Into the Shadows: The Coming Dark (c) Chapter Six By Fiction Writer #13 (paranormal, M/F, F/g, M/g, m/g, incest, brother, sister, preteen, teen, mast, oral, deep throat, voyeur, bi, noncon, reluct, con, drug) Bethany didn't need to worry about her family overhearing her sharp intake of breath. Nor did she have to hide the flush that had come to her face. Those seated around the living room were busy trying to hide their own states of arousal. Eyes were closed while visions of the erotic played in their minds. Hidden hands played and pleasured out of sight, each believing the other would catch them during their dalliances and would stop them from reaching their goals, each hoping that they would be allowed one more moment of the forbidden. Bethany never faltered, not even for a moment. Not even as Tommy's fingers traced the elastic line crossing her abdomen just below her belly button. Her words slipped through quavering lips, drifted about the icy room, and found her audience hungrily waiting for more. "All the rest of that night I was nervous and excited at the same time. I sat up that night wondering what was going to happen. I couldn't even sleep; I just kept watching the clock waiting for it to be twelve. The last time I had been up that late, and that scared, was the night of my birthday. I worried that this would turn out like that last time. "I got so scared that I almost decided not to go. I didn't want to make Sam upset, and I didn't want to get hurt again, either. I even thought about running away, but I realized I had nowhere else to go. Sam had told me that she and Martin would never hurt me, and that they loved me, but I still wasn't sure. I lay in my bed, heart pounding, as the small hand of the clock moved closer and closer to midnight. "That's when He spoke to me for the first time." Bethany shivered, not from the cold, nor from Tommy's soft touches. "I didn't even know that it was someone else talking to me, I just thought it was my imagination. His voice was so soft, like a whisper in my mind. Back then he wasn't as strong as he is today, but I didn't know that he was even in my head yet." A tiny shudder ran through the house, but it went unnoticed. "Back then he sounded nice, like a friend when I had none. He told me not to be afraid, that it wouldn't be like my last time. He told me that I would feel good things, things that I would remember for the rest of my life and want to feel all of the time. He told me that he was my friend, and he would never lie to me. By the time the clock said twelve, I could hardly wait to see what was going to happen. "I quietly crept down the hallway to the Schafer's bedroom. The door was slightly open, but the lights were off. Both Martin and Sam were sleeping, Martin snoring loudly. As silently as I could, I moved to Samantha's side of the bed and gently nudged her awake. "Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at seeing me. She told me I was a good girl for coming, and she thanked me for trusting her. Sam kissed my cheek before she climbed out of the bed. Instead of turning on the lights she went around and lit a bunch of candles. They smelt like vanilla. "I started to get scared again. My mom and dad had lit candles that night as well. Sam must have seen me shaking because she knelt down next to me and hugged me. 'I know you are afraid, Bethany, but there is nothing to worry about,' she told me. 'I've been helping little boys and girls like you, ones who have been hurt sexually by adults, for nearly fifteen years now. I want to show you that sex isn't something to be afraid of; that with the right person, it can be the nicest thing in the whole wide world.' "She told me that when she was a little girl some men hurt her really bad. After that she became afraid of sex and would cry if any boys, even really nice ones, tried to do sex stuff with her. Then, when she was in college, she met a really nice woman, and they fell in love. "The woman was older than her, and she taught her many things about love, her body, and sex. They knew that they could never be together, not like a husband and wife, but she had a way for them to stay close. The woman introduced Sam to her son, Martin, and helped Sam to become intimate with him. As time went by, Sam fell in love with Martin, and they got married. Martin's mother continued to be a part of their life together, but she passed away long before I came to live with them. "Martin and Sam couldn't have children of their own, so they decided to take in foster kids like me. Sam listened to their stories of abuse, molestation and neglect, and was reminded of her own troubled past. She found herself wanting to help them as she had been helped. To show them that love doesn't have to hurt. "When she told Martin about her plans, he got scared. He was afraid that one of the children would tell on them, and they'd end up in jail. No matter how hard she tried, Martin wouldn't give in, so she took matters into her own hands. "With each new child, she would give Martin a chance to come around to her way of thinking. He never said yes, but she would always ask him if he wanted to help before she would begin. She knew he wanted to, but he was just too scared of being caught. "To keep the peace, and to prevent Martin from having a heart attack from fear, she would slip him a sleeping pill so that he would never know that he was participating in her re-education classes. "At that point in her story, she pulled the covers completely off of Martin, leaving him dressed only in a pair of boxer shorts, still sleeping soundly on the bed. 'He can never know, sweetheart, not the truth. It would hurt him too much, even though he really does want to help you,' she said to me, staring into my eyes, waiting for me to answer. "I told her that I would keep it a secret and she smiled. "She told me that she found that having Martin asleep like this helped to take away a lot of the fear most of the kids felt. He was defenseless, and not threatening in the least. She said that we could take our time, and learn from him without fear of him waking or being angry." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tommy's fingers slowly dipped under the waistband of Bethany's panties before retreating back to her belly button. He'd been testing her reaction, each time going a little lower, inching closer to her hairless sex, but he didn't want to press his luck too much. Tommy could barely hear his sister speaking, though she was only inches away. Blood was pumping in his ears, throbbing, drowning out the world around him. All that existed at that moment were his fingertips, and Bethany's smooth stomach. Once the barrier of her panties had been breached, his nervous hand tested her resistance as a toe would test the temperature of water. He could feel her heat rising to meet his hands, her stomach muscles rippling and fluttering at his touch. This was it, the Promised Land lay but a few centimeters away, and yet, he couldn't bring himself to leap the final hurdle. So close, and yet so far. His mind roared. Thoughts, emotions, hormones, lust, guilt, desire and fear mingled and fought for dominance of his actions. Bethany's hand fiercely grasped his arm, shocking him from his inner debate, causing his heart to nearly explode in his chest. He was caught! She had not been inviting his touches, he'd been stealing them! She'd put up with this in silence all that time, but now she'd had enough! 'Oh my God what am I going to do?' his mind raced. 'She'll tell them what I've been doing and... and... they'll send me away for sure! My God! How could I have been so stupid? So fucking stupid! I've been molesting my little sister this whole time! Oh God!' Her tiny hand held on to him firmly, his hand frozen in place, fingers tips just inside of her panties. The moment hung in time, seconds passed as hours. Tommy was lost in what he should do to rectify his current situation. She pulled on his arm, forcing his hand to delve deeper into the mysteries that lay behind the thin cotton. There was a moment of absolute horror for Tommy as his hand began to move against his will, but then he made contact with the top of her slit and Bethany's hand relaxed again. She'd taken away any doubts he might have been having in an instant; one simple action, clearing away a multitude of worries, fears, and guilt. She wanted him to touch her, to touch her most private place. She had opened herself to him, to his inexperienced and clumsy touching. He was an invited guest, not a burglar stealing away her innocence. 'So hot,' he thought as the feeling in his hand returned. 'My God, her pussy is so hot... I never knew... she would feel... so... hot... ' After a short time Tommy's fingers began to move of their own accord, now tracing the outline of her sex. Down the side of her groin where it joined her leg, around to the skin between her cunny and butt, then slowly all the way up her slit, before repeating the journey down the opposite leg. Her grasping hand left his forearm, sliding away until it landed on his T-shirt covered chest. Lower her hand traveled, seeking the waist band of his PJs. She dipped her fingers under, pressing lightly against his firm tummy to gain entry. Lower she moved, until she reached the root of his manhood. He was swollen, but angled uncomfortably downward, trapped by the leg of his pants. Her delicate fingers traveled down his length. He was twitching, throbbing at her touch. With surprising dexterity she freed him from his binding, his cock suddenly springing away with such force it made a loud slapping noise when it made contact with his belly. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bethany opened her eyes to check on her parents, to make sure they hadn't heard the sound of flesh meeting flesh. They were on the couch as they had been at the beginning of her story, but their eyes were closed tightly against the light of the living room. Their bodies were as still as if they had been sleeping, but their faces belied that serene scene. Both Steven and Mary were flushed, their mouths slightly open, their breath coming in gasps. Though they might pass a cursory inspection, a closer look would find hands busy under their blanket as well. Once again she closed her eyes, blocking out the living room. "Sam took me into her arms. She made me feel warm and safe. She kissed me and told me that everything was going to be okay as she lifted my nightshirt up and over my head. She told me how beautiful I looked, and made me smile. Then she pulled her own nightgown off and let me look at her naked body. "I asked her why she had hair on her cunny and I didn't, I asked her if she thought my breasts would ever get bigger, I asked so many questions. She answered them all with a smile and a hug. She told me that if I ever had a question, about anything at all, that I could always come to her, and she would give me an honest answer. "She said that some adults didn't know how to speak to children, that they felt uncomfortable answering certain questions, and that they sometimes lied or only told half truths because they didn't think that they would understand. She told me that she would never do that to me, that she knew kids were a lot smarter than grown ups believed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tommy had discovered that her slit could be opened, and further treasures were to be found within. As his finger delved into her moist softness, she took hold of his shaft and began to gently stroke him. 'Oh God! I don't think, I don't think I can keep this up much longer!' ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "She made me feel so grown up. It was nice having someone to talk to about these things. "Sam had me climb up on the bed with her. She opened her legs and showed me all of the girl parts; she called it her pussy, and told which bits felt the best when touched. When I reached out and touched her she didn't stop me, she told me it felt nice and that I could touch her anywhere and anytime I wanted to, so long as Martin didn't find out. "I played with her pussy for a long time, listening to her moan and gasp each time I touched her in a good way. Then she asked if she could touch me like that. I was still a little scared, but I said okay. "She moved over my body until she was face to face with me. She told me she loved me and then kissed me on the lips. It was my first real kiss... I melted instantly. Her lips were so soft, her tongue so gentle. I loved every second of it; I never wanted it to end. "While she kissed me her hands were busy touching me all over. She rubbed my little nipples and my legs and tummy, and I felt so good I thought I would die. When her lips left mine I almost cried, but she began leaving a trail of kisses down my chin and onto my neck. She stopped at my chest and kissed my nipples. It was like lightning! My whole body started getting really hot and tingly. I'd never felt anything like it before. "After some time she continued to move lower, her kisses tickled my stomach and I laughed out loud. She stopped and looked into my eyes, her smile so big. 'Good, sweetie!' she said. 'Sex should be fun. Remember that always. Laughing and giggling, touching and teasing, pleasing and being pleased are all part of what sex is all about. Life can sometimes be mean and nasty, but when you are with someone that you love, you can share all the joys that this world has to offer.' "I smiled at her and nodded, and then she pressed her face into my tummy and blew a raspberry, causing me to laugh even harder! "My giggling died down as she started kissing me again. Lower and lower she went until she was seated between my legs. When her fingers touched my inner thighs I was so excited that I nearly jumped off of the bed. Gently she pushed my legs open so that she could see me better. 'Beautiful,' she whispered as her fingers moved to touch me. "I didn't know what was happening to me. As she touched my cunny I started shaking, I wanted her to touch me even more. Her fingers moved into my slit and began to rub my button, what she called my clit, with tiny circles. Fireworks went off in my head! My entire body felt like it was floating, I tingled from head to toe, and I yelled out at the top of my lungs!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tommy got the hint. His fingers moved upwards until he found her button and began to make small circles. She let him know he was doing a good job by stroking his precum soaked stiffy faster, eliciting a small moan from his lips. She was getting wetter with each of his tiny revolutions. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "When I came back to earth I looked down at Sam with wonder on my face. She smiled and told me that I had just had my first cum, and then she asked if I wanted to have another one? Of course I said yes! It was the most bestest thing I've ever felt in my life! I told her that I never wanted to stop having cums! "She just smiled again, and then she did something I never would have thought someone would do. She kissed me right on my cunny! For a moment I was grossed out, that's where I pee from and she was kissing it over and over again. When her tongue started tasting me I almost died! It felt so good that I forgot about it being gross. She made me feel wonderful! I had many cums as she licked my cunny. By the end I was lifting my hips so that she could lick me harder and deeper. "I must have passed out, because when I opened my eyes again she was face to face with me. I smiled and said 'Wow!' and she kissed me. "Later on, after we had finished kissing and cuddling, she asked if I still wanted to see Martin's penis. When I nodded she pulled off his boxer shorts. There it was, all small and curled up. It looked like a fat, pink worm sleeping in a pile of hair. "She motioned for me to come closer as she told me all about boy's parts, gently lifting and moving Martin's penis as she did so. I was fascinated by it, especially by his balls, the way they rolled around in a sack of skin. "She asked if I wanted to touch him, to feel how soft and squishy he was. When I nodded yes she took my hand and placed it on him. She told me to be gentle, that men and boys were very sensitive and I could hurt them if I was too careless. "I squeezed his shaft and felt it squish between my fingers. I cupped his balls and felt them move around inside. I thought it was the neatest thing I had ever touched. I felt like some kind of explorer finding a new form of life that lived at the bottom of the sea, and I wanted to learn everything that I could about it. "Sam asked me if I wanted to see it grow and again I nodded. She told me to keep my hand on his balls and to watch closely. She leaned down until her face was almost touching him, and then her tongue started to lick it! "Once again I felt grossed out, and must have made a face because she stopped to tell me that he didn't really taste like anything, just skin. She asked me if I wanted to try and I shook my head. Sam reminded me of how good it felt when she had licked me, and then said it would make Martin feel that good as well. She then went back to licking him up and down. "As she was doing that I could feel his balls moving all by themselves, it was so neat. I watched as Martin's thing started to get bigger and bigger. As it uncurled and stretched out, a clear drop of fluid came out of the end. Sam looked right at me as she sucked his head into her mouth. When she let him come out again, the drop was gone. I almost got sick watching her do that. "She stopped sucking and licking long enough to explain that it wasn't pee coming out, but something called precum. She said it was a slippery stuff that made having sex easier, and that it tasted sweet. I watched as she stroked him and another drop came out. She pointed him at me and asked if I wanted to try some. I said no thank you, so she sucked on him again, drinking his slippery stuff and making 'mmm' sounds as she did. "He was really big now, almost stretching up to his belly button. Sam seemed to really like sucking on him, and I found myself wondering what he tasted like. I leaned in closer and watched as her mouth moved up and down, sucking him deeper with each stroke. "My curiosity got the better of me, and I stuck out my tongue to taste what Sam had been tasting. She was right; he didn't taste bad at all! It was just like licking my fingers clean. I started running my tongue up and down his shaft while Sam suckled on his head. "She watched me as I continued to lick him like a lollipop, smiling despite the stiffy in her mouth. After a while she pulled her mouth away and let another drop of liquid appear. This time when she offered it to me I licked it right off. She was right again, it did taste sweet! "We both licked him up and down, out tongues meeting from time to time. It was fun, like a game of tag almost. When another drop of precum appeared we bumped heads trying to get to it first. We both giggled, and then she let me have it on one condition. She wanted me to put the end of his penis in my mouth and suck on him, but be careful with my teeth. "I smiled and had him in my mouth right away. It was strange; it was like I wanted him in my mouth like that the whole time, but I didn't know it. It felt... right. "As I sucked on him Sam told me to try and see how much of him I could get into my mouth at one time. I got about half of him in before I started to gag and had to pull off. She told me to take my time and if I kept trying, I would be able to get him all the way in. I told her I didn't believe that anyone could do that, and to prove me wrong she popped him into her mouth and slowly sunk down until her nose touched his pubic hair. "I was shocked, but also felt challenged. I'm pretty competitive so I took him back from her and tried again. This time I got a little further down before I gagged, but I didn't give up. I couldn't let her win, so I kept trying. After a while I stopped and told her that it wasn't fair, she was older and he was just too big for me. "She kissed my cheek and told me that there was a way, but I would really have to trust her. She said it would be scary, and might hurt a little at first, but if I stayed calm and listened to everything she told me, I would be able to take him all the way down into my throat. "I almost said no after hearing her talk so seriously, but like I said, I'm pretty competitive. If she could do it, then so could I! "She kissed my cheek again and smiled, told me to be brave for her, and then told me to take him back into my mouth. She told me to stay calm and breathe through my nose, and that though it might not feel like it, she would never do anything that might hurt me badly. "I felt her hand move to the back of my head and start to push me down onto Martin's penis. When I started to gag she told me to try to swallow and she kept pushing me down. I tried to swallow, but I was gagging so much I just couldn't. "I started to panic as she held me in place, I couldn't breathe, my arms flailed widely as I tried to pull myself up. Sam wouldn't let me, though. She kept telling me to relax and let it happen, that all I had to do was swallow, just once and the gagging would stop. Tears stung in my eyes and I thought that I was going to die. I couldn't believe that Sam was going to kill me like this, after she had promised never to hurt me. "Then it happened. I don't even remember when I swallowed or how, but the next thing I knew my nose was being tickled by Martin's wiry hair. I stopped fighting and just stayed where I was being held. After a moment, Sam pulled me back up until his thing was just out of my throat. 'Breathe through your nose,' she told me, and I did. She pushed me back all the way down after I exhaled and again my nose was tickled by his hair. "She did this to me about ten times before she finally let go. When I let his penis slip completely out of my mouth I looked down to see just how much I had swallowed and was amazed. Sam pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply, telling me how proud she was of me. "She told me I was the bravest child she had ever taught, and the only one who had ever gotten him all the way down on the first try! Though my throat really hurt, I was proud of myself for doing it." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mary was biting hard on her lower lip as she shuddered through another silent orgasm. She had wanted to cry out her pleasure, to let her entire family know that she was cumming. Not only cumming, but cumming the hardest she had ever cum in her entire life. Once she'd reached under her silk nightie her fingers had been busy; first dancing outside of her panties until they became soaked with her fluids, then exploring beneath them in order to heighten her pleasure. Her other hand was busy as well. She stroked her husband's cock as if her life depended on making him spurt. Her hand was slick with his precum, sliding from balls to tip and back again in one smooth motion. She was milking him, trying to draw his cum out of his balls and into the open air. He was shaking beside her, his hips rising and falling in time with her talented hand. As Bethany's description of her first deep throating came to an end, so did Steven. A low growl left his throat as his cock swelled and fired in his pants. Mary continued to stroke him as his sperm further slickened her hand. She could smell him; smell his semen as he spurted over and over again. It made her hungry. She wanted to suck him into her mouth and drain him. He made so much noise that Mary opened her eyes to see if her children had caught them. No, they had been lucky. Both of them had their eyes tightly closed, but something was up. Two small lumps were moving frantically under the cover that Bethany and Tommy were sharing. Steve and she weren't the only ones enjoying Beth's story. At that moment, Tommy opened his eyes. Mother and son stared at each other in silence. Mary saw desire in his eyes, and she knew that he could see it in hers as well. Her next orgasm took her by surprise, and she didn't have the time or the sense to control her reaction. Her moan filled the room. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tommy was about to cum and he knew it. His sister's hand was jerking him off and it just felt too good to hold back much longer. The pressure built to near critical as he opened his eyes. He was horrified to find his mom staring right at him. The look on her face confused him for a moment; he wondered why she hadn't yelled at him. Even if she had, he was far too close to cumming to stop. Suddenly his mom moaned out into the quiet room, her face turning beet red, and her body shaking violently. He was about to call out to her to see if she was okay, when little Bethany slammed her thighs shut, trapping his hand in her pussy. She trembled next to him, a mewling sound coming from her lips as his hand became drenched in her wetness. It was all too much for Tommy's thirteen-year-old brain to handle. "Oh fuck, yeah!" he cried as his cock began firing loads of sticky cum. He could feel it burning against his stomach, soaking into his T-shirt, and still Beth jerked him. She was making sure that every drop of his boy juice was spilt. Once he caught his breath the guilt and shame returned. Terror filled him. He had to run, to hide, get away before anyone could question him about what had just happened. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Steven came down from his orgasm just in time to see Tommy suddenly stand up while clutching the comforter tightly around himself. Before he could ask what was wrong Tommy bolted from the room and went up the stairs to his room. Steve looked down to the floor from which Tommy had just run. Bethany was still there. Her nightshirt had been pushed up over her hips, exposing her bare legs and panties, panties that were soaked to the point of being nearly translucent. Her little child slit was clearly seen underneath the wet fabric. She was wiping her one hand on the carpet, trying to clean what was obviously Tommy's spunk from her palm. Mary noticed this as well, her grip on Steven's softening cock grew firmer. "Bethany, sweetie," his wife smiled as she spoke to the exposed little girl, "why don't you come up here with daddy and me and finish your story." With that Mary lifted the duvet and slid away from Steve, patting the space left between them. "You can sit between us up here on the couch." Steve's cock instantly became hard again. Continued in Chapter Seven.... You can find more of my stories at: https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Moments_In_My_Mind/www/Index.html Join my forum and I'll send you an email notification of when I update my stories: http://fw13.suddenlaunch3.com/index.cgi Read what I've been up to on my Blog: http://fictionwriter13.blogspot.com Feedback, Questions or Comments can be sent here: FictionWriter13@msn.comThe Coming Dark 06