
(c) 2007 by Nite_wlf

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the actual abuse of minors or any human being.  This story is for entertainment 
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Author's Notes:  I consider all my stories as work in progress as I develop my 
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  The runaway - by Nite_wlf
(Mf, cons, no-sex)

It all began soon after the announcement that my place of work had been merged 
with another company and there would be reorganization.   I decided it was time 
for me to leave before they would let me go.  With the money from the severance 
package, I bought a good sized piece of land at a very cheap price.   It was 
actually thru a power of sale auction where the original owner passed away while 
still in debt with the bank.    It had been sitting abandoned for almost a year and it 
looked like it needed a bit of work.  At least that's what it looked like from the 
outside since no potential buyers were allowed to inspect the property on power 
of sale sites.    I kept my own house in the city and rented it out so I would at least 
have some income.

I arrived at my new place and got ready to do some major cleanup and 
renovations.  The house itself also needed a lot of cleanup as it had been 
uninhabited for at nearly a year.   I briefly did some cleanup around the house 
before deciding to check out the barn.  By then, it had started to rain.   As I was 
exploring around the barn, I was interrupted by something or someone coming 
inside.  I initially thought it was stray dog but quickly noticed it was a female 
sneaking in.   I was on the top rafters behind some large boxes so she didn't see 
me.  As I moved to get a better view, one of the boards gave way and cracked, 
causing her to get startled.

"Hey... who are you? What are you doing here", I yelled.

My presence caught her by surprise and tried to get away.  She was so scared that 
as she tried to run away, she was unable to open the barn door properly, trapping 
her inside.  "Please... don't hurt me... " she cowered by the door.

"It's OK; I'm not going to hurt you.  I didn't expect anyone to be here." I replied.

She was still crouched down on the floor, shivering and scared.  It was then that I 
noticed she was soaking wet from the rain.  "Hi, I'm Bill.  I'm the new owner of 
this place and who are you?" I asked but got no reply.   She just stared at me in 
fear.   "It's getting a bit cold and you're soaking wet.  Why don't you come with 
me into the house and I'll get you some dry clothes." I offered as I extended my 
hand.   After trying to reassure her that I wasn't going to harm her, she reluctantly 
took my hand stood up.  I took her into the house and into the kitchen, which I 
had just cleaned and stocked up.  I told her to sit down and offered her a hot 
chocolate.  As she slowly sipped on it, I briefly left and returned with a pair of my 
t-shirt and shorts.  "Here, try these. At least they are dry", I offered.   She nodded 
and took them.  Without thinking, she stood up, turned her back towards me and 
started to strip off the wet clothes.  As she took her shirt off, I noticed she did not 
have a bra on, but all I could see was her back.  I did catch a brief glimpse of her 
tits as she turned to grab the dry t-shirt.  She then dropped her pants, giving me a 
view of her tattered panties, which she took off next.  This also gave me a brief 
glimpse of her nice smooth ass.  As she bent over to pick up the wet clothes, I 
briefly saw the distinct peach fuzz of a young girl.  She then grabbed the shorts 
and put them on, before sitting back down.

I just poured myself a hot chocolate and spiked it with a chocolate-mint Irish 
cream liqueur.   As she saw me doing that, she asked if she could have the same.  
I topped up her cup and added the liqueur.    We just sat there, practically staring 
at each other in silence.  After a while, I decided to start asking questions.  "You 
don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, but I would like to know who 
you are and what you're doing here." I asked.  The spiked hot drink had warmed 
her up and made her more relaxed, so she decided to tell me.  I found out her 
name was Kimberly, but she liked Kim.  She was 16 and had run away from her 
foster home.   Her real parents were drug addicts and had given custody of her 
after being caught and sent to jail for drug possession and trafficking when she 
was around 10.  She was then bounce around different foster homes.  The last one 
was the worse as the people there were quite abusive and all they cared for was 
the monthly foster care subsidy.   She had run away several times, but had been 
caught every time.  This time, she managed to elude them long enough to make it 
far enough out of town.   Somehow she found this place and has been living in the 
barn for the past two months.   She had also been sneaking out at night and 
breaking into the neighbor's houses to steal food, even though they were quite a 
distance away.  She then begged me not to send her back.   She would do 
anything not to go back.

I didn't know exactly what to do, but didn't want to make any sudden decisions, 
so I told her I had to think about it.  In the mean time, she could stay here.  
Unfortunately, this created a problem.  The only rooms that were clean were the 
kitchen, bathroom and one single room.  I also had a sleeping bag and a couple of 
blankets.  My furniture and most of my belongings were in storage.   I offered her 
the use of the sleeping bag while I used the blankets.  She refused and stated that 
it was ok for her to share the sleeping bag.  She was used to sharing the sleeping 
quarters with the other kids at the foster home and had been sleeping without any 
covers in the barn for the last couple of months.  A warm body beside her would 
be a welcomed site.  I reluctantly agreed.  

As I briefly left to set up the sleeping arrangements, she started to clean up the 
kitchen.  When I returned, she had already cleaned up the table and was nearly 
finished washing the cups.    She turned around when I walked in.  The t-shirt was 
a bit baggy on her and as she washed the dishes, water splashed on her front, 
getting it a bit wet.  I could notice the slight outline of her budding nipples thru 
the thin material.  She didn't notice.  She just smiled as I thanked her for washing 
the dishes.  I then asked her if she would like to take a shower and freshen up.   
She nodded her head and I led her to the bathroom.   I grabbed another dry t-shirt 
for her to wear on the way to the bathroom.  As we entered, she immediately 
stripped and was standing naked in front of me.  She saw me staring at her naked 
body and replied that she had no problem with being naked in front of people.   At 
the foster home, there was no privacy and everyone saw each other in different 
stages of nudity.    That made me wonder what would be going on at that house.  
She saw my confused looked and added that the foster parents were quite strict 
about what was going on at the house.  Any stepping out of line would result on 
spanking, extra chores or being locked up in a small room.  They didn't care 
much about the well being of the kids.  All they cared was the money.   I accepted 
her explanation and let her take her shower.

When she got out of the bathroom, she was only wearing the dry t-shirt which 
barely covered her hips.  She explained that she was more comfortable with just 
the t-shirt.  She was somewhat tired and wanted to get some sleep.  I let her get 
under the covers while I went downstairs to do some more cleaning and 
contemplate what to do next.  I tried to work as quiet as I could as to not make too 
much noise wake Kim up.  Not being able to do much quietly, I decided to take a 
quick shower before going to bed myself.   Kim was curled up and sound asleep 
under the covers.  I gently peeled the covers and got under them.    I laid there on 
my back, staring at the ceiling and trying to fall asleep.  Kim suddenly turned and 
faced me.  Her arm draped onto my chest as she tried to get comfortable.  I simply 
left her arm there for a little bit, but my shoulder and arm was pressing against her 
chest.  I could feel the softness of her tits and the gently heaving of her chest as 
she slept.  After a little while, she once again shifted and moved her arm.   It 
drifted down and brushed against my crotch before she pulled it away.  I fell 
asleep soon after that.

I woke up later on as I felt a tickling on my face and something warm in front of 
me.  I was resting on my side and Kim had her back towards me.  Her hair was 
right in on my face and she had snuggled her back against me.  Her t-shirt had 
once again ridden up a bit and was pressing her nice firm ass against my crotch.  I 
already had a raging hard-on from her ass pressing against it.  I don't think she 
was even aware of what she was doing.  I just let her sleep and enjoyed the 
situation.   In order for me to get more comfortable, I moved my arm and wrapped 
it around her body, with my hand ending up resting just below her tits.  We slept 
the rest of the night in that position.



<To be continued>
