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I never really saw it coming. I certainly never expected it to happen, even though in the darkest parts of me, i hoped it would.
She was a young girl that had been in a broken home. And even though young, she was still 2 years my senior. Her name was Kathy, and i thought she was the
hottest thing I had ever seen. Blond hair, long legs that went all the way to heaven, and tits that would make the crankiest baby go quiet in its quest for sustenance. She had
started coming to my church, where my family had been members for years. She never talked much, but you could tell she had a lot to say. She seemed to be afraid to say
more than she was willing to take back. I used to sit in the pew behind her and occasionally lean forward to whisper what I thought were amusing comments into her ear.
Sometimes I would see the corner of her mouth curl up in a smile, while other times she would ignore me or look away. I'm pretty sure she always heard me, which meant I
was, at the very least, on her mind.
Two years passed, and other than the mild flirting between us, nothing seemed to be developing between us beyond a casual friendship. My parents had split up,
and since my younger brother had gone to live with my father, there was a lot of empty room in the house. One day my mother came to tell me that Kathy had been thrown
out of her house by her abusive father, and she was coming to stay with us for a while. I played it cool, but inside I was overjoyed to have the object of my secret lust under
the same roof. Kathy moved in the next day, and we settled into a 'brother, sister' kind of relationship.
I spent the next four months trying to see her naked. I became obsessed with the idea of fondling her breasts, and cupping her ass in my hands. I would peer
through her window from outside when I knew she was getting out of the shower, and try to catch a glimpse of her as she dressed. A couple of times, I was sure she spotted
me as I stood outside her window, but she never mentioned it, and I assumed that it had just been my over-worked and paranoid imagination.
One night, I couldn't take it any more. After she had gone to bed, and the house had gone quiet, I got up and crept to her doorway. I put my ear to the door, and
listened for the sound of her breathing to develop into a slow, steady pace. I quietly opened her door and slid into her room. I could see the outline of her body under the
sheet by the moonlight streaming into the window, the very same window I had watched her through so many nights previously. I knelt by her bed like a penitent at prayer,
and listened to her shallow breathing, watching the sheet rise and fall over the breasts that i had dreamed of for so many months. My hand slipped up to caress her nipple,
and she moaned and turned onto her side. I quickly pulled my hand back, and squelched the impulse to run for the door. I sat on the floor for what seemed like hours, but
was in fact only a few minutes. The scent of her freshly showered body was intoxicating. I decided to go for broke. Her breathing told me she had fallen fast asleep, so I lifted
the sheet and laid down beside her on the bed. We were both naked, and the feeling of her skin touching mine made me bolder than I had ever thought possible. My cock
had already stared to harden, and was attempting to push itself between her thighs. I was pondering my next move, when I heard a voice quietly say, "It works better from
the front". I froze, unsure of what to do. My mind went blank, as I quickly stood up from the bed, and walked dejectedly back to my room. Oh shit, what have I done?
The next morning, I woke up with the thought of last nights debacle still weighing heavy on my mind. Would she say something to my mother? That could get ugly.
Would she scream and yell at me, and accuse me of all sorts of heinous things? That could get even uglier. I moved down the hall towards the kitchen, feeling like a dead
man walking. I was totally screwed.
As I entered the kitchen, Kathy was standing at the stove making eggs, wearing a robe that covered every inch of the body I had been so close to the previous
night.
"Good morning", I mumbled, mentally preparing myself for the worst.
"Good morning", she replied. "Your mom already left for work, so I thought I'd make some breakfast. You want some?"
I stared at her, willing my legs not to collapse out from under me. "Thanks, that would be great", I said, meekly.
"Ok, go sit down and I'll bring it out to you", she said.
I walked to the dining room, wondering how much longer she was going to torture me before the yelling started. I sat down at the table, and my mind
raced with the possible outcomes of my midnight foray. I'm so dead, I'm so dead, I'm so dead, was all I could think. Kathy brought out two plates, with steaming piles of
scrambled eggs heaped on them. She passed me one, and sat down across from me.
"So, what's on tap for you today?" she asked.
"Not much", I replied, wishing she would just get it over with.
"Yeah, I've got some errands to run, but then I'm just gonna hang out with some friends", she said.
I waited mutely for a full minute, trying to figure out when it was gonna hit the fan. She chatted for a few more minutes while we ate, then
she stood up from the table.
"I'll see you later. Have a good day."
"Yeah, you too", I replied.
She left the room, while I sat, slack-jawed, staring after her. Little did I know, this was far from over.
to be continued....
This post has been edited by theoart: 31 October 2010 - 11:49 AM
