Into the Shadows: The Coming Dark (c) Chapter Nine By Fiction Writer #13 (m/f, teen, voyeur, paranormal) Alone in the woods. Not alone. Someone else is here. Something. Just out of sight. It's moving. It's coming for me. Have to run. Have to get away before it finds me. The sun is setting. It's getting too dark to see. The trees, so many trees. I have to run, keep going. It's right behind me! Falling! I'm falling! No, I just tripped. So tired. Maybe I should just lie down? This sleeping bag is warm, it's so cold out. Who's in here with me? It's a girl! She's sleeping right next to me! Who is she? She smells so nice, her skin so soft. Skin? She's naked! Oh my God! So am I! We're spooning; her back is pressed into my chest. So warm. So soft. Her hair, I can smell her hair. Lilac. She must use the same shampoo as me. Who is she? She's breathing softly. I can hear her, feel her. Should I touch her? Can I? Will she get mad and leave? Will she let me? My hands move up to her breasts. So soft. My heart is beating so fast. What if she catches me copping a feel? She's moving! Oh no! I'm caught! She knows what I've been doing to her while she slept! And... and... her hand moves onto mine! She's holding it against her breast, pressing my hand harder against her. She wants me to touch her. She's moving her butt against my crotch! It feels so good. I'm getting hard. Rubbing against her bare ass feels so good... She's talking. 'Take me Tommy... I want you to be my first... ' That voice... I know that voice... 'Please Tommy, I need you.' Could it be? Could that really be her? 'Put it in me Tommy... ' Debbie? Debbie Fergusson? It is her! Oh man, how did this happen? A hot girl like her... wants to have sex with me? Her slender hand moves between our bodies... Oh Shit! She's touching my dick! Stroking me! I hope I don't cum too soon. She's shifting, moving her butt, pointing me in the right direction. I can feel it! Her pussy is so tight and hot! It's just like I imagined, everything that I imagined sex would feel like! Oh man... oh god... so wet and warm! I've never felt anything so good before. She's moving... I'm moving... In... Out... In... Out... over and over again. Faster. Faster. My heart is beating so hard! I'm... I'm... I'm... I'm going to cum! AHHHH! Tommy awoke with a start, his cock still spurting in his boxer shorts. It took him a few moments to realize that it had all been a dream, a wet dream. Early morning light poured through the curtains of his bedroom. Birds, late in migrating south for the quickly approaching winter, chirped noisily outside. 'All just a dream,' he sighed to himself. Since his alarm had yet to go off, and his bed was so nice and warm, he decided to forgo changing his boxers in exchange for some more sleep. He snuggled in closer to the soft lump beside him and began to drift off once again. 'Wait a sec... What am I snuggling with?' Slowly Tommy opened his tired eyes. Something was definitely in bed with him, but what? He pulled the covers down a bit and revealed a wild tangle of red hair. 'Bethany?' The little lump stirred slightly, a tiny hand took hold of the sheet and re-covered her head. 'Why? When did she come up here?' Tommy wondered. His questions turned into absolute horror when he remembered how he had woken in the first place. He had dreamt of spooning with Debbie, but he had really been spooning with his little sister! He had cum against her butt while she slept! 'Oh God! Does she know?' Tommy slowly pulled away from her warmth, his hand diving down to inspect the mess he had made in his shorts. The sticky goo had definitely soaked through the thin material, but did any get on her? Tommy lifted the covers up and away from himself. There she was, still dressed in the same nightshirt that she had been wearing in the living room the night before. The hem of the shirt had gathered high on her legs, exposing the briefest of views of her tiny bottom. No panties... but no wet spot either. Tommy breathed a sigh of relief and let the covers fall back into place, hiding her little bum from his eyes. He still had a problem, though; he needed to change his boxers without waking her. Already the slightly chlorinated smell of semen began to fill the air around him. He needed to get them off and into a hamper quick if he wanted to avoid being caught. Looking over at the still dormant clock, he saw that time was of the essence. Just three minutes and the room would be filled with heart attack inducing electronic beeping. If he tried to move to the other side of the bed to reset the alarm he risked waking her. No. He had to change first... and be quick about it. Slowly he extricated himself from under the covers, the cool air instantly raising goose bumps on his flesh. One bare foot on the floor followed by the other, and still no movement from Bethany. Ever so carefully he stood up, the mattress creaking at the loss of his weight, but still no movement from his sister. The hard part now over, Tom tipped toed over to his dresser. A quick glance at the clock... two minutes left. The third drawer contained fresh boxer shorts, but unfortunately it tended to jam shut whenever it was either really hot or really cold. Today it was the latter and Tommy's struggle to pull it open silently failed with a loud squeak of wood on wood. He whipped his focus back to the bed. Still she slept despite the noise. Tommy waited a moment to make sure she stayed asleep, but one look at the alarm clock had him moving again. 'Shit!' he thought to himself. 'One minute left!' Grasping the elastic waistband around his hips with both hands he yanked the sperm stained underwear down to his ankles in one swift motion. Bending down he picked them from the floor, wiped his shrinking cock dry and flung them into the open hamper. Standing nude in the cold room, his heart pounded hard as he dug into the over-stuffed drawer in search of a fresh pair before the alarm sounded. Finding a new pair he quickly bent down and began to thread his right foot through the proper leg opening. In his haste he neglected to hear the bed creak behind him. "I see someone's hiney!" Tommy spun around on his heels to find a pair of green eyes and a mischievous grin staring at him, not to mention a poorly stifled giggle. In shock he stood there, completely naked except for a pair of boxer shorts hanging from one ankle. "Hee, hee! Now I see your pee pee!" she giggled from under the covers. Blushing furiously, Tommy's hands immediately dropped down to hide his wilted pecker from Bethany. Hunched over and embarrassed he hissed, "What are you doing in here?" "Getting a pretty good show. And you?" she snickered. "You shouldn't be here. If mom and dad find you here..." "Dad's already at work and mom's not up yet. She doesn't get up until it's time to get me up for school." "Okay... don't look... I'm trying to get dressed." Tommy waited for his sister to roll over away from him before he once again attempted to pull on his boxers. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The silence of the room was shattered by the sound of the obnoxious alarm clock. Tommy's heart nearly jumped out of his throat when it went off. He suddenly found himself stepping awkwardly on the crotch of his boxers whilst trying to pull them up at the same time. The result of his miscalculation sent him tumbling forward, arms comically pinwheeling in a desperate attempt to find his balance. "Uhhgn!" With a thud that knocked the wind from him he bounced faced down on the mattress. Bethany reached over and gently pressed the snooze button, bringing the room back to near silence. "What in the world are you doing back there?" she asked over her shoulder, catching another glimpse of his naked backside. "Nothing," he huffed into the covers, struggling to upright himself. "Don't look." "I don't see what the big deal is... just get your shorts on already." Beth bit her lower lip while peeking at him. In her brother's rush to hide himself he had forgotten that he owned a full length mirror. Even while facing away Beth still saw everything. On his third attempt Tommy finally pulled his cotton shorts up over his hips. "Okay, I'm dressed now." Bethany flopped over to face him. "It's about time!" "What's going on? Why are you in my bed?" he asked. "Well... after Mom and Dad went to... um... bed, I snuck up here to talk to you, but you were sleeping so I just decided to stay until you woke up." "Why?" "Well... you know... after what happened in the living room... you... you ran away." "I didn't run away," Tom said defensively. "Yes you did! You even stole the blanket!" Bethany pointed to the discarded evidence piled on the floor by his door. "I... I was tired." Tom looked at the floor, the memory of what he did with his sister flooding back to him like a tidal wave. "Um... about what we did last night... I... I'm sor..." "I liked it," Beth cut in before he could apologize. "It was lots of fun. Didn't you like it?" Tom blushed and turned away. "Yeah, I guess so, but..." "Then that's that. You liked it. I liked it. No problems," she stated flatly. Tom turned back to face her, his face burning with shame despite her approval. "But... you know... we're brother and sister... we can't be doing stuff like that. It's not right." "It felt alright to me," she smiled. "Yeah, well... that doesn't make it alright to do. I could go to jail for doing stuff like that. I mean... if anyone found out..." Suddenly Tom remembered that his parents had been in the same room last night. "Oh shit! Mom and Dad saw! Oh fuck! I'm dead!" "Calm down, Tommy." Beth sat up in the bed allowing the covers to fall away. "They aren't mad." Tom paced back and forth along the length of the bed. "How can you be sure? They were right there! They saw everything! They know." Tom remembered the look in his mother's eyes as she watched him cum. "Well, at least Mom does... I don't know if Dad saw anything." "Tom... Tom! Stop walking back and forth and listen." Bethany got off the bed and blocked her brother's path. "They... aren't... mad." "But..." "No Tommy. No buts." She smiled involuntarily as an image of his butt flashed in her mind. "After you left, we all played together. We did sex stuff." "What?" Tommy staggered away from her, shocked. "What do you mean, you did sex stuff?" "We did stuff, just like you and I did stuff. It was fun, you should have stayed," she grinned at him. Tommy stumbled backwards. The room seemed to be spinning. Was he hearing her right? Did his own parents spend the night molesting his little sister? 'That's fucking disgusting!' he screamed in his head, but in his boxers a familiar stirring had begun. Cursing his dirty mind, he sat with a huff on the edge of the bed, his eyes back on the floor between his feet. Suddenly two more feet stepped between his; tiny feet, ten pink little toes, each nail painted with glitter polish. "Look at me, Tommy." He slowly raised his eyes to meet her gaze on an equal level. She was still smiling sweetly. "What we did didn't hurt anyone, and it felt really good, so there's no problem." "But..." he tried to argue, but Beth placed one of her fingers against his lips to hush him. "It was fun," she continued, "and Samantha always told me that sex stuff should be fun, and should only be done with people that I love. I love you, Tommy." Tommy sat there, dumbfounded, her delicate finger still pressed to his lips. "Do you, love me?" she asked softly while removing her finger. Tommy stared into her green eyes. He felt the room spinning again, his heart pounding in his ears. He could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes. There was a desperate look to her expression as she waited in silence for his answer. "I..." he began, his mouth suddenly dry, "Of course I love you Beth. You're my sister." A tear broke free from the boundary of her eyelid and slid down her cheek. Her hand wiped it away before it reached her jaw line and she turned away from him. She sniffled a bit before speaking again, her back to him. "You see... 'sniff'... no problem." Tommy sat there, staring at her back. He couldn't help but think that he had said something wrong, even though she had told him that everything was okay. He almost asked her what was wrong, but before he got the chance she was moving for his door to leave. "I have to get back to my bed before Mom gets up." Then she was gone. Tommy listened to the sounds her bare feet made as she padded down the stairs to the second floor, until he heard her door close below him. He was even more confused than he had been last night, especially when he heard the distinct sounds of her sobbing coming up through the heating vent. "What the fuck did I do wrong now?" he asked himself as he continued to dress for school. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mary was a whirlwind in the kitchen cleaning up the cold remains of her family's breakfast. She had just returned from dropping Bethany off at school, and was now rushing to get the kitchen back in order so that she could jump on the computer to look some things up regarding the adoption agency they had used to find Bethany. Later on she planned to seriously put a dent in the remaining boxes still piled high in the foyer and dining room. This morning had been odd to say the least. She'd awoken on cloud nine, feeling as if she could conquer the entire world on a whim. She hadn't even missed the absent sleeping form of her husband like she did on most cold Monday mornings. That was another thing... the cold. She knew it was cold in the house, her steamy breath testified to that, but she sure didn't feel it. Her body seemed to be radiating a constant warm glow from somewhere deep within. Her husband had been the one to put it there, she was sure of that. They're love making the night before had been magical, an experience to top all other previous joinings. Still, after all the hours that had passed since she had been brought to euphoric tears, her body tingled with arousal. Aside from her electrified body, the mood at the breakfast table had been off. Tommy and Bethany had barely spoken a word through the entire meal. Not unusual for a brother and sister to not speak while in the middle of some disagreement, but she could have sworn that Beth had been crying when she woke her up this morning. Something must have happened at some point between putting her to bed and waking her, but when questioned Bethany denied crying, despite her puffy eyes. The kitchen finally sparkling again, Mary moved into her home office and fired up the computer. Besides keeping the house in order and the finances up to date, she had been running an online cancer survivor support group from home. Everyday she spent hours seated in front of the glowing monitor, swapping stories and sharing tears with other women who had suffered similar fates. Today however, she had other things concerning her. Mary smiled as the new high-speed connection instantly put her in cyberspace. They only had a dial up connection in the last house, now she couldn't imagine ever going back. A few mouse clicks later and she was in her favorite's folder searching for the link to the Helping Hands of Highland website. Error 404 Page Not Found "Hmmm," she hummed to herself, "that's odd." With her normal link dead she dug into her email account. She had saved every electronic communication with the agency. She started with the last one that she received, a congratulatory letter on becoming a newly adoptive parent, and a thank you for using their services. At the top of every correspondence was a link to their homepage. Error 404 Page Not Found "Maybe they moved their site," she postulated. A few clicks later and she was at Google's search engine. No matter what she inputted, she couldn't find anything on the Helping Hands of Highland. Nothing. Not even anything close to what she wanted. "What the hell is going on?" Just a year before a similar search had provided page after page of information regarding the adoption agency. She checked with every search engine that she could think of; MSN, AltaVista, Yahoo!, Ask.com, even some she had never even heard of, but her quest for information yielded no results. Fed up with looking for a page that apparently didn't exist any longer, she tried sending an email to Beverly Donahue, her representative at the agency. A few seconds after hitting send, the email was returned to her as undeliverable. "This is really fucked up." Mary clicked off the monitor and pushed her desk chair back, stretching her legs out in front of her. After a deep sigh of defeat she picked up the phone and dialed Steven's work number. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tommy walked down the sidewalk leading to his junior high school. He could have gotten a ride from his mom, but what twelve year old would suffer that kind of embarrassment if they didn't have to? Certainly not Tommy; rain or shine, he'd walk to school, usually with a group of his hockey buddies, but today none of them had shown up at their normal meet up in front of the mini-mart. So he walked alone under the cold gray skies, his head hung low and the hood of his sweat shirt pulled high. He wasn't too surprised when no one was waiting for him; he kind of expected it after yesterday's events. What he wasn't expecting was how quickly the story of his one-man fight club had spread. By the time he rounded the corner and made his way through the schools front lawn, large groups of kids had gathered to catch a glimpse of the hockey psychopath that took on an entire team and their families and come out of it without a scratch. Tommy walked by them with his head bowed. No one talked to him or even said hello. He could feel their eyes burning into him from all directions. In front of him he could only see their legs as they scrambled to clear a path, moving away as if he were contagious, or fearful that he might snap again. No one talked to him, but he could hear them talking about him; hushed whispers, near silent gasps, a nervous giggle here and there. Tommy was about to turn around and head back home when someone squirmed through the crowd and joined him as he made his way up to the school doors. "Don't let those assholes get to ya, Tommy Boy. They just don't know whether or not to believe the rumors." Standing beside him, dressed in his favorite Black Sabbath T-shirt, was his best friend, Justin Cooper. Tommy turned and smiled weakly at his old friend who had taken the opportunity to swing an arm around Tom's shoulders as they continued walking towards the school entrance. He and Justin had been friends for almost their entire lives. In fact, they had grown up together as neighbors until Tom had moved. Now they rarely saw each other except at school. "Fuck those guys!" he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "They're nothing but a bunch of fucking posers anyway. Sheep following the herd." Tommy had to laugh. Justin didn't buy in to the normal teenage bullshit. He hated rap and hip-hop, unlike the majority of the school. Didn't waste his money on the latest fashions, nor did he rush out to see those dumb ass slasher movies on Friday nights like his bitchy older sister Jenny did. Most of all, he didn't give a shit what anyone thought about him. As a result he had very few friends at school, but the one's he did have were true. If Justin had been the one that everyone had been talking about, Tommy would have gladly been the one to put an arm around his friend and shout out, "Fuck all y'all!" just as Justin did whilst kicking open the double doors of Highland Township High School. Justin always knew how to brighten Tom's day. Continued in Chapter Ten.... 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