The darkness seemed to swallow the landscape, making it seem as if we were the only people on the planet, the only people who existed. Oh, there were tiny little hints that we weren’t alone… off to the left were scattered, solitary lights glowing on the horizon, dancing little specks in the distance that almost seemed to float about like will-o-wisps in the night, while on the left was nothing but stars and darkened shadowy landscape. Behind us the glow of the city was fading further below the angry slash of the horizon with each passing mile, while directly ahead the faintest glimmer advertised our destination.
I took my eyes off the tiny bit of asphalt illuminated by the headlights to glance at the dashboard, and nudged the heater up a few more degrees. A faint murmur drew my attention to the passenger seat, where Annie dozed. Tiny, petite, blonde and alluring, the eight-year-old girl had tucked her denim-clad legs under her body as she leaned against the door, her gorgeous features obscured by the thick tangle of long hair that she could never seem to make do what she wanted. A corner of my mouth turned up, and I took a second to rest my hand on her knee…
The strange, half-formed men wandered around the house searching for her but she was smart and pulled the wool over their eyes and they just couldn’t SEE but she had to be careful because SISTER was there too that WASN’T right THAT BITCH!!! but there was that light again just outside that she could see through the walls what WAS it “Where is the little bitch” “I don’t know” “If you spot them shoot to kill we can’t let them get away.” Tactical, tactical, where was tactical six “Daughter you are being bad and MUST BE PUNISHED…”
I snatched my hand away almost as if burned, and wrenched my attention back to the road in front of us. Even that brief connection, mere seconds, had caused the car to drift slightly to the right, and I tugged the wheel back to the left the instant the tires hit the gravelly edge of the road. The faint metallic pinging of stone against metal was barely audible over the dull growl of the engine, but it was enough to wake my little lover from her exhausted slumber. Annie sat up, smacking her lips as she tried – and failed – to brush some of the hair from her face as she turned to look at me. Her blue eyes seemed to twinkle with pleasure as she smiled a small Mona-Lisa smile, and then she turned to peer out of the windshield. Where are we? her voice sang in my mind, the words lilting and musical and oh-so alluring…
‘Bout half-way, I replied. I wondered one last time what my voice sounded like in her mind, and then mentally shrugged and dismissed the thought as pointless. I was her, and she was me, and trying to separate us both was impossible. We should hit the Strip in a couple of hours, I added.
Ah. Cool. Annie stretched in her seat, raising her arms over her head and clasping her elbows as she tried to work the kinks out of her back. Her Disney Princess tee-shirt (The Little Mermaid, I recognized idly) stretched across her flat chest and slim belly, reinforcing the fact that puberty had yet to even notice her. Stop staring at my tits and watch the road, she admonished with a wicked grin.
I can do both at the same time, I replied with a matching grin. And you don’t have tits.
Yet. Give me a few more years. The little girl wriggled her tiny, slim ass across the bench to snuggled up against me, her denim sliding easily across the vinyl seat as she brought her hip into contact with mine. Even through our clothes I could feel her heat, feel the connection between us, and felt the warm glow of happy belonging surge through my body. Although in a few months I’ll probably get something, she clarified as she dropped an idle hand into my lap.
That’s right. Boy or girl?
Dunno. I felt her/our consciousness slide down into her body, down to her pre-teen womb, where our child floated, a half-realized presence that didn’t even seem to truly exist. I think it’s too early. But don’t worry, she’ll come around soon enough.
He will, I agreed. I draped my free arm over her shoulders and let my hand rest on her hip, while she snuggled into my side a bit closer. I was still a bit amazed that she was with me – so small, so cute, so sexually insatiable…
So powerful. So perfect.
We were.
Wait, it’s your birthday next week, right? she asked. How old did you say you are going to be again?
Twelve, I replied.
Oooh, twelve! she cooed, her mental words almost mocking. I’m being molested by an older man!
Said the pre-teen cock-tease. Tell me again, how many guys did you fuck before we hooked up?
How many girls did YOU force yourself onto before we hooked up? she shot back.
There was no heat in our exchange, just an easy comfort. We had only met each other two weeks ago, only slept with each other one week ago, and only escaped our pursuers mere hours ago – but our connection brought us so close that it felt as if we had known each other for an eternity. Already I was beginning to have trouble remembering where I ended and she began. With each passing moment we were becoming one.
And I had absolutely no problem with that whatsoever.
Our exchange had taken less than half a heartbeat, so there was no problem with the driving. The sedan we had stolen was old – like, from the late 1970s old, a champagne-colored battleship-sized monstrosity that was made of steel and rubber and iron, a titan of the roads that could shrug off anything thrown at it. Still, it never hurt to be careful… after all, there were people out there who wanted to turn us into smoldering corpses, so it was probably a good idea to keep watch. I spent a millisecond sending my senses out, my abilities juiced by the power of my one snuggling up against me, and besides a few coyotes, startled jackrabbits, and a truly gargantuan colony of groundhogs, the desert around us was devoid of life. “We’re still clear,” I told her, electing to use my verbal words instead of my thoughts so that I could at least pretend to be normal.
Normal is overrated, Annie replied. “Good,” she said aloud, her low, whispery little-girl voice floating into my ears and forcing an automatic response from my stirring cock.
Through the darkness we drove. Only six hundred miles to Las Vegas. Only six hundred miles to a new life…
