idea of riding in a car with him
sounded like fun; Angie's mom made her stay home and help
with dinner which left me all alone with him for the
drive back which was well after dark and everything
happened so fast, the next thing I knew he pulled the car
to the side of the road in this isolated place where
there weren't any streetlights."
"Were you scared?"
"I didn't have time to get scared because he
immediately slid over the seat and started feeling under
my shirt and inside my pants; it felt so good to be
appreciated by an older guy that I let him do anything he
wanted like fingering me and putting my hand on his
crotch; it was the first time that I'd squeezed a guy's
cock, but I guess he liked the way I did it because he
came in his pants."
I put my hands over my ears; I couldn't believe my
little sister had gotten involved with Mr. Anderson. If
anyone found out about it her reputation would be ruined.
"So tell me Isabelle, have you ever made a guy come
in his pants?"
"No I haven't."
"See! I am more experienced than you."
"No you're not."
"Oh really Isabelle, then why don't you tell me
about something that you've done." Jodie folded across
her chest.
This wasn't the direction that I wanted this
conversation to go; I didn't want to reveal the details
of my love life to Jodie, but if I let her win this
argument then she'd have bragging rights and that would
be intolerable. I simply cannot allow myself to be
outdone by my little sister."
"It's like this Jodie; I try to be a little more
discreet with my lovers, I don't just fall into the arms
of my best friend's dad, I seek out the man I want, like
I did with Mr. Watson."
"Do you mean our science teacher?"
"That's right, you see I could tell by the way he
looked at me during class that something was on his mind
besides the lesson plan, and I knew what he had in his
mind when one day he asked me to stay after school to
grade papers for extra credit; it was amazing, he
couldn't keep his hands off of me, and he didn't just
finger me and call it quits either, he pushed me over his
desk and took me doggy-style, and I didn't just make him
come in his pants, I made him do it inside me."
"Well, I guess that' better than nothing," Jodie
said, "but it's really not a big deal, everyone knows Mr.
Watson does it with any girl who'll drop her panties; you
just let yourself get used by him."
"Excuse me, I seduced the man!"
"That's a laugh Isabelle, I've got one that's way
better; I did it with a girl who just happens to be your
best friend Mallory! She came over to see you one day
after school but I was the only one home, and believe me,
your best friend was all over me as soon as I let her in
the door; I tried to resist but she wouldn't take ‘No'
for an answer, she just kept kissing and licking and
finger-fucking me until I gave in and let her do it.
I was shocked to learn that Mallory had gone behind
my back and gotten involved with my little sister, I felt
betrayed by a trusted friend, but this was no time for
personal reflection, I had to win the argument with
Jodie.
"I did it with Mallory a long time before you did."
"So what, I bet she likes me better!" Jodie's upper
lip twitched like hoodlum.
"That's doubtful Jodie; your tits probably reminded
her of a boy."
"No way, mine are almost as big as yours."
Jodie scowled and stood up; I'd made her mad with
that last comment, which really wasn't true, but I was
too proud to take it back. She walked around the table
while I remained seated, ignoring her, until she yanked
me backward off of the picnic bench and onto the lawn.
"You say you're sorry, Isabelle, you little slut."
"I'm not a slut, you are, and you're a bitch too!"
"You're a slut for your teacher."
"At least I didn't do it with my friend's dad."
"Isabelle, you are a little whore."
"Jodie has a big stinky cunt!"
My sister yanked me up by the shoulders and slammed
me down on the lawn, she's strong for a thirteen year
old, but I'm bigger so I used my weight to roll over and
and pin her down on the ground.
"Jodie, we have to stop this."
"I'll never give up until you say you're sorry."
"Jodie, I need your help, there's a secret I have to
tell you so that you'll understand, I don't know how to
say something like this so I just will; Dad and I have
been together.."
"What do you mean together?"
"I mean, really together; that's what we were doing
in the bathroom this morning."
"WHAT! How could you?"
"I'm sorry Jodie, it started by accident, and now
it's like he can't stop.
"Why hasn't he done it to me?"
"I don't know."
Jodie summoned up a burst of strength and pushed me
off of her. I was still on my hands and knees when she
kicked the soccer ball, slamming it into my rib-cage.
"Jodie, stop it, that hurt."
I got up and kicked the soccer ball back at her, but
unlike the rocket that she had launched at me, the ball I
kicked feebly skidded across the grass, which is
understandable, I spend all my time practicing piano while
she's running around a soccer field.
"I wish you'd kept it a secret," Jodie said in a
sullen voice.
"You asked what we were doing in there."
"I never imagined what could happen."
Jodie kicked the soccer ball, launching it toward me
like a deadly missile, scaring me so that I ducked to
avoid it. My lack of soccer skill was embarrassing, I
wished I could challenge her to a contest of playing
Mozart piano sonatas, I'd win that one.
I retrieved the ball and placed it on a little
pedestal of grass, and then I took a few steps back
before running toward the ball and kicking it with all my
strength. I hoped it would be a bullet-like shot that
would terrify Jodie, but instead she looked upward, her
eyes following the ball as it flew in a high arc above
her head and over the fence and into Conner's back yard.
At first I felt embarrassed by my incompetence, but
then it struck me; the opportunity I'd been looking for
had appeared by chance, or as I'd prefer to think of it,
by the hand of a higher power; I would have to retrieve
my sister's soccer ball, and that was a legitimate excuse
to go over to Conner's house and knock on the door.
"Jodie, this is it, I'm going over to Conner's
house, I'll get your soccer ball for you, but I won't be
home until dinner, will you cover for me?"
Jodie hesitated but then said, "Yes I will."
I turned and started to run toward the tree lined
corridor between our houses, but Jodie called out my name
and ran after me so I stopped.
"Isabelle, I'm sorry for the mean things I said, I
didn't mean it."
"I was mean too, I apologize."
"Is it really true, I mean, about you and Dad?"
"Yes, and that's why I'm doing this today, you see,
Dad can't stop, but he'll have to once I get a boyfriend
of my own."
"I hope this works Isabelle."
"I'll give it my best, I promise."
"Play Conner like you play the piano and you'll be
okay."
"I think I know what you mean, thank you, I'll see
you at dinner; wish me luck."
"Good luck Isabelle."
The fence that I kicked the soccer ball over extends
all the way between our houses, and I discovered, to my
dismay, that the metal latch on the gate had rusted shut
from non-use. Walking down the driveway was out of the
question, my parents would see me from the front window;
I had to find a way to open the gate or else climb over
the six-foot fence.
I yanked and pulled at the latch, fingers tiring and
slipping off, stumbling backward, gripping the latch and
trying again, eventually succeeding but in the process
cutting my finger deep enough to draw blood, so I sucked
on the wound and pinched it until the bleeding stopped,
and then I walked through the gate to the other side.
After I closed the gate it seemed like I had been
transported into another world; a place where my
schoolgirl concerns and my dad were a distant memory; a
place where I was imbued with a comforting inner peace. I
made my way along the side of Conner's house, all my
instincts told me that I belonged here with him; it was
like I was coming home for the first time.
Chapter 4
I scooted around the corner of the house, ducking
inside the garage, a mirror on the wall caught my image
before I moved on; the garden alongside the walkway to
the house was carefully laid out with flowers arranged in
neat rows, there was a sense of order here, and I
wondered how I might fit into the picture. The front door
loomed over me like a fortress as I knocked; I was ready
to cross the Rubicon with nothing to offer him other than
myself.
"Uhhh
3; hi! Remember me?" I blurted out as soon as
the door opened.
"Yes, I remember you Isabelle, what brings you to my
house?"
He stood there waiting for me to answer, his eyes
hovering over the black rose on my shirt; some girls
might take offense at such a look, but I found it
thrilling, so I extended my arm for a handshake, and felt
gratified that he actually reciprocated.
"Sorry to bother you Conner, but I accidentally
kicked my sister's soccer ball into your back yard."
"Oh I see; I'll go get it for you, wait here."
Conner left me standing in the doorway while he
walked through the house. Waiting here for him was
dangerous, he'd probably come back and shove the ball
into my arms and then send me away, and that would be
unacceptable. My only chance was to take matters into my
own hands, so I invited myself in, stepping over the
threshold, shutting the door, enjoying the startled look
on his face when he turned to see standing in the foyer.
"I like the way you decorated your house."
"I'm going outside to get your ball, wait there,
I'll be right back."
I immediately disobeyed him and walked across the
living room to where a row of wood framed photographs sat
on top of the fireplace mantel. Most of the pictures
appeared to be of friends or family, but there was one
that stood out; he had positioned this particular picture
front and center relative to the others, as if to give it
the place of highest importance; it was a picture of
Conner and a girl, an Asian girl, just like me, but
older.
I heard him come back into the house, footsteps
slowing as he approached me from behind. It probably was
rude of me not to turn and face him, but I couldn't take
my eyes off of the Asian girl in the picture, something
about her was giving me goose bumps.
"I found your soccer ball Isabelle."
"Who's this?" I pointed to the photo of him and the
girl.
"She was my girlfriend in college, we had plans to
get married but she developed cancer during our senior
year and passed away."
"That's so sad, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, you didn't know."
Conner stood by my side, placing a hand on my
shoulder; it was the first time he touched me.
"How long has she been gone?"
"It's been fifteen years."
"What was her name?"
"Kiyomi."
"I'm guessing from her name that she was born in
Japan."
"That's right; she was sent here by her parents to
attend college, the expectation being that she would
return home after obtaining a degree, but Kiyomi changed
her plans after meeting me and decided to stay here; she
had this belief that we were preordained from birth to
find each other, no matter where we were in the world."
I continued to stare at the picture of Conner and
Kiyomi, they were standing in front of a fountain, arms
wrapped around each other, as if to relish every moment
before death would tear them apart.
"Kiyomi loved you very much; I can see it in her
eyes."
"Yes, and I still love her."
Kiyomi's straight black hair hung down to the middle
of her back, much like my own, and her hint of a smile
reminded me of the painting, "Mona Lisa." There was also
something else about her that held my attention, it was
like I knew her from somewhere, but that was impossible,
she would have died just about the time I was born.
"Do you visit Kiyomi at her grave?"
"Yes, I go there often."
"It must be lonely to stand above where she's
buried, I mean, it's got be hard to be so close to her
and not really be with her."
"That's exactly how it feels."
Conner stood behind me, looking at the picture over
the top of my head, and without thinking I leaned back
against his chest as if I'd known him for a long time; it
just seemed so natural, I was totally at ease with him.
"Kiyomi was pretty. Is it still hard to be without
her after all these years?"
"I miss her every day."
He held me by the waist in a familiar kind of way,
like he thought of me as an old friend, and I turned the
side of my head against his chest and reached up, putting
my hand around the back of his neck, I have no idea why I
did that, it just seemed like the thing to do, and then I
looked up at him and the next thing I knew our lips were
touching.
I didn't protest when he reached under my shirt,
seeking out my bare breasts that so eagerly awaited his
caress, and I wasn't shy about swaying my bottom over his
front side, feeling the firm appreciation of a man for a
girl, and I didn't retreat when his hand slid over the
front of my shorts, violating social taboos, touching
between my legs. It was all so wonderful, but I should
have known that I was pushing him too fast.
"I'm sorry Kiyomi, I mean Isabelle, I can't, it's
not right."
Conner pulled away from our embrace and led me
across the room to the sofa. It was painful to have this
kind of intimacy come to such an abrupt end; I had to
find a way to get him in the mood again.
"Conner, is there something wrong with me?"
"There's nothing wrong with you, I led you on and
that was wrong, I apologize, but we have to stop."
"But what if I want to be led-on?"
"How old are you?"
"I'll be sixteen next October."
"That's too young."
"It might be for some girls, but not for me."
"Think about it Isabelle, what could we possibly
have in common?"
"Maybe quite a bit, for example, you just called me
Kiyomi by accident; there is a striking similarity
between me and her."
"That doesn't mean we should get involved."
"Maybe, maybe not; have you ever considered that
your decision to move here may be something more than a
coincidence?"
"I have no use for magical thinking, it's as simple
as this; Kiyomi and I wanted to live in Rosalund once we
graduated, then, after she died, I tried to carry out our
plans as a way to honor her memory, but it tortured me to
live the life we dreamed of without her, so I moved here
to start over.
"That's my point; you ended up moving in next door
to me, the one girl in the world who looks more like
Kiyomi than anyone you'll probably meet for the rest of
your life."
Conner didn't respond, but he did look up at the
picture of Kiyomi and then back at me; I could see that
his mind was working hard, he looked like a like a chess
player plotting the next move.
"I think I've got you figured out Conner, you see, a
girl can know some things in her heart without being
told; now tell me the truth, have you been with even one
girl since Kiyomi died?"
We paused in silence before he answered in a voice
so soft that I barely heard him. "No, I haven't," was all
that he said.
He sighed and hung his head down, he looked broken,
and it was the saddest thing I'd ever seen. I felt like I
had thoughtlessly opened an old wound solely for my own
self-interest, but I really wanted to help him, it wasn't
all about me.
"You took it hard Conner. I wish I could say that I
know what it's like and that it will get better, but I
never lost anyone like you have, however, back when I was
really little I did lose my cat. It all began with a box
of kittens that a family was giving away after church,
everyone took their pick but there was one scrawny
looking kitten left over that nobody wanted except me, he
had stripes so I named him ‘Tiger' which I actually
spelled T-i-g-r-r-r; pretty clever huh?"
"I like that name, but please continue."
"Well, Tigrrr the unwanted kitten surprised everyone
and grew up to be big and strong and he wasn't even
afraid of dogs and I was the only person he'd listen to
and he'd follow me all around the neighborhood. Then one
day I crossed the street and Tigrrr ran out to follow me
right when a car was coming and I yelled at Tigrrr to
stop but he kept coming and the driver wasn't paying
attention and ran over him and I saw it all with my own
eyes; one moment Tigrrr was with me and the next he was
gone forever."
"Oh my god Isabelle, I'm sorry."
"I loved him so much, I picked his body up off the
street and I carried him home and I dug a grave for him
in the flower bed and I put him in the ground and I
covered him with dirt and part of me died with him that
day, part of me is buried in that grave with him. I still
miss Tigrrr every day, even after all this time, but I
have learned something."
"I'm listening Isabelle, you're the first person
I've heard talk this in a way that sounds real."
"It is real. What I've learned after years of
missing Tigrrr is that the pain, the heavy weight of loss
that you feel really isn't pain at all, it's the love
that refuses to die, Tigrrr's love for me is still with
me, I keep it close to my heart, and I wouldn't want it
any other way."
"I never heard anyone say that before."
"I figured it out myself, there's a spiritual side
to all this that nobody understands, even though they
think that they do; so Conner, I don't know what it's
like to lose someone you're going to marry, but I do know
what it's like to feel bad and sad, and I wish there was
something I could do to make you feel better."
"You just did."
"Don't you see Conner, everything has worked out so
perfectly for us that it can't be an accident; your
moving here, my resemblance to Kiyomi, and listen, I was
even born fifteen years ago, just about the time she
died; it's so obvious to me that something in this world
is pulling us together."
I kind of lost control of myself at that point, I
broke down and started crying and shaking, big tears
rolling off my cheeks and falling to the floor.
"Isabelle, you're bleeding."
Why I thought of my period I'll never know, but when
I looked up I saw a line of blood dripping along my
finger; the cut from the gate latch had opened up.
"Let's get a bandage on that," he said.
Conner picked me up and carried me to a sunlight
filled room on the second floor that overlooked my back
yard. It was the very room I had gazed at so many times
before, and I had been right, you can look out through
these curtains, but people can't see in.
Conner applied a styptic pencil to my cut, which
stung, and I complained about it, but it did make the
bleeding stop right away, then he treated the cut with an
antiseptic and put a small bandage on it.
"What's that green mark on your knee?"
"It's a grass stain; I was wrestling on the lawn
with my little sister, she's only thirteen but she puts
up a good fight."
"You have in intriguing personality Isabelle, part
of you is more grown up than many adults, and another
part of you, shall I say, is still wrestling on the
lawn."
"It was only a little disagreement; my sister and I
are actually best friends."
Conner got a wash cloth soaked in warm water and
wiped the grass stain off my knee. He called this cozy
room his "study." A round antique looking table was
placed in the corner by the window, the back wall was
covered with a bookcase full of hardbacks that stretched
from floor to ceiling, and a loveseat sat in front of the
adjacent wall.
"Thank you for telling me about Tigrrr; I guess our
lives have been on separate paths leading to the same
place; it's odd though, you've only been here for a few
minutes, but it feels like we've know each other for a
long time."
"Do you feel kind of peaceful?"
"You picked a good word for it, the only time I get
this way is sometimes late at night, when the house is
absolutely quiet; it's then that I feel like Kiyomi is
with me, and somehow our hearts speak to each other in a
language the mind can't understand."
"That's her love, death couldn't take that away;
she's been with you all along. What do you think Kiyomi
would say if she could talk to you right now?"
"I don't know."
"She loves you so she'd want what's best for you; I
think she'd tell you to move ahead with your life and
fall in love again."
Conner held me in his arms, standing in silence,
looking out from behind the curtain; my sister and
parents were out on the deck, and I shuddered with the
strange feeling of being embraced by a man while looking
at my dad.
I don't know where I got the nerve, perhaps I just
knew that I would have to be the one to drive us forward,
so I put my hand on his stomach and let it slowly drift
down over the belt buckle and onto his crotch.
My fingers fanned out over his zipper, rubbing and
squeezing, making the front of his pants bulge out as he
looked through the curtain at my family, he was no doubt
weighing the risks and rewards of my being here; my job
now was to get him so excited that he'd forget all the
silly reasons to resist me.
"Would you do me a special favor?" I asked.
"We've already done too much."
"Pretty please, with sugar on top?"
"What do you want now?"
"For the next few minutes I want you to pretend that
I'm Kiyomi."
"Why would you want that?"
Conner looked into my eyes but I didn't give him an
answer, choosing instead to keep him in suspense while I
squeezed the hard pole in his pants, then he picked me up
and carried me to the loveseat where he sat down with me
on top of his lap, unlacing my shoes, dropping them on
the floor, rubbing my white ankle socks.
Then we kissed, lips and tongues moving over each
other with a fluidity, exciting me in ways that I'd only
known in my schoolgirl dreams, and I began to really
trust Conner, letting myself be vulnerable, surrendering
to him in a way that I had never done with anyone before
now.
"I love you," he said. Hearing those words coming
from Conner was like a gift from heaven, and it didn't
matter if he was saying it to me or Kiyomi.
Conner trembled and clung to me, his surging boner
pressing against my bottom, teardrops running down his
cheek; I didn't know how to deal with a grown man crying,
but I knew in my heart that he needed me, and that
distinguished him all the other people who had wanted me
just for my body.
Conner pulled up my shirt and cupped my breasts in
his hand, rubbing the dark fleshy colored nipples between
thumb and forefinger, licking the sensitive spires into a
feverish arousal. If this was the way he treated Kiyomi
then I'm sure that she'd like to come back from the dead
and be with him again.
"You are a beautiful girl, you are a good girl."
Conner's comment encouraged me so I reached down
between my legs and squeezed the mound in his pants, and
wow, he had become huge, his boner stretched out in front
of his pocket like a third leg.
"You're really hard Conner, I'm flattered."
"I can't help it; you're such a sexy little girl."
The glow of afternoon sunshine streamed through the
window and over my legs as Conner moved his hand along
the inside of my thigh. My mom and dad would have a fit
if they saw how I spread my legs apart so that my shorts
displayed a suggestive silhouette of my pubic mound.
"I'm having fun being here with you," I said.
He simply smiled and moved his hand between my legs,
rubbing my little pussy, making me wet, sending pulses of
pleasure rippling way up inside me. I was completely
comfortable with Conner, even better, I knew I was safe
with him; I wish that I could live with him and share
this embrace every night. I love everything about him.
"I'll do anything you want," I said.
He was silent for a moment and I became scared that
he might pull away from me like he did downstairs, I
couldn't let that happen again so I stroked my hand along
his cock and kissed his neck; I had to use every
available tool in my feminine arsenal.
"Would you undress yourself for me?"
I smiled and stood up, walking over to the table,
looking out the window at my dad scraping the grill on
the barbecue; a sense of triumph flickered inside me, I
had a man of my own now, there was nothing my dad could
do to stop it; I turned back to face Conner as I pulled
the t-shirt over my head.
I tossed my shirt at Conner and then pulled down the
zipper on my shorts, his unblinking eyes fixed upon me,
watching every move as I slid my fingers inside my pants,
rubbing myself in front of him, tantalizing him until he
stood up and came over to me, pulling my shorts all the
way down.
I feigned shyness, covering my breasts and turning
around to face the table. Conner took hold of my waist
and pressed himself against my backside, his stiff cock
pushing against my ass. We both looked though the curtain
at my parents and sister in the back yard.
"Your parents wouldn't like it if they knew you
stripped off your clothes for the man next door."
"They wouldn't want me stripping for anyone."
"What would your father think if he saw me doing
this to you?"
Conner reached around me and slid his hand inside
the front of my panties, fingers inching through my pubic
hair, touching the ripe lips of my pussy where I was
slick with the succulent juice that brews inside of horny
little girls like me.
"My daddy would be mad if he knew you put your hand
inside my panties."
"Then he'd find this even more disturbing."
Conner's fingertip parted my pussy lips and slid
inside me, it was a moment I'll always remember; he
fingered me in such a friendly way, like he wanted to get
to know every nuance about the inside of my little girl
pussy; I'd say his fingering is a lot like the way he
French kisses, very personal.
"What would you say to your father if he could see
you now?"
"I'd say, ‘Daddy, I've found the man that I want.'
He wouldn't like it but that's his problem."
"I was hoping to hear you say that."
"Does that mean you're okay with my being here?"
"I wish you never had to leave."
"Are you saying that to me or Kiyomi?"
"I can't tell the difference anymore."
Conner pulled my panties down to the floor, then he
released his belt and took off his own pants right in
front of me; I was smart enough to know what I was
supposed to do next so I pulled up a chair and sat down,
taking his stiffening cock in my hands, engulfing it
inside my mouth, bobbing my head back and forth.
"Your lips feel good, Isabelle."
"Thank you," I mumbled, trying to speak with a
mouthfull of cock.
A gloss of saliva coated Conner's cock; the stiff
rod disappeared inside my lips and then reappeared as my
head floated over him. My pussy lips tingled with
anticipation and my emotions soared into a primal place
where he was a guy and I was a girl, and there was
nothing else.
Conner had me stand up with him and look out the
window; I stroked his cock as we watched my dad work on
the barbecue; my mom walked out to the deck and said
something and then went back inside, I could tell by the
way she was dressed that she was going grocery shopping;
life at home was moving along normally.
"Do you think you'll have any regrets tomorrow?"
Conner asked.
"If you still want me tomorrow, then I'll be happy,
but even if you don't, it was my choice to be here with
you now, and I'll always be glad to have made that
decision."
"I will want you tomorrow Isabelle, just like today,
but right now I'm going to do something to you that would
make your parents very unhappy, if they knew."
"You can trust me Conner, I won't tell."
Conner stood behind me, looking over my shoulder,
cock swinging against my bottom; I knew what was coming
so I leaned forward, supporting myself on the table with
my elbows.
"Can I take off my socks? My feet are slipping on
the wood floor."
"I'd like you to leave your socks on; I'll explain
it to you later."
"Well, alright, if you say so."
He kissed all over my back in a delightful prelude,
and then it was there between my legs, sliding along my
pussy lips, spreading them apart, pushing inward."
"AAAAAHHHHH," I cried.
This time I was doing it with the man I wanted, all
the others didn't exist anymore; it was just me and
Conner for now on.
"Ooohhh Isabelle, it feels good to be inside you."
"You're driving me wild Conner, I love it!"
Conner moved his cock all throughout my pussy,
exploring every available space inside, leaving no part
of me un-fucked, and that's exactly what I wanted.
"Look out the window Isabelle, what's going on with
your father and sister?"
I'd already been watching them for several minutes,
feeling both disturbed and stimulated by what I was
witnessing, hoping Conner wouldn't notice; my mom had
gone to the store, leaving Jodie and my dad alone on the
deck, Jodie was lying on the chaise longue, filing her
fingernails, sipping a soda, swinging one leg from side
to side, and my dad was watching her as he worked on the
barbeque.
I don't think Jodie suspected anything when my dad
walked across the deck and sat with her on the chair, but
I did, and my heart sank because I knew what was going to
happen, and that meant Conner was about to discover our
family secret. Why couldn't my dad me more discreet?
I gulped as I watched Jodie innocently spread her
legs apart, laughing and talking, letting him put his
hand on her thigh, enjoying the attention, oblivious to
what would soon transpire. Suddenly she was squirming in
the chair, looking right and left, dropping the nail
file, spilling the soda onto the deck.
"What's you dad doing to your little sister?"
"He's feeling her up," I said, sensing a strange
arousal at the sight of Jodie being molested, briefly
feeling the desire to fuck her myself.
My little sister tried to get away but my dad held
her down on the chair with one hand rubbing between her
legs, the other hand squeezing her breasts; I knew what
she was going through, she didn't want him to do it, but
her pussy was getting wet anyway, weakening her resolve,
leading her toward the forbidden.
"Wow, look at them; she better watch out or he'll do
even more."
Conner was right about that. I couldn't make out
every detail through the curtain, but I could see that my
dad had her pants unzipped; he leaned over, locking her
in a kiss, hand sliding inside her panties; Jodie spread
her legs out beside the chair, her fingers touching his
face, her mouth wide open, her hips undulating, her
resistance a fleeting memory.
Dad wouldn't have time to fuck her before Mom got
home from the store, but I expect that he'll take care of
that in the near future. The thought of them coupling
evoked a bizarre twinge of jealousy in me; I suppose I
can understand my dad wanting Jodie, she is a pretty
little girl, maybe now he'll devote his energy to her,
and forget about me.
"Look at how she opens her legs for Daddy," Conner
said. I could feel him becoming even stiffer inside me as
he watched my little sister's incestuous liaison.
"I knew it would happen eventually, I just didn't
think it would be this soon."
"Amazing, he's feeling up his own daughter and she's
only thirteen-years-old, she's a cute little girl too,
better watch out or he'll be fucking her one of the
days."
"I'm sure he will, believe me, he knows how to
seduce a young girl."
"How would you know that?"
"I hope you don't' think my sister and I are
terrible, but you see, before my sister and my dad, there
was me and my dad."
"What are you saying Isabelle? Do you mean you and
your father
3;?"
"Yes, I've done it with my dad, more than once
actually, and to tell the truth, sometimes I actually
enjoyed it."
"How does something like that happen?"
It was wild to have this conversation with Conner
while his cock was buried inside me, but he was stiffer
than any man I'd ever known; something about my family's
secret was turning him on.
"Nobody's to blame really; it was just an accident
that happened one day after school; my girlfriend and I
were practicing kissing in my bedroom when my dad
inadvertently walked in and caught us. I was so scared, I
thought he'd be mad, but he wasn't, he just wanted to
show me what I needed to know before I got a boyfriend,
and believe me, daddy showed me everything, which is
fine, except that now he can't stop.
"I never would have suspected."
"Please don't hate me."
Conner remained mounted inside me without speaking
or moving for several minutes, and he stayed hard too. I
honestly didn't know what to expect from him, however, I
did know that I deserved the worst; now that he knew the
disgusting truth about me there was no way that I could
compare to Kiyomi, I wouldn't blame him if he threw me
away just like the trash that I am.
"I admire your courage to tell me the truth," he
said.
"You do?"
"Yes, now hold on to me."
He pulled me up from the table and made me take hold
of the back of his neck while he gripped the inside of my
thighs, lifting me off the floor, bouncing me up and down
on his cock, both of us looking through the curtain at my
dad and Jodie.
"Oooh, aaahhh Conner, you bad boy, you're doing it
to me in front of my family!"
"Your father taught you a lot Isabelle, you're an
amazing lover for such a young girl; I think I'm going to
do you some more."
Conner carried me out of the study and down the
hall, I was still afraid that he was going to dump me and
tell me to go home, but he didn't, instead he took me to
his room where he laid me on the bed.
"You're a beautiful little girl Isabelle; I can
understand your father's desire for you."
Conner sat next to me as I lay on the bed, my pussy
was open and ready for him, and so was my heart; I had
followed Rachel's advice and put myself out there, I was
in his hands now, whether it be good or bad.
"I'm going to end it with my dad; you're the one I
want to be with."
"I want to be with you too Isabelle. You saved my
life today, now it's my turn to help you."
"How did I save your life?"
Conner didn't answer and I didn't care because the
next thing he did was to lower his head between my legs,
eating my ravenous pussy; tremors of joy raced up my
spine as his tongue wiggled inside my cunt, explosions of
pleasure went off in my brain while he sucked on my
clitoris, and I responded with girly moans that echoed
around the bedroom.
After a while he crawled up on top of me, between my
legs, enticing me by rubbing the tip if his cock between
my pussy lips; now it was my turn go give back to him, I
really wanted to prove that I could give him the same
kind of satisfaction that he undoubtedly had with Kiyomi.
"I know I'm only fifteen, but I can be just like a
woman for you, I promise."
"To me you're a both woman and a sexy little girl, I
couldn't ask for anything more."
"I'm a special order made just for you."
"In a way I feel like that's true, there have only
been two girls in my life that could touch me like this,
Kiyomi and you."
Those words were so good to hear that it made me
blush, I had to turn my head and look away from him for
just a moment to regain my composure; it was then that I
saw it, sitting there next to the bed.
"Hey, what's that?" I said while pointing at the
nightstand.
"A present Kiyomi gave me shortly before she died;
she said it was to remind me of her whenever I saw it,
that's why I keep it here, by the bed, where I'll see it
every morning and night."
I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs;
standing on the nightstand was a slender vase that held a
single blown-glass flower; a black rose.
"I didn't know Conner, but that's why you asked
about the print on my shirt, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"I'm scared."
"Remember when you said that something in the world
was pulling us together, do you really believe that?"
"I do believe it; everything for us has fit together
too perfectly to be an accident."
"Kiyomi believed that too."
"She did?"
Conner smiled and gracefully slid himself into me
with one slow powerful stroke, becoming part of me,
making me feel like I had found the one place where I
belonged.
"I don't believe how hard you are."
"Naughty little girls make me get this way."
"Better get used to it Conner, I'm a naughty girl
every day!"
He stroked his cock in and out, intruding into every
wet recess within my tender pussy, making my girl juice
ooze over my cunt lips, filling me with his love, and
after a while I was able to respond with by playfully
squeezing of my little girl cunt, massaging his long
shaft, causing him to groan with unexpected pleasure.
I shuddered and clawed at his back as the throbbing
sensation heightened, overcoming me just as it did when I
humped the bicycle seat in the garage, only now it was
far more extreme and I lost conscious awareness as the
explosions of teenage lust lit up the inside of my brain.
"AAAAHHHH, oooohhhh, AAAAAHHHHH!" I wailed.
When my mind returned to the present I found that
Conner was still doing me, but in a different way, he was
gripping me tightly and grunting, poking himself all the
way in, staying there motionless, except for the tremors
that spanned the length of his body.
I felt is cock pulsing inside me, followed by a
series of uncontrollable spasms that rippled through my
pussy; we were finishing together, he was pumping his
seed into me, filling my cunt with the lively jizz that
flowed from his hairy balls and exploded out the end of
his cock, and I wanted all of it, so I milked him with my
cunt muscles, squeezing his manhood until I had drained
every last drop out of him.
"Aaaahhhh Conner, I love you."
"I love you too Isabelle, for now on I belong to
you."
Afterward we lay there like two long distance
runners after a race, feeling both exhausted and
fulfilled. It was all so different with him, in the past
I'd find an excuse to leave my lovers as soon as it was
over, but not Conner, I wanted to stay with him and enjoy
the peace, so I quietly rested on my side with my head on
his chest.
"Conner, I want you to know that you fuck me a lot
better than my daddy does."
"Thanks Isabelle, I needed to hear you say that; I
wouldn't trade you for any other girl in the world."
"You just made me feel happy."
Both of us were soaked in sweat and we needed more
time to recover, but I didn't have a lot of time left, in
a little while I'd have to go home for dinner or my
parents would get worried. Conner wanted me to stay
longer but he understood and helped me clean-up so I'd be
presentable when I got home.
He put his arm around me as we walked to the front
door. I felt so close to him now, I hated the idea of our
being separated, and to make matters even more stressful
I couldn't figure out how to say goodbye, I mean, we
hadn't even had a chance to make our plans for the
future.
"You really know how to take care of a horny little
girl; would you be my babysitter?"
"Very funny Isabelle, but seriously, you've done so
much for me; I don't know how to thank you."
"Does that mean you want to see me again?
"I wish I could see you every day."
"That's the way I feel too. I was afraid that you
wouldn't want anything to do with me after you found out
about me and my dad."
"I understand that sometimes things happen, in a way
you could say it made you who you are, and I love you for
who you are, so it's all good, but how are you going to
deal with the both of us wanting to be your lover?"
"It's over with my dad, I've outgrown it, I want to
be with you; I've just got to figure out a way to end it
with him once and for all."
"Maybe your dad will become infatuated with your
little sister; he couldn't get enough of her out there
today."
"You're probably right, but my mom isn't going to
like it."
I felt like I was living on borrowed time, not
deserving of Conner's decency, knowing that I had
stumbled upon the key to his heart, afraid that I would
do something to drive him away, deadly serious about
every second we were together. I never told him about
secretly asking Kiyomi's spirit for help, making a pact
between us girls, vowing to be as good for him as she had
been, or else she could come back from the dead and kill
me.
"Isabelle, I was wondering, how would you like to
raise a cat with me?"
Where did he get that idea? I had never even thought
about getting another cat; it was like after losing
Tigrrr I just couldn't make the emotional investment.
"I don't know if my parents would let me get another
cat."
"Our cat can live here with me, if that's okay with
you, and we can bring it up together. I'd like you to
choose the name."
I couldn't help throwing my arms around him. "What a
wonderful idea! Can we get one from the animal shelter? I
want to save the life of one that nobody wants."
"That's an excellent idea Isabelle, you have a good
heart; I miss you already."
"I'll miss you too, but I've got to go. When can I
see you again?"
"Any time you want, hopefully soon."
"My parents have to take my sister to a soccer camp
next Friday; I'll be all alone at home, feeling bored and
lonely."
"How would you like to spend the day with me?"
"I'd like that a lot, see you then."
I stood up on tiptoes, kissing his cheek, and then I
headed back the way I came, taking small steps on the
walkway, looking back over my shoulder, smiling and
waving at him, hating to leave. I reached the driveway
and was sneaking along the edge of the garage toward the
gate when I heard him call out.
"Wait, come back."
The sound of his voice sent me sprinting back up the
walkway to where he stood on the porch, holding the
soccer ball. How I could have forgotten that I'll never
know, but I thanked him, and then I remembered something
else.
"By the way, you never told me why you didn't want
me to take off my socks."
Conner blushed like a schoolboy. "I hope you'll
understand, you see, the sight of a pretty girl like you
wearing white socks is a sure way to arouse me, Kiyomi
wore them a lot; it put a spark in our love life."
"Does it excite you to see me wearing them now; even
after all we've been through?"
"Yes it does."
"Thanks for letting me know! I have a drawer full of
white socks, I'll bring some over."
We laughed and hugged and then I headed back to my
parent's house, this time stopping inside his garage to
stare at myself in the mirror, thinking that I looked
more like Kiyomi than myself. Sometimes a girl gets
lucky, finding Conner had been the best thing that had
ever happened to me; I would never let him go.
Later that evening my little sister was oddly quiet
during dinner, she had a vacant, confused look in her
eyes, and she only nibbled at her food; I could
understand why. It probably wouldn't be too long before
Dad paid her a visit, in her bedroom, late at night,
after mom and I had gone to sleep; it might even happen
tonight.
The End