+---------------------------------------------------------------+ | *** DISCLAIMER *** | | | | This is a story of pure fiction. Any resemblance to persons | | living or dead, incidents real or imagined, places real or | | imagined, is purely coincidental. | | | | IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DO NOT READ FURTHER. | | | | No part of this story may be reproduced on any media of any | | kind without the written permission of the author. | | | +---------------------------------------------------------------+ - 8 - Hours. Maybe only minutes. I couldn't tell. I lay on the bed in Peter's room and listened. I tried to focus all of my attention down the hall, past the door, and into the large bedroom. The one with Steven and Peter. And Zoe. But the harder I tried, the more I became aware of all the other house sounds. The furnace, cycling on and off. The air rushing through the heating ducts. The clock's chime from somewhere. I had yet to actually see this clock. An occasional hiss as a car passed by outside. The floor as it creaked under my bed each time I changed positions. And I changed positions often. I didn't enjoy sleeping in my underpants. They were too tight for comfort in bed. As I thought about it, I laughed out loud. Everyone else in this family here was naked right now and I was worried about my underpants. I decided to make a foray into the hallway and try to see if she was all right. I swung off the bed. It creaked loudly and I realized it was nearly impossible to sneak around anywhere in this house. I peeked out past the edge of the door jamb. Empty and silent. I stepped out into the middle of the hallway. Everything was shades of blue-gray. I thought about what I would say if I was caught. 'I was heading for the bathroom. I forgot which way it was.' Now only a moron would seem credible giving a line like that, but I hoped that in the stupor of half-sleep, I'd be believed. As it happened, my feeble excuse wasn't needed. It seemed like a nearly endless trek to the face of the door, but finally, I stood before it. I held my breath and listened. Silence. Very carefully, I pushed at the door with my index finger. The latch was caught. It didn't move. I brought my body as close to the door as possible and turned my head sideways, placing my ear against one of the thin wood panels. This was the thinnest part and if I was going to be able to hear anything, this was the spot. If Steven or Peter... or Zoe opened the door at this moment, there was no reasonable excuse I could offer for being there. I tried to think of something I might say but I couldn't. My brain was swimming in a sea of confusion. I wanted to hear noises in there. Moans, groans, the slapping sounds bodies make when they work against each other. But then I didn't want to hear a sound at all. Silence meant Zoe was being left alone. And that's what I heard and I relaxed. The clock chimed a single bong. One in the morning. She was asleep. Should I take her away now? No. Steven and Peter would surely waken and my plan would be at an end. Discovered. No, I would have to wait for the perfect moment. So I tiptoed back to the bedroom and stretched myself out. I tried to work out my plan for getting Zoe away from her captors. I ran each scenario in my mind. There were flaws in every one. I would never be an accomplished criminal. Too timid or too smart or too stupid. I couldn't tell which. The furnace started up again and the sound of air rushing from the opening in the wall was all I could hear. My body felt unusually cool. I allowed my hand to rub across my chest. I hadn't even noticed until that moment that I was sweating profusely. The breeze flowing over me was evaporating the film of perspiration and lulling me to sleep. As the kaleidoscope of dream colors started to come alive behind my closed eyelids, I slipped off my underpants and stretched out. -+- Through slits too tiny to allow focus, I began to be conscious of a blue light. I forced my eyes open just enough to be able to focus on the window. What was that bright light? Then I heard the chime of the clock. I counted. Six bongs. It was morning but I felt like only a thousandth of a second had passed. Then I was aware that I was lying on my stomach. The air was warm, too warm. But it was that warmth that allowed me to sleep unencumbered through the night. The furnace came on again and warm air breezed across the bed. I inhaled deeply and let the breath out slowly. I lay still. The morning was quiet. I started to inhale again, but then heard a faint echo of myself somewhere off in the distance. A tiny inhale and exhale, just as if I was in some underground cavern-of-the-echoes. I held my breath. I listened. There it went again. Then a little moan. I knew that sound. My eyes darted around the room. Nothing. I listened again. A sigh. Where? I propped myself up on my elbows and turned toward the door. But what I saw... What I saw was Zoe and she was lying on my bed, right next to me. Zoe was asleep, on her back, completely naked. Instinctively, I pulled away but then stopped, for the bed wasn't that wide. I blinked. I looked at my door and saw it was closed. I looked around the room. No, it was just us. Why was she here? Was it her idea or was she sent here by Steven or Peter? I fought to blink the night away from my eyes so I could see her more clearly. She slept so peacefully. There were only the slightest visible traces of the previous night's onslaught. Her head was turned toward me. I lay down flat on the bed so I could look at her face. I slid down so our eyes were level. Her lips were full, almost puffy, and parted slightly so the two large front teeth that seem always to be prominent in children were just visible. Almost imperceptible smears of the lipstick she wore last night were all that remained around her mouth. Her head moved slightly with each breath. Was she dreaming? Did she dream of me at all? Once again, I propped myself up on my elbows. I examined her little body with my eyes. Her breasts were slightly swollen and there were still traces of lipstick around them. I felt angry. My gaze traveled down her tummy to that tiny mound between her legs. I had to sit up to see more. Zoe's legs were together but I could see lipstick marks around her tiny slit and on either side. There were streaks of lipstick on her inner thighs. Just then, she moved. I dropped down on the sheets as quickly as I could. My face was level with hers once again. I became conscious of that fact that I was stark naked. I listened for any activity elsewhere in the house. Nothing. Zoe inhaled and let out an audible sigh. Still on her back, she bent her knee and pulled her leg up so that it leaned against my hip. Her hand found its way between her legs. I craned my neck so I could see. Zoe was still asleep as her index finger pressed into her little slit. She rubbed herself. She rubbed the tip of that finger back and forth over her clit. She pushed the finger into her cunt. I could see the finger each time she withdrew it and it was wet. She moaned lightly. What delightful dream engaged her this way? I was becoming aroused. I could feel my cock swelling and pushing me up off the sheets. Then, as abruptly as this episode started, it was over. Zoe sighed and withdrew her hand. It flopped down on the bed by her face, between us. I allowed my head to return to the sheets. Now Zoe's hand was only inches away. Did I dare? Yes. I inched my face closer and closer until I was nearly touching her hand. Her fingers were curled and I lifted my head slightly, bringing my nose level with those delectable fingers. And I inhaled Zoe's fragrance. The scent that came from inside her, from between her legs. And it turned me on beyond belief. I wanted to lick those fingers and taste her but I felt certain I would wake her up if I did. I had to be content just smelling that enticing aroma. But I wasn't. I sat up slightly and leaned over her face. I smelled her lips. I slid down and moved my face just above her warm body and inhaled every inch of her. Her shoulders, her neck, her breasts. And on her breasts I could smell the saliva of the previous night's passion. Peter, Steven, who could tell. Now I moved further down, over her tummy and down to the inviting mound between her legs, now spread open by her bent leg. Her scent, propelled by the warmth of her young body, overwhelmed me. I had the incredibly powerful urge to press my face into her. But I held back. Why? Was I falling in love with Zoe? Had I fallen in love with her already? Was there some way I could become a child again? I moved my face over the rest of her. Down those beautifully slender legs, the ones that drove me crazy each time I saw them. My nose had just passed over her knee when a noise in the hallway broke the safe silence of the morning. I resumed my original place on the bed, facing the window. Only Zoe's leg, still resting against me, would suggest either of us might be aware of the other. More sounds, louder, then Peter burst through the door. "So there she is. We were wondering where she went." No attempt to be quiet or considerate. Peter raced around his room and dressed for school. He gathered up his soccer uniform and equipment and stuffed it into his gym bag. He dropped a book on the floor and Zoe moved but she didn't wake up. They must have put her through a lot for her to be that tired. "Hey, Zoe!" shouted Peter. "Zoe!" But she didn't budge. Peter continued to clump around then, at last, he was ready. He paused at the door and looked at us on the bed. He shook his head then left. A moment, then he was back. "She's gonna miss the bus." Then he was gone. Now Steven, still naked, walked past the door. He stopped. He looked in and smiled. "Peter said she was in here. She's going to miss the bus." Then he headed for the bathroom. I sat up and tried to cover my now limp cock with whatever sheets I could pull my way without disturbing Zoe. "If she misses the bus..." said Steven as he walked in, wiping his face with a towel. "If she..." But then the unmistakable engine sound and squeaking breaks of the school bus filled the air. I didn't need to look, for the sounds, coupled with the bright yellow reflection on the ceiling told the story. The bus motored away. Zoe had missed it. "Well," said Steven. I have an important meeting in half an hour. I can't... Say, Alan. Would you mind driving Zoe to school? She has an hour before she's late. I'd be..." "I wouldn't mind a bit," I interrupted. -+- I stood at the window and watched Steven's car back out of the driveway and disappear down West Hemlock Court. I looked at my car, still there. I looked back at Zoe. She was still asleep. This was my chance. My chance to get her away from here had just been dropped into my lap. I looked down. I was still naked. I returned to the bed and sat down. Zoe had turned on her side. I carefully placed my hand on her shoulder and shook it. She roused from her sleep slowly, dreamily. She rubbed her eyes. She opened them and looked into mine. She smiled. She sat up, turned toward me, and threw her leg over my hip. She pushed me down onto the bed and straddled me. The warmth and the sensual way she moved caused my cock to become erect almost immediately. She slid along my body until her face was level with mine. "Zoe," I said, "I want to talk to you about something." "What?" "I want you to come with me." "I have to go to school." "No, I mean I want you to come with me, stay with me. Away from here. Understand?" "Why. I like it here." "Like it?" "I'm going to be late." And she looked around the room. She listened. "I missed the bus, didn't I?" "The bus. Yes, you did. You missed it. Stev... Uncle Steven asked me to drive you to school, so..." "Great! I'll get dressed." "No. I mean, yes, but... I don't think you understand." How was I going to put this properly? "I want you to come live with me. Permanently. You see?" And Zoe, still straddling me, propped herself up on her hands. "I love you, Uncle Alan." I smiled. "But I have to go to school. There's practice for the play today. And Peter has a soccer game. I promised I'd watch. And you can't break a promise, right?" I wanted to tell her that there are some promises that can be broken, have to be broken. But I didn't. Instead, I watched Zoe climb off of me and walk out. I sat there, dejected. A failure. I was certain she'd jump at the chance to get away from here. What was I missing? A few moments went by, then Zoe called to me. "Uncle Alan!" So I got up, put on my underpants, and walked to her room. Zoe sat on her bed. She was still naked and now held a pink pair of panties in one hand and white ones in the other. "Pink or white?" she said, quite serious. "I've always been partial to white," I said, not really knowing what to say to her now. "White," she replied and tossed the pink ones aside. And now, to complete my torture, Zoe proceeded to dress in front of me. I couldn't stand it. I rose to leave. "Wait. Don't you want to watch?" "Huh?" I managed. "Watch. Don't you want to watch me?" "I..." "Everyone else does. Don't you?" Everyone? What did she mean? Just when I thought I was beginning understand everyone here, something else happened. I didn't like being in a constant state of confusion. "What do you mean?" Boy, was I clever. * * * ------------------------- (End of Chapter 8) ------------------------- ------------ (Comments, pro or con, are always welcome) --------------