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| *** DISCLAIMER *** |
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| This is a story of pure fiction. Any resemblance to persons |
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| IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DO NOT READ FURTHER. |
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Hours. Maybe only minutes. I couldn't tell. I lay on the bed in
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Peter's room and listened. I tried to focus all of my attention down
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the hall, past the door, and into the large bedroom. The one with
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Steven and Peter. And Zoe. But the harder I tried, the more I became
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aware of all the other house sounds. The furnace, cycling on and off.
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The air rushing through the heating ducts. The clock's chime from
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somewhere. I had yet to actually see this clock. An occasional hiss
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as a car passed by outside. The floor as it creaked under my bed each
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time I changed positions. And I changed positions often. I didn't
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enjoy sleeping in my underpants. They were too tight for comfort in
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bed. As I thought about it, I laughed out loud. Everyone else in
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this family here was naked right now and I was worried about my
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underpants.
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I decided to make a foray into the hallway and try to see if she
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was all right. I swung off the bed. It creaked loudly and I realized
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it was nearly impossible to sneak around anywhere in this house. I
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peeked out past the edge of the door jamb. Empty and silent. I
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stepped out into the middle of the hallway. Everything was shades of
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blue-gray. I thought about what I would say if I was caught. 'I was
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heading for the bathroom. I forgot which way it was.' Now only a
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moron would seem credible giving a line like that, but I hoped that in
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the stupor of half-sleep, I'd be believed. As it happened, my feeble
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excuse wasn't needed.
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It seemed like a nearly endless trek to the face of the door, but
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finally, I stood before it. I held my breath and listened. Silence.
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Very carefully, I pushed at the door with my index finger. The latch
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was caught. It didn't move. I brought my body as close to the door
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as possible and turned my head sideways, placing my ear against one of
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the thin wood panels. This was the thinnest part and if I was going to
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be able to hear anything, this was the spot. If Steven or Peter... or
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Zoe opened the door at this moment, there was no reasonable excuse I
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could offer for being there. I tried to think of something I might
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say but I couldn't. My brain was swimming in a sea of confusion. I
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wanted to hear noises in there. Moans, groans, the slapping sounds
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bodies make when they work against each other. But then I didn't want
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to hear a sound at all. Silence meant Zoe was being left alone. And
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that's what I heard and I relaxed.
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The clock chimed a single bong. One in the morning. She was
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asleep. Should I take her away now? No. Steven and Peter would
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surely waken and my plan would be at an end. Discovered. No, I would
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have to wait for the perfect moment. So I tiptoed back to the bedroom
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and stretched myself out. I tried to work out my plan for getting Zoe
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away from her captors. I ran each scenario in my mind. There were
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flaws in every one. I would never be an accomplished criminal. Too
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timid or too smart or too stupid. I couldn't tell which. The furnace
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started up again and the sound of air rushing from the opening in the
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wall was all I could hear. My body felt unusually cool. I allowed my
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hand to rub across my chest. I hadn't even noticed until that moment
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that I was sweating profusely. The breeze flowing over me was
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evaporating the film of perspiration and lulling me to sleep. As the
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kaleidoscope of dream colors started to come alive behind my closed
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eyelids, I slipped off my underpants and stretched out.
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Through slits too tiny to allow focus, I began to be conscious of
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a blue light. I forced my eyes open just enough to be able to focus
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on the window. What was that bright light? Then I heard the chime of
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the clock. I counted. Six bongs. It was morning but I felt like
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only a thousandth of a second had passed. Then I was aware that I was
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lying on my stomach. The air was warm, too warm. But it was that
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warmth that allowed me to sleep unencumbered through the night. The
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furnace came on again and warm air breezed across the bed. I inhaled
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deeply and let the breath out slowly. I lay still. The morning was
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quiet. I started to inhale again, but then heard a faint echo of
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myself somewhere off in the distance. A tiny inhale and exhale, just
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as if I was in some underground cavern-of-the-echoes. I held my
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breath. I listened. There it went again. Then a little moan. I
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knew that sound. My eyes darted around the room. Nothing. I
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listened again. A sigh. Where? I propped myself up on my elbows and
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turned toward the door. But what I saw... What I saw was Zoe and she
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was lying on my bed, right next to me.
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Zoe was asleep, on her back, completely naked. Instinctively, I
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pulled away but then stopped, for the bed wasn't that wide. I
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blinked. I looked at my door and saw it was closed. I looked around
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the room. No, it was just us. Why was she here? Was it her idea or
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was she sent here by Steven or Peter? I fought to blink the night
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away from my eyes so I could see her more clearly. She slept so
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peacefully. There were only the slightest visible traces of the
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previous night's onslaught. Her head was turned toward me. I lay
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down flat on the bed so I could look at her face. I slid down so our
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eyes were level. Her lips were full, almost puffy, and parted
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slightly so the two large front teeth that seem always to be prominent
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in children were just visible. Almost imperceptible smears of the
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lipstick she wore last night were all that remained around her mouth.
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Her head moved slightly with each breath. Was she dreaming? Did she
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dream of me at all?
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Once again, I propped myself up on my elbows. I examined her
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little body with my eyes. Her breasts were slightly swollen and there
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were still traces of lipstick around them. I felt angry. My gaze
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traveled down her tummy to that tiny mound between her legs. I had to
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sit up to see more. Zoe's legs were together but I could see lipstick
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marks around her tiny slit and on either side. There were streaks of
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lipstick on her inner thighs.
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Just then, she moved. I dropped down on the sheets as quickly as I
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could. My face was level with hers once again. I became conscious of
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that fact that I was stark naked. I listened for any activity
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elsewhere in the house. Nothing. Zoe inhaled and let out an audible
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sigh. Still on her back, she bent her knee and pulled her leg up so
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that it leaned against my hip. Her hand found its way between her
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legs. I craned my neck so I could see. Zoe was still asleep as her
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index finger pressed into her little slit. She rubbed herself. She
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rubbed the tip of that finger back and forth over her clit. She
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pushed the finger into her cunt. I could see the finger each time she
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withdrew it and it was wet. She moaned lightly. What delightful
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dream engaged her this way? I was becoming aroused. I could feel my
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cock swelling and pushing me up off the sheets.
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Then, as abruptly as this episode started, it was over. Zoe sighed
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and withdrew her hand. It flopped down on the bed by her face,
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between us. I allowed my head to return to the sheets. Now Zoe's
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hand was only inches away. Did I dare? Yes. I inched my face closer
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and closer until I was nearly touching her hand. Her fingers were
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curled and I lifted my head slightly, bringing my nose level with
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those delectable fingers. And I inhaled Zoe's fragrance. The scent
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that came from inside her, from between her legs. And it turned me on
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beyond belief. I wanted to lick those fingers and taste her but I
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felt certain I would wake her up if I did. I had to be content just
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smelling that enticing aroma.
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But I wasn't. I sat up slightly and leaned over her face. I
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smelled her lips. I slid down and moved my face just above her warm
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body and inhaled every inch of her. Her shoulders, her neck, her
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breasts. And on her breasts I could smell the saliva of the previous
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night's passion. Peter, Steven, who could tell. Now I moved further
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down, over her tummy and down to the inviting mound between her legs,
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now spread open by her bent leg. Her scent, propelled by the warmth
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of her young body, overwhelmed me. I had the incredibly powerful urge
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to press my face into her. But I held back. Why? Was I falling in
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love with Zoe? Had I fallen in love with her already? Was there some
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way I could become a child again? I moved my face over the rest of
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her. Down those beautifully slender legs, the ones that drove me
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crazy each time I saw them.
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My nose had just passed over her knee when a noise in the hallway
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broke the safe silence of the morning. I resumed my original place on
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the bed, facing the window. Only Zoe's leg, still resting against me,
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would suggest either of us might be aware of the other.
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More sounds, louder, then Peter burst through the door. "So there
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she is. We were wondering where she went."
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No attempt to be quiet or considerate. Peter raced around his room
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and dressed for school. He gathered up his soccer uniform and
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equipment and stuffed it into his gym bag. He dropped a book on the
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floor and Zoe moved but she didn't wake up. They must have put her
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through a lot for her to be that tired.
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"Hey, Zoe!" shouted Peter. "Zoe!" But she didn't budge.
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Peter continued to clump around then, at last, he was ready. He
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paused at the door and looked at us on the bed. He shook his head
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then left. A moment, then he was back.
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"She's gonna miss the bus." Then he was gone.
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Now Steven, still naked, walked past the door. He stopped. He
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looked in and smiled. "Peter said she was in here. She's going to
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miss the bus." Then he headed for the bathroom. I sat up and tried
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to cover my now limp cock with whatever sheets I could pull my way
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without disturbing Zoe.
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"If she misses the bus..." said Steven as he walked in, wiping his
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face with a towel. "If she..." But then the unmistakable engine
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sound and squeaking breaks of the school bus filled the air. I didn't
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need to look, for the sounds, coupled with the bright yellow
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reflection on the ceiling told the story. The bus motored away. Zoe
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had missed it.
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"Well," said Steven. I have an important meeting in half an hour.
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I can't... Say, Alan. Would you mind driving Zoe to school? She has
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an hour before she's late. I'd be..."
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"I wouldn't mind a bit," I interrupted.
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I stood at the window and watched Steven's car back out of the
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driveway and disappear down West Hemlock Court. I looked at my car,
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still there. I looked back at Zoe. She was still asleep. This was
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my chance. My chance to get her away from here had just been dropped
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into my lap. I looked down. I was still naked. I returned to the
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bed and sat down. Zoe had turned on her side. I carefully placed my
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hand on her shoulder and shook it. She roused from her sleep slowly,
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dreamily. She rubbed her eyes. She opened them and looked into mine.
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She smiled. She sat up, turned toward me, and threw her leg over my
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hip. She pushed me down onto the bed and straddled me. The warmth
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and the sensual way she moved caused my cock to become erect almost
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immediately. She slid along my body until her face was level with
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mine.
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"Zoe," I said, "I want to talk to you about something."
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"What?"
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"I want you to come with me."
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"I have to go to school."
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"No, I mean I want you to come with me, stay with me. Away from
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here. Understand?"
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"Why. I like it here."
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"Like it?"
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"I'm going to be late." And she looked around the room. She
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listened. "I missed the bus, didn't I?"
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"The bus. Yes, you did. You missed it. Stev... Uncle Steven
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asked me to drive you to school, so..."
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"Great! I'll get dressed."
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"No. I mean, yes, but... I don't think you understand." How was I
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going to put this properly? "I want you to come live with me.
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Permanently. You see?"
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And Zoe, still straddling me, propped herself up on her hands. "I
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love you, Uncle Alan." I smiled. "But I have to go to school.
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There's practice for the play today. And Peter has a soccer game. I
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promised I'd watch. And you can't break a promise, right?"
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I wanted to tell her that there are some promises that can be
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broken, have to be broken. But I didn't. Instead, I watched Zoe
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climb off of me and walk out. I sat there, dejected. A failure. I
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was certain she'd jump at the chance to get away from here. What was
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I missing?
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A few moments went by, then Zoe called to me. "Uncle Alan!"
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So I got up, put on my underpants, and walked to her room. Zoe sat
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on her bed. She was still naked and now held a pink pair of panties
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in one hand and white ones in the other.
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"Pink or white?" she said, quite serious.
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"I've always been partial to white," I said, not really knowing
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what to say to her now.
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"White," she replied and tossed the pink ones aside. And now, to
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complete my torture, Zoe proceeded to dress in front of me. I
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couldn't stand it. I rose to leave.
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"Wait. Don't you want to watch?"
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"Huh?" I managed.
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"Watch. Don't you want to watch me?"
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"I..."
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"Everyone else does. Don't you?"
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Everyone? What did she mean? Just when I thought I was beginning
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understand everyone here, something else happened. I didn't like being
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in a constant state of confusion.
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"What do you mean?" Boy, was I clever.
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