Storiesonline.net ------- Robbie Macrae by Scotland-the-Brave Copyright© 2006 by Scotland-the-Brave ------- Description: A young boy on holiday with his parents is involved in a car crash that leaves his mother, father and the driver of the other car dead. The young boy's spirit leaves his unconscious body to look after the wife and young daughter of the other man with startling results for his emotional and sexual development. Slow to start but plenty of sex later. Codes: mf Mf mF ff Ff fant slow ESP rom mc mother fath dau ------- ------- Chapter 1: The start Robbie MacRae had no sense of wakening. One second there was nothing and the next he found himself hovering over his own comatose body as it lay below him in a hospital bed. He gazed down with a puzzled expression on his face. How had he gotten here? Where was he? How was it that he was somehow outside of his body? He took in the fact that his body was hooked up to a range of equipment and the steady tone of some kind of monitor sounded every second or so. Tubes snaked from something lodged into his mouth and from a piece of tape stuck to the back of his hand. He looked at his 'other' hands, the ones that floated in front of him and could see that they were faint, translucent. His floating form was apparently thin and clearly had little physical substance. It seemed to be covered in some form of surgical gown but it too was very translucent. Memories of the car crash then came flooding in. He remembered how he had been sitting in the rear seat, behind his mother and father, as they motored towards Glasgow, Montana. The family were on a typical fly/drive holiday package, taking in the sights of the Yellowstone National Park and places like the battlefield of the Little Bighorn. But as they were from Glasgow, Scotland they had decided that they must visit this town with the same name as their home city. The roads had been icy with snow ploughed and piled high on either side but the covering added a kind of Christmas card effect to the famous Montana badlands and they were all enjoying the scenery. The car that had hit them had skidded as it came round a bend in the road and there had been no way his father could avoid the collision. Robbie remembered the other car had impacted the front left of their vehicle, causing it to veer off the road. The last thing his memory could drudge up was the sight of a fast approaching wall of solid snow then everything had gone black. Robbie guessed that the emergency services must have got him out of the wreck and brought him to this place. He looked down at his body again. He saw himself in a detached way, a sixteen year old boy, brown haired, about 6 foot tall. An athletic build rather than what might be called 'buff' these days. His eyes if they had been open would have been seen to be an intense blue. There was some discoloration around his eyes indicating he had suffered a blow to the face of some kind. The slow rise and fall of his body's chest indicated that at least he was still alive, albeit apparently unconscious. Although he still could not understand how he seemed to be outside of his body he decided to take advantage of the fact that he seemed to be able to move around. He decided to explore his immediate surroundings. He moved towards the door of the room and reached his hand out to open it. He felt his hand sink through the surface but the door did not move in anyway. Robbie wondered if he could simply 'pass through' the door without opening it. He tried moving forward and he sensed the grain of the wood as he passed through it. A weird feeling indeed, almost as if his body and the wood had become one for a moment until with a gasp of relief he was through and on the other side. "Great" he thought. "I appear to have become Caspar the friendly ghost!" He found himself in a corridor of some kind. He turned and read the sign on the door that told him the room he had just left was an Intensive Care Unit or ICU as the sign said. That didn't sound like good news. He must be hurt pretty bad. Coming from Glasgow, a tough industrial city on the west coast of Scotland, he could never admit publicly to being scared of anything. But, inside, he was still only sixteen and his situation frightened him no end. "Where are mum and dad?" he thought, instinctively looking to his parents for comfort and re-assurance. He could feel his eyes begin to fill-up as the seriousness of his position threatened to overwhelm him. He heard a noise behind him and turned to see a pretty nurse heading along the corridor towards him. He shook off his tears and approached her. "Not bad," he thought despite everything that he had been feeling only moments before. Ahh the resilience of youth! She was in her early twenties, about 5' 4", blonde, blue eyed and with a fit body. Robbie took in her very sensual mouth, the top lip slightly curling upwards, smallish breasts, maybe only 34 or possibly 36, long graceful legs and the entire package wrapped up in a seriously sexy white and blue nurse's uniform. "Hi," he said as she drew level with him, "um, could you help me find my parents?" The young nurse swept past him without a sideways glance and entered the room he had just left. He thought he heard an echo of something as she passed but wasn't sure what. "Great" he thought "she can't hear me or see me. Now what do I do?" He quickly reversed direction and followed the nurse. Once again as he passed through the door into the ICU room he experienced the strange sensation of being as one with the wood, then he was through. He watched the nurse go about her duties when it became obvious to him that she was preparing to give his unconscious body a bed bath. He glanced at her name tag which read 'Becky'. "Um, Becky" he said, feeling acute embarrassment at the thought of such a pretty young woman preparing to wash down his body. "I really don't need a bath at this minute" he said. "Really I have more important things that I need to sort out right now. Like, do you have any idea where I might find my parents? Can you say what's wrong with me? Can you tell me how I got here? Can you at least tell me where 'here' is?" Again there was no reaction from the nurse and she continued to lay out a small bowl of warm water, a hand towel and a sponge. Robbie reached out and touched her shoulder lightly. There was no reaction from Becky but as with the door Robbie had a strange sense of his body merging with the cells and genes that made up the lovely form of the nurse in front of him. Immediately he heard her voice. "... so young, what a tragedy to have lost both of his parents in a crash and on vacation too..." Robbie staggered back. The shock was enormous. Both of his parents dead? He felt as if his world had come to a crashing halt. Again tears stung his eyes and a feeling of utter helplessness and desolation swept over him. "Christ" his mind screamed "mom and dad dead? What's going to happen to me? What will I do without them? Where will I go? Who will look after me? No, its not true, I don't believe they are both gone." It was only then that it occurred to him that he had heard Becky when he had touched her. He sobbed and tried to talk to her once more. "Becky, can you hear me? Can you help me please?" he said. Nothing. The nurse turned towards him as she continued with her preparations and he leaned forward and laid his hand on her arm. He immediately heard her once more. "... and when I'm finished I can attend to the other guy they brought in at the same time and then my shift is over and I can go home and relax in a nice warm bath..." Robbie noticed that her lips were not moving. "Wait a minute" he thought "surely I'm not hearing her thoughts?" But that seemed to be exactly what was happening. Robbie looked on as the nurse pulled back the covers from his unconscious body and untied the gown that covered it in readiness to begin his bed bath. His face flushed with heat as he watched the nurse gaze at his limp cock as it nestled in its nest of curly pubic hair. The nurse reached out and took it in one hand while the other began to gently sponge around his pubic area and over his testicles. Robbie could feel everything, despite the fact that he was currently outside of his body and once more behind the nurse. He reached out and made contact with her shoulder, allowing him to hear her thoughts. "... for his age. I wonder what size he grows to when this thing is hard?..." This was too much for Robbie and he could feel his real cock begin to fill with blood and rise in the nurse's hand. The feeling was out of this world. At sixteen, no-one else other than him had touched his cock and the sensation of the pretty nurse's warm palm and fingers was incredible. "... oh look its getting hard for me. That's strange, he hasn't responded in any of the physical response tests we have run. What a nice cock though, it has to be at least 7" and only sixteen too, still some growth to come perhaps. Hah, 'to cum' more like, I bet that's exactly what he would want now if he was conscious and aware of me holding his cock..." Robbie moaned as he felt the silky smooth touch of nurse Becky as she slowly began to jack his cock with slow up and down movements. "Oh god" he thought "so good, uh uh, can't believe this is happening but it feels so good... soft warm, hot, yeah that's it, hot, feels fantastic." Having never had anyone else touch his cock before, combined with just how sexy the nurse looked, Robbie knew he was already close to cumming. Then he new he was going to go over the top completely as the nurse lowered her head and took the head of his cock into her sensual mouth. "... so perfect, I just can't resist, gotta have this beautiful young cock in my mouth. Oh yeah, he tastes soooo good. I bet he won't last long before he shoots a huge wad of boy cum into my mouth. God I can feel my pussy is hot, my panties are soaked. This is such a turn on, sucking a sixteen year old's cock while he is unconscious. Soooo nasty and soooo fucking hot... uh uh come on baby cum for Becky, let me have your sweet boy cum... um um yeah so tasty, so hard, so soft, so hot, yeah mmmmm, uhhhh shoot for me..." Robbie felt himself go over the edge. This was ten times more powerful than when he guiltily jacked-off in his room at home. His whole body tingled and he felt his cum shoot up through his cock and explode into the hot mouth that was wrapped round it. "YEAH, OH YEAH I'M CUMMING, CUMMING, AAAAAHHHHHHH." He went dizzy for a few seconds before he recovered, panting heavily as if he had just run several miles. "Awesome" he moaned to himself "absolutely incredible." He stood pretty much in a daze as nurse Becky licked her lips and simply carried on to complete the bed bath, re-tying the gown and pulling the sheet back up over his unconscious body. Robbie had maintained contact with Becky all through the episode, barely maintaining his touch through the powerful surge when he had cum so forcefully into her mouth. "... well it might be considered nasty by some, but a nurse has to look after all of her patient's needs. And he did have a very, very nice cock. Now on to the other guy..." Robbie could feel the nurse giggle happily to herself as she finished putting the towel, bowl and sponge onto a trolley at the side of the hospital bed. He heard her thoughts suggest that she would be thinking of this episode later when she relaxed in her hot bath. As she turned to leave the room Robbie decided to follow her and have a look at the 'other guy' she had mentioned. He guessed this had to be the driver of the car that had crashed into his parents and himself. He followed Becky out of the door, down the corridor and into another room. The set up here was similar to that in the room that he had found himself. The only difference was there seemed to be more equipment here, more monitors and the man who lay in the bed had virtually his whole head covered in bandages. The bed sheets were also arranged over some sort of wire cage which sat over the man's legs. This seemed to be to keep the sheets off of his legs which were both encased in plaster casts. Robbie was startled to see the hazy outline of a man sitting in a chair beside the bed. "Hey" the guy said "can you see me? Can you hear me?" He bolted up out of the chair and approached Robbie. "I can see you and hear you" Robbie said "were you involved in a car crash? Is that your 'normal' body in that bed? Do you know what is happening here?" "Oh god" the man replied "I am so sorry, the car just skated across the road. I tried everything, I tried to turn the steering in towards the skid, everything I know, but I had no control at all. Oh god, please forgive me, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Robbie could see that the man was really cut up badly, riddled with guilt at having caused the accident. He knew the proper thing to do was to re-assure the man, despite the loss he had suffered. He knew that is what his parents would have expected from him. That was the way they had brought him up. To consider all the facts, evidence, arguments around any situation and then try and reason out the best way forward. He knew he should be honest with himself and others and always try to act properly and fairly, taking account of others' views and feelings. So he knew he had to try and make this guy feel better about the accident. "Look its okay, I know it wasn't your fault" Robbie told the man "I was in the car you hit and I know what the conditions were like" "But I lost it" the man cried again "I fucking lost it and smashed into you" "It could have happened to anyone" Robbie said "what are the odds that we would be coming round that bend at that exact moment? You weren't speeding were you? You weren't drunk were you? So why are you beating yourself up so badly? It was a genuine accident. You are not to blame. Now, that's not the way people might see it in this country - you guys seem far to keen to run to the nearest lawyer and sue everybody - but back home we still understand accidents can happen without having to blame someone." The man seemed to calm down at this and grinned nervously. "Thanks" he said "I feel really badly but it helps to have you say that. Hey, that isn't a local accent and you obviously don't come from the US if you can make comments like that about our country." "No, I'm from Glasgow in Scotland" Robbie replied "I was on my way to Glasgow, Montana as part my holiday. I was travelling with my mum and dad but I think they were both killed in the crash." This revelation hit the man as if he had been punched in the stomach and he slumped back into the chair at the bedside. "Oh shit" the man cried "What have I done, aw man, I've killed your folks, Christ, I am so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. Please forgive me! He broke down and Robbie could hear him sobbing as he held his head in his hands. Once again Robbie went through the process of re-assuring the man that it had been an accident, not his fault and that he should not be holding himself responsible in the way he was. He explained that, despite the fact that he was struggling to come to terms with the sudden loss of both his parents, he was not blaming the man for their deaths. This carried on for quite a while but after half an hour the man's sobbing eventually subsided. Throughout this Robbie had watched the surreal sight of nurse Becky carry out her normal duties, blissfully unaware that Robbie and the man were floating outside of their bodies. At last the man was calm enough to resume talking to Robbie. He gradually realised that Robbie was being absolutely genuine in saying he did not blame him for the accident and death of his parents. The courage of the young boy and the generosity of his spirit seemed to touch something in the man and he seemed to draw some strength from that. They eventually introduced each other. The man's name was Jason Gray. He was a resident of Glasgow, Montana and a doctor in the very hospital they were currently in, Valley County Hospital. He told Robbie something of the town of Glasgow, it had a population of only around 3,500 and was the County seat for Valley County. In return Robbie told Jason some of the details of Glasgow, Scotland. It had been a major industrial city, built on the tobacco trade with the US and on heavy industry such as steel making and in particular, shipbuilding on the river Clyde. It was somewhat in decline due to the failure of heavy industry and competition from the far East and Asia. Some hours later a doctor appeared in the room and quickly checked over the unconscious body of Jason Gray. He left but returned almost immediately with a nurse and two other people. Robbie could see a young woman perhaps in her early thirties or late twenties and a young girl who looked around fourteen or fifteen. Both of these newcomers were 'lookers'. The woman had auburn hair and deep hazel eyes, currently red and swollen as she had obviously been crying. She stood about 5'2" and had a slim figure, perhaps about a 34B chest and trim stomach, encased in a pretty silk blouse that showed her off to good effect. Her hips and legs were also trim. When she turned Robbie considered her best feature, her butt, it was just perfect he thought. Like a peach, it was enclosed in a tight pair of jeans. Robbie thought it was not too big, not too small, just right for settling into the palm of each hand. There was no doubt that the younger girl was her daughter as the similarity in their looks and colouring were so marked. She had the same auburn hair only hers was worn longer, reaching perhaps a third of the way down her back. Her chest was slightly smaller than her moms but her butt was well on the way to being just as perfect. She stood about 5' and she had on a white tennis shirt under a grey pullover and a pair of white jeans. The girl had also obviously been crying as her big brown eyes were also red rimmed. "My wife Amanda and my daughter Zoe" Jason told Robbie as they both looked on. The doctor turned and addressed to two newcomers. "Amanda, Zoe I'm really sorry" he said "You know I have worked here with Jason for almost five years and he has become a very good friend. Believe me I am feeling this with you. But you are going to have to come to terms with the fact that it doesn't look like he is going to make it." Amanda and Zoe sobbed loudly. Despite the fact that the doctor had already prepared them for the worst before entering the room, the sight of Jason in the hospital bed and the message that he was unlikely to regain consciousness was almost too much for them to take. Robbie immediately felt really bad for checking them out, once again amazed at his capacity to think of sex in the worst of circumstances. He shook himself and turned to Jason. "Now its me who is sorry" he said "if what the doc says is true you are not going to make it and you are leaving behind a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter who obviously love you and are going to miss you terribly." "In a perverse way it kind of makes me feel less guilty" Jason replied "Like I will be paying a very real and immediate penalty for killing your parents. While I can't bear to leave Mandy and Zoe behind I think if I do recover I will never shake off these feelings of guilt over all this. God I don't want to leave them but this pain inside is real sore." Almost as if these words were some sort of catalyst Jason's emotional pain seemed to translate into a much more physical pain and the monitors in the room started to go crazy all at once. The doctor immediately checked the monitors and began to administer to Jason on the bed. Robbie leaned forward and touched Zoe's arm lightly and immediately heard her thoughts. "... oh please don't die daddy, I need you so much, I love you so much. What will I do without you. Please god save my daddy, don't let him die, please god, please daddy I need you..." Robbie couldn't take the depth of despair that Zoe's thoughts poured out and he lifted his hand from her arm. Her thoughts were no longer open to him. Meanwhile it was clear that the doctor was fighting a losing battle with Jason and Robbie turned to the ghostly version and stuck out his hand. "I am really sorry" he said "It looks like your time has really come. Please believe me when I say again that I don't think you have anything to be guilty about over the accident. Please fight this if you can. You have a lovely family and their love for you is so strong I can feel it in the room. They need you Jason. Please try." Jason took his hand and a calmness came over his features. Almost as if he had been searching for something he really wanted and now he had it in his grasp. "I can feel it Robbie" he said "I know there is no hope for me here now. I love Mandy and Zoe but I'm sure that I am not going to be here for them. Thanks once again for saying you don't blame me, that means a lot to me. I can go wherever it is I'm going feeling a little better at least." Jason's already thin appearance began to dim even further until he all but disappeared. Just before he did, all at once a blinding light came flashing through the ceiling and surrounded him. He held his grip on Robbie's hand and his voice carried from the centre of the light. "Robbie, I can't be there for them" he said "This is perhaps too much to ask given everything I have already taken from you but I have no one else I can turn to right now." A laugh came strangely from his lips at his own macabre attempt at humour. "Look after them for me please. If Zoe gets really bad and you need to break through to her say 'Bruno says its time to stop now' that's the phrase she always used when I tickled her too much or teased her beyond a certain point. If you can, tell Mandy and Zoe how much I love them and that my last thoughts were about my love for them. Now I think its my time, please promise me you will take care of them." Robbie sobbed that he would. "I promise" he cried. The bright light seemed to explode outwards and Robbie felt a tremendous surge of power rush through his hand, along his arm and through his entire body. He screwed his eyes tightly shut and when he opened them the ghostly Jason was gone and he was left with a tingling feeling all over. Amanda and Zoe were crying hysterically and the nurse and the doctor were trying to console them. Eventually Amanda calmed down, recognising that she had to be strong for her daughter. She asked that she be left alone with Zoe so they could say goodbye to Jason. They leant over the now still body in the bed and Robbie heard them whispering their love for him. Amanda put her arms around the young girl to comfort her, all the while whispering to her. "Daddy loved you baby and he will always try to watch over you" she said. "We have to be strong and try to get over this. I know it is hard, I am feeling it too but we need to get home and try to carry on. Come on now, let's go." Zoe looked as if she would refuse. She was still sobbing but at last she turned, threw herself across her father's body and gave him a kiss. Then she returned to her mother's arms and the pair left the room. Robbie panicked. What should he do now. He was left alone. For the brief period he had talked with Jason he had forgotten that no-one else could see or hear him. What was he going to do? Where was he to go? His parents were dead, his body lay in the next room unconscious, he was a long way from home. He had nobody. He remembered that he had promised Jason that he would try to look after Amanda and Zoe. How was he going to do that? He decided that he needed to follow the two of them, keep close to them at this point until he had a chance to think. He didn't know if this was even possible, moving away from his unconscious self, but he decided to give it a try. His decision made he moved quickly to catch them up. ------- Chapter 2: At home with the Grays Robbie had caught up with Amanda and Zoe as they had exited the hospital, clinging to each other as they shuffled through the icy car park. He found he was able to move quite freely and easily kept pace, even when they had entered their car and pulled out onto the road. He followed the car along a number of busy thoroughfares until it pulled in to a quieter residential area and eventually into a wide driveway. The house that stood at the end of the driveway was very impressive and Robbie slipped in through the front door as Amanda and Zoe hugged each other tightly in the entrance. Mother and daughter at last moved into a large family room that boasted a natural wood burning fire. Zoe indicated that she wanted to simply retire for the night. It was obvious the girl was totally drained both emotionally and physically. Her mother hugged her once more and kissed her goodnight again whispering comforting thoughts in her ear. Zoe kissed her mother then turned and climbed the stairs presumably towards her bedroom. Robbie followed on the basis that the younger girl seemed the more upset of the two and would perhaps need looking after more than Amanda. He trailed behind Zoe as she entered her bedroom, obviously a girl's bedroom from the colours, decorations, frills and stuffed toys of all descriptions. The room had an on-suite bathroom and after pulling some kind of sleepwear from under her pillows, Zoe entered this to wash, brush her teeth and prepare for bed. Robbie remained in the bedroom, careful to give the girl her privacy. The last thing he wanted was to be ogling a highly upset young girl as she changed. A few minutes later Zoe returned to the bedroom now dressed in a little tee-shirt and her panties. The tee came down to just above her belly button leaving a few inches of bare skin between it and the panties. The panties were a French cut, silk, and they hugged her little slit and butt delightfully. Robbie noticed a well defined little camel toe at the front and despite himself and the notion he had of behaving like a gentleman, he couldn't help but stare at the beautiful young teen. Zoe walked to the corner of her room and picked up a huge stuffed brown bear - it was almost life size, certainly at least a foot taller than the young girl - and hefted it onto her queen- sized bed. Zoe lay down and hugged the large bear tightly, tears falling from her eyes once again. Robbie could hear her softly whispering into the bear's fur as she buried her face into the toy's neck. He moved closer to the bed to try to hear what she was whispering. "Oh Bruno its time to stop now, let daddy walk in to kiss me good night, please? Oh Bruno its time to stop now." She whispered this over and over. Robbie guessed the stuffed grizzly bear was in fact the Bruno that was being referred to. He was obviously a firm favourite of the girl and the repeated phrase was a clear attempt to have the world stop and for things to fall back in to their natural order for her. It was equally clear to Robbie that nothing was ever going to be the same for Zoe again. Robbie leaned over the girl and gently touched her back with a natural inclination to try and soothe her. Zoe's thoughts came through loud and clear. "... oh Bruno what are mommy and I going to do without daddy? I can't believe my handsome, big strong daddy is gone and I will never see him again. Oh Bruno..." More tears followed, deep sobs until the girl's chest was heaving against the giant bear. Robbie moved to the other side of the bed and climbed up behind the bear. He lay down and shuffled over, again feeling that weird sensation as his ghostly body merged with the very fabric of the soft toy. He now lay face to face with Zoe with his arms around her and her breasts heaving against his chest. In this position he was of course touching Zoe and he could therefore continue to hear her thoughts. "... daddy why have you left us? What are we to do now? Oh daddy..." Robbie continued to try and hug the distraught girl, merged with Bruno, the brown bear. "... oh Bruno thank goodness I still have you to hug me. Oh how I wish that you could talk and hug me back. That you could whisper to me like daddy did some nights at bedtime when I was frightened. That you could rub my back the way he did that always made me feel safe and loved. Oh I wish that you could do that for me too..." Robbie felt the same surge of power shoot through him as he had back in the hospital room. His body tingled and he suddenly had the sensation that his bear 'hands' had some feeling in them. He flexed his fingers experimentally and was sure that they did in fact move. By this stage Zoe had completely tired herself out. Rob slowly traced circles on her back, gently easing the poor girl all the while whispering in her ear "Shhh, Bruno says its time to stop now, go to sleep lovely Zoe. Bruno says its time to stop now, shhh." The young girl eventually drifted off to sleep, faintly hearing the voice whispering too her and feeling the soothing stroke on her back. When Amanda looked in on her daughter before turning in herself she couldn't help but smile when she saw Zoe curled up with the huge bear. "... she really loves that bear she thought. I'm glad she seems to have found something to comfort her. I only wish I had something that would work for me too..." She quietly closed the door and made her way to her own bedroom. Robbie could hear sobs coming from down the hall for over an hour but he continued to hug the young girl tightly. Suddenly he felt a strong 'pull' and he found himself back in his own hospital room. A doctor was pulling down the sheets and using a stethoscope to check his lungs and breathing. Robbie could only assume that the physical contact with his unconscious body had triggered some kind of automatic recall mechanism that his ghostly self had to respond to. The doctor finished the examination and left the room. Robbie eased up and re-entered his unconscious self. It was weird. He seemed to be able to browse through his memories but was unable to wake up or summon any kind of movement. While wandering through his brain he came across a dark patch. It was impenetrable, inky black and it didn't' matter what he tried he could not force his way into or through it. He decided to rest for a while. Zoe awoke the next morning still cuddling the bear. She had turned during the night and now had Bruno snuggled in behind her with his huge arms encircling her. She remembered her last thoughts as she was falling asleep the night before. Did Bruno whisper to her? Did he rub her back? No, that was just plain stupid. She had been thinking that's what she wanted to happen and had obviously fallen asleep and dreamed that it had. She turned round to face the bear. "Bruno, did you talk to me last night?" She whispered. "Did you rub my back like daddy used to do?" She laughed at herself when not surprisingly the bear did not respond. As she laughed her little breasts rubbed up against the fur of the bear. "Oh, that feels nice" she thought "Oh, so nice." Zoe was in fact only thirteen, not fourteen or fifteen as Robbie had guessed. And she had only recently discovered the joys of playing with her little nubs and rubbing her fingers up her little slit. She had learned that playing with her hard baby tits seemed to connect straight to her little pussy, making her get all wet and tingly. She really liked this and was taking the opportunity more and more lately, either at night or first thing in the morning. She always felt guilty afterwards but each time the enjoyment re-inforced the desire to repeat the experience. She particularly liked it when she teased herself by rubbing her nipples, making them hard, the little bumps on the surrounding aureole so sensitive. Then slowly lowering her hand she would stroke her smooth, hairless things and pubic mound. She would then gradually work her way down to her pussy lips which by now were usually wet and slick with her juices. She would allow her fingers to part her folds, to tease the pink flesh in between them before finally allowing herself to rub her clit. She had very little hair down there yet so it felt smooth, slippery and oh so nice. Now the fur on the bear was scratching her little tits and it felt even better than when she rubbed them with her hands. "Mmmmmmfffff, mmmmmmmm," she moaned. "Uuuuummmmmm, Mmmmmmm," she whispered quietly as she bit down on her lower lip, keeping her verbal response to the stimulation as quiet as possible" Zoe increased the pressure of her breasts against the bear feeling the jolts of pleasure shoot from her diamond hard little nipples all the way down to her pussy. The rubbing was getting her so hot. She rolled over so that she was lying on top of the bear and continued to rub herself against it. She worked one of the bear's big legs between her own legs so she was straddling it and she began to press her little panty clad pussy against the rough fur. "Mmmmmm, Mmmmmmfffffff, Mmmmmhhhhhmmm, uuuuhhhhhh, " she murmured. Uhhhhhmmmm." Zoe's movements were becoming increasingly frantic as she got hotter and hotter rubbing her tits against the bear's chest and driving her little pussy onto the bear's leg. She continued to bite down on her bottom lip as she tried to contain the noise of her rising excitement. Robbie roused himself and left his still unconscious body. He thought about how to return to Amanda and Zoe. Would he remember the roads he had travelled last night? He doubted it. He then pondered over how quickly he had managed to return to this hospital room the night before. Was it possible for him to move between two places that quickly? Could he do it by just simply thinking about where he wanted to be? He imagined himself back in Zoe's room, merged with the giant bear and found himself lying under a frantically heaving little girl who was moaning into his ear while rubbing her titties against his chest and her little pussy hard against his leg. "Mmmmmm, aaaahhhhh, Mmmmmmffff..." Robbie couldn't believe this was the same girl he had soothed to sleep the night before, now wantonly rubbing herself against him, well okay rubbing herself against her toy bear. He was immediately hard as a rock. It was agony having to lie back and let the little cutey rub herself against him without responding. "Mmmmmfffff, uuuuggghhhh, yyyeeeeessssss," whispered Zoe. "Yyyyeeesssssss, Yyyyyeeeeeeessssss, aaaaahhhhhhhhhh" Zoe went limp on his chest having obviously reached a very strong orgasm. She lay there for a few minutes before pulling herself up and kissing him on the cheek. "Why is that the first time we've made out Bruno? Have you been holding out on me all these years? She said softly. Thank you Mr hunky bear, we need to do this again and soon." She said as she got up from the bed. She giggled but then became faintly embarrassed as she realised she was talking to a toy bear and holding a very soggy pair of pants. She flounced into the bathroom to get herself ready for the day and Robbie breathed a sigh of relief. ------- Chapter 3: Zoe meets Bruno Amanda watched her daughter enter the kitchen through eyes that remained heavy and tear stained after a restless night crying over the loss of her husband Jason. She was surprised to see that Zoe seemed much brighter this morning despite the trauma of losing her father the previous day. "Morning angel, how are you feeling this morning?" she asked. "Okay mommy" Zoe replied. "I think in the circumstances you should skip school today" Amanda suggested. "Yeah" thought Zoe "A day away from Glasgow High School, perhaps I could have some more fun with Bruno." "I will have to spend today making various arrangements for your father's funeral" her mother said sadly "So why don't you catch-up with any school work you have outstanding and then play on your computer or something?" "Okay mom." The thirteen year-old helped herself to some cereal and fresh juice, turning a bit more subdued at having been reminded forcefully of the tragic events of the previous day. She returned to her bedroom and turned-on her PC, quickly loading her English literature homework that she had to complete. She spent several hours adding to her essay, casting frequent sideways glances at Bruno who was still lying on her bed and smiling shyly to herself. Her mother called upstairs to tell Zoe that she had to go into town to meet with the funeral home, the family doctor and their lawyer to deal with various things. She told Zoe to fix something from the fridge for her lunch and that she would be back around two pm. Zoe closed down her homework and clicked open her link to the internet. She called up Google and entered 'Brown bear'. She was presented with a number of links all about the brown bear, or grizzly bear. Latin - arctos horribilis. "Bruno is not horrible" she thought after finding the latin name for the bear. "He is gorgeous and cuddly and I love him to bits" Robbie lay on the bed, merged with Bruno, and quietly watched the young girl become absorbed in her review of the web sites. After visiting various sites and reading lots of information about grizzlies in the wild Zoe pulled down her favourites list and clicked on the name Genie Marie Wylie. This link took her to her favourite author on a website of erotic stories she had discovered, storiesonline. The author's stories were detailed on sexual matters, but were romantic and highly moral in nature, despite their sexual nature. She read for a while, adding to her sexual vocabularly, knowledge and fantasy material. She eventually switched off her internet connection and went to make herself a sandwich for lunch. She gobbled the sandwich down and gulped a glass of milk before returning to her bedroom. Again she glanced shyly at Bruno, remembering the episode she had enjoyed that morning. She was feeling antsy after her spell on storiesonline and made up her mind to try for a repeat performance with Bruno before her mother returned. "Well Bruno" she said out loud "What should I wear to make out with you, something that would get a huge bear hot, eh? "Would you like that Bruno? Do you wanna get fresh with me again big guy?" she said quietly. Zoe had an idea. She walked over and picked the bear up, sitting him on the floor leaning against the bedroom wall. She opened her wardrobe and flicked through the various outfits, throwing a few onto her bed. She opened her clothes drawers and selected her best lingerie. "I'm going to put on a little fashion show for you Bruno" she said, her voice taking on a softer, yet deeper sultry tone. "Would you like that? Do you want to pick out your favourite outfit to make out with me in?" Robbie leaned against the wall and couldn't believe what Zoe was planning to do. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks at the thought of it. "Perhaps" he thought "Perhaps I should go back to the hospital room and not invade her privacy. After all if this morning was anything to go by, things could get pretty hot around here very soon." Robbie's 'proper' upbringing warred with his hormones over whether he should stay for the show or leave the young girl alone. At this point Zoe peeled the tee shirt she was wearing over her head and stood topless with her cute little tits on display. That was all it took for Robbie to know that his best intentions had gone out of the window. He stared at her tits, they were high on her chest and very firm. About the size of two half oranges with her nipples already hard in anticipation of the little show she was about to put on. Zoe chose a white tennis shirt and pleated tennis skirt for her first outfit. She dropped her jeans and bent over to pick up the skirt from her bed. Robbie was presented with a perfect view of her bubble butt in just her silky panties. He could feel himself getting hotter by the minute. Zoe pulled on the tennis skirt and then the tennis shirt, tucking the shirt in and fastening the skirt. She twirled around, making the skirt flare upwards to give a view of her young legs and panty clad bottom. Zoe leaned over the edge of the bed giving Bruno (and Robbie) a view right up the skirt to her now flexed butt which was stretching her panties tightly. The young girl looked back seductively over her shoulder. "What do you think Bruno? She asked "Is this hot enough for making out in? Does this make you hot? Do you like my little body barely covered by this little white skirt? Do you, you nasty old bear?" Zoe briefly ran her hands over her butt, letting one finger trail between her legs and over her little slit. She groaned. She tried on a number of other outfits before stripping down to just her panties, stepping once more over to her wardrobe. "Oh Bruno, I've been pretty dense huh? I know I'm not going to school today Bruno" she said "But every school girl knows that the thing that gets dirty old men like you going is a young girl in school uniform. Would that get you hot? Would you like Zoe to put on her uniform so you can letch at me and dream of getting into my little panties? Would you Bruno? Is that the outfit I should wear when we make out and you can feel my little body rubbing against you? Is it?" Robbie gulped quietly. The non-stop teasing and stimulation of seeing Zoe in various outfits, topless, as she changed from set to set and occasionally rubbing her little nipples or pussy were really getting him worked up. Zoe pulled on a plain white blouse without a bra and then pulled a blue plaid skirt up and fastened it at her waist. She completed the outfit with white knee length socks and a blue plaid 'string' tie. She stood in front of Robbie and pulled the blouse taught across her budding tits. Robbie could clearly see the pointy nipples sticking up and the dark aureole were also visible through the material. Zoe lowered her head and put her finger to her mouth, smiling slightly, looking at her bear with the perfect picture of a shy, innocent little girl. She turned her knees together and rubbed one against the other in the kind of nervous and shy action that she thought a young girl would adopt if talking to a grown up she found handsome but was too embarrassed to say anything. She skipped round the room slowly humming a little tune. The entire show was driving Robbie crazy. She was sooooo hot. Zoe paused in front of Robbie once more and flicked the front of the plaid skirt up to flash her panties. Robbie was so close that he could see there was a definite damp patch forming on the panties as Zoe's little pussy began to leak her sexy juices. It was clear that Robbie wasn't the only one being turned on by this show. Zoe slowly removed the string tie and began to unbutton the white blouse. "So Bruno, does the school uniform win? She asked "does Bruno like looking at little girls in their uniforms? Does it get to you? Are you imagining running your big hands up under this skirt? Are you?" Zoe had completely unbuttoned the blouse and opened the front to expose her tits. She had raised her hands to gently knead her tits, pinching her hard little nipples as she talked to the bear. She fell back onto the bed and continued to squeeze her tits and pinch and pull at her nipples. She moaned and let one hand fall into her lap, pulling the hem of the plaid skirt upwards to expose her panties. The copious juices that were now running out of her excited little pussy made the silky material all but see-through and Robbie was treated to a great view of her puffy labia as if she was naked. Zoe slowly stroked her slit with one hand while still rubbing her tits with the other. Her fingers pushed the material of her panties up into her slit and Robbie could clearly see her pussy lips parting and one finger sliding between them. She was moaning quietly. After a few minutes she stopped and sat-up. She looked at the bear with a mischievious grin and then left the bedroom. Zoe quickly entered her mom's bedroom and crossed to her clothes drawers. She was searching for some of the really sexy underwear that she knew her mother had. She thought it would be real fun to try some of that on for her little game with Bruno. She pulled out a variety of panties and bras and then her hand felt something hard at the farthest corner of the drawer. She snagged the object and pulled it out. It was a rubber dildo, shaped to look like a man's cock, pink and about 7" long. It had a large bulge at the base and looked impossibly large to the young girl. "Yikes" she thought "mom has a rubber penis. I wonder why she needs that when up until yesterday she had daddy's to play with. Gosh, its huge. How would that ever fit into a pussy. Surely that would split me in two. Its just far too big, it would kill me. Surely real penises are not that size." Zoe pushed the dildo back to where she had found it and closed the drawer. She returned to her room and prepared to continue her sexy show for Bruno, and unbeknown to her, for Robbie. She tried on a variety of panties and bras and paraded up and down before the huge bear. Robbie's favourite set was undoubtedly a lacy peach ensemble where the panties were cut high on the sides and where the cheeks of Zoe's butt were perfectly framed. The material almost seemed to caress her cheeks and curved inwards to the crack of her little ass. Further down Robbie could clearly see the bulge of where her labial lips came together to form a plump and enticing offering. The lace accentuated all the right parts and Robbie was panting as he watched the young Zoe parade in front of him. At last Zoe worked herself up to the point where she was horny beyond belief and she knew she had to relieve herself. Robbie was very disappointed when she flopped onto her bed leaving him/Bruno leaning against the wall. Apparently Zoe's needs were so immediate that she simply resorted to the methods of masturbation that she had been developing for some months now. ------- Chapter 4: Re-living bath time and beyond Back at Valley County Hospital nurse Becky was back on duty and doing her rounds to check on her patients. She has started in the general wards and worked her way towards the private rooms and the ICU rooms. Eventually she came to Robbie's room. She licked her lips and unconsciously squeezed her thighs tightly together remembering the episode the day before. She paused outside the door and dropped her hand to her crotch, pressing her fingers hard against her already wet pussy. She sighed and entered the room. Becky completed the checks she was scheduled to perform on Robbie and then bent to whisper into his ear. "Do you know how I spent my evening after I left you?" she asked. Well if you must know Mr stud-muffin I soaked in a hot bath filled with wonderful salts and I thought about you! Yes, I thought about you and your beautiful, big, young cock. I thought of how hard you were, hard as steel, yet your skin was sooo soft and warm" She cooed At his point Becky's hand had slipped under her uniform skirt and she was stroking herself through her already sopping wet panties. "Oooohhhhh," she moaned "ooooooohhhhh, I remembered the velvety feel of your stiff, hard cock as my fingers stroked you, stroked you up and down, up and down. Uhhhh, uhhhhh, " she continued as her stroking increased in pace and urgency. "Mmmmmm, oooooohhhhhh, I thought of your beautiful boy cock as it slipped between my lips, as I kissed your cockhead. Mmmmmm, uhhh, uuhhhh, ufffff, ufffffff. I could still taste your cock in my mouth, taste your hot jism as it blasted into my throat, feel your cock inside my cheeks, pushing down my throat. Mmmmmmm, mmmmm," she groaned. "And do you know what I was doing while I lay in my bath thinking about you and your hot cock? Do you want to know baby? Uhhhh, oohhhh, mmmmmmm, I was doing exactly what I am doing right now baby, teasing my juicy, wet puss with my fingers, rubbing my hard little clit with my thumb and imagining it was your fingers rubbing me as I sucked your big cock. I closed my eyes and I knew you were thinking about sticking your hard dick right up my hot twat as you slid two fingers inside my swollen pussy lips." At this stage Becky leaned against the hospital bed on one elbow and inched her uniform skirt slightly higher up her thighs. This enabled her to spread her legs wider and in turn that allowed her to slip two of her own fingers under the leg of her panties and into her dripping pussy as she imagined they were in fact the boy's fingers. She curled the fingers round, searching on the inside of her pussy for that dimpled area that marked her 'G' spot. When she found it she brushed her fingers across it repeatedly, her moans increasing in intensity. "Mmmmmmmm, uuuhhhhh, yeah baby boy I was thinking about you, thinking how bad I had been for sucking your sixteen year-old cock, how nasty that was, how much of bad, bad nurse I had been. Uhhhhh, it made me so hot to think that I might be the first woman to jack your hard rod, to suck your tasty cock into her mouth. Soooooo bad, sooooo hot to think that I was the first to taste your hot sticky cum, to roll it around my tongue, to feel it slide down my throat. Mmmmmm, yeeeeaahhhh, oooohhhh baby and I wanted soooo bad to feel your big boy cock slide into my hungry, tight cunt, to push up their, to rub exactly where my fingers are rubbing now." At this point Robbie was watching Zoe fall back onto her bed as she rubbed her pussy clad mound and squeezed her hard teen titties. His cock was rock hard and beginning to ache as he was turned on like never before. In the hospital bed his raging cock tented the sheet and drew Becky's gaze. She stared at the urgent lump, eyes narrowing as she continued to jam two eager fingers into her slippery, juicy hole. She licked her lips and slowly raised herself off the edge of the bed and drew the sheets down to expose the hard, upright cock. On seeing it once more she moaned deeply and screwed her eyes shut with lust. "Ohhhhhhh, mmmmmmm I have just got to have it" she moaned "Ohhhh baby I thought about having it last night sooooo much, thought about perhaps taking your sixteen year-old virginity from you. That would be the ultimate hot, nasty thing. Let me have it baby, please let Becky make you feel soooo good, let Becky make you into a man baby please?" Becky raised herself upright and moved to turn the lock on the door to ensure she wouldn't be disturbed. She had worked herself up into a frenzy with the combination of her erotic bath-time fun the night before and her current finger-fucking action. She knew she just had to have the boy, needed to cram his hard boy cock up her pussy, needed to feel it sliding up into her womb, filling her, stuffing her, satisfying her wanton lust. Becky pulled off her already soaking panties and dropped them to the floor. She climbed onto the bed and reached for the rampant cock in front of her. As soon as she grabbed his cock, Robbie found himself out of Zoe's bedroom and back in the ICU room amazed as he saw nurse Becky straddling his hips, holding his cock steady and beginning to lower herself onto him. He could feel the moment when his cockhead nestled between her outer and inner lips and arrived at the entrance to her pussy. He could feel the moment it popped through the elastic entrance to her womb and he heard the nurse call out her ecstasy. "Yessss! Yessssss!" she cried as she slid down lower onto him. "uuuuuhhhhhh, sooooo gooood baby, I knew you would feel soooo gooood. Uuuuhhhhh, yeeeaaahhh, oooohhhhh, uugggghhhh, mmmmmmmmfff, sooo good baby, soooo good," she panted as she was riding him for all that she was worth, already very worked up by her imagination and well on the way to a crashing cum. "Mmmmmmmm, uuggggghhhh, yes baby, sooooo good, baby's not a virgin anymore, nasty nurse Becky has stolen the little sixteen year-old's cherry. Mmmmmmm, aaahhhhhh, fuck me baby, slam your boy cock deeep into me, yes, yes, yeeesssss." She cried as she rode even more frantically on his cock which was glistening in the light, coated in her juices. Robbie was gulping as he stood taking in the sight of this lovely young nurse riding up and down on his cock, moaning out loud the nasty, hot thoughts she had about taking him for the first time. He could feel his cum rising, his balls tightening as he knew that he was about to blast a heavy load up into her pussy. "yeeesssss baby, Mmmmmmmm, uuuggghhhhh, yeeesssss cum for Becky," she continued to moan. "Uuuuhhhhh, such a hard, sweet cock baby, ram it into my hungry cunt. Yeessssss, uuuuuhhhhh, yeeeaahhhh, oohhhhh baby I'm cuuuuuummmmmiiinnnnngggg, aaaahhhhhhhhhh" With that Becky slammed herself down on his cock so hard and squeezed her clit against his pubic bone as the orgasm rode over her in hot waves. Her whole body was quivering and this final thrust was enough to also send Robbie over the edge. This time his ejaculation was huge, he shot three, four, five massive ropes of cum right up into Becky's womb. As deep into her as he could get. This just seemed to send Becky onto another level and she cried out her pleasure once more dropping her upper body as another set of huge waves sent her out of control. She slumped fully onto his chest breathing heavily, gasping for air. She took some minutes to recover and Robbie's rapidly softening cock eventually slipped out of her red and angry looking pussy, a stream of his cum and her juices co-mingled following behind to drip and run down Robbie's thigh. Becky managed to climb off of the bed and set about cleaning Robbie up. She took his sticky cock into her mouth, slurping up their combined juices until he was completely clean. She gave the head of his cock one final kiss before pulling the sheet back up over him. She whispered thank you sooooooo much baby as she turned, picked up her panties, unlocked the door and carried on with her day. Robbie's ghostly self slumped into the chair by the side of the bed feeling weak but euphoric at his first fuck, albeit he had been completely unconscious at the time he still reckoned it was the best feeling he had ever had in his young life. ------- Chapter 5: Discovery Robbie didn't know how long he was slumped in the bedside chair before he roused himself. The memory of his latest encounter with nurse Becky was still deliciously fresh in his mind. How many sixteen year-old boys could claim to have had their first blow-job and full-blown intercourse before they had had their first kiss? And all with a sexy young nurse? And most bizarrely of all, while unconscious? A doctor entered the room accompanied by nurse Becky. Robbie realised that he was probably completing his rounds. "Good" he thought "perhaps I'll find out something about what's wrong with me." The doctor checked all of the monitors that Robbie's body was hooked to and compared the readings with the chart he held in his hand. Robbie connected with Becky so he could hear her thoughts. "Still no changes to any of the vital signs" he said to the nurse. "We haven't found any physical reason for the coma. All our tests have come back negative but he just seems to have shut down. " "He was performing just how I like them a few hours ago" thought the nurse with a smile to herself. "I guess its just a matter of continuing to take good care of him and letting things run their course." "Oh, I'll continue to take good care of him alright," thought Becky and she quickly licked her lips and unobtrusively squeezed her thighs together. Robbie blushed at the nurse's lewd thoughts but felt a sense of anticipation too, happy that he seemed destined to have a repeat performance with the sexy blonde nurse. "Have we heard anything about whether social services have contacted a next of kin?" asked the doctor. "Nothing so far" the nurse advised. "They are in contact with British consular authorities but at this point they have not been able to find anyone in Scotland who is related to the boy." The doctor replaced the chart on the end of the hospital bed and he and the nurse left the room. Robbie considered what he had learned. His life didn't seem to be in immediate danger but the hospital were not able to identify why he remained unconscious. Neither had they been able to contact a next of kin and he knew they never would as his mum and dad had no siblings and both sets of grandparents had also passed away. A sense of deep depression settled over the young boy as the realisation that he really was all-alone in the world hit home. On top of that, he had promised a dying man that he would look after his wife and daughter, taking on an awesome responsibility. "Not bad" thought Robbie "and all while lying unconscious in a hospital bed. Still life is not all bad" he thought forcing himself to try and be positive. " He had been taught that nobody liked a whinger and that there was power in positive thinking. "Nurse Becky is certainly looking after me well," he chuckled "and looking after Zoe and Amanda also has its compensations." Feeling a little better he thought that it was perhaps time to return to the Gray Household. He thought about being back in Zoe's room and instantly he was there. The large figure of Bruno remained leaning up against the wall but there was no sign of Zoe. Robbie headed out of the bedroom and downstairs. He heard voices coming from the family room and turned in that direction, entering the room to find Amanda was sitting on the large leather sofa and Zoe was seated on the floor, resting between her mother's legs. They were in the middle of a conversation. "... so honey, your father has made sure that we will be okay financially. Money is not a worry for us. The house will be fully paid off and your father's life insurance will mean we have plenty to live on. The lawyer has confirmed everything is in order. I've also made arrangements for a small family service at the funeral home on Friday." The young girl sniffled at the thought of her father's funeral. The idea that money might have been a potential problem had never entered her head so she didn't really register or remark on that. No, it was the loss of her dad and the imminent funeral that fully occupied her thoughts at the moment. She folded her arms on her mother's thigh to cushion her head and sighed heavily. Amanda began to rub her back, much like her father would have done if he had been here. Eventually Zoe rose. "I'm gonna go play on my PC" she told her mother "maybe I'll IM Alison." "Okay honey." Robbie watched Zoe leave the family room but this time, instead of following the young girl, he remained with Amanda. He floated over to the sofa and touched Amanda gently, immediately tapping into her thoughts. "Oh Jason honey, we both miss you so much. Look at her. One minute she is bright and bubbly, the next she looks like the saddest little girl on the planet. I know you left everything so we would be okay but I would gladly be homeless and penniless if I could have you back my darling. Oh Jason, I miss you holding me baby, I miss you so much..." Robbie withdrew from the young mother as she quietly sobbed. It was clear she was deeply affected by Jason's death but Robbie could see the strength of the woman as she tried to pull herself together, to be there for her daughter, to get through the pain and carry on. Robbie drifted off to see what Zoe was up to. Zoe was sitting at her computer. Robbie looked over her shoulder and saw she was logged-on to storiesonline. She was reading a story called 'Tom's diaries' and Robbie lightly touched her back to hear what she was thinking. He noticed her give a slight twitch as if she was vaguely aware of his touch but didn't react otherwise. Robbie realised that he needed to be careful as for some reason he was able to physically interact with Zoe, apparently the only one he could do so. He wondered for a second what was different about her but then focussed on her thoughts. "... Tom Ferguson you really are a rat, despite all your nice words, despite what you say, you really are a rat. But a likeable rat, I think I would like you if I met you. It would be nice to have someone treat me so nice, to be gentle and loving with me, particularly just now since I've lost my daddy. But I would have the same problem as Shannon with you sleeping with all those other girls. Oh I really don't seem to be in the mood for Tom tonight. Maybe I should IM Ally." Robbie watched her close down storiesonline and open up MS Messenger. She typed in her 'addy' - IluvBruno - and he watched her check to see if her friend was on-line. She clicked on the icon for 'daddy'sgirl' and immediately began typing away. Robbie drifted off, losing interest. He flitted between rooms for the rest of the evening watching Zoe and Amanda doing their best to get on with their lives. At bedtime he followed Zoe upstairs once more and remained in her bedroom while the young girl prepared for bed. He was pleased when she lifted Bruno up onto the bed again tonight, knowing that he would be able to merge with the bear and comfort her as he had before. Zoe settled down, hugging her huge bear and trying to get some sleep. Robbie climbed up onto the bed and merged with Bruno, in the process tapping into Zoe's thoughts. Tonight Zoe's thoughts were pretty jumbled and Robbie picked up only parts - she was still missing her daddy and questioning his death. There was still a hint of curiosity about the Tom Ferguson figure and what a relationship with someone could be like. And there was a sense of anticipation about a sleepover with her friend Alison, apparently arranged during the MS Messenger session earlier that day. But, not surprisingly, the most prevalent thought was about her father and Robbie could still feel her deep sadness. Eventually the thirteen year-old girl began to drop off and Robbie also began to relax. The sound of someone moaning roused both Robbie and Zoe. The noises were obviously coming from Amanda's room. Zoe threw off her sheet and climbed from the bed, intent on going to investigate the moaning sounds. Robbie floated after her. He heard a soft gasp from Zoe who was frozen in front of her mother's bedroom door, peering cautiously through the slight gap that existed. Robbie's view through the gap was blocked by the young girl so he couldn't see what she was so intent on watching. When he noticed her breathing becoming shorter and her little hands flexing nervously he decided that he had to share in what was going on in Amanda's room. Robbie braced himself and approached the wall to the side of the bedroom door. He floated forward and felt his ghostly body merge with the sheet-rock and wooden batons as he passed through the wall. What he saw when he was through into Amanda's room took his young breath away. Amanda lay on her back on her bed. She was wearing a short silky nightdress but had one breast free of the top, rubbing it and pinching and pulling on the aroused nipple that was exposed. Robbie swallowed as he took in the sight of Amanda's other hand as it snaked between her thighs, rucking up the nightdress, baring her pussy. Robbie took in the sight, burning every detail into his brain. He took in the slightly prominent hip bones that framed her pubic mound. He took in the trimmed little patch of pubic hair leading down, drawing his gaze in, to where her fingers were stroking her glistening pussy. He could hear Amanda continue to moan softly, unaware that she had roused her daughter and that Zoe was peering at her through the crack in the door. "Oh Jason baby you know just where to touch me to get me hot. That's it pinch my nipples, lick them, suck them, ooohhhh yes baby bite them." She squirmed as she squeezed her nipple roughly, imagining her husband using his teeth to pleasure her. The pleasure was clearly written on her face which was drawn. Her auburn hair was fanned out on her pillow as she raised the hand that had been stroking her pussy and slowly drew two fingers into her mouth, wetting them in preparation for further exploration. Robbie was mesmerised by her sensual upturned lips as they wrapped around the fingers and he could see her cheeks hollow as she sucked on them. Then she lowered her hand once more and Robbie followed it as it descended to circle the little nub of her clit, which was showing clearly from its hood. "Mmmmmmm, uuuhhhhh, yes, baby do me please, do me Jason, do me, yeeessss. She continued to strum her clit and pinch her nipple. "Slowly baby, let it build up for me, oooohhhhh yes, you know how to do it soooo goood." She dropped the hand from her breast and let it dip into her pussy, picking up a coating of the juices that were leaking from her. Her fingers traced a line down her perineum towards the pucker of her ass-hole and she moaned anew at the feelings this obviously produced. She teased her little butt hole, dipping one finger-tip just inside. "Ooooohhhh, naughty Jason, you know you can't have my butt, you're too big to go up there, uuuuummmmmm, but your finger does feel good there baby, maybe one day, maybe one day, I know you love my little ass soooooo much." Robbie moved closer to the bed getting a front seat view of her adult puss, delighting in the colour of it, the smell of her juices, fascinated by how the folds of her labia were puffed up, opening her up like a beautiful flower. Fascinated by her fingers stroking over her clit, excited at the sight of the little bud sticking up, drawn by the pink hole her fingers were revealing to him, drawn by the finger-tip that was slipping in and out of her puckered ass-hole. He was so totally 'in the moment' that he was surprised when her fingers stopped stroking her clit and fingering her ass, disappearing for a second only to return with a pink rubber dildo. Robbie heard a soft gasp from the doorway and remembered that Zoe was there watching. He had been so focussed on Amanda and what she was doing that he had completely forgotten the young girl. He glanced toward her and noticed she had widened the gap, drawn irresistibly to the erotic sight of Amanda's play. She had obviously reacted to the appearance of the dildo in her mother's hands. Robbie saw that she had one hand holding the waistband of her panties while the other had slipped inside them, clearly playing with her little pussy as evidenced by the outline of the knuckles of her hand moving up and down on the front panel. Her eyes were wide and her nostrils flared as she seemed to struggle for breath, panting as she fingered herself. Robbie turned back to Amanda. He saw that the dildo in her hand was already shining with some kind of oil, having obviously been lubed in readiness by Amanda. She brought the head of the pink cock down to her nether lips and moaned anew as she let it ride the length of her slit and bump against her excited clit. "Ohhhhhhhh Jason, I can feel your hard cock baby, uuuuuhhhhhhh are youu going to fuck you're little Mandy good baby, are you? Oh honey I need you soooo bad, I need that hard cock baby, please do me, please Jason, give it to me baby, slowly baby, slide it in me slowly baby come on, please Jason, do me, fuck me baby, ooohhhh love me Jason." Amanda moved the dildo down to the pink entrance of her pussy and began to slowly force the head into herself. She groaned as its length eased past her opening and Robbie watched as she maintained the pressure, pushing inch after inch into her hot slit. "Jesus Jason I can feel you filling me up with your hard cock baby," she panted "do it Jason fill me up, fuck me darling, Mmmmmmm, uuuuuuhhhhhhh, yeessssss, yeesssssss. She was now sliding the dildo in and out of herself, clearly focussed on believing this was Jason's cock and not a toy. "Harder now baby, harder Jason, do me harder, do me harder baby, Mmmmmmfffffff, uuuggghhhhh, yesssssss, ooohhhhhhh, yesssssss." Amanda used one hand to pick up some of her fluids and returned her fingers to her little ass-hole, forcing her finger-tip in and out of her ass in time with the thrusts of the dildo into her pussy. Robbie could see that Amanda's hips had now begun to rise up off of the bed, matching the rhythm of her pumping actions and she was grunting with the effort and with pleasure. "yeeeaaahhhh baby, Mandy needs it hard, give it to me baby, fuck me baby, uuuuhhhhhh, yeeeaaahhhhhh, fuck me Jason, fuck me." Amanda's climax was rapidly approaching if her movements and the increase in her vocalisation was anything to go by. "Mmmmmmmm, do mamma baby, do me soooo gooood, sooooo goooood, ooooohhhhh sooooo hard baby, big beautiful cock, give it to me, fuck yesss." Robbie watched Amanda flip over and get on to her hands and knees on the bed, still thrusting the 7" dildo into her greedy pussy, gaining speed, getting faster and faster, losing control, forcing the rubber cock into herself harder and harder as she lost herself in the feelings it was producing. Her fingers returned to her little pucker and resumed the teasing of her ass. He had stepped back a pace from the bed, but his gaze was still completely riveted to the sight of the dildo jamming repeatedly into Amanda's pussy and her finger reaming her ass. When he broke his gaze to check what Zoe was doing he saw that she was no longer at the bedroom door. He returned to the frantic action in front of him, holding his breath as he watched Amanda rise to her climax. "Sssooooo close Jason, aaaaarrrrrggghhhh, uuuuhhhhhh, soooooo close baby, fuck me, yeeeaaaahh, fuck me Jason, fuck me. Yeeeeessssssss, Mmmmmmmfffffff, yeeeessssssssss baby, yeessssssssss, now baby, now, do it now Jason." Robbie was amazed to see Amanda pull the dildo from her pussy and move it to her ass-hole. "Yesssssss Jason, take my cherry baby, make me hurt for denying you my ass all this time. Do it baby, take my ass, take meeeeeeeee." She squealed as she forced the dildo past the tight ring of her butt, pushing it in deeply with a single thrust. Her back arched as she felt her ass completely filled and her orgasm came crashing over her, overcoming her, wave upon wave pulsed through her, pushing her pleasure higher and higher. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, uuuhhhhhhhhhhhh, aaaaahhhhhh, so good," her moans subsided. She slumped forward onto the bed. Her previously virgin ass forced the dildo out now that she was not consciously pushing it upwards. Jason stared at her pussy lips, red and angry from the pounding she had given them, stared at her ass-hole still gaping slightly from the rubber intruder, stared at the damp sheet beneath her stained with the copious juices she had leaked, evidence of how much she had enjoyed herself. "Christ" he thought "totally hot, unbelievable, awesome." He moved to the side of the bed and stood over the slumped mother. She had turned her head to the side and her auburn hair was plastered to her forehead, testament to the energy she had put-in to pleasuring herself. He leaned forward as if to brush the hair that had fallen over her cheek aside and connected with her. He felt the echoes of her orgasm, her genuine satisfaction and also heard her thoughts clearly. "I'm so sorry I denied you that baby, please forgive me. I had to do that for you, I had to give myself to you, give you my ass at last, I'm just so sorry you're not here to do it for real. Oh, I love you baby, I think I felt you here with me, I hope so, I hope you witnessed what I tried to do for you. I miss you baby, so much, I love you." Reeling from the intensity of what Amanda had done to herself and her thoughts as to why she had finished the way she had, Robbie quietly withdrew from the room, leaving Amanda to bask in the afterglow of her fantasy fuck. He made his way back to Zoe's room his interest now peaked as to why she had disappeared before her mother's show was over. He found Zoe wrapped up in her bed. She appeared to be trembling slightly under the sheet. Robbie hopped up onto the bed and merged with Bruno. As Zoe's body was pressed against the bear he had immediate access to her thoughts. He quickly sensed that the sight of Amanda pushing the (to her) impossibly large rubber penis up into her pussy had frightened the young girl somewhat. "Surely that must have hurt mommy," she thought "why did she force that huge thing inside herself, into her pretty pussy? Surely she didn't enjoy it? Are real penises that big?" She knew from reading her stories that penises came in all shapes and sizes. "Tom Ferguson's wasn't huge, perhaps 7" she tried to recall the details. She pulled back the sheet and crossed to her PC table, picking up the school ruler that lay there. She looked at it and placed her finger part way along the blade then put the ruler down and scampered back to her bed and under the sheet. Her thoughts came back to Robbie as she regained contact with Bruno. "Well it looks like the rubber penis was only about 7" and according to Gina Marie Wylie that's not much above average." Zoe began to calm a little as she reasoned that her mother was easily capable of accommodating the size of the dildo. It still seemed impossibly large in her mind in relation to her own little slit however. As she calmed Robbie sensed that the excitement and desire she had experienced while initially watching her mother was returning. "It was so weird to watch mom, see her naked, watch her doing sex things" she thought "her pussy was very pretty though and she certainly seemed to be having fun. Actually, I guess mom is pretty hot for her age. She still has a wonderful figure, I wonder if that's what I will look like when I'm her age? Her titties were a little bigger than mine, but not by much I think." Robbie could see the sheet move as Zoe raised her hands to cup her own breasts. "I wonder what it would feel like to have someone else feel these, I wonder what Tom Ferguson would make of these? Would he pinch me, would he suck my little baby nipples?" Zoe eased the sheet down her body, sat up and pulled her sleep tee over her head in one movement. She returned her hands to her chest, rolling her fingers over both nipples, feeling every little bump on her aureole, shaking at the feelings she was producing. Robbie groaned inwardly. Having already witnessed Amanda's hot show he was unsure of just how much more stimulation he could take. He could tell the young girl's arousal had soared to the previous plateau she had reached watching her mother. "Mmmmmmmm, would Tom lick me, would he bite me like mom asked dad to do tonight? What would it feel like if dad was here biting my little girl titties?" She shivered at this outrageously naughty thought. Her handsome father was her benchmark against which she compared all men - to date none had lived up to his very high standard. But she had never thought of her father in a sexual way before and the thrill of it sent her arousal spiralling even higher. She moaned quietly as she continued to roll and pinch her nubs, taking them between her thumbs and forefingers, pulling them, squeezing them. She used her legs to push the sheet further down, completely off of her tight teen body. She could feel her puss leaking through her panties, puddling beneath her. She knew she was getting beyond feeling anything she had felt before. She quickly moved her hands down and shucked her panties, bringing her hands to her almost bare pussy. She ran her fingers through her lips and revelled in the little electric shocks it sent coursing through her. She let one hand drift to her hard clit, unconsciously mimicking the action her mother had employed earlier. She remembered what else her mother had done and slowly coated the fingers of her other hand with her juices and dipped them towards her little butt-hole. She tentatively ran her finger around her little pucker, surprised at how good it felt. She tried forcing a finger-tip into her butt and gasped at the sensation it produced. "Oh that is really nasty," she thought "but soooo gooood, uuuuuhhhhhhh, uugggghhhh." She maintained a steady rhythm rubbing her clit and gently fingering her ass. "uhhnnnnn, I wonder what it would feel like to have a 7" cock (oh such a nasty word, cock!) in my little pussy" she thought. "I'm sure it would split me in two. Would Tom really be gentle with me? Would he let me be on top and let me slowly sink onto his cock? Allow me to take my time, to get used the the feeling of being full of his hard penis? Mmmmmmmmmm, oooohhhhhhhhh, yeeeaahhhh, good, so good. Would daddy want to put his big daddy cock into my little pussy if he was here?" Again the sexual thoughts involving her father jolted the young girl. Robbie was struggling to keep still beside her, his own arousal as high as it had ever been, heightened by the fact that he was unable to move lest the young girl realise he was there. "Oooohhhhh daddy, please lick me daddy, pleeeeaasssee daddy, lick your little girl, please." As this thought entered her head, Zoe abruptly stopped working her clit and ass. "This is so wrong" she thought. "I can't believe I am lying here thinking about daddy this way. He's dead for goodness sake, and everything that happened yesterday, this is so sick, so wrong. Guilt washed over her, and she raised one arm to cover her suddenly tear filled eyes, sobbing quietly. In one way Robbie was relieved that she had stopped, he was reaching the point where he could not take any more, but in another way he was worried about the relapse Zoe seemed to have sparked. "I suppose this kind of emotional roller-coaster is to be expected," he thought "given what she's going through, the conflict of the arousal she has been exposed to tonight feeding her emerging sexuality and getting confused with her feelings for her dad and about his death." Zoe's sobbing had subsided a little, she had reverted to hugging the huge bear tightly, seeking comfort in something she was familiar with, something she could hold onto. Robbie could feel her bare little titties press against him and it was all he could do not to squirm away from her grasp to escape the exquisite torture of the feel of them. They lay together, the thirteen year-old girl, the huge cuddly bear and the sixteen year-old 'spirit'. Zoe tossed and turned for some time, racked by her guilt and her grief. Eventually she settled onto her back and began to drift off to sleep. Robbie, lying at her side, whispered softly in her ear, trying to ease her feelings and bring some comfort. "Shhhh angel," he whispered "Sshhh, you've done nothing wrong, you love your daddy and its okay to love him, okay to feel this way. Shhhh angel sleep and rest." Zoe's breathing levelled and as Robbie watched, the rise and fall of her chest became shallower. He wished he hadn't looked at her chest as the night long stimulation was still running strongly in his own thoughts. He also realised that, despite having had a blow job, despite having been fucked by nurse Becky, despite the sights he had seen of both Amanda and Zoe, he had yet to actually touch so much as a breast. He continued to stare at her little titties as they gently rose and fell. He could smell her juices on the fingers of herhand which lay close to his head. He was mumbling quietly to himself as his gaze was hypnotised by the perfection of her breasts - smooth, firm, pale skinned with the dark aureole and nipples proudly on top. "Oh they look so good," he thought "God help me, this is too much, I can't cope with this." He didn't realise that he had begun to whisper again, right into Zoe's ear. "Oh Zoe, your little titties look sooooo gooooood, I really want to touch them angel, I really want you to feel what you wanted, to feel someone squeeze them, pinch your baby nipples, suck them into my mouth, bite gently down on them." His breathing was becoming harder. He fought the urge to slide his hand over her taught stomach, to slide upwards to cup those little titties. He knew it would be so wrong and he willed his hand to stay where it was. The temptation was so bad, the magnetic pull of the twin globes so strong, his need to experience what they felt like so absolute. Breathlessly he allowed his hand to move, it glided up her lean flank, at last came to the side of her right breast as he leaned towards her. The anticipation was extreme as he let his hand move slowly onto her little tittie and he groaned as, finally, he cupped it in his palm. "Ohhhhh angel, perfect, it feels just perfect," he silently whispered. He promised himself that he would content himself with this, no more, he would go no further. Strangely, having given-in to the temptation and now having her little tittie in his hand, feeling its softness, feeling the sensation of her nub hardening against his palm, feeling the flesh hot and real as he caressed it, he was in fact content. He felt himself begin to drift off and whispered finally "And yes Zoe, you were being dense, the school uniform won hands-down." Zoe had been spiralling down towards a deeper sleep. She was vaguely aware of the pleasant feelings coming from the pressure on her right breast but felt it was simply a dream continuation of her earlier activities. When Robbie whispered that the school uniform had won hands-down it was so specific and out of place that she snapped awake. She immediately realised that Bruno was indeed whispering to her and that he seemed to be gently stroking her right breast. The pleasant feelings vanished as she freaked at what was going on. She squealed, jolting Robbie fully awake. Oh god he had been discovered! Robbie reacted by planting one of his hands firmly over Zoe's mouth, desperate to quieten her. He began to urgently whisper in her ear "Shhhhh, Bruno says its time to stop, Bruno says its time to stop." He repeated the phrase over and over for some minutes, gradually feeling the girl cease her struggling but remaining tense. "Zoe please don't freak on me," he said "I know this is absolutely bizarre but believe me I don't know how it happened either. This is all new and strange to me too, please hear me out and talk to me before you scream again. Robbie thought quickly, what could he tell her to explain the inexplicable? "Look," he said I was minding my own business last night when suddenly I found myself cuddling you, whispering to you and rubbing your back as you drifted off to sleep. I don't know how it happened, I can't explain it, but it happened. I am not going to hurt you, I promise, I am only trying to comfort you, to make sure you are safe." Robbie felt instinctively that he could not tell Zoe the whole truth, that would really freak her out. He looked into her eyes and noticed that she had strangely calmed at his words. Indeed her eyes were shining up at him "Is it okay to remove my hand?" he asked. She nodded and he withdrew his hand from over her mouth. "I'm sorry Bruno," she mouthed "you're right this is bizarre and I don't know why I am not freaking, but I think I know why this has happened. Last night when I was hugging you I wished that you could talk and hug me back, it seems I got my wish." The pieces clicked into place for Robbie, he remembered Zoe's words the previous night and the tingle he had felt through his body. He thought Zoe must be right, as outlandish as it might seem. He was amazed that the young girl had rationalised the situation so quickly and so calmly. He realised that she had been put through the wringer in the last day - deep despair surrounding her father's death, extreme arousal and confusion from exposure to some intense sexual situations - it seemed she was desperate for something or someone to anchor her. It appeared that Bruno fit the bill. ------- Chapter 6: Sleepovers "So," said Zoe quietly "the last time I was in school neither bears nor soft toys could speak so there is obviously more to this than you've told me so far. Now you know that I won't freak out on you, will you tell me? If I can take lying here having a conversation with my favourite stuffed animal don't you think I can take what else you might have to explain?" Robbie sighed. He decided she was right and that he might as well take the chance and get everything out in the open. Besides, he was really not comfortable deceiving people. He was naturally inclined to be honest. So he thought he would share everything, despite the fact that he was ashamed of some of the things he had done over the last day or so. "Um, I don't really know where to start," he said. "At the beginning silly," Zoe giggled. "Okay. My name is Robbie MacRae, I'm sixteen-years-old and I come from Glasgow, Scotland..." Robbie glanced at Zoe to see how she was taking this. Her eyes had widened but there were no signs that she was about to scream or anything so he continued with his story. He described the car crash, squeezing Zoe as she stiffened with the memory of her father's death. He tried, with difficulty, to explain about waking up in the ICU room and floating above his unconscious body. Zoe's eyes were growing wider and wider as the tale unfolded. As he began to talk about his meeting with Jason, Zoe clutched at his arm. "You saw daddy? How," she whispered urgently. "He was out of his body just like me," Jason replied. We both watched as a doctor told you and Amanda that he wasn't going to make it." Zoe gasped. "I was holding his hand when all the monitors started to go crazy and it was clear to both of us that he was going. I tried to get him to fight it but it was no use." Zoe was now sobbing quietly at his side. He stopped talking and simply held her. Rubbing her back lightly, moving his hand in circles over her soft skin, willing her to feel better. After some minutes he remembered the phrase and began to whisper it to her as he continued to stroke her back. "Shhhh, shhhh, Bruno says its time to stop now, Bruno says its time to stop now." He repeated this over and over until at last Zoe quietened. "I'mmmm sorrrrry," she stuttered. "I llllove himmm and mmmiss him so much." She paused for a second to control her breathing. "If he was here he would be doing and saying exactly what you are now and it is so hard sometimes to stop from crying, especially when something reminds me of him." "I know, he told me what to say and what to do to comfort you. He told me to tell you his last thoughts were of how much he loved you and your mother and he made me promise to look after you." They lay silently for some minutes as Zoe let this new revelation sink in, to come to terms again with her father's death. "Bruno?" "What is it?" he replied, noting she was still calling him Bruno. "How did you get here, to the house?" "I just followed you and Amanda," he replied. He didn't go on to explain his ability to 'think' himself from one location to another. "Bruno?" "What?" "Do you need to be merged to be able to touch me?" "I don't know, I don't think so," he said. "Could you try please?" Robbie de-merged from Bruno and floated round the bed to approach Zoe from the other side. He reached out to touch her back lightly and she responded by jumping, startled at this sudden change of the direction he was coming from. Robbie stroked her skin, marvelling at how soft and silky it felt. He tried to exert a little more pressure but immediately found his hand sinking to merge with Zoe's cells and tissues. He floated across the bed and merged with Bruno. "It seems I can touch you but only quite lightly," he said. "Why did you think it would work?" "I thought you felt me earlier when I touched your back as you were reading something at your PC so I thought I must be able to do it." In the darkened room Zoe flushed at the thought of Robbie being behind her when she was reading the erotic stories on storiesonline. The flush deepened when she recalled the fashion show she had put on for Bruno and how she had ended it by masturbating. He must have been there because he had whispered that the school uniform had won hands-down. She also came to the uneasy realisation that she was lying naked in bed with a sixteen-year-old boy, almost a complete stranger. "Oh god," she thought, "how long has he been here tonight? Did he watch me rubbing myself, playing with myself? Does he think I'm a disgusting little slut?" Robbie interrupted her thoughts, "no Zoe, I thought you looked beautiful and I'm really sorry I watched you. I fully intended to leave, honest, but you were sssooo hot that I just couldn't pull myself away." "So, he thinks I'm hot?" she thought. "Of course I do. You are so pretty and seeing you like that just about blew me away. It was killing me" "Hold on, are you reading my thoughts?" "Yes." Zoe gasped in astonishment once more. Then the guilt she had felt earlier about having sexual thoughts about her father returned ten times stronger. Had he heard those thoughts? "Yes, Zoe," he said. "I heard those and the ones about Tom Ferguson. I know you are feeling guilty about it but believe me those kind of thoughts are perfectly natural. You don't love anyone as much as you love your dad. At fourteen or fifteen you are also bound to be exploring your sexuality. Without any reference points or experience with boys you couldn't stop thinking about the one male you are with most and feel closest to, even if you tried. Honestly there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. And I'm sure if Tom was here he would tell you the same thing." Zoe thought about what he had said. She was sure he was right, Tom would say the same things but that was a story, not real life, so she couldn't fully shake off her guilt. But at least she felt a little bit better. Then she thought "so you think I'm fifteen?" That made her little chest swell, to be thought of as older was quite a thrill, it made her feel almost grown-up. "Yes," he said. "Why?" "I'm only thirteen," she replied. It was Robbie's turn to gasp in surprise. While he recovered, Zoe carried on. "So you think I'm pretty?" she asked. "Beautiful," he replied. "As beautiful as your mother." As soon as he said it Robbie could have kicked himself, he had really put his foot in it now. "So you've watched mom too?" she asked in quiet anger. "You're one to talk," he replied "wasn't that you at her bedroom door with your hand in your panties?" Zoe blushed once more in the darkness. He was right, she thought, she was just as bad, spying on her mother like that. She understood now what he meant earlier when he said he couldn't pull himself away from watching her rubbing herself. She had felt the same fascination and inability to pull her eyes off of her pretty mom when she was playing with her pussy. "So let me sum this up," the thirteen-year-old continued in a whisper. "You found yourself out of your body. You talked with my father and promised to look after mom and me. Then you lay holding me all night last night to comfort me. You watched me perform a little show and you've watched me, umm, rub myself twice. You've watched mom play with her toy and then, finally, I found you stroking me when I woke up. Does that about cover everything?" Robbie decided that telling Zoe about his experiences with Becky was best left out for now. "Um, yeah, apart from the fact that I also experienced you rubbing yourself on Bruno's chest and leg," he said sheepishly. They both lapsed into silence. Robbie could 'hear' the jumble of thoughts rushing round inside the girl's head. He could sense the idea that he was merged with Bruno was still just too abstract for her to grasp and she was thinking of him largely as 'Bruno'. She was replaying the scenes of both her own and her mother's sexual activities and that was jumbled up with thoughts of the loss of her father and even some scenes that Robbie guessed must be part of the Tom Ferguson story. He could discern different emotions coming from her. Eventually Robbie could tell that Zoe had allowed her erotic thoughts to override the others she was experiencing and he could feel her squeezing her thighs together, squirming slightly. She focussed on the possibilities her current position presented. Robbie felt her eyes on him/Bruno as these thoughts took shape in her mind and he knew what she was about to do. Of all the competing thoughts that had been in her mind, of all the competing emotions, she had settled on remembering the feel of his hand stroking her when she had awoken. Robbie realised that she had found the feeling highly exciting and that she wanted more. With a growing sense of unease he waited for her to finally make up her mind and to take some action. She hesitated, unsure as to what to do, unsure of what his reaction might be, unsure about what he would think of her if she made a move. As unsure as any thirteen-year-old about what she was feeling and what she really wanted. At last Robbie felt her decide, but just before she could reach out to him he stopped her. He gathered himself and focussed on projecting his thoughts to her. Her startled look confirmed that he had succeeded. "Zoe, this is not what you need right now, believe me. You need to focus on everything that is happening to you. You've been through the mill, exposed to some extreme emotional situations - the death of your father, seeing your mother highly aroused - that's some highly charged stuff. Sometimes we get so confused by supercharged emotions that we don't do the right thing. We can go a wee bit crazy. You've heard about people doing stupid things 'on the re-bound' haven't you? You know, like boys thinking they can take liberties when a girl has just broken up with someone? We can sometimes try to strike out at the world, try to defy the natural order of things and get ourselves in way over our heads, go further than we ever would normally go or want to go." "That's not the basis for deciding you want to experience sex, and certainly not with someone who is a virtual stranger. It's important for social animals to come to terms with their grief. You need to grieve for your father, be there for Amanda, but most of all spend some time focussing on what Jason meant to you and how you keep that with you as you carry on with your life. If you duck that and instead try to find some kind of comfort in sex you'll hate yourself later, you know you will. Yes, find comfort from those around you, we all need that, need to feel contact with others, but we should do that as rationally as possible. Please think about what it is you really need, really need Zoe, and then talk to me. We can be knocked out of our strides by things like this, completely change our normal way of acting and we need to try to step back and keep things real. I promised Jason I would look after you and I'm not gonna fail at the first test. Please listen to me, sex is not what you need right now, let me just hold you and comfort you, please?" Zoe sighed and felt acute frustration at Robbie stopping her after she had weighed things up and steeled herself to make a move to instigate a sexual encounter. She pondered what he had said, unable to deal with the complex and conflicting emotions that he had referred to. She wasn't happy but decided there was something in his words. She wrapped her arms around him and tried to accept going to sleep as an alternative to the racier ideas she had entertained earlier. Robbie rested too. He became aware of dawn breaking as the room gradually brightened. As more light came in he was able to make out Zoe's features as she lay beside him, breathing softly. He looked at her pretty face, her pouting mouth and realised that despite everything he had experienced he had still not kissed a girl. He leaned over carefully and brought his lips to hers in a gentle, soft, caress. The feel of them against his own set his heart racing and he lost himself in the sensation until at last he felt her awakening, felt her returning the sensuous caress of his lips with her own. "Mmmmmmmmmm," Zoe moaned as she came fully awake. She realised she was in the middle of her very first kiss and she decided that she really liked the feeling. "What a great way to be woken up," she thought. "Thank you. That was a lovely, even if I can't see you," she giggled. "That was my first ever kiss. Are they all going to be that good?" "Mine too, and I'll always try my best," said Robbie. "Now come on sleepy head, no more. "Okay, I'm getting up for breakfast." "I need to go and check on things at the hospital," he thought to her. "I'll catch up with you later." "Okay, bye Robbie," she replied. Robbie noticed with pleasure that she had referred to him by name for the first time. He smiled to himself happily and leaned forward to peck her cheek as he made to leave, "Bye," he said and flitted off to the ICU room. Zoe raised her hand to her cheek, touching the spot where she had felt the kiss and smiled to herself. She leapt up and proceeded to dress then headed downstairs to snag breakfast. Her mother was in the kitchen and she approached her from behind, hugging her tightly. "And to what do I owe that treat dear daughter," she laughed. Zoe beamed at hearing her mother laugh. She poured some cereal and added milk. Through a mouthful of cereal she asked her mother "Mom, was anyone else involved in the crash daddy was in?" Amanda was surprised at her daughter being willing to raise issues surrounding her father's death so soon after the event. She was amazed at Zoe's resilience. "I'm afraid so honey, there was a family in another car and daddy's car hit it. The mom and dad died but their son was rescued by the emergency services. I believe he had to be cut out of the car but wasn't badly hurt." "Can we go visit the boy mom?" "Why would we do that honey?" "I guess because maybe daddy was a little bit to blame for him losing his mom and dad and because he is kinda a last link to daddy." Amanda thought about Zoe's response. She could see some logic in what she said and was proud of her daughter's thoughtfulness. She tried to think of a down-side to visiting the boy and concluded that the only potential negatives were bringing Jason's death back into focus and the sight of the boy in the hospital. Zoe seemed to be handling the first issue surprisingly well and as the boy had apparently not been badly hurt the second shouldn't be a big issue. She decided that it might be a good thing to agree and go and see this boy. "Okay honey, I'll phone Dr Anderson at the hospital to make sure its okay, but I agree, perhaps we have a responsibility to go and visit this boy." Zoe hid her little smile of triumph. Her main aim had been to get a chance to check-out Robbie MacRae, ace kisser and sometime bear impersonator. "Mom, I'm planning to sleepover at Alison's tonight so could we go this morning so I can get ready this afternoon?" Amanda agreed. She lifted the phone mounted on the wall of the kitchen and dialled Valley County Hospital, asking to be put through to Dr Mike Anderson. Mike was the doctor who had been in attendance when Jason passed away and she felt that he was her best chance of cutting through the inevitable bureaucracy and red tape at the hospital. After a lengthy delay he came on the line and he confirmed that, although it was somewhat unusual, he should be able to arrange for Amanda and Zoe to visit Robbie. "We're all set honey, we need to be at Valley County Hospital within the hour and Dr Anderson will make sure we get in to see the boy. His name is Robbie MacRae, apparently he is Scotch," Amanda advised Zoe. They soon set out for the hospital, Zoe trying to contain her excitement lest her mother spot that something unusual was going on. Amanda parked in the same car park she had used two days before after receiving the news of Jason's accident. They made their way into the hospital through an icy wind. At the reception desk they asked the duty nurse to page Dr Anderson. Robbie had returned to the ICU room some time earlier and quickly merged into his body. He ran a check of his cells and tissues, feeling himself able to examine them in minute detail, and thought he could detect an improvement in his breathing. Nothing else seemed to have changed. He focussed on his unconscious mind, quickly identifying once more the black spot he had tried to breech on his last trip. He decided there was something key about this spot, he was convinced that in some way his comatose state was linked to it. He circled the inky blackness, probing it with his senses, trying to find some way of breaking into its core. His attempts were disturbed by the arrival in the ICU room of a doctor and nurse Becky. Robbie floated out of his body and took up a position in one corner of the room, watching what the medical staff were up to. It became clear to him that his feeling about his breathing was in fact correct. The doctor and the nurse removed the tube from his mouth and throat that were hooked up to a ventilator that had been helping him breathe up until this point. "Well at least there are signs of some improvement," the doctor said. Still nothing to indicate he might regain consciousness but that could happen at any time. Could you make sure everything is tidied away nurse. I have agreed he can have some visitors this morning and we don't want them getting the impression we run a messy ward." Nurse Becky tidied the medical equipment onto the trolley that held the ventilator as the doctor left the ICU room. Robbie floated over to make contact with her and open up her thoughts. "Well looks like I wont have the chance for a repeat performance with my stud here today," she snapped. "Who can be visiting a sixteen-year-old foreign orphan? And why couldn't they have left it until this afternoon so I could have had my fun?" She could feel her panties were still wet with the juices she had been producing for the last hour as she had anticipated taking advantage of the young boy once more. The fact that he seemed to be recovering and that her opportunities for a repeat might be limited simply added to her frustration. She finished her tidy up and left the room, obviously angered by the situation that had sunk her plans. Robbie was also wondering who his visitors might be. "Well, he said this morning so it shouldn't be too long until I find out," he thought. He floated over to the chair beside the bed and prepared himself for the wait. About an hour or so later the ICU room door opened and the doctor returned. Robbie was amazed to see Amanda and Zoe follow him into the room. While Amanda's gaze immediately went to his unconscious form and continued staring, Zoe had taken a long look at his body, particularly his face Robbie thought, but had then begun to furtively look round the room as if searching for his 'ghostly' form. "Mike thank you so much for helping us out here," said Amanda. "Zoe felt we had a responsibility to come and see how the boy was doing given the circumstances that led to him being here." "Why you little minx," thought Robbie. You might be able to fool your mother but I know you're here simply so you can check me out!" "That's okay Amanda, it's the least I could do for you," said Dr Anderson. "Besides you are unlikely to get in the way as we have so far been unable to identify any next of kin for the boy. His parents had no brothers or sisters and there are no surviving grandparents either. The poor boy seems to be entirely alone and to be honest I'm hoping we can contact somebody before he comes round. I'm not sure how he will cope with finding out he is alone, on top of the shock of the crash." Unable to find anything out of the ordinary elsewhere in the room, Zoe returned her attention to the boy in the hospital bed. She moved closer to get a better look at Robbie MacRae. He seemed tall to her, tall for sixteen anyway and from what she could see he was pretty well built. He had shortish brown hair and Zoe wished she could see his eyes, eyes that were currently closed and which still showed faint bruising. She let her gaze drop to his mouth, shivering in pleasure as she remembered the feel of her first kiss, her first ever kiss and these had been the lips that had caressed hers. Overall the impression she had was that he had a 'strong' face, perhaps indicating a strength of personality. "He's sooo cute," she thought, reaching out and stroking the hand closest to her. Amanda looked on with surprise and growing amusement at the intensity of her daughter's scrutiny of the unconscious boy. When Zoe began to stroke Robbie's hand and stare almost lovingly at his face Amanda was puzzled by the familiarity. If she didn't know better she would swear that her daughter was visiting a very good friend who had been hurt, not a complete stranger. She determined she would need to question her daughter later. Robbie also watched Zoe as she stared at his unconscious form and began to stroke his hand. He was moved by the obvious emotion displayed on her face but still felt that some pay back was in order for her sneaking in to see him without mentioning anything. He floated up behind Zoe and softly stroked her little bottom through the short denim skirt she was wearing. Zoe jumped, startled by the unexpected contact but quickly tried to cover up by shivering and shrugging her shoulders. "Are you all right Zoe?" her mother asked. "Yes mom, just a draught." Robbie dropped his hand under her skirt and continued stroking her cheeks. He whispered in her ear "You are so going to get it later for being such a sneak." Zoe smiled to herself, thrusting her bottom back onto the hand she could feel there. Robbie laughed in her ear and whispered that he would see her later to discuss the importance of being open and honest with people rather than being a sneak. After around thirty minutes the doctor returned and asked Amanda and Zoe if they were ready to leave. They followed him from the room leaving Robbie alone once more. He guessed he had some time to kill before Zoe would be home so returned to the problem of the black spot in his mind for a while before thinking himself back to Zoe's. When he arrived back in Zoe's room she was absorbed with something on the PC. He floated up behind her and was delighted to see that she was surfing a website about Glasgow, his home (www.seeglasgow.com/). She was reviewing some fascinating facts about Glasgow: John Logie Baird, inventor of television, transmitted the first long distance TV pictures from a room in the Central Hotel, Glasgow. The Cunard Shipping Line was founded in Glasgow and that the liners Queen Mary, Queen Elizabeth, QE2 and the Royal Yacht Britannia were all built on the River Clyde at Clydebank. Greenock-born James Watt invented the separate condenser after a walk on Glasgow Green in 1765, an invention which made the steam engine economically viable. Craignethan Castle, by Crossford, is where Mary Queen of Scots is reputed to have spent her last night of freedom. Charles Macintosh, inventor of the waterproof coat, lived and worked in Glasgow where, in 1824, he was responsible for the first commercial manufacture of the waterproof material. Granville Sharp Pattison, a Glasgow Surgeon, emigrated to the United States in 1816 and founded the Baltimore Infirmary, the country's first teaching hospital. Charles Rennie Mackintosh, the world-famous architect and designer, was born in Glasgow in 1868. His work can be seen in many locations in and around the city. Roy Rogers and Trigger are reputed to have descended the staircase of Glasgow's Central Hotel. Glasgow City Chambers features a miniature version of the Statue of Liberty. Robbie touched her gently but she still jumped. "I see you're getting acquainted with the bigger Glasgow," he thought to her. "Robbie, you have to find a better way to announce your presence or I am going to die young from a heart attack," responded Zoe. "Glasgow comes from the Scots Gaelic 'Gleschu' which means 'dear, green place'," he thought to her. "That recognises the beautiful parkland and countryside when the town was founded by St. Mungo in the sixth century. Zoe couldn't quite come to terms with the fact that Robbie's home town was so old, almost back to the birth of Christ she thought. "Even now the city has more square metres of parkland per head of population than any other city in Britain," he told her proudly. Zoe could feel the depth of his pride and love for his home city and country in his thoughts. She decided she needed to do her bit for Glasgow, Montana. "Montana comes from the Spanish word for mountain," she responded. "The reason for that should be obvious if you have toured here, there's plenty of them. Our biggest attraction is Fort Peck Dam." She described the downtown attractions of her Glasgow before thinking, "Okay we might not have the scale that your Glasgow has but I am still proud of my town," defiantly. The teenagers spent an enjoyable hour sharing thoughts and information about themselves and their towns through the internet. Robbie directed her to www.clan-macrae.org.uk/scotland/ and Zoe could feel an even greater depth of pride coming from him as Robbie introduced her to the clan MacRae. He explained the pronunciation of the clan's Gaelic battle cry - SGURR UARAN - "it should sounds like 'skewer ooran'," he said, "it comes from the name of one of the five mountains of our traditional lands," he said. "I guess we are mountain people too." He laughed. He asked her if she had watched the original 'Highlander' movie with Sean Connery and Christopher Lambert. When she confirmed she had watched the DVD he told her that the castle in the film was a real castle - Eilean Donan Castle - and his clan were the hereditary keepers of the castle. He showed Zoe the fifteen clan MacRae tartans and ended by telling her that the clan motto was one word - 'Fortitude'. "Now. I'm sorry but I need to let you know that it is a great insult to refer to a Scotsman or Scot as 'Scotch'. It's a really bad thing to say, we get really upset. Only whisky and some other produce are Scotch. The people are always Scots, Scottish or Scotsmen." Zoe could feel the deepest feeling yet coming from Robbie and she realised this was very important to him. She was having a great time sharing things with her new friend but there was still a sense of frustration that continued to come back to her mind every so often. She had thought about Robbie's words from the night before. She could understand his concerns and she appreciated his obvious concern for her but she knew she was ready to explore sex, had been for some time and she was frustrated at his unwillingness to go along with her. In fact, his promise to her father to look after her and his reluctance to do anything with her two nights in a row had convinced her that she could trust him and fuelled her belief that he was therefore the right one to experiment with. Zoe raised the subject and explained to Robbie that she had considered his words carefully but that she was sure that she wanted to share something with him. "I've been experimenting with masturbation for months now, " she admitted with a flush, "and I've been wanting to go further but didn't know how to go about it. I don't know how far I want to go but I definitely want to go further than that kiss we shared this morning. And I now know you are pretty cute into the bargain," she giggled and directed her thoughts to him. Robbie was still very uneasy but his connection with Zoe confirmed for him what she was saying was all true. He couldn't deny to himself that he wanted to share something with the young girl too, despite her age. At last his hormones and her determination convinced him to go along with her. His own inexperience surfaced as he asked her "okay, how should we do this?" Zoe still clung on to some vestige of re-assurance in the shape of Bruno, and wasn't sure how she could interact with a 'ghost' form so she suggested it might be best if they started with Robbie merged with the bear. His ability to only connect with her lightly also suggested that some re-inforcement, something tangible for her to hold in terms of the grizzly might be a help. The two teens quietly lay down on Zoe's bed, Robbie merging with the huge bear. They both recognised that they were almost back in the position they had been in the night before. Robbie again left it to Zoe to initiate what it was she might want to happen. She sat up and pulled her tee shirt over her head to bare her young breasts, pleased by Robbie's gasp, and then completed her strip be lowering her skirt and panties. She lay back on the bed and before her determination could desert her she nervously pulled Bruno's large paw across to her right breast. Having got this decisive move over with Zoe relaxed and began to pant quietly at the feeling of someone/something other than herself touching her little breast. Robbie delighted in the feeling and he began to stroke lightly over the hardening nipple. "Yeeesssss," he heard in her thoughts, "oooohhhhh yessssss Robbie, mmmmmmmffff, mmmmmmmmm, ooohhhhhh yeeessss it feels good, uuhhhhh, mmmmmmmm." This feeling was new and exciting for her, sending little jolts and sparks directly down to her clit. "Mmmmmmmm, uuuhhh, uh, uh," he heard. "Harder Robbie, squeeze it harder, please Robbie, squeeze it Robbie, mmmmmmm, mmmmm." Robbie sensed a feeling of frustration coming from Zoe as he was unable to apply the degree of pressure she was demanding. She was pressing the large bear paw harder against her own flesh but that had no impact on the force that Robbie could bring to bear without simply losing his touch and merging with Zoe's tissues. "Ooooohhhhhh Robbie don't tease me, please, please, harder, squeeze it harder, uh uh." Robbie thought of some way of satisfying the girl's growing urgency, of raising her enjoyment. He let his ghostly body slip part way out of the bear, leaned forward and took her left nipple between his lips. He was able to apply slight pressure and swiped his tongue over the nub, having an immediate effect on Zoe. "Ooohhhhh Robbie, what are you doing, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmfffff, oooohhhh that feels soooo goooodd, ooohhh Robbie, yeeeeaaahhhhh, uuuuhhhh, yessss, oohhhhhh yessss, Mmmmmmmmm, sooo naughty." Robbie heard from the little girl as she writhed beneath him. He continued stroking and suckling her globes feeling her arousal spiral upwards. He then surprised Zoe yet again when he moved his left hand off of her breast and let it slip slowly down over her ribs, over her rippling stomach and down towards her teen pussy. Her breathing stopped and she bit down on her lip, anticipating his touch on her sex. Robbie let his fingers trail softly over her pubic bone, bypassing where he knew her clit to be and instead moved down her inner thigh, dragging out the moment. Zoe let out her breath and moaned anew as he stroked softly up and down her inner thigh before at last sliding a finger from the bottom of her soaking little slit to the top. "Aaaahhhhhh, mmmmffffff, yesssss Robbie, oooohhhhh, uuuuhhhhhh, uuuggghhhhhh, mmmmmmmm, touching me, ooohhhhhh feels ssooooooo goood, sooooo gentle, sooooo goood, mmmmmmmmm, ooohhhhh bad, you're so very bad." Zoe was mewling constantly now, softly but urgently as she felt his finger saw slowly between her labial lips, smearing her juices. Robbie was enthralled by the feel of her. The feeling on his finger as it coated with her slick juices and ran over her inner lips, it was driving him crazy. He maintained his licking action on her little nubs while exploring her folds with his fingers. His own pleasure was rising as he heard her respond to what he was doing to her, he was getting off on the little girl's pleasure. The feelings that Zoe was experiencing were intense but she knew she needed something else, something was missing and she knew instinctively what she needed was penetration, that was it, needed it more than anything else, and now. "Robbie, push your finger inside me, please Robbie, use your finger on me please, pleeeeaaasssse." She pleaded shyly. Robbie tried to push a finger into her narrow opening but again was frustrated at not being able to apply the necessary pressure. Instead he slid his fingers higher and began to stroke the little nub of her clitoris. That brought an immediate reaction from Zoe and her mewling became deeper and more frantic. Robbie had a moment of inspiration and pressed the hand that was sandwiched between them firmly into Zoe's flesh. His hand merged with her tissues and he was able to experience what she was feeling directly, every bolt of pleasure, every spark of electric arousal, the sensations coming from her clit and her nipples, the juices leaking from her pussy running down and tickling over her pucker, the tremors inside her pussy. He was also able to sense her frustration at having reached some form of plateau. Zoe was desperate to realise the massive orgasm she sensed was just out of reach, bigger and more satisfying than anything she had so far experienced, she pulled away from the bear/Robbie and sat up. "Robbie, lie down, quickly," she gasped. Robbie already knew what she intended and he simply merged with the grizzly and lay back. Zoe swung one leg over the bear and lowered herself onto its snout. "Mmmmmmmmfffff, mmmmmmmm." She moaned as she felt the exquisite sensation of a tongue lapping at her for the very first time, a feeling she would always remember she thought. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh, yeeessssssssss." Came the gasp as the tongue swiped over her clit "you really are, uh, uuuhh, naughty, bad but soooooo goood". Robbie turned up the intensity of his licking, savouring the sweet oily taste leaking out of her little slit. He decided he loved the taste of her, laving her clit, trying to help her crest the wave of her orgasm. He felt Zoe pull both of the bear's paws up to her little titties and he responded by stroking across both nipples, revelling once more in the feel of the soft but firm flesh. "Uuuhhh, uuuhhhh, uuuhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm," she mewled. He let his left hand sink further into Zoe's flesh to reconnect with the feelings he was giving her. He sensed she was almost there but that she still needed something more to push her over the edge. Robbie concentrated as best he could and tried to send his thoughts directly to Zoe. "Is your daddy's tongue pleasing your little pussy angel? Do you like daddy sucking and licking your little girl slit?" he thought to her. Zoe sat bolt upright, pulling herself upwards, mashing her clit harshly against the hard plastic nose on the end of the bear's snout. That gave her the level of pressure on her sensitive body that she had been searching for. That, combined with the nasty words that Robbie had planted in her head were enough to send Zoe over. She bounced frantically up and down on Robbie's tongue roughly dragging her clit against the bear's nose each time as she struggled to maintain her rhythm, to remain quiet, to extract every ounce of pleasure. Robbie could feel the explosion coming, experience the sensory overload. At last she could hold it no longer and as it washed over her she raised her own hands to her little titties and violently squeezed and pulled at her nipples. "Daddddeeeeeeeeee, oooohhhhhhhhh dadddeeeeeeeeeee," she squealed as she jerked spastically time and time again, eventually slumping over onto her back beside the bear, exhausted, completely drained, completely satisfied. "Thank you Robbie, that was beautiful, just what I needed and everything I thought it would be. We need to talk about the daddy part though, I'm not entirely comfortable with that." She continued dreamily. She was still lying back, revelling in the afterglow of her incredible orgasm when she was rudely jerked back to reality by her mother's shout that it was time to leave for Alison's. She had to rush around frantically getting dressed and stuffing overnight things into her knapsack. She bent quickly and kissed the bear/Robbie tenderly "Mmmmmm, thank you my big Scotch, oops Scots, bear, sorry to have to run out on you" she murmured before dashing out of the bedroom. Robbie lay back conflicted by the incredible feelings he had experienced set against the continued doubt as to whether he had chosen the right decision to give in to Zoe's desires (well his too if he was really honest). He decided that following Zoe to Alison's was not a good idea right now, besides he had promised to look after Amanda too so he felt it was probably right to remain at the Gray's house for the night. When Amanda returned from dropping off Zoe he touched her softly and remained linked as she wandered through the house doing small domestic tasks to keep herself occupied. Zoe entered the family room of the Beckwith household with her friend Alison. "I've rented a great DVD to watch tonight," said Alison excitedly. "And daddy has bought us chips, dips and sodas. How do you fancy the latest Harry Potter?" Alison was doing all that she could to keep the conversation going, concerned that her friend might need lifted out of her grief. Zoe was quite amused at her friends antics but recognised that she was trying her best to cheer her up and to take her mind off of the troubles she was experiencing. She had already seen the movie but thought she could sit through it again as she had enjoyed it the first time. The two friends settled in front of the TV and Alison's father, Doug, was gracious enough to put chips in bowls, set out the dips and serve up sodas from the chiller. They were both lying on their fronts watching the movie while Doug sat behind them on the family sofa. Zoe was a little uneasy as she sensed that Alison's dad was checking them both out. She periodically used the reflective nature of the TV screen to look where Doug's gaze was focussed. She was sure that he was looking at their bottoms, indeed he seemed to be sinking lower on the sofa as if to get a better view up Zoe's short skirt and Alison's loose shorts. Zoe felt he was very creepy and she was very uncomfortable. Robbie sat with Amanda as she cried quietly on the sofa, wishing he could do something to comfort her. He was totally disconnected to what Zoe was up to. Zoe was eager to escape what she felt was the inappropriate attention of Mr Beckwith, which really made her feel uncomfortable, but Alison was strangely reluctant to go up to her room. Zoe pushed and eventually her friend relented. They said their goodnights to Doug and headed upstairs. The girls used the bathroom at the top of the stairs to wash, clean their teeth and get ready for bed. Once they were snuggled under the blankets in Alison's big bed the girls began to whisper too each other about the usual subjects about which teen girls gossiped. They ran the rule over the best guys in their year, comparing them and their assets while they giggled away. Eventually Zoe took the opportunity of mentioning that she thought she had noticed Mr Beckwith checking them out during the movie. Alison giggled again. "Sure, I bet he was, he's a dirty old man and probably hasn't been getting any since mom left," she said. Her mother had left abruptly a year earlier and there had been no contact since. "Don't you wish he was here touching you now," asked Alison. "Wouldn't that be sooo cool? Wouldn't you love to have an experienced man explain everything and show you the joys of sex. Don't you wish he would do that for you?" she asked. As she said this she let her hands rise to cup Zoe's breasts through her tee shirt. Zoe froze, holding her breath, wondering what her friend was doing. Alison leaned into Zoe and kissed her on the lips, using her tongue to sensuously tease Zoe's little cupid's bow. Zoe could feel herself responding to the feel of Alison's hands and lips, despite the fact that she had never thought of a girl in a sexual way. "Don't you wish he was here now?" whispered Alison. Zoe's responses were more to do with the touches of her friend than any prospect of contact with her father. She moaned into Alison's mouth and raised her own hands to cup Alison's titties. No sooner had she grasped Alison's breasts and stroked over her nipples than Alison stiffled a painful gasp. Zoe could feel her friend freeze rigidly and begin to shake. She realised that something was badly wrong, the mood had most certainly been broken, and she leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp. Zoe took control, raising Alison's sleep tee to uncover her breasts. She gasped at the red, angry look of both of Alison's nipples and the bruising that was clear on each mound. "What happened to you? Who did this?" she asked. She was concerned to see her friend frantically looking round the room as if searching for a mystery attacker. Alison felt a touch on her arm and immediately heard her father's thoughts. "I told you it was important to get the little slut to 'wish' that I was teaching her baby girl. You need to make her say the words otherwise I will have to hurt you again. You don't want to end up like your mother do you? Get her to say the words, 'I wish'" he repeated. Alison shuddered and Zoe pulled her close and held her friend wondering what was going on. ------- Chapter 7: Meet the Beckwiths (Warning: there are some dark sequences in this chapter, but I thought they were crucial to the plot and to developing the character. Nothing that bad in the remainder of the story. Promise!) Zoe held Alison as she continued to sob quietly. The girl was so upset that her father could read in her thoughts that she would be incapable of following his instructions anytime soon. His connection to Zoe also informed him that she had no interest in him, in fact that was an understatement. His ghostly spirit departed, returning to his body which was lying on the sofa in the family room downstairs. Zoe comforted Alison, continuing to question her softly as to how her little body seemed to have been so harshly treated. She thought that Alison appeared nervous and evasive and she certainly did not believe the explanation she was giving. "Um, I guess I was really excited about you coming over tonight," she said. "I'm sorry but I have been thinking this way for some time now, thinking about sex, sex with daddy and with you too. I was lying here thinking about it and I must have got kinda carried away. Maybe I was a bit too rough when I was playing." Zoe was sceptical but in light of her thoughts about her own dad she conceded that there could be some truth in what Alison was saying. Strangely, she was not feeling repulsed by Alison's admission that she had been thinking sexual thoughts about her too or about the fact that her friend had initiated something with her only a few minutes before. But it was clear the mood had been broken and a continuation of what she had started was not on the cards, "... at least this evening," Zoe thought. "Zoe, do you think I am really bad for thinking about you and daddy like this?" Zoe considered the question and decided that the best way to effectively comfort her friend was to share her own guilty thoughts with her. "A friend told me recently that it was quite natural to think of my father that way," she said. "I've been thinking how handsome dad was." Alison felt her friend shiver but didn't realise it was because Zoe had realised this was the first time she had thought of Jason in the past tense. She continued, "I guess I've been thinking about sex a lot recently too, exploring, you know, reading stuff on the internet and, um, touching myself. My friend explained that as I had no experience to fall back on then and because I loved dad so much, it was only natural that my thoughts and emotions got all jumbled together. I still feel some guilt about thinking of dad like that but if you're bad then I must be too. I haven't ever thought about doing anything with another girl before but I'm not totally freaked out by it. I think I liked kissing you but I need some time to think about how I feel about it." Alison flushed at the thought of being together with Zoe. She noted Zoe's reference to a 'friend' and wracked her brains to think who she might be talking about. To the best of her knowledge Zoe didn't have any other close friends apart from her. Neither had she missed the use of the word 'then' in relation to her friend's sexual experience. "Um, Zoe are you dating someone?" she asked. "Of course not silly," Zoe replied defensively. She mistakenly thought she would never be able to explain Robbie's existence and what they had done together to her friend. It was still too bizarre for her to fully come to terms with, never mind Alison she thought. "If I was dating you would know all about it of course." Zoe was still worried about the abuse evident on her friend's breasts and had one more try at getting to the bottom of it. "Um, Alison, has your father actually touched you sexually, you know like, for real?" "No!" Alison responded quickly, too quickly Zoe thought. "But I do think about it a lot and wish he would maybe try something with me." The flat, almost dead, tone in which Alison said these words belied their truth. "Some of the other girls at school have been dating and doing stuff and I feel I am being left behind. I know no-one is going to be asking me out anytime soon, I mean, look at me, I don't exactly have the 'attractions' that all the boys seem to think are most important." Zoe looked her friend over. She was shorter than Zoe, with collar length black hair, large deep brown eyes and beautiful olive skin. Although her chest was small, Zoe still thought the overall package was way better than her friend was giving herself credit for. "Don't put yourself down so much Ally, you are very pretty and I bet there are lots of boys out there who think so too." "Fat chance," her friend disagreed, "but I know that dad loves me," she continued, again Zoe detected that flat tone. "I know he likes what he sees, I'm sure I've caught him looking at me and mom has been gone for some time so maybe there is some chance he wants to. He must be lonely. Don't you think he is handsome Zoe, wouldn't you like to do something with him?" Zoe was uncomfortable with the direction this was taking again - "Why is she pushing me towards her dad?" she thought. She still felt creeped out at the memory of him looking at her earlier. "Never going to happen girlfriend," she said with finality. "I suppose I just don't see him the way you do." The girls' conversation tapered off as they grew increasingly tired and eventually they slept, still hugging each other and still with the bedside lamp burning brightly. Downstairs Doug Beckwith was sitting up, staring blankly at the TV screen but not seeing it. He was deep in thought about his second unsuccessful attempt at gaining some control over the Gray family. Doug had become obsessed with Amanda Gray after seeing her from a distance at numerous school events. Doug had a number of ghastly secrets and he thought back on the events of the past year. Doug was a mean bully, as simple as that. His family was wealthy and he was spoilt. A bully throughout school, this continued into his early adult life. His personality had led to an interest in dominating women and to sadism. He had spent many hours surfing web-sites to fulfil his extreme tastes. Although he dreamed of having his very own slave-slut to meet all of his demands, his terrible attitude to females meant that he rarely convinced a girl or woman to go out with him, and even more rarely to go out more than once. He had met his future wife, Caroline, at a keg party while in college. She was a natural submissive and somehow the pair, who outwardly seemed a complete mismatch, formed an unlikely couple. They married quietly, he had no friends to speak of and hers were dismayed at her choice and didn't attend the wedding as a consequence. Alison had been born only eighteen months after the marriage by which time Doug's treatment of Caroline was already brutal but she submitted to his increasingly sadistic sexual treatment and outright humiliation of her. His family's wealth allowed him the luxury of not having to keep down a job, instead he filled his time devising elaborate dominant games he could play with his wife-slave. He also found his interests becoming ever more extreme, he became interested in satanism, obsessed with power and his web searches frequently included obscure subjects and research into ritualism. Just over a year ago, Doug had stumbled over one such obscure site featuring a ritual that claimed to invest the practitioner with power and control over others. The ritual involved the incantation of an ancient form of words while subjecting a victim to a particularly violent sexual act. The description of the act itself was enough to catch Doug's interest and he would have been content simply acting it out with Caroline as part of his 'normal' regime of brutality. While he laughed at the claim the site made as to gaining power over others, the possibility still piqued his curiosity and he knew he would try the ritual with Caroline as soon as possible. He had prepared everything that very night. Alison was sleeping over at the Gray's. Caroline was stripped naked and tied tightly, both hand and foot, to the marital bed. Doug climbed onto the bed and kneeled between her obscenely stretched legs. He was already panting heavily with lust as he fisted his cock to hardness and, with no preamble, positioned the mushroom head at the entrance to Caroline's ass and thrust powerfully into her. Caroline screamed as his penis stretched her beyond belief. Without lubrication her anal passage was ripped terribly and Doug actually thrilled to the feel of her blood beginning to ease his continuing thrusts. Caroline's screams had subsided and Doug couldn't believe that she seemed to be starting to get into what he was doing, thrusting her ass back to meet each of his thrusts, grunting in time and pulling her lips tightly across her clenched teeth in an erotic rictus. Doug picked up a small paring knife that he had placed on the bedside cabinet in readiness. He used the knife to cut deeply just below each of Caroline's nipples his arousal soaring as he watched the ruby coloured blood immediately leak from the wounds, running over Caroline's breasts, down over her ribs to stain the sheet below her. Caroline had watched as the knife descended towards her. She had been surprised that the pain she felt was not sharp but rather dull and throbbing, as if she had been punched in the chest, the throbs were in time with her pulse. It was perhaps a measure of how far Caroline had sunk in responding to Doug's brutal games over many years that she seemed to become more aroused at the sight of her own blood. Her eyes widened and she thrashed anew below him. Doug snapped out of the trance-like stupor that had come over him watching the twin streams of Caroline's blood drain over her flanks, puddling, at her sides, glistening in the light cast from the overhead lamp. He knew he had to move quickly now. The onrushing orgasm he felt was accelerating due to the feeling of total power over her, fed by the tangible smell of her blood. He dipped his fingers into the blood on her left breast and daubed it across both her cheeks and her forehead. He began to forcefully chant the required words and squeezed both of her breasts, covering his hands in fresh blood before savagely grabbing her by the throat and squeezing with all his strength. The ritual called for them both to orgasm simultaneously and by the sounds and actions coming from Caroline she was close too. The website had referred to this as 'auto-erotic asphyxia', denying oxygen to the brain during the sex act. It was supposed to heighten sexual pleasure and Doug noted in an almost detached way that Caroline was indeed thrashing with renewed vigour. Whether this was due to increased pleasure or terror that she could not breathe, he would find out shortly as still continuing his thrusts into her ass and his chanting, he slowly throttled all the air from her. He felt his climax sweep over him, stronger than anything he had felt before. Still he maintained the chant, driving his cock deep with each stroke, feeling Caroline gasping to take a breath but also convulsing under him in a powerful climax of her own. They came together. His breathing was ragged, gasping. Her convulsions stopped. Her breathing stopped. He felt a raw blast of power, her entire life-force, exploding out of her and covering him with its energy and he collapsed onto her limp body, smearing her crimson blood yet further with his chest. He lay atop her. Dare he believe that the energy he had felt meant that the ritual had in fact worked? He shook himself, looking down at his blood smeared body and the body of his now dead wife, her skin already taking on a pale and bloodless hue. He found that he was entirely calm, dispassionate, in control. Having gone much further than the ritual demanded by actually killing his wife, he knew he would need to wait to find out what effect his actions had generated. "Clean up first," he thought. Quickly showering, he dressed and determined how to dispose of Caroline's body and erase the mess in the room before his daughter returned. Doug knew he needed to invent a story covering Caroline's disappearance for Alison. Caroline's isolation from friends and family over the years should mean that it would be a while before anyone else missed her. Bundling the body up in the blood-soaked bedclothes he noted that the mattress was stained too. It would need to go, he could not afford to take chances. He had a large yard and determined that he could bury the body meantime while he thought of how to rid himself of it permanently. As dawn broke he had finished digging a deep hole towards the back of the yard. The high privacy fence hid him as he dragged the sheet wrapped body out and dumped it unceremoniously down into the hole. He quickly shovelled the soil back into the hole, siting a youngish shrub squarely in the centre of the disturbed earth. Dragging the mattress out next he pulled it onto the site where he normally burned garden rubbish and set fire to it, feeding the flames with some spirits he had brought from the garage. Satisfied that he had done enough for now he had showered once again and waited to tell his daughter that her mother had run out on them with her long-time lover. Over the course of the next few months he occupied himself planning and building a raised decking area to the side of the pool. Preparing the hard core layer, he exhumed his wife's body from the soil, covering it instead with rubble and then pouring concrete over it all. Once the concrete foundation was set, he contracted with a local joiner to finish the decking, happy that no-one would now ever uncover the truth. Still staring blankly at the TV screen, Doug recalled what had transpired next. Putting his concerns over disposing of the body behind him, Doug had at last turned to the intriguing prospect of finding out whether the ritual had worked or not. His review of the website had provided only scant details to work with. What little he could gather was that he was supposed to be able to exercise his power in one of two ways. He could take control of an individual by mentally attacking directly into someone else's mind. This apparently required splitting a piece of his new found power (if it was there at all!) and implanting it into the mind of the target. "Sounds risky," he thought. The second method involved him seemingly being able to leave his body and being able to interact with an individual to a lesser degree. This method was dependent upon the target 'wishing' for an interaction with him. He thought this sounded easier and safer and decided that he would try this method first. If that was successful then he would know whether there was actually anything in this mumbo jumbo or not. The obvious target for him was Alison. She had believed Doug's story about her mother's departure. She had been upset for weeks at the thought that her mother didn't love her, was willing to simply abandon her for some stranger, perhaps had never loved her. She lived in constant fear that her father would also desert her and worried about what she would do if he did. She had taken to lying awake for hours worrying, crying quietly to herself, missing her mother. She had told her friend Zoe about the desertion and she had been supportive and comforting but Zoe couldn't be with her every night when the panic set in. When her worries were at their worst. Doug played on the young girl's obvious emotional distress. He made sure to be extra attentive to her, sharing time with her, hugging her when she occasionally broke down, generally just being there for her. This went on for a number of weeks and Doug's impatience and frustration were growing at the pace his plan was moving with no results yet. He began to believe that the ritual was indeed rubbish until late one night only a few months previously something dramatic had happened. Doug was dropping off to sleep in his bed, hearing the not unusual sound of Alison crying softly in her room. Alison had appreciated the attention her father had been paying her recently and as her worries re-surfaced she had whispered out loud, "oh daddy, I wish you were here to hug me, to make me feel better." Doug felt a strong tug and found himself floating above his daughter as she lay in bed crying. He held his arm and hand up in front of his face and could see that they were ghostly in appearance. He floated towards his bedroom, halted momentarily by the sensation as he passed through the wall of Alison's room. He experienced a similar feeling as he passed through his own bedroom door to gaze at his 'normal' body lying on the bed. Doug got really excited as he realised the ritual had worked. He returned to his daughter's room and floated over to her sobbing form. He reached out to grab her shoulder and felt his hand sink into her tissues. She shivered and immediately he was bombarded by her voice and a stream of raw, deep, emotions. "Am I reading her thoughts?" He wondered. "Daddy, is that you?" He heard. He backed off and watched as his daughter sat up, turning her bedside lamp on. She sniffled as she looked fearfully around her bedroom. "Daddy, are you there?" She asked quietly. Doug watched her shoulders slump as she sank back onto her pillows and resumed her sobbing. He floated towards her once more, placing his hand on her shoulder more gently this time. Alison flinched less violently this time but Doug could tell she was aware of the touch and concerned by it. He stroked her shoulder softly and floated down behind her whispering in her ear. "Shhhh baby, you're okay, daddy will look after you." Alison didn't understand how her father could be behind her, soothing her, whispering words of comfort, yet she had just looked and he wasn't there. She sat up and walked out of her room, down the hallway, and knocked quietly on his bedroom door. Not hearing a response she tentatively opened the door and peered in, seeing her father lying in his bed asleep. She shivered once again and retraced her steps, snuggling under her comforter. Doug snuggled up behind her and recommenced his stroking and whispering. Alison knew she should be freaking out but in her need she felt the contact and the words in her father's voice a godsend. For the first time in weeks she felt herself relaxing and falling asleep. Doug spent the next few weeks trying out his new ability with Alison. It was clear that he couldn't use his 'spirit' body to interact with anyone else but he had fun approaching Alison and gently stroking her, completely inappropriately at times. He had calibrated how much pressure he could use when touching his daughter and recognised the limitations this brought. He devised a plan to entice her into accepting his flesh and blood body touching her more intimately. In her current emotional state and age of sexual development he thought she would be ripe for the picking. At night he began a combined assault, calming and helping her get to sleep and then stimulating her young body once she had dropped off. He traced a pattern over her little titties, amused as her breathing deepened in her sleep, amused as her nipples popped up quickly, a sure sign that she was responding to his touch. He was ecstatic to see her instinctively spread her coltish legs, leaving him open access to her teen pussy. He bided his time, giving her developing breasts more stimulus, believing that this would eventually pay dividends. Alison murmured in her sleep "Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmm." Doug could sense her thoughts/dreams and thrilled to realise that his plan was working better than he could ever have hoped. He let his hand drift down to her little pussy, again delighting in the fact that it was already leaking juices, another sign that his attack was working well. Doug kept the stimulation going for over an hour, backing off whenever Alison appeared to be close to wakening or to reaching her climax. His connection helped him judge things to perfection. At last he allowed the young girl to go over, smiling wickedly as she experienced her first ever orgasm at another's hand, possibly her first ever orgasm full stop. After some weeks of this assault Doug was pleased to see his daughter looking differently, almost longingly, at him during the day. He picked up the degree to which he hugged and cuddled with her and was rewarded by Alison growing ever more comfortable with his touch. He also noticed she was doing more to attract him, attract him sexually rather than just someone to re-assure her and ease her concerns about her mother's desertion. He appreciated the fact she was leaving buttons loose on her blouses and took every opportunity to allow him to peak down her front at her budding breasts. She took to lying in front of the TV, raising and lowering her legs to make her skirt ride up, flashing her little cotton panties at him. The shy but alluring look on her face when she looked back over her shoulder at him was enough to make Doug rock hard and he knew he needed to step things up, needed to have her soon. He made his move on a Saturday night. He was lying on the sofa watching a cable movie, Alison in front of him, snuggling as tightly into him she could. Doug began by recreating the stroking and whispering he employed when he visited Alison in his spirit form at night. The young girl was well used to this by now and it made her drowsy. He grinned as she relaxed further, her head slipping down to lie cushioned on her arm. Her blouse was opened at the top two buttons, hanging open, giving him an unrestricted view of her left breast. "No bra," he groaned to himself, his cock going from soft to steel hard instantaneously. He knew he had to curb his natural crude, rough approach or he would lose her, frighten her off and waste the weeks of effort he had invested. But that first view almost blew it. He was mesmerised by that breast, couldn't pull his eyes off it. His hand was drawn to it. He watched his hand slide over her shoulder, slip under her blouse, glide over the smooth baby skin and at last cup her breast. He looked at her face as she sleepily turned her head to smile encouragingly at him. The difference in feeling her little tittie with a real hand rather than his spirit version left him pumping with excitement. After weeks of lightly stroking her he could at last apply greater pressure, squeeze her little mound, roll his fingers over her hardening nipple. Alison's brow furrowed slightly as she too recognised something was different but she quickly lost herself in the pleasure he was giving her. Alison was rapidly coming back to full awareness, recognising where her father's hand was, and experiencing the full impact of Doug petting her developing breast. She felt ready to panic for a second but then relaxed as she admitted to herself that this was exactly what she had been working towards over the last few weeks. She had teased him at every opportunity, flashing him and acting all innocent yet trying to be seductive. Her heart beat faster and faster as she realised that her father was really touching her, had his hand inside her blouse and was pinching her sensitive nub. "Yessss daddy, touch me daddy, please." Alison could feel him pressing into her bottom and knew that he was hard for her. She was thrilled that her thirteen-year-old body could do that to him and she pressed her butt back harder, savouring the contact while already marvelling at how big he felt. Encouraged by how well things were going Doug dropped his hand and loosened the remaining buttons of her blouse. Alison half-turned so she was lying on her back, giving him access to both breasts. He gratefully accepted her offer, leaning forward he took the closest nub between his lips, scraping his teeth across the sensitive flesh. Alison responded with a gasp and thrust her hips off of the sofa. "This is too easy," Doug smiled to himself. "The little slut is crying out for it. Look at her, she wants it, she wants me. Acting just like that stuck up bitch Amanda Gray will when she's lying under me, begging me for it. Shaking her pussy at me like the slut I know she's gonna be." Doug maintained his suckling on her breast and eased his hand lower, feeling the silky smoothness of the skin on her legs. He brushed upwards, pulling the hem of her short skirt out of the way as he stretched his neck to take in the sight of her cute cotton panties. He could see there was already a sizeable wet patch staining the front and he dragged his meaty finger across it, testing the oiliness and drawing a deep moan from Alison. Applying more pressure he worked his finger and the cotton material into her little cleft, searching out and grinding down on her already excited clit. She huffed and humped against him, trying to increase the contact and the stimulation she was receiving. Stopping momentarily, he reached to her hip to begin to peel her panties off but was surprised when she resisted. He could hear her thoughts as she rebelled. "No daddy, we can't do that, we shouldn't, its not right." She thought but without conviction Doug believed. He ignored her, increasing his urgency, pulling roughly at the material. "No daddy, please, no, we can't." She resisted, her inexperience and youth combining to raise doubts in her mind and his impatience beginning to frighten her, outweighing the arousal she had been feeling. As he continued to pull at her panties she pushed at his hand and her agitation grew. Suddenly she thrust herself upright, escaping his hands and rushed from the room. Doug could hear her steps quickly ascending the stairs and the sound of her bedroom door closing. "Shit," he thought. "Too fast, stupid, a little slower and she would have been begging me for it." There was absolutely no guilt or remorse in him for molesting his daughter. Toying with her mentally for weeks to get her to this stage meant nothing more to him than playing a game. There was only annoyance at himself for rushing to quickly towards his prize. "Calm down," he reminded himself. This was only practice, building up his understanding of his new power, honing it so that he could go after his main goal, Amanda Gray. Doug sighed and rose to go to his own bed. Sometime later, he was lying on his back thinking about Amanda and what he wanted to do to her when his bedroom door opened and Alison walked in slowly, head bowed. "My, my, looks like we have another natural submissive slut, just like her mother," Doug smiled to himself. He drew back the sheet and Alison paused to pull her sleep tee over her head before taking the last few strides and slipping in naked beside him. He resumed where he had left off earlier, immediately fastening his hungry mouth to her nipples but restraining himself from his instinctive desire to chew and bite them harshly. He was satisfied to feel her parting her legs for him once more and he dropped his hand to completely cover her little pussy, massaging the mound firmly. Her juices were streaming from her, broadcasting how badly she wanted this, signalling her readiness despite her young age. Doug shuffled over to position himself between her legs, raised over her as he placed the head of his cock at her entrance. While not the largest cock around at only 6" he more than made up for things in terms of how thick he was. Alison had not uttered a sound up until this point but as she looked down at the sight of his thick penis up against her little puss she whimpered at the impossibility of her body ever being able to accommodate it. Doug could sense her fear now that he was connected to her and knew he had to be careful. If he was to turn her into his little-girl slut he knew he had to make this good for her before building up his 'ownership' of her. "Don't worry baby," he soothed, "I'm going to go slowly and you will soon be able to take it all in and I promise that it will feel really good." He pressed his hips forward, sliding the head up and down her soaking slit, coating it with her fluids. Lining up, he pushed forward feeling how tight she was and needing to bear down with more pressure until he eventually felt his cock head pop through her vaginal opening. He could feel her tense up but reading her thoughts he knew she was coping, willing him to continue. Using even more force he felt his cock gain an inch before sensing he needed to stop to allow her to get used to the size of him. 'Hearing' her begin to relax he pushed again and gained another inch, marvelling at how her tight sleeve felt around the fleshy veins and ridges of his cock. "Oh man, fucking A, sooo tight baby, come on, open up for daddy's fat cock." Stopping twice more to let her get used to him he eventually felt his pubic bone mash against her and heard Alison groan aloud as he bumped her clit. There had been no hymen to break through but he knew from how tight she was that she was definitely a virgin, "... well had been a virgin," he thought to himself cruelly. He began to withdraw and set up a slow rhythm, feeling her respond under him, fuelled by an hour of anticipation before finally giving in to her needs and coming to his room. Although Alison was completely quiet Doug could hear the frantic little voice in her head. "Oh, daddy's big cock is in my little puss, uh, he's doing me, he's fucking me for real. Oh, I can feel how big he is, filling me up, stretching me, stuffing me, uh, uh, uh. Yes daddy, yes, do me daddy, yes, do your little baby, yeeesss daddy, yes. Yes daddy, harder, make me take it, make me, I've been bad daddy, I deserve to have your big cock teach me not to tease, harder daddy, yes, uh, uh. Oh make me yours daddy, make me take it, yessss, yesssss, uh, uh, uh." Doug was delighted at the submissive nature of her thoughts. He responded to what she was craving by upping his pace, driving into her harder and harder, making sure he slammed into her clit on each thrust, squashing the little nub even as his fat cock bottomed out in her tight channel. He kept the intensity up until he could feel himself getting close, until he felt himself erupt high up in her womb, shooting think ropes of cum powerfully at her cervix. He experienced the acute pressure as the walls of her pussy contracted impossibly around his shaft signalling her own orgasm, and he reacted by biting down viscously on her nipple. She screamed as he pushed her feelings beyond anything she had experienced in her immature life before. "Aaaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeee, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Despite his weight and size, Alison's reaction almost bucked him off of her slight frame. Doug looked down at his daughter dispassionately, watching her eyes roll until only the whites were visible and she collapsed limply on the bed. He withdrew his shrinking cock and grinned as his cum leaked from her battered slit, tinged pink by traces of her blood. Her eyes fluttered open and she grimaced at the flood of pain still shooting from her tiny breast. "Daddy you hurt me," she accused quietly, sobbing out her pain. "I'm sorry baby," he lied, "you made me feel so good baby that I just lost control there. You were fantastic baby, everything a daddy could want in his baby girl. You're very pretty and I'm so proud you gave yourself to me and that I could make my baby into a woman. I love you so much baby." Doug remembered the easy lies he gave her as he had stroked Alison's hair. He could 'hear' the competing thoughts she had. She was puffing her chest out at the compliments he had given her, was hurt by the abuse to her breast but also blown away by the intensity of her orgasm, her first time 'doing it' and with her daddy, had been awesome. And her daddy loved her, responded to her developing body like a man responding to a woman. He sensed her allow these last two thoughts to squeeze everything else out, to colour her feelings about sleeping with him and to enable her to easily forgive him for biting her. He had continued to play with the young girl each night after she slept and now added physical contact during the day until she reached the point where she accepted his advances and co-operated in sex several times a week. Doug began to gradually turn up the pain and rough play but not by much, wanting to break her in slowly. Proving he had the power was all well and good. But now his focus returned to the main object of his obsessed mind, Amanda Gray. He couldn't put his finger on when his obsession had started or why. He had never been within ten feet of the woman, had never held a conversation with her, yet he had built up an entire personality for her in his mind. With the power his, he considered how he could use it to achieve his goals. He recognised that the 'wishing' approach was doubtful given her complete ignorance of his existence. How could he get her to 'wish' him into her life when she barely knew him or anything about him? In addition he knew his obsession required him to be able to really feel Amanda, squeeze her tightly, twist her nipples, jamb his fingers into her sluttish holes. No, the 'wishing' approach would not deliver that for him. He recognised he would have to try to take direct control to achieve his ends. He remembered now that he had been unsure of how to proceed. He had never tried this approach and still didn't know how he was going to get the opportunity to do so. He ruled out trying it out on Alison first as she was already so far under his control that he couldn't rely on her reactions giving him an accurate indication of how things would work. He had been racking his dull brain for a solution when an opportunity had presented itself just last week. Jason Gray had been kind enough to drop Alison off after her shared track practice with Zoe and he had stopped to be polite and say hello to her father. As Jason turned to leave the porch Doug had moved up behind him, taking his elbow as he thanked him for bringing Alison home. Doug gathered himself and then lashed out mentally at Jason, trying to burn his control into Jason's brain by 'thinking' the transfer of part of his own thoughts into the other man's mind. Jason had staggered momentarily before looking oddly at Doug and then carrying on out to his car. Jason drove off but Doug had seen a reaction and he felt sure his attempt at direct control had worked. Unable to get close enough to Amanda he had taken a split second decision that his best opportunity to get to her lay in controlling her husband. Doug had waited twenty minutes to allow Jason time to get home, then waited a further twenty minutes to be safe. He had focussed on the car as it pulled away and was sure he could use his connection to Jason and the car to 'zip' to where they both were and continue with his experiment. He made sure that Alison was in her room and told her he was going for a nap and didn't want to be disturbed. Doug had made himself comfortable on the bed, closed his eyes and reached out to Jason. He could feel a strong connection and 'zipped' into the car just as Jason was coming to a bend in the road. Doug could immediately feel he had control of Jason's mind but was horrified to feel that this cause Jason to lose control of the car and it edged over the central line. He quickly let go of his control and zipped back to his house, panting with the exertion of controlling someone else and with the fear of being in the out of control car. He had not been surprised to hear from his daughter later that Jason had crashed the car and was dead. He had lost the feeling of a connection with the other man soon after the incident but again felt no remorse at either his actions or Jason's death. Neither did he feel anything other than mild curiosity when Alison told him later that two other people had died in the crash he had caused. His overriding emotion was of anger, he felt cheated. Jason had obviously dropped his daughter off but instead of remaining at home himself he had continued on in the car on some other errand. Taking control of Jason at the precise moment he had had been disastrous but typically Doug blamed Jason, not himself. As he sat on the sofa, staring at the TV, he recalled that his experience with Jason had led to him deciding that the direct approach was too risky. He figured it should only be used when he could be guaranteed the target was not in a dangerous situation or one where a loss of control could prove a significant risk. "Perhaps the way to get close to Amanda is through her daughter," he thought. "I have better access to her so maybe I could use the 'wish' approach, with Alison's help, and then once I have control of her, use that to get to her slut mother." He had begun to work on Alison immediately, suggesting that she might want her little friend to have a piece of what she had, that Zoe was missing out on all the fun and that including Zoe in their sex games would open up new opportunities for them both. Despite how far Alison had sunk under her father's control her loyalty to her friend and the nagging doubt about her father's treatment of her combined to stiffen her reluctance to help him with his plan. Eventually Doug's patience had run out and he had resorted to what he knew best, he bullied his daughter into helping him succeed. During one of their 'normal' sexual encounters this morning he had asked her for the last time to help him trap her friend. When she had refused he had brutally raped her, savaging her dry little pussy and mauling her breasts. Alison had submitted as he knew she would and he had instructed her to somehow get Zoe to wish for an episode with him, particularly a sexual episode. Alison didn't recognise the importance of Doug's request. She had been torn by strong emotions, fear at what her father had done to her and threatened to do if she failed, the need to somehow protect her friend from what she herself was experiencing and incredibly even some jealousy that her father seemed to want Zoe. Wasn't she good enough for him? Doug had touched Zoe briefly upstairs when she had been hugging his daughter and he knew from reading her thoughts that she would never wish for any kind of contact with him. Well, perhaps he could try a different kind of direct approach with the young girl, not mind control but pure old-fashioned strength and the cunning of age over the naiveté of youth. Doug retired to his bed for the night as he thought of how he could succeed in taking control of the young girl, against her wishes if necessary. ------- Chapter 8: Bruno's return When Zoe woke up the next morning she was keen to leave Alison's house as quickly as possible. She remained worried about her friend but that was outweighed by the creepy feeling Zoe felt about Alison's dad. She grabbed her bag and used the bathroom to freshen up, washing her face and brushing her teeth. She opened her bag, removed her mobile phone and phoned her mother, asking her to come pick her up. Returning to Alison's room she quickly dressed and hugged her friend, whispering that she needed to go to get ready for father's funeral today. She sensed Alison clinging to her, as if she wanted to open up, and she pulled back to look at her face. The moment passed and Alison buried her head in her shoulder. She stuffed her belongings into her bag and got ready to leave. Zoe knew something was badly wrong with her friend and, despite her own emotional turmoil, wondered how she could do something to help her. She settled on showing a physical demonstration of her love and support for Alison. Leaning across the bed where her friend still lay, she raised her hand to lightly trace Alison's cheek bone and dipped to kiss her on the lips. The kiss lingered as she savoured the feel of the other girl's lips. She smiled at Alison's obvious enjoyment of the kiss, watching as her face reddened. She gave her a final peck on the cheek and left. Zoe moved quietly downstairs and glanced out of the window to see whether or not her mom had arrived yet. She was there so Zoe made her way outside and climbed into the car, throwing her bag into the backseat. Amanda looked tired and drawn, it was clear that she'd had a tough night. Zoe guessed she had been thinking about Jason and today's funeral. Zoe didn't want to think about the service and the finality of her father's death that it represented any more than she had to. "Mom, can we visit Robbie again this morning, please?" She asked. Once Amanda made the connection between the name Zoe had used and the unconscious boy in the hospital her curiosity about Zoe's apparent connection with the injured boy returned. "Um, sure we can honey but why?" "Well like you said, don't we have some kind of responsibility for him now? After all he seems to be all alone. And anyway he does look kind of cute, for an older guy anyway" she smiled as she responded. "Zoe do you know this boy somehow?" "Of course not mom, how could I?" "Its just that you looked at him yesterday not as if he was a stranger but like you've known him for a long time, like he was one of your friends or something." Zoe recognised she was in dangerous territory and replied carefully. "It kinda felt like I knew him. There's just something about him mom, I can sense it. Like he will be a good friend. I don't know how I know it but I think we are both gonna feel close to him before long." Amanda raised an eyebrow quizzically at her daughter. "I know I sound weird but believe me I just have this feeling about him. He's gonna be strong for both of us." Amanda simply shrugged and agreed to a short visit. There was a lot to do before Jason's funeral but she, like Zoe, did feel a sense of responsibility towards the boy. Luckily the same doctor was on duty at the hospital and he escorted them to the ICU room with little fuss. Robbie's body looked exactly the same as it had the day before. Zoe asked the doctor what they were doing to try and help Robbie regain consciousness. He explained that there was little further medical help the hospital could provide, it was just a matter of waiting for the boy's body to decide it was time to wake up. "But haven't I read about people in comas responding to familiar voices or their favourite music or something?" Zoe asked him. "Well yes," replied the doctor, "but we don't have anyone here who knows him and although he had an iPOD with him, the charge has run down on it." "Maybe I could come and talk to him," Zoe suggested. "I could also charge up the iPOD for you so you could play that for him." Doctor Anderson could see no harm in Zoe coming in to talk to the boy or in her charging up the iPOD so he agreed, retrieving the MP3 player from the bedside cabinet and handing it over. Amanda and Zoe remained for around thirty minutes before Amanda decided they really needed to get going. Immediately they got home Zoe plugged the iPOD into her own USB cable on her PC. iTUNES started up and didn't recognise the device but once she clicked on the cancel button she was pleased to see the charging icon appear on the iPOD's screen. She felt a gentle touch on her arm and realised Robbie was with her. "Now all your musical tastes will be revealed," she thought to him. "Oh, so its my iPOD," he replied. "Well there's nothing on there that I'm gonna be too embarrassed about. Well maybe the ABBA track," he chuckled. "No way!" "Way I'm afraid." When she explained how she came to have his iPOD and what she had discussed with Dr. Anderson, Robbie thanked her for visiting him. He was moved that she was trying to help him recover and was pleased to sense her warm response to him. "It seems that she is developing feelings for me to," he thought to himself, unconsciously admitting that he was growing increasingly attached to the young girl. "Hey, my pleasure Scotsman. There are compensations after all, you are seriously cute and I see this as a long term investment opportunity." They spent some time together just being close and sharing thoughts about what they liked and disliked in life before Amanda shouted up to tell Zoe to get ready to go to the funeral home. Robbie could sense the sudden feeling of deep despair that returned to Zoe as she was brought back to the reality that her father was dead. He hugged her and tried to send soothing thoughts, doing all that he could to just be there for her. "I wont come to the funeral so you can have some space," he thought. "No! I want you there, please Robbie, please be there for me." "Okay, if you're sure angel." Robbie left Zoe alone to get ready for the funeral. He floated downstairs to see how Amanda was getting on. She was dressed all in black of course and Robbie thought she was a picture of elegance. She looked beautiful he thought. No-one looking at her would have any doubt that this was a classy young woman who was deeply mourning the loss of her life-mate. The service at the funeral home was very moving, designed to encourage the outpouring of grief. Robbie cried, he cried deeply for the loss that Amanda and Zoe had suffered. Amanda managed to maintain her composure throughout the readings and eulogy. Zoe was wracked with sobs almost from the outset. Robbie floated nearby but felt unable to do anything to comfort her in the tightly packed room. The coffin was carried out to the hearse and the gathering loaded up into cars and followed it slowly to Glasgow's Highland cemetery. At the grave-side the Pastor gave a further reading as the coffin was lowered. At last Amanda's tight grip slipped and as she watched her husband's body descending into the immaculately prepared grave she broke into heart-breaking sobs. Amanda's break-down fuelled Zoe and she was wracked anew with gut-wrenching sobs. Robbie was able to float up behind her at the graveside and wrapped his arms round her, whispering in her ear: "Be brave angel, you know he loved you so much and wherever he is he is thinking about you and your mom. Be strong for your mom she needs your support right now, shhh, daddy loves you, daddy loves you both." Zoe responded to Robbie's words, pulling herself upright and controlling he sobbing. She put her arm around her mother and as Amanda looked at her, she smiled and nodded in encouragement. "Oh she's so brave," Amanda thought, "look at her trying to prop me up, oh baby thank you, thank you for being here for me, thank you for showing me how to be strong." Taking strength from Zoe's show of courage, Amanda also managed to control herself better. As he continued to support Zoe, Robbie noticed a man and a young girl on the other side of the open grave. He stood out due to the dark look on his face and he seemed to be staring at Amanda. His brows were lowered and he had an intense look in his eyes. "Who is that guy?" He asked Zoe, sending his thoughts to her as to who he was looking at. Zoe shivered as she looked across at her friend's father, also noticing that he seemed to be staring at her mother. "That's Alison and her dad," she responded to Robbie. "He kind of creeps me out whenever I go to her house, I don't know why, he just does. I think there is something wrong there." Amanda and Zoe stood side by side to thank all the mourners as they left and Robbie remained behind Zoe to support her. As the Beckwith's approached Robbie felt Zoe stiffen and he pressed against her, sensing she needed a little re-assurance. He thought Mr Beckwith was going to bore a hole in Amanda, he was looking at her so intensely. Robbie began to worry that perhaps Zoe was right to have concerns about this guy. At last mother and daughter climbed in to their own car and returned home. Amanda had not arranged a wake as she felt she would not be up to it. They entered the house and simply hugged each other on the sofa, finding a little comfort in each other and their certain knowledge of what the other was feeling. Robbie floated alongside, caught by the emotional moment, sharing in some way the pain these two were so obviously feeling. "Baby you were so brave today. Thank you for giving me strength when I needed it. I will always be here for you and I am so proud that you were there for me today." Amanda buried her face in Zoe's shoulder as she clung onto her tightly. Zoe tightened her grip on her mother and was able to maintain her composure due to Robbie stroking her back and whispering encouragement all the while. Across town nurse Becky was finishing off her weekend chores. She was off for two days, her next shift being Sunday morning. Becky knew she was the kind of girl who just needed sex, not plain vanilla sex, she needed to constantly push the boundaries to experience the next high. Throughout school, college and nurse training she had traded on her looks to satisfy her desires. She indulged in exhibitionism, she had regularly tried three-way sex, sex in public places, you name it Becky had been there. Having fun with an unconscious teenager had to rank high in her experiences however and she was anxious to have at least one more go with Robbie before he recovered. She ran a bath and relaxed thinking about what she would do next. "Oh yes, that is going to be ssooooooo hot," she thought as her hand slipped between her legs. At the Gray household the remainder of Friday and Saturday were very subdued as both Amanda and Zoe tried to come to terms with their grief. Robbie hung around trying to be supportive to Zoe where he could but in a way he was pleased to feel left out as mother and daughter mostly spent their time supporting and bonding even tighter with each other. One high point was Zoe teasing him about his musical tastes once she had charged and then reviewed the tracks on his iPOD. "Hmmm, says AC/DC and the music sounds like AC/DC but it's the wrong singer. He sounds nothing like AC/DC's vocalist and I know that 'cause I've got three of their CDs." "Most of my tracks are very early AC/DC," he replied. "The lead singer then was Bon Scott, a Scotsman from Kirriemuir, who sadly died in 1980. The CDs with him on them are my favourites, the ones I like to play most. There's something a bit more raw to those tracks, less production on them maybe and when I play myself I get carried away with the riffs from them the most. You'll know of course that both Angus and Malcolm Young are originally from Glasgow?" he asked and Zoe could once more feel the pride he had in his home city. "So you play?" she asked. "Of course I do angel, I'm a rocker!" Zoe reviewed all of the tracks loaded onto the iPOD. She was surprised at the breadth of Robbie's apparent tastes: AC/DC Muse Johnny Cash Nils Lofgren Franz Ferdinand Johnny Winter The Stones Ted Nugent Blink 42 Queens of the Stone Age Gerry Rafferty Steve Earle Train and - ABBA! "My god, you were being serious, you do have an ABBA track on here," she thought to him. "That's sooooo uncool." "Hey, easy there girl. That one song is more like a life statement for me than anything else. I listen to it to constantly re-inforce my attitude to things." Zoe saw the track was called 'The Winner Takes it All' and guessed Robbie must be pretty competitive, "... typical boy," she thought. She lay back and listened to the entire library, openly crying at Gerry Rafferty's 'Whatever's written in your heart' (that's all that matters) and a track by Nils Lofgren - 'Soft Fun'. She thought most of the tracks were okay but overall it made for a strange mix. "You know, you're trying to give the impression you're a dyed in the wool rocker but I reckon you're just an old romantic at heart," she thought. "Guilty," he replied, feeling happy that she had him tagged. On Sunday morning Zoe woke up to the feel of Robbie's spirit lips on hers. "Morning angel," she heard him. "Oh I'm never gonna tire of waking up like that," she moaned in response, feeling her heart beginning to thump in her chest. She felt a soft touch on her breasts and looked down to see that both of her nipples had sprung to attention, reacting to Robbie's stroking. Within seconds she could feel her little pussy begin to leak as she was immediately turned on by his caresses. "Uh, uh, yesssssss Robbie, that's soooo nice. I love you touching me. Oh I wish I could feel more of you Robbie, I wish you're real body was here, lying on me, loving me. Robbie will you be my first, please? Will you make love to me?" Battling for control with his own raging hormones, Robbie argued that Zoe wasn't yet old enough to lose her virginity. He told her she had to be really sure she wanted to go that far as it was a 'one time deal'. He suggested that the test should be that she was sure of what she wanted to do when she was not in a sexual charged situation. She should be clear about what she wanted, who she wanted it with and why. "Zoe, girls are nearly as bad as boys. You'll get carried away in the heat of arousal and convince yourself that's what you want more than anything. But if you regret it later then you will have made the wrong decision because you haven't been thinking straight." "Robbie I know all that and I have already decided that you will be my first. I have thought about it and I'm sure that's what I want." "Well Zoe, I don't agree with you but we don't need to worry about that right now because in case you haven't noticed, Bruno doesn't have a penis so I couldn't, even if I wanted to!" Zoe groaned. Of course he was right, he couldn't do anything! She wouldn't let it go however and tried to get a commitment from him to be her first when his real body came round. "Okay, you win for now 'Scotch' man," she thought to underline her frustration and impatience by using the wrong term. "But when your cute body wakes up, promise me that you will do it or me." "Look Zoe, I still don't think your old enough for that yet, you have lots of life to experience first so lets wait until I'm better and then we can talk about it some more. Your first time should be very special, should be with someone who really loves you. There, my romantic side is declaring itself, " he laughed, trying to lighten the moment. "Robbie I want to do it, not talk about it," she replied. "Promise me you'll be my first, please?" At that moment Robbie felt a strong tug and he found himself back in the ICU room looking on as nurse Becky began to stroke his cock. Zoe wondered why she didn't hear a response from him. Didn't he appreciate what she was offering? Couldn't he see how much this meant to her? "Robbie answer me," she thought, "promise me you will make love to me, promise me you'll be my first, please?" There was no response. "Robbie are you there? Robbie, answer me." "Typical boy," she thought, "runs out when faced with a difficult conversation with a woman. Well I'm going to show him that I'm old enough and certainly mature enough to make up my mind about decisions like this. He will be my first but I just need to work out how to convince him." Amanda called upstairs that she was going to the local church for the Sunday service and to thank the pastor for presiding over the funeral on Friday. Zoe decided that she needed to finish her discussion with Robbie, whether he wanted to or not. She thought she could cycle over to the hospital, after all Dr. Anderson had agreed she could visit Robbie to talk to him. She was soon on her way. Robbie watched on as nurse Becky brought his cock to full hardness, moaning to herself and licking her lips in the process. He had not noticed her locking the door this time as he had arrived as she was already playing with him but assumed that she had. He was wrong. In her haste to renew her acquaintance with the young boy and having worked herself up over the last two days anticipating what she had planned, she had completely forgotten. Becky reached under her uniform and removed her sopping panties. She trailed them over the nose and mouth of the unconscious boy, whispering "... can you smell how hot I am for you baby? Can you taste Becky's horny juices baby, I've been leaking all weekend thinking about you." Becky climbed onto the bed and without hesitation mounted him, sliding his hard cock deep into herself with a single thrust. To Robbie it seemed that she began to orgasm immediately, bucking convulsively as she rode his body for all that she was worth and keeping up a chant of "yes, yes, yes." Robbie floated over and thought he would try something he hadn't tried up until this point. He knew he could merge with the tissues of another human and had done so to a limited extent already. He wondered what a full body merge would feel like and the opportunity of trying it out while Becky was riding him was one that was very appealing to him. He went for it, merging completely with the gorgeous young nurse. "Oh jeeze, wow!" Robbie thought. The feelings he experienced were unlike anything he had imagined. He had been right, Becky was in a state of almost constant orgasm and he could feel every sensation clearly. It was completely different to what he was used to experiencing in terms of his own male orgasm. He could feel the waves of intense pleasure radiating from her clit, washing over him/her. He could feel the hardness of his penis as it filled his/her pussy, and experienced the euphoria as it rubbed against the front wall of his/her channel on every up stroke. He marvelled at the bounce of his/her titties as she bounced up and down and the hardness in his/her nipples that were screaming out to be pinched he realised. But it was the continuous wave of heat and dizziness of the package as a whole that took his breath away. "Absolutely awesome," he thought, giving himself over totally to what she was feeling. Zoe parked up her cycle and made her way through the hospital corridors to the ICU room. She quietly opened the door and was shocked at the sight that met her eyes. She took in the picture of the young blonde nurse she had met previously bouncing wildly on top of Robbie and pulled the door closed quickly before she was discovered. She leaned back against the door, trying to calm her breathing and her heartbeat then rushed back the way she had come. Unlocking her cycle she began to pedal furiously for home. "How could he, that, that, snake," she thought. "I'm not good enough, or mature enough for him, now I know why! I'm too young because all this time he has been 'doing' his little nurse! Well I'm not having it, he can rot his Scotch ass in hell and I'll show him just what he's missing. I'll show him how ready for it I am alright." The sex between Becky/Robbie and Robbie's unconscious body was so intense that neither had noticed Zoe's intrusion. Robbie was still lost in the completely different sensations that a woman felt and was beginning to think that men had been short changed. "Oh baby now for what I have been thinking about all week-end," he 'heard' nurse Becky think. When he visualised what she was about to do next he almost de-merged in panic but stopped himself, he needed to experience this, he might never have the chance again. Becky raised herself until his cock popped out of her pussy and then immediately positioned his cock-head against her anal opening. She pressed herself down onto it, forcing his cock past her anal ring and into her tight butt. Robbie couldn't believe the pain that she/he experienced at this. "Why would she want to do this?" He thought. At least Becky was taking it slowly and the fact his cock had been well lubricated with her pussy juices helped ease the discomfort. He still couldn't believe how stuffed she/he felt as his cock finally bottomed out in her butt. Becky rested for a second to accommodate the size of him before then beginning to slowly rise and fall on his cock. Robbie immediately recognised the new sensations that she/he was experiencing as his cock reamed her ass. She began to increase the pace until finally she was thrusting herself violently down onto him. She lowered one hand to her clit and began to pinch it roughly. Robbie again experienced the hot wave of pleasure that the combined sensations were giving her/him. He could sense that her feeling of control and the forbidden aspect of fucking a sixteen-year-old and now having him in her butt were heightening Becky's enjoyment and he felt all of it with her. He felt her anal passage constrict against his cock and lost himself in another massive orgasm for her/him. The feeling set off his own body and now he felt the sensation of his cum fire into her butt, felt her/him responding as she felt even greater pleasure, raising her orgasm higher still. At last it was too much and he floated out of Becky's body, landing in the bedside chair and trying to gather himself. He had experienced what Becky had experienced so wasn't surprised that she was still slumped over his unconscious body, totally drained, totally satisfied. It had been everything she had planned and more. Eventually she roused herself and climbed off of him and the bed, using a bowl of water, sponge and small towel to clean him off. She put everything away and then leaned over to give him a kiss on the lips, smiling to herself like a cat that had got the cream. Zoe had arrived home in a flurry and ran upstairs to her room. "How dare he do that to me, how dare he tell me I'm not mature enough, not old enough, while he's screwing that hussy!" She thought. She lay back on her bed thinking about how she should respond. "I'm going to show him he's wrong," she thought. She remembered her mother's use of the rubber dildo in her panty drawer and thought she had her answer. As she climbed off of the bed she caught sight of Bruno the grizzly bear and that inspired a very wicked thought. She scurried to her mother's room and recovered the dildo from the drawer. She returned to her own bedroom and opened her wardrobe searching for and finding her favourite belt, a four-inch wide, pink fashion belt. She grabbed her nail scissors and began to cut a circular hole in the very centre of the belt. Once she had achieved that she thrust the dildo through the hole, the bulge at the bottom of the sex toy stopping it from coming through completely. She picked up Bruno and tried to fasten the belt around his waist, finding the belt woefully short and not sufficient to reach round the huge bear's girth. She stamped her foot in frustration, wanting to do this quickly, to do it before she lost her nerve, to do it before somebody stopped her. Zoe ran downstairs and entered the garage through the internal door quickly finding a roll of string. Rushing back upstairs she gauged the correct length and cut the string, tying it to the buckle and one of the holes on the belt. "Yesss!" She cried at her own ingenuity, pulling the contrived strap-on up the bear's legs and around its waist. She cinched the belt/string, tying it tightly, forcing the stuffing either side of the belt to bulge obscenely but effectively anchoring the dildo. Placing Bruno on his back on the bed she removed her skirt and panties and climbed onto the bed. She straddled the bear, pausing to consider once last time what she was about to do. Being with Robbie earlier, seeing him with the blonde nurse, her exploration over the last few months had all been leading up to this. She grasped the dildo in her hand, making sure it was raised upright and lowered herself onto the tip. It was clear that, despite her already copious discharge, the dildo was going to be difficult to get into her pussy. She stopped and leapt off the bed, grabbing her bottle of Johnson's baby oil and covered the dildo in a liberal coating of the viscous substance. Getting back onto the bed Zoe resumed her position straddling the bear and tried once more to lower herself onto the 7" rubber penis. She felt it pushing against her little hole and moaned aloud at what she new she was about to do. She let one hand drop to her button and teased it before focussing on stroking across it, thinking that the higher her arousal, the easier this would be. The feelings were already spiralling, shooting sensations into her brain. She pressed down more firmly and felt the rubber head pop into her - "Ughhhh." The oil made the dildo's passage easier and soon she felt it nudge against her hymen. Breathing deeply she thought again about Robbie denying her, and, determination renewed, she dropped heavily, thrusting the dildo through her cherry and up into her womb. She experienced the pain as the membrane tore, but it was not as bad as she thought it would be. She rested once she had managed to accommodate the entire length of the tool. She felt the pride rise in her chest, "... see Robbie, I am old enough!" The feeling of having her pussy 'full' of the dildo was exactly what she had been craving the other night when she was playing with Robbie, this was the feeling that was missing. Zoe savoured the feeling, quickly deciding that this was something that she would be doing a lot. She slowly raised herself, leaning on the chest of her favourite toy. The electric rush she experienced cemented her thoughts that sex was going to be high on her wish list. She gradually fell into a rhythm, rising and falling on her toy(s!). Zoe lost herself in the pleasure the rubber dildo was creating in her little pussy. She was driving herself harder and harder against it, gasping and bouncing for all she was worth. Amanda had returned home from church and had climbed the stairs to see how Zoe was. She heard the gasps from Zoe's bedroom and approached the door cautiously. Peering round the door she was floored by what she saw, almost immediately feeling the urge to push into the room and stop her daughter. She restrained herself, recognising the damage that intruding now could cause. Halting herself she instead watched as her little girl fucked herself onto her sex toy which was strapped to a large grizzly bear. Despite herself she felt herself getting turned on by the highly erotic sight. She remembered the last time she had used the dildo herself, getting herself hotter, and was impressed by her daughter's imagination in devising the strap-on arrangement. She was totally mesmerised as she looked at where the dildo was connected with Zoe's little pussy, watching as it pulled her little lips obscenely outwards on the downstroke and mashing them inwards as Zoe drove it into herself. Amanda could tell that Zoe was getting close to her climax. Her movements were becoming more erotic and the hand that was at her little button was stroking faster and faster. She thrilled as she watcher her daughter bow her back and drive down particularly hard, squealing as she did so: "Yeeesssssss Robbie, yeeessssss, aaahhhhhhhhhhh, yyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessss baby, Robbieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Amanda quickly forgot her own damp panties, damp from watching the erotic sight of her daughter pleasuring herself on her sextoy, and considered Zoe's thoughts as she had orgasmed. "She was thinking of the Scotch (no, the Scots) boy," she thought. This was becoming a little difficult to fathom out. "How experienced is she sexually? Where does this Robbie fit in, how can he, he's unconscious for crissakes? Does she have a crush on him? Who else is she 'active' with?" Were all thoughts that rushed through her head. She retired gracefully, deciding that she needed to have a long talk with her baby soon. Zoe lay on her bed, satiated from the taking her own cherry. She roused herself, recognising that her mother could return at any moment. She slipped into her skirt and removed the dildo from the belt, taking it into her bathroom to clean it and then replacing it in her mother's drawer. The most important things done she reclined on her bed and began to think about what she had done. Robbie zipped into Zoe's bedroom from the hospital. He watched her as she lay on her bed. There was something different about her he thought, he couldn't put his finger on it. Floating over to the bed he gently touched her arm. Zoe flinched and shrugged as if to dislodge his hand. "Don't touch me," she thought with a mixture of anger and embarrassment Robbie thought. His short connection explained this combination. He was shocked to realise that Zoe had 'caught' him with Becky and at what she had just done with the bear and the dildo. "Oh Zoe, angel, what have you done?" he thought to her. "Get away from me you snake! Don't you dare sit here and tell me I'm not ready for my first time while you're playing hide the sausage with anything with a pussy!" Robbie recognised she was reacting as a teenager, she was not rational but unless he could retain 'physical' contact with her he would not be able to argue his case. He recognised that he only had a short window to get his points across. "Zoe, I know what you saw but remember that I have no control of my unconscious body, nurse Becky can do anything she wants with me and I can't stop her. I'm not going to try and claim I didn't enjoy it but if I was in control I would have stopped her. I don't feel anything for her and I don't want to do anything to hurt you but what you saw was outwith my control. Becky was determined to do that and I couldn't stop her" Zoe lashed out, trying to break Robbie's connection to her. She felt deeply betrayed by him and couldn't see that her use of the dildo was a direct reaction to seeing Robbie, of jealousy that he was with someone else, of wanting to be with him. She just wanted to get away from him. "You betrayed me and I never want to see you again," she thought to him, putting as much venom into the thought as possible. Robbie felt the depth of Zoe's feeling and recoiled with the sense of hatred he sensed. While he felt what he was telling Zoe was true, his acknowledgement that he enjoyed his episodes with Becky made him feel that Zoe was right, he had cheated on her! He floated downstairs and thought that Amanda also seemed distracted for some reason. He didn't connect with her, deciding instead it might be a good idea to leave the Gray's on their own for a little while. He seemed to be causing more harm than good just now. He zipped to the ICU room and curled up in the bedside chair, feeling very sorry for himself. Zoe fell asleep thinking about Robbie's words. Her subconscious was perhaps more objective and rational than her conscious mind because she realised that what Robbie said about his ability to say no Becky was true. He couldn't push her away. She began to realise her reaction had been harsh and most importantly unfair, if she had a problem it was with Becky, not Robbie. She also pondered what she had done with the dildo and realised she deeply regretted her actions now. She had given up her cherry to a piece of rubber when she really wanted to share it with Robbie. This made her think about what Robbie had said about her readiness and maturity in relation to her first time and she saw that her reactions had proved what he had said was true. Her reaction to seeing Robbie with Becky had been shallow, immature and ill-thought through. As she wakened the next morning she realised she had made a big mess and wondered how she could repair the damage. Zoe washed and dressed and went downstairs to snag some breakfast. She thought her mother seemed a little reserved and wondered what had caused that. She watched her mother move round the kitchen, avoiding looking at her and was convinced that something was wrong. She decided that the problem with Robbie was worse and focussed on that. Wolfing down her cereal she told her mother that she was going to cycle over to the hospital to see Robbie. Amanda considered all that she knew and thought about her baby's connection to Robbie but given he was unconscious she couldn't see any major problems. She still wanted to have a serious conversation with Zoe about things but decided that it was okay to allow her to visit the boy in the hospital. Zoe cycled over to valley County Hospital. She made her way to the ICU room. Robbie was currently in his own body, still trying to make sense of the inky black spot that was causing him concern. Zoe looked at Robbie's body lying in the hospital bed and admitted to herself that she was falling in love with this 'stranger'. She approached the bed, intent on returning the favour that Robbie had graced her with when he had licked her pussy. She pulled back the sheet and lowered her mouth to the penis that was exposed. Although inexperienced, she eagerly wrapped her lips around the head and laved the cock-head with her tongue. Immersed in trying to work out the black spot, Robbie had not noticed Zoe's arrival. When he felt her lips wrap round him the sensation body was absolutely incredible. He didn't consciously think but simply opened his eyes, realising that he had opened his real eyes and marvelled at the sensation of his penis in Zoe's mouth. The feeling was awesome. He reached down and grabbed Zoe's head pulling her mouth further onto his cock. Zoe felt his hands grip her head, she turned her head, forcing his penis lower so she could keep it in her mouth as she looked up at his face. Her eyes widened as she took in the fact that he was awake. She resumed her attack on the penis in her mouth, determined to do a good job. ------- Chapter 9: Awake Zoe looked into a pair of eyes of the most intense blue she had ever seen. They were piercing, as blue as the clearest summer sky and they seemed to see all the way into her soul. She heard Robbie make a croaking sound. His many days of being unconscious had obviously left his mouth dry and raw. She continued to suck on him, running her tongue over the head of his cock as if she was trying to get the most flavour out of her favourite lollipop. She also kept her eyes on his face, the excitement of seeing him awake adding to her mounting pleasure as she licked and explored the hard, fleshy rod in her mouth. Robbie felt her begin to bob her head up and down, letting his cock slide into and out of her hot mouth. He was virtually in sensory overload, awakening to the ICU room and feeling his flesh and blood penis in the mouth of an eager thirteen-year-old was almost too much to take. He tried to take it all in, the feel as his cock pushed against the inside of her cheek, the thrill of her tongue swabbing over the sensitive flesh at the head of his pole and the sensation of feeling his cock nudge the opening to her throat all combined to really drive him crazy. He knew he wouldn't last long. The feelings were just too intense to resist and soon he felt his balls tighten and his cum shooting up the length of his cock. He tugged on Zoe's hair to try to warn her but the excited look in her eyes suggested that she was already well aware of the state he was in and relishing the prospect of him coming in her little mouth. As he experienced the blasts of cum fire from his cock he locked his legs straight-out rigidly, riding the wave of pleasure. His eyes were screwed tightly shut, his head thrown back and he groaned his release. Zoe had been getting hotter and hotter, loving the feel of him in her mouth, trying to cram more and more of his length into her, even part-way down her throat. She was trying to fit his entire 7" in, to take him all, seeing this as a challenge. When she sensed he was getting close she slid her hand down to cup his balls, enjoying the weight of them in her hand but taking care to handle them gently. She was aware of how sensitive they were supposed to be. When she felt his balls lift up as if trying to retreat back into his body, she guessed this was a clear sign that he was close to coming. As she felt him tug on her hair she realised he was trying to warn her. "How sweet," she thought, "even now he's thinking about me. But I'm not stopping now, no way, I want to feel him cum in my mouth for this first time." When Robbie shot off in her mouth she was amazed at the volume of cum he produced and she had to swallow frantically to stop it from spilling from the corners of her mouth. As the volume receded she savoured the last mouthful, letting his softening cock slip from her mouth and rolling the thick semen over her tongue before finally swallowing the final drop. She was left with a salty, slightly oily taste after it had gone and she decided that she quite liked the taste. She wondered whether it was the combination of feeling the effect she had had on him, feeling his physical response, of knowing she had summoned up and then swallowed his very essence that added to her enjoyment. She sat up on the bed, still licking her lips. She smiled somewhat shyly at him, perhaps at odds with what she had just done but certainly in keeping with what after all was their first meeting in 'the flesh'. "Hi Robbie. I came to say I was sorry for shouting at you earlier. I was acting like a baby I guess, exactly like you said I was." "But you have to believe me. I really thought through the other thing we've talked about and I do want you to be my first. Perhaps you're right and I need to think on it a bit more, wait a while longer. But I feel strongly deep down that the answer is going to be the same whether it's next week, next month or next year." "I know you probably wont believe me given my reaction to seeing you with your nurse, but once I had calmed down I could see you were right, there was nothing you could do to stop her. I admit I was very jealous, I wanted you and you told me to wait but then not two hours later I saw you doing it with her." "I promise I wont jump to conclusions in future." She realised she had a captive audience who couldn't talk back and giggled to herself, "perfect," she thought, "just how men should be!" "Now my hunky Scotsman I need to get you some medical attention and make up a story about how you regained consciousness. Here, put these headphones on and listen to some of your music while I go and fetch a doctor or a nurse." Zoe left the ICU room in search of a member of staff. Robbie smiled at the sensations still tingling through his body from his orgasm, at the sound of AC/DC's Rock 'n' Roll Singer through the headphones and at the fact that he hadn't shared with Zoe the fact that he could still hear her thoughts, despite being back in his body. He had recognised when he read her thoughts that she presumed that, now he was back in his body, his mind reading was a thing of the past. "Payback can be such a bitch," he smiled to himself. "Anyway, the next time I'm with her I want it to be in person." He felt as though his body had been weakened somewhat through the lack of solid food and through the days of inactivity. He figured he would need a few days to get his strength back but it felt good to be back amongst the living. Zoe returned with Dr. Anderson. The doctor was all business, immediately conducting a battery of tests on Robbie to ascertain whether there was any lingering effects of his period of being in a coma and of the car accident. "I put his headphones on and within minutes he opened his eyes Doc," Zoe said, clueing Robbie in to the story she had concocted. "It really works, doesn't it? Isn't it great that he's come round?" "Yes, it has been known to work in the past, but it doesn't work for everyone. I guess we got lucky in this case, well done." The doctor seemed satisfied that Robbie had all of his faculties in terms of physical awareness and by the looks of his eyes following people around the room, his eyesight seemed to be okay too. "Robbie, I don't want you to try and speak just now. I've called for a nurse and she will bring you some iced water to help ease your throat. You'll feel some pain there for a few days as we needed to insert some tubes into your throat to aid your breathing, but it should be fine in no time at all. Now, I need to just check over some things. Can you hear our voices?" Robbie nodded. "Good. Did you understand what I just told you about your throat?" Again Robbie nodded. "Excellent, it seems your hearing and cognitive abilities are working just fine. Can you see Zoe and myself clearly?" Robbie nodded for a third time. Nurse Becky appeared in the ICU room, bringing with her a plastic beaker of iced water and a straw. When she had been summoned and told to bring the water she had guessed that Robbie had re-gained consciousness so she had had time to school her features to hide her disappointment. She helped Robbie sit-up and held the water and straw up to his mouth, allowing him to take repeated small sips, stopping him when he tried to drink too deeply. "Not too fast bucko or you'll make yourself sick. You need to take small sips and not too much at once." "Need food," Robbie croaked. "No talking Robbie," Dr. Anderson said firmly, "I told you, you need to give your throat a few days to recover. As for food, we will only allow you to have some light and mostly liquid intake for a while until we see how your body is going to react to it. You have to remember that you have been subjected to a number of drugs and your body has had nothing but intravenous feeding for some time. The nurse will bring you something later." Zoe had disappeared and Robbie wondered where she had gone but he was distracted by nurse Becky fussing over him. He eyed her intently, all the while remembering that the young blonde hottie had already initiated sex with him on a number of occasions ("okay, she thinks I don't know that," he admitted to himself). He continued to watch her as she bustled round him tidying the room and plumping up his pillows. "Nurse, can you make arrangements for moving Mr MacRae to a recovery room please and think about getting him something to eat? I need to have a few words with our patient here." Robbie watched Becky leave to go and do whatever had to be done to prepare to have him moved. He then turned his attention to Dr. Anderson. "Robbie I'm not sure how much you remember about how you got here. Do you know you have been in a car accident?" Robbie nodded to confirm that he knew what had happened. He looked at Robbie as he explained "We need all the ICU rooms available as quickly as we can. In any case you'll be far more comfortable in one of our private rooms so I want to move you pretty quickly if that's okay." Robbie tried to smile to indicate that he was okay about moving. "Robbie, I need to tell you that it was quite a bad crash. There is no easy way to tell you this so I'm just going to get straight to the point. Although you seem to have come out of this relatively unscathed, I'm afraid that both your mother and father died in the accident." Dr Anderson paused to gauge Robbie's reaction. He was surprised to see little change in the expression on Robbie's face and was sure that Robbie hadn't taken this news in. "Do you understand what I'm telling you Robbie, neither of your parents made it out of the crash, neither did the driver of the other car." Robbie nodded to indicate he had indeed understood. Anderson made a note to arrange some psychological evaluation of the young boy, a little worried by the lack of what he would have expected in terms of a 'normal' response. "I can re-assure you that they wouldn't have suffered if that is something you are worrying about." Robbie nodded once more, getting somewhat frustrated at this form of communication. "Robbie can you tell us what relative we should contact to inform them of what has happened?" This time Robbie shook his head from side to side. "Do you mean you don't have any relatives?" Robbie nodded. "Ok, I'm going to have to arrange to have someone from social services come talk to you about some things." Nurse Becky returned with two hospital porters and confirmed with the doctor that it was okay to move Robbie to his private recovery room. His new room was certainly more comfortable, more like a hotel room than a hospital, it even boasted a TV and a phone. No sooner had he been settled into his new bed than the door to the room burst open and Zoe and Amanda entered. Zoe was obviously still very excited and Amanda seemed highly amused by her antics. They visited for perhaps thirty minutes, basically introducing themselves with Zoe going along with this, managing to maintain a front for her mother's benefit. No way could she explain to her mom that Robbie and her knew each other very well already. At last Amanda decided it was time to leave, she realised the hospital was already being very accommodating and she didn't want to push it too far. They said their goodbyes with Zoe insisting on giving Robbie a kiss on the cheek before leaving. Amanda stopped off to talk with Doctor Anderson on the way out of the hospital. "How is he Doctor?" "So far as I can see he is in remarkable health. There seem to be no complications, no concussion, no internal damage. The only thing that bothers me is that he didn't respond as I expected when I told him that his folks had died." "Maybe he just doesn't like others seeing him in an emotional state." "Amanda, it would take a lot of will power on the part of an adult, never mind a kid, to be able to listen to that kind of news without reacting at all. And that's what I got, nothing, nada, not even a blink of the eyes to indicate he understood but was covering things up, absolutely nothing." "Is it possible he already knew, perhaps he remembers more about the crash than you realise?" "Maybe." "What's going to happen to him now?" "Well he's confirmed that he has no other relatives we can contact so I will have to arrange for social services to come see him." "Oh that poor boy, and all because of Jason. We feel so responsible for the position he is in." "Now forgive me for saying it Amanda, but that's plain stupid. There's no way Jason could be blamed for this much less you and Zoe. It was an accident, pure and simple. We will make sure the boy sees social services and it will be up to them to help him from here on in." Amanda glanced at Zoe and could see that this was not something she was happy about. Before she could say anything Amanda tugged her arm and told the Doctor that they would return the next day to visit Robbie again. She dragged Zoe from the hospital whispering to her not to make a scene. They remained silent all the way home and it wasn't until they were side by side on the sofa in the family room that Zoe finally erupted. "Mom, we can't leave Robbie to those idiots in social services. They never get anything right, you know that, they're morons." "Baby there's nothing else we can do. Social services are trained to deal with situations like these, we can't interfere in this. They will do what's best for Robbie." "I will not leave my Robbie to those goons mom, we need to do something to help him out. Please mom can't we try to do something?" Amanda noted Zoe's reference to 'my' Robbie and was again intrigued by how closely Zoe seemed to align herself with him, after all he was a virtual stranger, wasn't he? "Zoe, I need you to tell me now, do you know this boy from somewhere?" "Of course not mom, how could I? It's just that I feel we have responsibilities here and although I don't know him I think I'm going to like him a lot. You will too. But that isn't going to happen if we abandon him to social services." Zoe felt herself tense up inside as she imagined social services whisking Robbie away from her. Amanda considered the situation, taking in the determined look on her daughter's face. She again admitted to herself that she also felt they had some responsibility to try and look after the boy who had been orphaned by her late husband. She decided that she would ask the family lawyer for advice as to whether there was anything of a practical nature they could do to make things easier for him. "Okay baby, I will ask our lawyer what if anything we can do to help him. I'm not promising anything but we can only ask the question." Zoe calmed down at apparently having managed to get her own way once again. The Gray's had a strangely subdued night together before retiring for the night. At the Valley County Hospital, Robbie was sitting up, continuing to sip water to try and ease his raw throat. He too was thinking about what would happen to him next. He admitted to himself that he was growing very fond of Zoe. Closing his eyes he could easily picture how her auburn hair shone as the light picked out and highlighted the various complex tones, her deep brown eyes into which he knew he was losing himself, her pouting lips that he knew were soft and welcoming. He enjoyed her smile and her quick humour. He even found her moments of thirteen-year-old childishness endearing. The intimacy they had shared was also something to be treasured but he knew that wasn't the thing that drew him to her most. No, it was the whole package that made up his 'angel' that he was falling for and falling for deeply. He sighed as he dragged himself back to his current position. He knew that he would have to return to Scotland. He would need to arrange to have his parents bodies returned and for a funeral for them. He then recalled that there was at least one person at home who would be worried about him, his athletics coach, Bruce. While he might be worried only because his star runner might be injured rather than for Robbie's loss and emotional distress, at least that was something. "Wasn't it?" He thought. Robbie was a talented young athlete. He had been Scottish champion in his age group from the age of thirteen and he was consistently close to beating the age group national records for his event each year. He eventually fell asleep, dreaming alternatively of the feeling he remembered of crossing the finishing line in first place and of Zoe's warm mouth surrounding his cock. He thought the thrill of victory couldn't be beaten but now he knew better. After lunch - thin chicken soup followed by jello - the next day, nurse Becky brought a stern looking woman into Robbie's room and introduced her as Mrs Tinker. She explained that Mrs Tinker was from social services and that she needed to ask Robbie some questions. "Okay Robbie, the medical staff have warned me that you shouldn't speak too much for now but there are a number of questions I need to ask you." "You've told the medical staff that you have no living relatives. Is that correct?" Robbie nodded to confirm this was true. "How old are you Robbie? Your passport says you've just turned sixteen. Is that right?" "Yes," Robbie croaked, tired of nodding. "Well that makes you a minor and for the moment a ward of the state until we figure out what to do for you." Robbie shook his head vigorously and croaked "No!" as emphatically as he could. "Now dear, don't get yourself all upset. There's nothing to worry about. We will look after you until we have decided what's best." With that Mrs Tinker nodded at him and left. Robbie was agitated. What did they have planned for him? Were they going to put him in some kind of home or something, a home for orphans? He knew in Scotland that social services sometimes found foster families for orphaned children but he was unhappy, this Mrs Tinker was way off-beam. He was not a minor and he was already planning the things he needed to do. That included returning home to make all the necessary arrangements for his parents and to tie up their estate. This old battleaxe had better not get in his way. Dr Anderson returned to see Robbie around an hour later. "Well Robbie you are perfectly fit and healthy and we are ready to discharge you at any time. The only thing holding that up is where you go and how you look after yourself but I believe Mrs Tinker is working on that. She mentioned that she has a number of families that social services use to look after young people short-term and I think she is checking whether one of those families can take you in until things can be sorted out longer term." Robbie again shook his head to indicate he was not pleased with this idea. "Now, now, Robbie. Don't be worried about this, social services arrange these kind of things all the time. I'm sure you are going to be very well looked after. It should only be a day or two more and you should be on your way, out of this place and I'm sure that will help cheer you up!" The doctor smiled and left Robbie alone. He sat up and gulped some water. Lifting the phone from beside his bed he dialled '0' and heard an operator answer. He talked to her haltingly, sipping water in between sentences and memorised the number she gave him. He dialled the number and managed to croak through another conversation before finally being able to lie back down, feeling a little better at being able to do something for himself. Amanda and Zoe visited him later that afternoon. Robbie brightened immediately when he saw them both enter the room and both women were delighted at his obvious pleasure that they had returned. Zoe crossed to the bed and pecked him on the cheek, stepping back and giving him her very best smile. He wasn't conscious of it but his own eyes danced with his pleasure, twinkling away merrily and the women were both enthralled by this. It gave his already handsome face an irresistible quality that drew them both to him and they responded to the beaming smile on his face and in his eyes. "Robbie we want you to live with us," Zoe blurted out. "Mom is trying to fix things with our lawyer." "Zoe, don't be so hasty," Amanda admonished quietly, once again amused at just how excited her daughter got around this boy. "There may be no way we can do that and we don't even know if Robbie wants to come stay with us." She looked at Robbie questioningly. Robbie nodded and then croaked "That would be more than fine with me. Social services are trying to arrange a foster home for me but I don't think I want that. If you don't mind I would prefer to live with you both. It wouldn't be for long anyway." As he finished he reached for a drink of water. "So there mom, that's settled then," Zoe continued excitedly, apparently finding it difficult to stand on one spot for more than a second. "Baby, there's more to it than that. We'll just have to wait and see what our lawyer says and speak to social services." Amanda was concerned that there were still a lot of things that could go wrong but she was fully committed to this now, almost as committed as Zoe seemed to be. She admitted to herself that maybe Zoe was right, there was just something about this boy. She knew she had to do her best for him. The door opened behind Amanda and she turned to see a short, plump, woman enter. She introduced herself as Mrs Tinker from social services and asked who they were. "I'm Amanda Gray and this is my daughter Zoe," Amanda responded. "My husband was driving the other car involved in the crash in which Robbie's parents were killed." "We're here to get Robbie and take him home with us," Zoe added impetuously. "Well I'm afraid that's completely out of the question young lady. Robbie is a minor and as such he is a ward of the state. The hospital is pressing me to find a place for him to go as they want this bed freed up as quickly as possible and I have been frantically arranging a foster family to take him in." Robbie lay back getting angrier and angrier. This woman was talking about him as if he wasn't there. Why was she talking 'about him' rather than 'to him'? It was almost as if he was a child and didn't have any say in what was being discussed. "You can't have him, he has to come home with us!" Zoe continued hotly. "Zoe calm down baby," Amanda said, seeing that things were rapidly getting out of hand and recognising the growing annoyance of the social services worker. From experience she knew that bureaucrats didn't like people questioning their authority. "But mom..." "Enough, Zoe. I think we need to go and get a coffee while Mrs Tinker speaks to Robbie. Come on." "This is exactly why he shouldn't stay with you," Mrs Tinker threw after them. "You are too emotionally embroiled in how he came to be orphaned in the first place and that's just not healthy." Amanda dragged Zoe from the room before she could do any further damage. She hustled her along the corridors to the cafeteria and purchased a juice for Zoe and a coffee for herself. They sat down at a vacant table. "Zoe, you need to control yourself better baby. I know you want Robbie to come and live with us but arguing with social services is not the right way to achieve that." "But mom..." "Zoe, stop it and listen. We don't even know whether legally we can ask Robbie to stay with us. We need to wait for legal advice and then decide how we should proceed. You heard that woman's reaction and the more you antagonise a bureaucrat the harder they are going to resist you and the more obstacles they are going to throw in your way." "But mom, you heard Robbie. He wants to come and live with us. He doesn't want to go to a foster home. Surely that must count for something?" "It should baby but sometimes life doesn't work like that. We don't always get what we want." Mother and daughter finished their drinks and returned to Robbie's room. As they entered they heard the end of Mrs Tinker's conversation with Robbie. "... so, I will return tomorrow to pick you up and take you to meet the Hendersons. I will be here around three o'clock. Oh, you two have returned. You know I'm not altogether sure that allowing you to visit this boy is a good thing. It is entirely possible that you are simply adding to his emotional distress and I think I will need to have a word with the medical staff." Amanda noted that, strangely, Robbie's face once more had a smile on it and his blue eyes were twinkling away. He didn't seem at all put out anymore but rather seemed to be completely in control of himself and gave the impression he was completely in control of the situation too. "Maybe he has decided he wants to go to a foster home after all," she thought. She was impressed by the youngster's apparent maturity. Mrs Tinker bustled out of the room and Amanda and Zoe were once more left alone with Robbie. Zoe sat in the bedside chair and took Robbie's hand smiling intently up at him. "We're going to try everything we can to stop her," she said. "But mom says we need to get legal advice before we know what we can do." "Don't worry angel, it's all going to work out fine. Trust me." Amanda noted Robbie's use of 'angel' and her curiosity was piqued once more. How did he know Zoe's 'pet' name? She wasn't stupid and she just knew there was something going on here between these two, more than they were letting on. Amanda and Zoe remained chatting with Robbie for a while longer. Amanda was taken with his Scottish accent and twinkling eyes. He was obviously a very smart boy too and Zoe's growing obsession with him was hard to miss. At last they decided it was time to go. Zoe was even more affectionate and kissed Robbie lightly on the lips. Amanda decided to shake them both up and bent to give Robbie a kiss on the lips of her own. She was pleased with the reaction she got from them and taking Zoe's arm she turned to leave. As she escorted her daughter to the door she glanced over her shoulder and caught Robbie's eyes flitting from her butt to Zoe's and back again, checking both of them out. "Why you cheeky little... ," she thought at his boldness. Catching his eye she let him know that he had been busted. To her surprise Robbie merely smirked back at her and winked. Amanda put a little more sway into her walk, allowing her butt to move sensuously from side to side and she winked back, once again impressed by how self confident he was. Taking a final glance back, she returned the wink. Once they were home Amanda checked her service for any messages but was disappointed that there were none. She dialled the number for her lawyer, caught up in the situation now as much as Zoe was, feeling a strong personal stake too. "Amanda behave yourself, you're letting that boy's twinkling eyes and boldness turn your recently bereaved head!" she rebuked herself. Once she connected she was disappointed to hear that her lawyer had nothing for her yet. "I'm sorry Amanda but we are still researching this. It's an unusual case and we need to try and look at law in the United Kingdom as well as the US. I'm sorry but it's going to take us a few more days I'm afraid." "We don't have a few days, social services are going to move him tomorrow," Amanda replied anxiously. "Can't you do something quicker?" "You need to be patient here Amanda, the law is very complex. In any case tomorrow doesn't need to be the end of things. If we find something that helps you then you can still look to arrange custody and bring him back from wherever they house him." Amanda wasn't convinced, wasn't happy, and she made her feelings known to her lawyer. She rung off and then had to explain the position to Zoe who was similarly unhappy about the position. "We can't let them take Robbie away mom, who knows where they'll take him. We'll never see him again. I wont let them, I wont." She broke down, sobbing. "Zoe, stop acting like a child, that's not going to help here. We need to keep calm and think straight." Amanda's words were like a slap to the young girl. She was acting childishly, just as Robbie had suggested. That wouldn't do. She needed to do better than this if she was to prove herself to him. She sobered and pulled her shoulders back, drawing deep breaths. She could do this, she knew she could, do it for Robbie. "Okay mom, you're right. What should we do?" "We wait until we get legal advice baby. We let Robbie know that he's welcome here, that we want him with us and that we are trying to make that happen." Zoe was still unhappy but accepted what her mother was saying. The next morning Amanda checked with the lawyer once more but there was no new information yet. They both pottered around the house, hoping that their lawyer would come through in time but preparing themselves to go to the hospital to see Robbie, probably to see him go off with social services. Neither of them felt up to lunch. Eventually it was time to return to the hospital if they were going to be there before the time that Mrs Tinker had suggested Robbie was to be picked up. There had been no further word or legal advice. They were quiet and solemn on the drive to the hospital, Amanda glancing sideways to look at Zoe saw that she was on the verge of tears once more. When they approached the reception desk they saw Mrs Tinker speaking with Dr Anderson but passed her by and made towards Robbie's room. "Not so fast," they heard behind them. "I've spoken to the hospital administrators and made clear my concerns about you visiting the boy. Now, if he was remaining here I would insist that you be forbidden from seeing him. As it is that really doesn't matter now as I will be taking him to his new home immediately." Zoe flashed a look of anger at the woman as she and her mother resumed their way along the corridor. "Don't look at me like that young lady, he is far better off away from you, with a family that will look after him. He doesn't need you and your mother around him, reminding him that it was your father that took his parents." Amanda couldn't believe how insensitive this bureaucrat was. She almost exploded as she rose to her daughter's and her husband's defense. "How dare you! You dried up old windbag! Robbie's parents have been lost due to an accident, not as you so crassly suggest down to my husband. You know fine well that Robbie has already indicated that he would prefer to live with us than one of your foster families. Why do you feel you have to hurt people rather than do what is best for them? You really are a rather pathetic, dried-up excuse for a human being," she ended hotly. Mrs Tinker was stunned. Amanda, Zoe, Mrs Tinker and Dr Anderson all made their way towards Robbie's room, the bad feeling between the Gray's and the woman from social services almost tangible in the air around them. When they opened the door to the recovery room, they were surprised to see that someone was already there talking to Robbie. The man stood and faced the four newcomers. "Who are you?" Demanded Mrs Tinker haughtily. The man handed her a beautifully embossed business card and replied, "please allow me to introduce myself. I am Derek Forsythe, British Consular Services. You must be Mrs Tinker. Mr MacRae has informed me of who you are and what you are trying to do." Mrs Tinker was intimidated by the clipped, proper English of the official, by the man's confidence, by his calm scrutiny of her. "Well that's all very well and good," she spluttered, but I am here to make sure he is looked after and I'm taking him to a good home." "I'm afraid not Mrs Tinker. You see, in the United Kingdom we consider the age of sixteen to be the age where people become adults. So far as we are concerned Mr MacRae is already an adult and can make up his own mind what he wants to do. Now, he has informed me that he wishes to spend the next short while residing with Mrs Gray - I assume that is you ma'am?" he looked towards Amanda. Amanda nodded, caught up in the drama of the moment. She looked over quickly to Robbie and took in his little smile and the flashing twinkle in his eyes. "Yes, well," continued Forsythe, "Mr MacRae has informed me of your kindness and your offer to let him live with you and your lovely daughter meantime. While we appreciate the efforts of the State of Montana to assist Mr MacRae, we really see no further need of your services Mrs Tinker. Thank you and good day madam," he ended. Mrs Tinker's face reddened as she slowly realised she was being dismissed by the diplomat. She huffed and puffed but retired quickly from the room. "Now then, Mrs Gray, Ms Gray, may I extend the deepest thanks of her Majesty's government for extending your kind hospitality to one of our citizens. You really are outstanding ambassadors for your country and I know Mr MacRae appreciates all that you are offering, especially in light of your own loss." Amanda and Zoe glanced across at Robbie who was now sporting a huge grin. "I told you everything would work out alright," he laughed. Zoe rushed to hug Robbie but found herself beaten to the punch by Amanda. ------- Chapter 10: Goodbyes Zoe looked on as her mother virtually smothered Robbie with a hug and kissed him soundly on the lips. She was impatient to show her own delight at the fact that Robbie seemed to have pulled of a major coup but was non-plussed that her mother seemed to be supplanting her position with him. She tapped her foot and her brows dropped in a frown. Robbie was surprised at Amanda's show of emotion but luxuriated in the feel of her body pressed against him, her firm breasts against his chest, her soft and pliant lips against his. "Oh god, I could get used to this," he thought. He willed his cock not to rise at the feel of her in his arms and was thankful he was now dressed so that the jeans he was wearing helped mask his excitement. Amanda broke the kiss and stepped back, flushed from what she done and ambivalent as to whether it was wrong or not. Robbie noticed that her eyes were slightly hooded as if she was aroused and he thrilled at the possibility. Seeing her chance, Zoe launched herself at Robbie, knocking him back onto the bed as she covered his face with kisses. "Robbie, Robbie, yessss," she chanted. "Does this mean that you are coming to stay with us now? Can I take you away from all of this?" she joked lightly. Not to be outdone by her mother, she took this opportunity to rub her little titties against him, feeling her nipples harden at once. She reluctantly drew back, her face mirroring the flush on her mother's. "Well," said Amanda, "does that mean we are ready to go? I have to warn you Robbie that we weren't expecting this so I'm afraid the house is a bit of a mess." Amanda's feminine pride came to the fore, despite the fact that her house was never untidy. Mother and daughter were almost giddy as they helped Robbie from the hospital and out to Amanda's car. They stowed his bag in the trunk and set off, Zoe chattering away incessantly. Robbie sat back and let her enthusiasm wash over him, pleased that things had worked out as he had wanted. He made a little mistake when they arrived at the Gray household by walking immediately into the family room and taking a seat on the sofa. Amanda looked askance at him, wondering how he seemed to know his way around the house but said nothing at this point. Zoe plonked down beside Robbie, wrapping her arms around him and bursting into tears as the tension that had built up was released. Amanda watched as Robbie stroked Zoe's back and she heard him whisper: "Shhh, angel Bruno says it's time to stop now, Bruno says it's time to stop." As Zoe immediately began to calm down Amanda thought "my god, if I closed my eyes I would swear that was her daddy comforting her. How does he know what to say and what to do?" "How about we phone for pizza to celebrate Robbie's escape?" She suggested. "Yes!" Squealed Zoe. "Way to go mom!" "If you don't mind Mrs Gray, I think I would enjoy that." "Lighten up Robbie," Amanda said. "Try and act like this is your home too." "Thank you ma'am, I'll try." Amanda sat on the sofa beside Robbie, effectively sandwiching him between herself and Zoe. She took Robbie's arm and faced him. "Please Robbie, call me Amanda. Ma'am, is very chivalrous and gentlemanly and reflects well on how your parents brought you up but it makes me feel old." Now in contact with her, Robbie could here her thoughts. "I am so impressed with how adult he is. It's uncanny how he knows how to treat Zoe so well. He reminds me of Jason in many ways." Robbie decided to take a slight chance with Amanda while he was connected with her. He thought back to the frantic scene inside the ICU room when Jason had died and recalled that he had referred to Amanda as 'Mandy'. "Would it be okay if I called you Mandy instead?" He asked. Amanda stiffened and stared at him. Then she slowly relaxed. Robbie could hear the surprise and thrill inside her head as she wondered at him using the name that Jason used with her. She snuggled into his side and kissed his cheek. "That would be just fine dear." Zoe had been watching this exchange in amusement. She connected her mother's actions now to the kiss and hug she had given Robbie at the hospital and wondered whether her mother was flirting with him. She hesitated and thought about how she would feel if it was true and was surprised that she did not feel jealous. "Mom needs to be comforted too," she thought. "Robbie said that dad made him promise to look after both of us and I guess it's only right if he does things with her." Robbie could hear all of this and smiled to himself. He didn't think he would ever have a chance at being intimate with Amanda but was pleasantly surprised that Zoe seemed to be okay with the idea that it might happen. Amanda asked them what toppings they wanted on their pizza and phoned in an order. She quickly prepared a salad and put some frozen garlic bread into the oven to go along with the pizza. When the pizza arrived they adjourned to the dining area and Amanda set out dinner plates for each of them. She went to the kitchen and brought back a bottle of red wine - "not very patriotic," she thought "something from California might be more American but I do love this Australian cabernet shiraz." She set up three glasses and, opening the bottle she poured wine for all of them. "It's okay for you to have one glass," she said, I've heard it's good to educate young people on how to handle alcohol by introducing it at home." The pizza, salad and bread were quickly demolished and Robbie and Zoe enjoyed the accompanying wine. Zoe was particularly impressed as her mother had never introduced this kind of parental relaxation before. She felt her head buzzing from the glass of wine but thought it was quite pleasant. They mucked in together to clear up after they had finished eating. Robbie washed up while Zoe dried and Amanda put the dishes away. When they had finished Robbie indicated he was beginning to feel tired and needed to get some rest. Amanda realised that they had forgotten that Robbie had only recently recovered from a coma and a significant emotional trauma. She immediately fussed over him, asking if he wanted a hot drink before going to bed. Robbie declined gracefully and bussed Amanda on the cheek as he headed upstairs. "Perhaps I should let you know which room to use," she said. "After all, we don't want you in the wrong room now, do we?" Amanda took Robbie upstairs and showed him to one of the spare bedrooms on the same floor as her own and Zoe's rooms. "Thanks Mandy, I really appreciate what you and Zoe are doing for me. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you take me in. I really miss mum and dad but I know that Zoe and you are also missing Jason so agreeing to have me here must be difficult for you. Not only are you both very beautiful, you must have big hearts and I am truly grateful. I promise I wont put you out for any longer than necessary and then you can both get on with your lives." Amanda had shivered at his use of 'Mandy' and the sincerity and maturity in what he had said, combined with the sad look on his face was almost enough to break her heart. She wrapped Robbie up in a hug, squeezing him tightly to her. She could feel how solid his body was and her head lay on his chest. "Robbie you are welcome to stay for as long as you need. Don't worry about Zoe and I, we're both really happy to have you." "Zoe seems really happy to have him here all right. I'll need to keep an eye on that girl," she thought. "She does have a point though, he is pretty cute and well built too. Amanda Gray behave yourself, getting your panties wet thinking about a boy half your age just wont do." Robbie blushed as he heard these thoughts going through Amanda's head. He was appalled to feel his cock react, beginning to thicken and become hard in his pants. He tried to separate his lower body from Amanda so that she wouldn't feel him. "I can't believe my little head is doing this to me, how embarrassing, she takes me in, looks after me and all I can think about is how wonderful her body feels. Get a grip MacRae." Amanda thought she could feel his cock, stiff and hard, pressing into her lower tummy and was surprised anew at her reaction to it. "Oh, has the cute Scotsman got all hot and bothered over Mandy? Is he thinking about throwing me onto that bed and taking me?" She shivered at the thought, she knew she responded to strong men, was turned on by their forceful behaviour, liked the take charge kind of guy, decisive. "If only he knew that my panties are already soaking and if he pushed me now I would find it very hard to say no," Robbie heard her think. "Amanda honey you've let one little glass of wine go to your head, now behave and leave the poor boy alone." She sighed and pulled back from him. "Goodnight Robbie," she said, almost reluctantly he thought, and she kissed him softly on the lips. When Amanda left the room Robbie prepared for bed, washing his face and brushing and flossing his teeth. He normally slept naked and that was how he crawled under the bedclothes now, feeling his eyes already beginning to droop and relieved that his cock had softened. He fell asleep thinking how wonderful Amanda had felt in his arms. Zoe told her mother that she was also drained and thought she would turn in. She kissed her mom goodnight and trudged upstairs, stopping to peek into the guest room to watch Robbie sleep for a moment. She sighed and made her way to her own room, getting ready and climbing into bed. She couldn't believe what a roller-coaster day it had been. From the despair of feeling there was nothing they could to for Robbie, the anger at that, that woman! from social services, to the joy at discovering Robbie had sorted everything out himself. Neither could she believe how good he looked in jeans and a tee - he really was fit and oh so cute. And he was lying next door, possibly naked, with that big penis of his between his legs. Zoe unconsciously began to rub her thighs together as she let her imagination go. She had plenty of material to work with now. She had seen Robbie in the flesh had held and sucked his cock ("Oh, I love saying that word, it seems soooo nasty, sooooo slutty but absolutely perfect to describe Robbie's penis") and she now wondered how it would feel if it was sliding into her little pussy. She pressed a fist between her legs, squeezing both thighs tightly around it, pushing her hand hard against her vulva. Amanda had poured herself a second glass of wine and, an hour or so after the youngsters had turned in, was in the middle of a daydream of her own. "I cannot believe how hot I am for a sixteen-year-old boy. It's not real, Jason has been gone a week and I'm acting like a slut in heat, that's not normal. It's not right." "There is just something about him though. He reminds me of Jason in some ways, he even seems to have some of Jason's mannerisms and way of talking. And Zoe's right, he is cute and he likes me if that lump in his pants is anything to go by." At the thought of Zoe she reminded herself of how attached her daughter seemed to be to Robbie, even to the extent of crying out his name when she had been using her dildo. "Perhaps it's a good idea to keep a close eye on my daughter," she thought. She put her wine glass down and quietly climbed the stairs to check on the two teenagers. She looked into Zoe's room first and saw she was on her side, apparently asleep. She cautiously peered into Robbie's room next. He was on his back and the sheets had slipped down exposing his upper body. Amanda took in the chiselled, highly developed muscles of his shoulders, chest and arms. Lower, she drank in the incredible six-pack Robbie had as a stomach. "Well now I know why his body felt so hard when I hugged him," she thought as she let her eyes run over him. "He must work out a lot to be in that kind of shape for just sixteen. And his other 'muscle' felt well developed too." She giggled at her own immodesty and then chided herself once more for her lustful thoughts and backed away from the room, returning downstairs. She topped up her wine and sat back on the sofa, slipping back into her thoughts. Zoe had heard her mother quietly checking on her. She had slowly let her imagination and the hand between her legs work herself up into a fever of arousal. She had been at the point of throwing caution to the wind, of simply climbing into Robbie's bed, when she had sensed her mother at the door. Knowing her plan was now frustrated seemed to just fuel her need. "Maybe it's safe now that she's checked on me," she tried to rationalise. "If I'm quick, maybe I can get back before she checks again." She knew she was taking a huge risk but her hormones were clouding her thinking and the juices covering her hand and thighs were a physical measure of just how hot she was. She slipped from her bed and softly crossed to Robbie's bedroom door. When she entered his room she took in the sight of him lying on his back. She gasped at how fit and powerful he looked, at his shape, leanness, his well-developed muscles. "Oh god, look at him, sooo hunky. Come on girl stop gawking and get on with this, she thought to herself. Zoe crawled in beside Robbie, cuddling up to him and letting her hand drop to his groin. She slid her hand under the sheet, searching for his cock("Yes, his cock, that's it's name," she thought). Her hand found him, limp but warm and soft. She gently wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began to tug slowly. She marvelled at the way the loose skin seemed to stretch over the flesh underneath it, at the feeling of him beginning to harden in her hand, of the velvety head as she ran her thumb over it. "Wasss, what," Robbie mumbled, wakening slowly at the feel of her jacking him. He came fully awake and after taking a few seconds to realise what was going on, he made a grab for Zoe's hand, stopping her from continuing her stroking of his cock. "Zoe, what do you think you're doing!" he whispered urgently. "Isn't it kind of obvious?" "I can't believe you. Your mother is downstairs and there is no way I am going to return her hospitality by taking advantage of her daughter right under her nose." Unbeknown to both of them Amanda was not in fact downstairs. Her imagination had got her so hot she had succumbed to a desire to have one more look at Robbie's body as he slept. "I wont go into the room, I wont touch him," she tried to convince herself as she quietly climbed upstairs. When she glanced through the bedroom door and saw her daughter in Robbie's bed she lost all thoughts of lust and instead her face took on a concerned look. "Oh baby, what are you doing? Amanda it's kind of obvious what she's doing, looks like she had a similar idea to your own," she thought to herself guiltily. "I should stop this before it starts." She was on the verge of entering the room when she heard Robbie's whispers. "Zoe this is not going to happen. It would be a betrayal of your mother's trust and I'm not about to do that. If you are so desperate to lose your virginity then you are not thinking straight. I've already told you that you need to get your head sorted and wait until the time is right. Sneaking around in the night under your mother's nose is not my idea of 'the time being right'." "But Robbie, I need you, I need you now, please, I'm so hot for you, feel how wet I am." Amanda watched as Zoe tried to pull Robbie's hand between her legs. Robbie used his superior strength to resist her tug and instead whispered to her again. "Zoe, think about this. You are trying to initiate sex, probably unprotected sex, am I right?" Zoe dropped her gaze guiltily as she recognised the truth of what he had said. Again he was right, she was letting her hormones and immaturity run away with her. But she just couldn't get the thought of him out of her head, it was driving her crazy with need. "Zoe look at me." She looked into his blue eyes which were piercing in their intensity as he tried to get his point across. "Angel, I would like nothing better than to be your first. You are beautiful, smart and fun to be with. You have a killer figure, what's not to like about you. But this is not the time or the place, trust me. I would hate myself if I did this to Amanda. And I want your first time to be extra special, not rushed and spoiled by the fact we are sneaking around." "But Robbie, I can't sleep, I can't stop wanting you, I'm burning up." "Shhhhh, angel, I know, I know, maybe I can help you get off, just to help you get to sleep." Amanda watched as Robbie began to kiss his way down Zoe's body, pausing to suckle her breasts and nipples for some minutes before continuing downwards towards her pussy. Amanda new the moment when Robbie's tongue found her daughter's little clit as she saw Zoe arch her back and groan deeply. Her own breathing had deepened as she was consumed by the tableau in front of her. She couldn't see Zoe because Robbie's head was in the way but as she watched, she knew Robbie was obviously swiping his tongue repeatedly up Zoe's slit, pausing to swirl over her clit probably as Zoe writhed around more frantically at some points. She dropped her gaze between Robbie's legs and her tongue licked ever so slowly across her lips as she took in the sight of his hard, proud cock. "Oh god, he's sooo big and hard, sooo beautiful," She thought to herself. "Oh Robbie, such a beautiful cock, sooo big, sooooo hard." As Amanda continued to play the voyeur, she witnessed her daughter reach her climax, covering her own face with one of Robbie's pillows to try and keep the noise down as she thrashed around, her hips thrusting into Robbie's face, her legs twitching. At last Zoe slumped back, satisfied. Her mother heard her clearly tell Robbie that it was his turn now. "No, Zoe, you don't need to do that, this was just for you, to help you sleep. What I said about not taking advantage of Amanda's hospitality still holds good and I would feel guilty if I was to give in. It's okay I'm fine, really, I don't need to get off. I enjoyed doing that for you, now back to your own bed before your mother catches us." Amanda darted back downstairs before her daughter bumped into her on her way back to her bed. Zoe climbed back into bed, a satisfied smirk on her face and had no trouble falling into a deep sleep. Robbie lay awake, trying to will his hard cock to soften. He could still picture clearly the pearly drops of Zoe's juices leaking between her little lips and trickling slowly down her slit. He had savoured every individual drop as he licked upwards, letting the musky juice drizzle over his tongue as he moved upwards to where her clit was already peeking out from its hood. "Stop doing this to yourself," he thought. "There's no way you'll ever get to sleep if you keep that up." Amanda had refilled her wine glass for a third time, definitely getting a buzz and certainly feeling mellow. She could feel her breasts were tight, her nipples hard and her clit was throbbing as she pictured Robbie's lovely cock in front of her only minutes before, and she imagined his tongue was delving into her vulva rather than Zoe's. "Oh yes Robbie, lick me baby, lick Mandy's hot pussy baby, yesssss," she whispered to herself unaware of her hand gliding into her lap, tracing a line up her panties, directly along her nether lips and up to her button. She squeaked when her finger and thumb pinched her clit, coming back a little and realising what she was thinking and doing. "Amanda you really need to get a grip baby. This is not right, it's not healthy." She tried to think of something else to take her mind off of her tingling sex. She replayed the conversation between Robbie and Zoe. She was impressed by his maturity and his ability to overcome his basic instincts. He certainly had managed Zoe expertly. He had let her down gently by pointing out how flawed her thinking and actions were but at the same time re-assured her, complimenting her on her personality and her looks. "Yes, very mature and very sensitive," she thought. "There was even some strange logic in denying her intercourse but volunteering oral sex, - only to help her sleep - and refusing to allow her to reciprocate. Strange logic indeed, but in his head he obviously had some moral obligation not to take enjoyment himself as that would have been taking advantage of my hospitality." Amanda shook her head and smiled at the somewhat simplistic and flawed thought process that Robbie seemed to have employed. His parents seemed to have done a good job of raising him. His heart was in the right place and his head screwed on pretty good. "Yes," Amanda's thoughts returned to what she had witnessed, "he didn't accept any relief. He could be lying upstairs with that beautiful cock still hard and ready to be put to use." She shook herself as she realised her hand had once again returned to rubbing herself. The image of his cock that she had burned into her memory was all too vivid and she could feel her arousal spiral once more. She vainly tried to stop thinking about him, instead trying to focus on Jason, but the image of Robbie's cock continued to return. She finished her wine and decided to turn in herself. As she passed his bedroom door she was once more drawn to peek in on him. He was still lying on his back, his upper body bare and she tip-toed forwards, almost trance-like as she approached the bed. "I'll just touch him to see if he's awake, I wont do anything else," she promised herself silently. She looked down at his chest and well-defined stomach, tentatively reaching out to lay one hand on his chest muscles, testing out their firmness, tracing a finger across his boyish nipple. Her breathing almost halted as she allowed her hand to slide over the hard flesh, taking in the density of the muscle, feeling each ridge of his six-pack stomach. She paused as she realised her hand was about to slip under the sheet, slip under it in search of his cock. "Oh god, I can't stop myself," she thought, I need to hold him, I'm as hot as Zoe was, I need his cock. Amanda stop it, he's a boy of sixteen for god's sake. Yes, but a boy in a man's body, with a man's cock and so much more mature than sixteen," she argued with herself internally. Instead of continuing downwards to grip his cock, she allowed her hand to push the sheet lower, uncovering his groin to her gaze. Robbie's cock stood proudly in all its glory. Although his eyes were tightly closed, Robbie was in fact still wide awake and he had been amazed when Amanda had come into his room and even more amazed when she had started to stroke his chest and stomach. He cracked his eyelids ever so slightly to try and see what Amanda was going to do next. He could see that she was simply staring down at his hardness, seemingly hypnotised by the sight of it. The tip of her tongue poked between her teeth slightly, wetting her lips and her breathing seemed ragged. As Robbie watched Amanda loosened the buttons down the front of her blouse and slipped one hand inside. She was squeezing her breasts through her bra and Robbie thought his cock might just explode at the sexy sight of her. Amanda moved to shrug off her blouse and reached behind herself to unclip her bra, unknowingly exposing her small, perfectly formed titties to Robbie's eyes. He fought not to gasp out loud at the sight of them. But there was more to come. Amanda unzipped her skirt and let it puddle at her feet, leaving her standing in only her silky panties and hold-ups. He could see a dark stain on the front panel of her panties, evidence that Amanda was already very excited. Amanda flexed her knees, allowing her legs to part further and Robbie could see her thighs were also glistening with her juices. He tried to swallow as he saw her hand drop from her perfect breasts to slip under the waistband of her panties and obviously begin to tease her pussy. She was still staring at his hard cock. He could see her lips moving as if she was talking to herself. She looked like a goddess he thought. He almost jumped with surprise as she dropped to her knees at the bedside, keeping her hand between her legs but reaching out with her other hand to lightly touch his penis. He felt the feather-like touch of her fingers as they traced his entire length and circled the ridged head. When Amanda bent forward to bring her mouth down to enclose the head of his cock, he couldn't remain quiet any longer, he groaned his pleasure, opening his eyes and meeting hers as she looked up at him. "Amanda, what are you doing?" He hissed. She refrained from answering, considering this something of a rhetorical question. It was very obvious what she was doing. Robbie had been on the edge for some time now and knew he would not last more than a few minutes with his cock stuck between the sensual lips of this gorgeous woman. When his orgasm erupted it was so quick that he had no time to warn her, but she relished the cum shooting into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, sliding down past her tonsils on the way to her greedy stomach. She gulped his cum again and again as it filled her mouth until at last his cock jerked dryly a few times and began to soften. She licked her lips, catching a small droplet of semen that had trickled from her mouth and savouring this final taste. She climbed over him, onto the bed and cradled her head into the crook of his shoulder. "I think you needed that baby," she whispered. "I guess I did, I'm sorry I came so quickly but you were incredible." "Well I thought I should take the edge off for you so I could enjoy the main event. I believe one of the advantages of youth is the speed and power of your recovery." Her comments broke through the haze that Robbie was in, bringing home to him the fact that she expected to do more than just suck him. "How did I get to be so lucky?" He thought to himself. "I'm sure I'll be ready again fairly soon if you really mean it. If you really want me I mean. You know, if you want to, like, do it, I mean, eemmmmm, you know." Amanda was turned on by his sudden awkwardness in the face of 'doing it' with her. She smiled. Robbie heard her thoughts and flushed a little, embarrassed that she had recognised his inexperience. "Oh I want to alright." "Maybe I can do something else for you while we're waiting," he said quietly, deciding he needed to take some initiative to redeem himself in her eyes. "He might be feeling a little awkward," she thought, "but he at least knows that it's important to make sure his partner has fun." Robbie had been very keen to get his hands, and mouth, on Amanda's titties ever since he had first saw her. He proceeded to massage them now, licking, suckling and gently nibbling on her nipples. He was pleased to hear her groan and respond to him quickly, pulling his head tighter against her breasts. She felt Robbie's hand drop to her mons and his finger split her lips, coating itself with her juices and teasing the opening to her pussy. She was surprised and delighted at his restraint as he paid significant attention to her chest, he suckled and nibbled his way from one to the other for perhaps ten minutes before at last dropping lower, his tongue tracing over her ribs and abdomen on its way towards her cunny. The anticipation, together with her arousal through her active imagination all evening, meant that she was close to the edge too. As Robbie's tongue caressed her outer lips, forced itself through and lanced into her passage she shuddered as a small orgasm washed over her. His tongue felt ten times better than her imagination had suggested and she was soon panting heavily again as he used his tongue to mercilessly thrash her button. She couldn't believe he knew all the right spots to attack, to make her feel as incredible as Jason ever had and she submitted to the feelings he was creating. Robbie was unashamedly using his contact with Amanda to read every thought she had, focussing in on her most sensitive spots and trying everything he knew to send her over into her next orgasm. She could tell she was very close to a massive climax but wanted to feel the cock that she had lusted after all night inside her, inside her now, filling her up with its length and hardness. Amanda grabbed a handful of Robbie's hair and tugged him upwards. "That was incredible lover but I need you in me now. Please fill me up with your cock baby, do me, please, do me, do me now." Robbie hurried to do as she asked, grasping his cock he realised this would be the first time he had consciously pushed his own cock into a woman. The thrill was extraordinary as his rod slipped between her lips and slowly travelled upwards, into her. He couldn't believe how it felt being inside her, how hot and thrilling it was. How her tunnel squeezed and massaged his cock, rubbing the underside of his cock-head just right, creating overpowering sensations. He began to stroke into her in earnest, picking up pace and within minutes he was hammering into her, assured by his contact with her that this was exactly what she wanted and needed. "Sooooo gooood baby, sooo goooood, harder Robbie, harder baby, please, please, do me harder Robbie, do me harder, please," she moaned. She couldn't believe how like Jason he was, even down to the way he ground his pubic bone against her clit on every stroke. She had no idea that Robbie was reading her thoughts and responding accordingly. All she knew that she was close to exploding like a fire-cracker. "Soooo close, soooooo close, mmmmmmmmmmm, uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes Robbie, yeesssss, mmmmmmmmm." Robbie upped the pace and intensity even further and felt his own approaching climax. He knew that Amanda was also close and he tried hard to make sure they came together. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeeeesssssssss baby, mmmmmmmmmm, yessssssss, aaahhhhhhhhhhhh," she screeched into his neck in an effort to quieten herself. Robbie responded to her counter-thrusts and the fluttering and clenching in her pussy and he too reached his finish, shooting rope after rope deep inside her. He held her tightly as they both came down slowly from the sexual high they had achieved. He looked deeply into her brown eyes as he smiled and kissed her lips. He gently withdrew his softening rod and rolled himself beside her, immediately wrapping his arms around her once more, content to hold her and luxuriate in the afterglow of their lovemaking. His inexperience didn't let him know that this was exactly the right thing to do but Amanda's thoughts did and he smiled as he felt her beaming inside, satisfied and very comfortable in his arms. Perhaps thirty minutes later Amanda whispered that she didn't really want to leave him but had to go to her own bed less Zoe discover them. She rolled over and gave Robbie a deep kiss, letting her tongue wander into his mouth and nibbling his lips with her own. "Goodnight baby and thanks," she said softly. Robbie found it easier to fall asleep now and did so quickly. The next morning Robbie detected Amanda was acting a little reserved around him. He snagged some cereal and juice and talked to Zoe. Zoe was still showing all the excitement at having him here in her house, despite the fact that she had to go off to school. Her conversation was very bubbly. Once Zoe had left to meet up with Alison to head for school, Amanda indicated that she needed to speak to Robbie in the family room. "Robbie, I'm sorry for taking advantage of you last night. I can't believe I let myself get so carried away, I can only say that I am very confused just now. There is so much to try and cope with and I hope you can forgive me." "Amanda, there is nothing to forgive. I think I have been half in love with you since the first time I saw you at the hospital and last night I was in awe of you. The fact that you chose to share something so beautiful with me was an honour and I feel like the luckiest man around." "But I should know better, I'm the adult, but I let myself down and acted terribly. My husband died only a week ago and that was no way to be showing my grief at losing the true love of my life." "Mandy, I lost both my parents too but life needs to go on and we simply responded to what our bodies said we needed. I certainly have no regrets, in fact I don't think I will ever have an experience to compare with that." Amanda burst into tears in the face of the maturity of this man/boy. When Robbie moved to hug her she let herself go and buried her face in his neck. Robbie simply stroked her back, comforting her. At last she cried herself out. "Thank you," she said, "you are good for me. Zoe said last week that she sensed you would be strong for both of us and I guess she was right. I really enjoyed last night too and now you've re-assured me about how you feel about it, I don't feel so guilty. For sixteen you act like you're thirty-six and really impress me with how you handle yourself. Okay, I think I've got myself together now, thanks again." It was clear that they were now more comfortable with each other having had this conversation. Robbie asked if he could use the phone to contact Derek Forsythe and Amanda told him that he should feel free and treat the house as his own. He spent around forty-five minutes talking to the consular official and when he hung up he informed Amanda that he thought he would be leaving for Scotland in two days time. "So soon?" she asked dismayed. "Why so soon? Zoe and I will miss you terribly, we have grown very fond of you already." "I need to sort out the arrangements for mum and Dad's funerals, settle the estate, sort out the holiday insurance (you would call it vacation, I guess), pay the hospital bills, you name it, there's lots I need to do. I haven't said before but one of the reasons I was here in Montana with my parents was to look over the campus at the University of Montana. Although I'm only sixteen I'm quite bright and skipped a couple of years of schooling. I'm ready to go to college and the fact that I'm also a decent athlete, combined with my academic record, led to the University of Montana offering me a sports scholarship. I would major in business but be part of the Montana Grizzlies athletics team. So, I could be back quite soon if you could put up with me?" Amanda rushed to him and wrapped him in a tight, breath-taking hug, feeling relieved. "Be careful how you explain this to Zoe, she obviously already relies heavily on you and she will be very upset that you're leaving so soon." When Zoe returned from school Amanda and Robbie sat her down and talked her through why Robbie needed to leave. The combined contributions from her mother and Robbie re-assured her and she eventually, but sadly, accepted Robbie's departure but hopefully quick return. The next few days were something of a blur. One or two moments stood out for Robbie as he prepared to depart. He had asked Zoe for permission to use her PC to pick up the details of his travel arrangements. Zoe had shown him how to start the PC up and shared her passwords. After picking up his travel details he had looked in her favourites and clicked on the story by Gina Marie Wylie - Tom's diary - to read it for himself. He had enjoyed the story immensely, thinking the author was excellent. There was one aspect he thought was missing though and he discussed it with Zoe later. "Zoe, I hope you don't mind but I took the opportunity to read the Tom Ferguson story this afternoon. It was great, I really enjoyed it and I guess I can see why you like Tom. The story is hot and also quite educational in terms of relationships." "I can sense a 'but', she said. "Well, I agree with all the stuff about being able to love more than one person but I think she misses a key male ingredient in the story." "And pray Mr experience, what might that be?" "Okay, I have this theory, I'll call it 'back to nature' theory. I think that men and woman are wired differently. Men instinctively want to impregnate every available female, to have a pack of women. It stems from the primeval need to ensure the continuation of the species, they don't think it consciously. Women in nature are on the look out for the best potential mate, the one that will give her offspring the best chance of survival. So she looks at the strongest, fittest and smartest males as being the most likely to provide that. I don't think they do that consciously either. Look at a pride of lions or a troop of monkeys. The alpha male is the one who gets to mate with all of the females first. The male has to fight to defend his rights. They are social in nature and recognise that there is more chance of survival as a group, they can defend themselves, forage for food better. But the male leads and has control of the women. I think there is an echo of that remaining in humans. We are social and society has overlaid a number of things, laws, rules that we need to abide by. But below the surface I think men are still ruled to an extent by their little head and women still look at the best potential mate for the safety of her babies. They're just not conscious they're doing it." Robbie finished this long exposition and looked to see hoe Zoe had taken it. "So let me get this right. You want to add to Tom Ferguson's rationalisation of multiple partner relationships by saying men can't help it and women will be wiling to share if the man is strong, fit and smart?" "Well, yeh," Robbie responded lamely, embarrassed at how Zoe had summarised what he thought was a genuine and deep insight into human relationships. The second moment was meeting Alison. Robbie thought she was beautiful but there was something sad behind her eyes and he avoided touching her so he wouldn't need to deal with what was causing that. Still she was fun to be with and she and Zoe obviously got on very well. Alison could immediately see how close Zoe and Robbie were too. Robbie and Amanda didn't have a repeat performance but the looks shared between them assured him that they would be together again. Although Zoe teased him at every opportunity, flashing her little panties at him and allowing him to see down her blouse on occasion, they didn't do anything either. Amanda and Zoe drove Robbie to the airport to catch his flight back to Scotland. The farewell was highly charged emotionally with tears and hugs all round. "Hurry back Robbie, I'm already missing you," Amanda whispered in his ear. "You need to get back soon Scotsman, you still owe me something," Zoe said softly to him. Robbie looked back one last time as he passed through the departure gate and he waved to the two beautiful Gray women who had come into his life. Amanda and Zoe were quiet and subdued on the drive home. Zoe wondered how she would occupy her time while Robbie was away. "Perhaps I should give in to Alison's constant invitations to have another sleep over at her house," she thought. ------- Chapter 11: Goodbye mum and dad Robbie put his key in the lock of his parent's apartment in the North side of Glasgow and opened the door. He entered, closing the door behind him, and, dropping his bag, slowly walked round each of the rooms. All too familiar yet now changed forever. The loss of his parents hit him hard as he realised he would never see them here again. No more family discussions, no shared time with dad watching their favourite football team on the huge plasma screen TV. No more mum putting her fine home-cooked dinners on the table, no more Christmas mornings exchanging presents, turkey, roast potatoes, all the trimmings and the Queen's speech on TV at three p.m. He was alone. Sitting on the large leather sofa, he felt all his despair rise up within him. It was uncontrollable, overwhelming, forcing him to break down and cry. The sobs came from deep within his chest, racking his whole body, leaving him gasping, unable to breath, tears blinding his eyes and snot leaking from his nose as he all but choked in his grief. Memories of his mother and father flooded his mind. After the best part of an hour he slowly calmed down and shook himself. He realised the tears had helped and surprisingly he felt a little better. He decided he needed to have something to eat but when he checked the fridge there was virtually nothing in it. He would need to take a trip to the shops. Once more he broke down as he realised he couldn't drive and there was no mum or dad anymore to take him in the car. He had very little money. He forced himself to calm down once more and sat down with a pad and pen to draw up a list of what he needed. Deciding that lists were a good idea, he turned to a fresh page and began to itemise all the things he needed to take care of. It was a long list but drawing it up helped return some sense of being in control for him. Her used the phone to call a local taxi and locked up, heading downstairs to wait for his cab. The taxi dropped him off at the local supermarket and he used his bankcard to withdraw some cash from the auto-dispenser located just outside the store. Her quickly picked up the items on his list, mostly perishable goods like milk, eggs etc, and then hopped in another taxi at the rank outside the store. Returning to the apartment he cooked a simple meal of spaghetti, green pesto, prawns and spinach, sprinkling a liberal portion of parmesan cheese over the top. He realised he had been very hungry as he gobbled the whole plate of spaghetti in minutes. He washed the meal down with a glass of milk and then returned to the list of things that he needed to do that he had prepared earlier. First on the list was to make contact with the family solicitors (lawyers in the US). He needed to sort out his parents' estate, get advice as to his own legal position as an adult, hopefully sort out funds etc. A phone call was all that it took to arrange an appointment for the next day. Robbie then went to his parents' bedroom and hauled out the metal filing box that he knew they kept in their wardrobe. All the family's important papers were filed away in this box and he needed to sort through it to find a number of things. He looked out policies for life insurance for his parents, endowment policies that secured the mortgage for the apartment, bank details for mum and dad and finally, a copy of their last will and testament. He spent the remainder of the afternoon making various phone calls to try to sort things out but was finding the going difficult because of his age and apparently having no legal standing to deal with his parents' affairs until after their wills had been acted on. He eventually gave up, made himself a sandwich and curled up on the sofa and promptly fell asleep. The next few days were something of a blur for Robbie. His meeting with the solicitors had confirmed him as his parent's sole heir and that granted him the legal status to settle things with the insurance companies and other firms that he had to deal with. He was stunned at the amount of money the government took from him in death duty and inheritance tax. It seemed somehow immoral to him that his government should be making money out of people's personal losses. The British Consulate had made all the necessary arrangements to have mum and dad's bodies flown home and Robbie had organised a joint funeral, cremation for both of them. The service at the crematorium was a quiet affair. Some of Robbie's friends, his athletics coaches and two neighbours attended. The outpouring of grief earlier in the week seemed to have settled things for Robbie and he remained stoic throughout the service, arranging with staff to pick up his parent's ashes the next day. He had returned to training and was feeling better if a little rusty. He was also keeping in contact with Zoe, having downloaded MS Messenger and creating an account for himself. He chose the screen name 'Scotland-the-Brave' and cropped a picture of a highlander from the internet to include with his address. Glasgow, Montana was seven hours behind Glasgow, Scotland time and he was now used to calculating what time it was for Zoe before trying to contact her. She was full of gossip about school and proved to be very supportive around his parents' funerals. Robbie remembered that she had recent experience of the same situation and he thanked her trying to cheer him up. He was also pleased when Zoe informed him that Amanda was missing him too. They discussed setting up a link using webcams and skype (a web-based webcam/phone system). Robbie purchased a webcam and installed the software for it. He downloaded skype and then IM'd Zoe to check whether she had done the same. She confirmed she had and Robbie tried to connect to her. It all seemed so easy and before he knew it, there was Zoe's smiling face staring out at him from his computer screen. "Hi angel," he said to her. "Hi yourself hunky Scotsman," she squealed. "It's good to be able to see you, I'm missing you a lot." "Me too. And there's someone else here who wants to say hello." Zoe disappeared and her face was replaced by Amanda. She took a minute to take the headphones and microphone from Zoe and put them on but then smiled warmly at him. "I'm missing you too Robbie. I hope your parent's funeral went okay and that you are managing to get by alright on your own." "I'm doing fine Amanda. Once the money comes through from the various policies I'll be set financially and I can pay off all the bills that are stacking up. At least I've now got access to cash to live on." "You poor thing, I wish I could be there for you." "I'm fine, honestly, but I wish you were both closer." "Okay, Zoe is pestering me to get back on so I'll sign-off now. Look after yourself and keep in touch." "Will do, bye for now." Zoe re-appeared and lodged the headphones onto her head. "I'm sleeping over at Alison's tonight so don't try and get me first thing tomorrow morning." "Okay, I hope you have fun. She seems very nice and I can tell she's a good friend, there was just something a bit sad about her when we met." "Yeh, I think it's something to do with her mother abandoning her and her dad being a bit of a creep if you ask me. Anyway, she's been on at me for a week now to stay over and without you to help me get to sleep (she sniggered) I thought I might as well!" Robbie blushed as he remembered how he had helped her get to sleep the last time. "Aw the hunky Scotsman looks cute when he's embarrassed." "Cut it out Zoe. What you need is a good spanking to remind you how to behave like a young lady." "Promises, promises," she laughed. They chatted for a few more minutes before agreeing to speak again the next afternoon (Zoe's time). Zoe clicked off her skype connection and smiled to herself. It was good to be able to see Robbie again. Although she had only been with him (in spirit and then in the flesh) for just over a week, she knew she already loved him and the distance between them was an absolute drag. She packed an overnight bag and went downstairs to ask her mother to take her over to Alison's house. Amanda was in a good mood having had the opportunity to see and speak to Robbie and she was bubbly as she drove her daughter across town. The journey was only around three minutes but she didn't like Zoe walking and her bag would have made cycling difficult. She dropped Zoe off and waved at her as she completed a 'U' turn and drove home. She was still thinking about Robbie, admitting to herself that she had quickly developed feelings for the young boy. The night before she had lain awake in her bed, thinking about the great sex she had had with Robbie and gently teasing her clit and pussy. The image of him was very fresh in her mind, she could feel his weight on her, vividly feel his cock pushing into her, his pelvic bone mashing her clit on each stroke. Her pussy was sopping wet at the memory and she had lifted her dildo and positioned it at her hole, imagining it was Robbie's cock, she had slid it slowly into herself and began a steady rhythm. "Ooooooohhhhhhh, yesssss, Robbie, yesssssss." Amanda shook herself, she was liable to end up crashing the car if she continued with her daydreaming but she did wish Robbie were here now. She was going home to an empty house and if he had been here she would have given-in to her horny urge to have the young boy again. "I wish he were here, I wish I could feel his big, hard cock again," she thought. Zoe and Alison played music for a while in Alison's room. Zoe was still worried about her friend. She knew that something was wrong but couldn't get Alison to open up. Alison was uptight and very nervous. She knew her father had something planned but didn't know the details. She had managed to screw up her courage to approach him the day before with news she had been worrying over for a couple of weeks now. Her period was late and she believed she was pregnant. When she had told Doug, he had exploded. "You little slut," he screamed in her face. "You're too stupid to use protection and now some boy has knocked you up. What a stupid, little, cunt." "Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm not, please, I'm not a slut. I'm not doing it with anybody else. If I'm pregnant, the baby must be yours." Doug had reacted true to form, as only a bully can, he had punched Alison violently in the stomach, causing her to scream and fall to the floor, rolled up into a ball. "You just can't do anything right, even act the slut. I told you to get the Gray girl interested in me but you couldn't do that. I expected you to be able to keep yourself from getting pregnant while I'm fucking you and you can't do that. What are you good for? Eh, tell me, what are you good for? You're fucking useless, a useless slut." Alison had tried to crawl away but he had come after her. "Just get the girl to stay over here one more time, one more time, that's all I'm asking you to do you dumb cunt. If you don't, you're in trouble." With that he had kicked her as she lay on the floor and then stomped out of the room. Alison was worried for her friend, worried about why her father wanted her but she was more worried about him beating her again so she had asked Zoe to come for a sleepover yet again. When Zoe had agreed she had very mixed feelings. She shrugged her suspicions off, maybe daddy just liked Zoe, and maybe he would be nice to her. Maybe she could have some fun with Zoe herself? She calmed down, convincing herself that she was worrying unnecessarily. "I got another movie for us to watch." She said to Zoe. "Which one?" "Borat, it's supposed to be hilarious." "Neat, I've seen some trailers for it." They made there way downstairs and Alison put the DVD on. "This has only just made the movies, how did you get a copy?" "Duh, the internet dummy, I downloaded it last night." The two young girls positioned themselves in front of the TV to watch the movie. Zoe was again a bit creeped out at the thought of Doug sitting behind her so rather than lie down on her front as she had previously, she sat up, facing the screen. Doug was frustrated at Zoe's positioning and sat quietly, letting his anger at her build. After the movie had been running for fifteen minutes, and with no sign of Zoe changing her position, he got to his feet and made his way into the kitchen. He poured two glasses of coke for the girls and, reaching into his pants pocket he produced a capsule of Rhohypnol. He knew all about the drug and what its effect would be on the young girl. It was commonly known now as a date-rape drug and he smiled with pleasure at the thought of what he was going to do with the little slut once he had her drugged-up. He emptied some chips into a bowl and carried them and the cokes through to the family room. The girls thanked him and remained glued to the screen as they drank and ate the chips. Doug resumed his seat on the sofa behind them, smiling to himself as he watched Zoe drink all of the coke that he had laced with the drug. "Now you're mine to play with little girl," he thought to himself. I'm going to make you into my next little slut and you're going to lead me right to your slut mother." He observed as Zoe gradually became drowsier and drowsier. She slumped down onto her front, giving Doug a great view up her little skirt in the process. Alison looked across at her friend, puzzled by her sudden tiredness. "Zoe, Zoe, what's wrong with you. The movie's not that boring." As Zoe's head slumped down onto the carpet, Alison looked at her father and took in his evil smile. She knew something was going on. Zoe wasn't tired; he had done something to her. "Daddy, what have you done?" "Shut up, slut! Go to your room now and don't come back down until I tell you to." "No daddy, I wont. What have you done to Zoe? I'm not leaving her here. What's wrong with her?" "The little slut is just having a nice sleep. Now, get to your room before you annoy me." Doug stood over Alison and she knew that anything less than immediate obedience would result in a beating. She leapt to her feet and dashed upstairs, frantic with worry about what he had planned for Zoe. Robbie had been sitting on the sofa watching TV when he felt a violent tug. He found himself in Amanda's car as it pulled into the driveway of the Gray house. He held his hand up and recognised the transparency that confirmed he was here in 'spirit' form. A huge smile lit up his face as he realised that Amanda must have wished for him to be here - how else could he have been tugged half way round the world. "I need to be careful," he thought. "She will be able to feel me now when I touch her." He followed Amanda into the house and looked on as she hung her jacket in the closet. He hovered around the family room as Amanda watched some TV. When she climbed the stairs he trailed behind her, entering her bedroom to see her unzip her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Amanda couldn't believe how hot she was again from thinking about Robbie. She had tried to ignore how horny she was, watching TV in the hope that she would calm down but it had been no use. The images of his cock kept returning to her and she knew she had to get some relief. Pulling her panties to the side, she thrust two fingers into her already well-lubricated pussy. Robbie looked on, wondering if Amanda's thoughts and her wish were to do with having sex with him. Amanda looked beautiful he thought, her legs spread, her fingers pushing into herself, her bottom lip caught by her teeth as she pleasured herself. As Amanda reached out to pick up her dildo, Robbie felt another violent tug and found himself in a strange bedroom. Alison was panicking. She knew her friend was in trouble downstairs, she admitted to herself that her father was probably going to hurt Zoe, rape her, possibly worse. "Oh god, what can I do? Please don't hurt her daddy, please don't hurt her," she thought to herself. "What can I do? She needs help. Oh god, Zoe, Zoe. Robbie would help her, Robbie would save her. I wish he were here, I wish he hadn't gone back to Scotland." Robbie recognised Alison sitting on her bed, tears streaming down her face. "She must have wished me here," he thought. He wondered where Zoe was as he knew she was supposed to be sleeping-over. He had a horrible feeling that something was badly wrong and approached Alison, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. Alison flinched at the touch. "Daddy, are you here?" As soon as he had touched Alison, Robbie read her thoughts. He cringed inwardly at the abuse she had suffered and noted the fact that her father seemed to be able to leave his physical body as he himself could. He also knew immediately that Zoe was in danger. He knew that Doug had somehow drugged her and had her downstairs. He floated downstairs and was appalled to see Doug kneeling on the carpet in front of the sofa, running his hands over Zoe's breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples. Zoe was completely out of it but was still groaning at the pain Doug was causing. Robbie moved over and connected with Doug to tap into his thoughts. He reeled back under the evil weight of the thoughts that he heard but realised that he had no time to dwell on his new knowledge. He needed to act, now, right away. He zipped to the Gray's house and searched for Amanda. She was lying on her bed, obviously still basking in the afterglow of her very recent orgasm, He swooped towards her and, touching her arm, he projected his thoughts to her. "Amanda, don't freak out on me. It's Robbie. Don't ask any questions right now, there's no time. Zoe's in trouble, she needs you right away. Please get over to Alison's and get her, now!" "Robbie? How, what, where are you, what do you mean Zoe's in trouble? This can't be real, you're in Scotland." "Amanda, there's no time to explain right now, Zoe's in trouble, you need to move, come on, hurry!" Amanda had flinched at the touch on her arm and her mouth dropped open in shock when she heard Robbie's voice in her head. But the urgency of his 'voice' and the possibility that her daughter could be in danger combined to galvanise her into action. She hastily dressed and ran from the house, jumping into her car she sped towards the Beckwith's. "This can't be real, this can't be real," she repeated to herself as she raced across town. Her speed did not go unnoticed by the local deputy who was parked up enjoying a cup of coffee. Speeding was unusual in town and normally meant either trouble or an emergency. Either way, Deputy Lee Richards thought the law should probably be involved. He tossed the remainder of his coffee out of the open window and started up his patrol car. Robbie had zipped back to Alison's house, worried about what Doug might be doing to Zoe. He had been gone only minutes and he hoped Amanda would be here very soon. He nearly lost it when he saw that Doug was rubbing Zoe's pussy through her little panties, her skirt pulled up and her legs spread obscenely on the sofa. Doug was also rubbing a hard lump in the front of his trousers; quite obviously aroused at the power and control he had over Zoe. "I'm gonna bust your little cunt wide open, you little slut. I'm gonna cum all over you and turn you into the natural little slave slut that I know you are. Then you're going to help me get a hold of your mommy slut too, aren't you slut? Answer me!" Doug reached over and slapped Zoe's face as he said this, his control over himself slipping as he worked himself into a frenzy. Robbie had connected with Zoe so he felt the force of the slap. It was clear however that Zoe was completely out of it. He couldn't 'hear' any rational thoughts in her head. He was projecting thoughts to her, trying to get her to respond but wasn't getting anywhere. Alison slammed to a halt outside the Beckwith's house. "Oh baby, what's wrong, oh baby please be okay." She leaped from the car, leaving the driver's door hanging open and rushed up to the front door, ringing the bell and thumping her fist on the wooden panels. "Zoe! Zoe!" Doug was snapped back to reality by the sound of the doorbell and the thumping. "Who the fuck!" Doug stood and headed for the door, intent on getting rid of whoever it was, probably some do-gooder church type or a salesman. When he opened the door he was taken by surprise by the force of Amanda immediately pushing through it, knocking him back against the wall, as she ran into the family room. Amanda took in the sight of her daughter lying on the sofa, her skirt raised to display her panties. She knew instinctively that Zoe was out of it and that Doug had been in the process of molesting her. She turned as Doug approached her from behind. "You bastard, what are you doing to my daughter!" she screamed at him. "I've waited a long time to get my hands on you slut, now I'm gonna take what's mine!" Robbie quickly fully merged with Amanda and as Doug reached out to grab her he used all of his thoughts to help her lash out with her leg, kicking Doug forcefully in the groin. Doug collapsed, screaming and clutching his hands between his legs. Robbie thought to Amanda, "get Zoe out of here now!" and then de-merged, floating over to connect with Doug. He flinched as he felt the depths of the pain the man ("the scum!" he thought) was feeling. Amanda stooped to pick Zoe up. Struggling with the weight of the thirteen-year-old, she turned and staggered towards the door. Robbie 'heard' Doug manage to drag himself back from the pain and could read that he intended to unleash a mental attack on Amanda. He floated between Doug and her as she was still struggling towards the door and when a patch of inky blackness seemed to explode from Doug's head, he moved quickly to intercept it. Amanda was oblivious to the attempted mental assault and managed to get Zoe out to the car. She dropped her baby momentarily as she opened the rear door and then half dragged/half pushed Zoe onto the back seat. Slamming the door she raced round the car and jumped in, pulling a fast 'U' turn and heading in the direction of the hospital. Deputy Richards arrived just in time to see Amanda bundle the unconscious body of her daughter into the car and drive off. He realised that something bad was going down but not what. Was it an accident or something more sinister? He loosened his pistol in its holster and approached the house that the woman had run from. Entering the door he immediately spotted the man writhing on the floor. Taking no chances he decided to cuff him while he searched the rest of the house. Doug was in no state to resist, he lay groaning on the floor, now with his hands handcuffed behind him. Richards quartered the downstairs and found nothing unusual. He carefully made his way upstairs, ignoring the sound of a crying female from down the corridor as he quickly cleared each of the rooms he came to. "Don't get caught out by leaving someone behind you," he thought to himself as he at last approached the door from behind which he could hear the sobbing. He thrust the door open and rolled-in low. Taking in the room and the young girl as he did so. He could see that she was alone but, getting up he quickly, he checked all the cupboards just to make sure. Alison had flinched when the door burst open and the uniformed policeman had rolled across the room. "Oh thank god," she cried, "is Zoe okay, please tell me he didn't hurt her!" "It's okay, nobody is gonna get hurt, just calm down now miss. What's your name?" "Alison," she sobbed, "Alison Beckwith." "Who are you worrying about Alison, who do you think might be being hurt?" "Zoe," she whimpered, "daddy drugged her and I think he's gonna rape her." Alison broke down really badly at this point, her shoulders bobbing as the sobs wracked her body. She felt the guilt of having let her friend down. "Alison, Zoe's not downstairs. I think I saw her mother leaving with her in a car. Can I ask you to come downstairs and identify the man who is there please?" Deputy Richards was fast getting an idea of what had been going on here. He couldn't yet understand how the woman, he assumed it was the girl's mother, had been alerted to what was happening but it looked like he had a major pedo on his hands. "No!" Alison shouted, "daddy will beat me, I can't go downstairs until he tells me I can." She looked at Richards and he could see the terror in her eyes. "Alison, has your daddy beaten you before?" "Yes," she whimpered again, her shoulders slumping as if in defeat. Richards began to see that it was highly probable that this young girl had herself been the subject of abuse and molestation. He knew he couldn't get too deeply into that now as experience showed professional help was needed to peel back the damaged memories of such victims in a way that safeguarded the testimony they could provide. "Alison, I promise you that your daddy can't beat you. I'm a policeman and my job is to make sure you're safe. He will not be hurting you again anytime soon baby, trust me." Alison looked up at the broad shouldered Deputy and seemed to gather some strength from his obvious authority. She sniffled and then nodded, indicating that she would trust him and that she was willing to go downstairs. Deputy Richards helped her to her feet and put his arm round her shoulder as he steered her towards the stairs. They descended slowly, the Deputy feeling her tighten with nerves the closer to the bottom they came. At last they reached the foot of the stairs and he heard Alison gasp as she took in the sight of her father, lying on the floor, his face reddened by his pain and anger. "You little slut!" he screamed. I told you to stay upstairs. What have you done? Did you phone the slut's mother, did you phone the police? I'm going to beat the shit out of you, you little slut!" Doug was deep within a rage, not realising the trouble he was in. He took in the uniformed man beside his daughter but the relevance didn't penetrate the mist that seemed to surround him. He had been so close to achieving his goals, had the Gray sluts both in his grasp but the mental control hadn't worked. She had simply walked away, leaving him holding his aching nuts. Richards had heard enough. This bastard sickened him and crossing the room he pulled his baton and slashed down at the face of the man on the floor. Doug's nose disintegrated under the force of the blow and he lapsed into unconsciousness as the blood poured down his face. "I'm sorry you had to hear those things Alison, and I'm sorry this excuse for a father tried to resist arrest. I'm going to make sure you're safe now, come on." He put Alison in the back of the patrol car and radioed in, asking for back up after he had shared the main details of what he thought had gone on here. Once back-up arrived, and he was content the scene was secured, he handed command over, taking personal responsibility for Alison's safety and well being. He jumped in the car and headed towards the hospital. Robbie had zipped back to his own apartment, feeling the cloying black cloud surrounding hid mind, trying to fight it off. He merged with his physical body but felt the cloud re-new its assault on him, he could tell it was trying to take control of his mind. When he had touched Doug he had shared all of the details of his murder of his wife, the occultist website, the power, his sickening abuse of Alison and his obsession with Amanda. He also read Doug's attempt to control Jason and how that had led to the crash that killed Jason and his own parents. He realised that this cloud was the 'piece' of Doug's consciousness that he had sent out to try and control Amanda. It matched closely to the feel of the inky black spot inside his own head and he worried that Doug was already inside there. The blackness seemed to be reaching out to the spot already in his head and he tried everything he knew to prevent that. He could tell that he had no control over his physical body at this point, all his energies were directed towards the mental battle he was involved in. The next door neighbour had decided that Robbie needed a little looking after. He had lost his parents and was all alone, and so very young. She had keys to the MacRae's apartment as she looked in to make sure everything was okay whenever they were away. Having tried ringing the doorbell a number of times that day, she resorted to using the key to gain entry and found Robbie slumped on the sofa. Feeling for a pulse she lifted the phone and dialled 999 (911 in the US), asking for an ambulance. She checked his breathing was okay and then simply waited, highly concerned for him, until the paramedics arrived. Amanda had staggered into the hospital holding Zoe. Orderlies immediately assisted her and laid Zoe on a gurney. She was distraught, screaming at the medial staff to help her baby. A nurse moved in to calm her and advise that Zoe was getting the best treatment possible. She was allowed into the screened-off cubicle that Zoe had been wheeled into and held onto her hand as the medical staff swarmed round her baby. The doctor was very professional and kept a running commentary up of everything he was doing and what he was finding. Amanda calmed as the message got through to her brain that her daughter had not been hurt physically but appeared to be drugged in some way. "Was she raped?" she whispered, fearfully. "No evidence that. Why? Is there something we should know here ma'am?" Amanda felt relief wash over her that Zoe had not been raped, she tuned-out the barrage of questions from the medical staff and decided it was okay to get a breath of fresh air. Stepping outside the main entrance to the hospital, she saw a police car pull up and a deputy jump out to assist Alison out of the car. "Alison! Are you alright?" She rushed over to hug the young girl. Deputy Richards recognised her as the woman he had seen rushing from the house earlier. "Ma'am, she's just fine. I just want to make sure she receives medical attention. I think she should be looked over. Together they entered the hospital and Richards pulled a doctor over to whisper quietly what he suspected had happened to Alison. The doctor began to issue directions to staff and Alison was taken away for assessment. She looked over her shoulder at the Deputy and he smiled reassuringly. Amanda let herself be manoeuvred towards the cafeteria by the Deputy and, without too much prompting; she poured out her story. She covered for the weird connection with Robbie by saying she had just had a premonition that her daughter was in trouble but was able to stick to the truth and the facts after that. Richards took notes of what she told him, nodding as she confirmed what he had suspected. He was somewhat sceptical about her 'premonition' but had heard of weirder things so he let it pass. Eventually he figured he had as much as he needed at this point. He advised Amanda that Doug had been taken into custody, suspected of not only molesting her daughter but his own daughter too. Amanda couldn't focus on what Richards was telling her other than registering that Doug Beckwith was in custody. She felt relieved at that but her thoughts were now turning to the entire strange episode with Robbie. She excused herself and made her way to the main entrance once more, stepping outside and removing her mobile phone from her purse. She dialled Robbie's number in Scotland, hearing it ring at the other end. "Hello?" she heard a strange female voice answer. "Oh, hello, I was trying to reach Robbie MacRae?" She could tell the woman on the other end was upset. "I'm terribly sorry but Robbie's not here right now." "Uh, could you tell me when I could reach him?" "I'm afraid I don't know, you see, he's just been rushed unconscious to Glasgow University hospital." Amanda immediately knew that Robbie's voice and what had happened this evening were real and that somehow Robbie had been hurt. ------- Chapter 12: Black Spots Amanda returned to the ward where Zoe was being treated, worried now about Robbie too. A nurse informed her that Zoe was comfortable but still unconscious and she would need to remain at least overnight. They had taken some blood for tests but she reassured Amanda that Zoe should be just fine. She checked on Alison and was told that she too was being kept overnight, for observation mainly the nurse said. With little else to do she decided to go home and try to get some rest. Robbie awoke and found himself in another hospital bed. He remembered fighting the black cloud as it seemed to reach out to the black spot inside his head. After what seemed like hours he felt the power in the cloud begin to weaken and he redoubled his own mental attack on it. At last the cloud had simply evaporated away, leaving him once more in control of his mind and his body. There was a button to the side of the bed, he assumed it was for summoning assistance. He pressed it and spent the next thirty minutes arguing with first a nurse and then a bleary eyed young doctor, when he informed them he was fine and was discharging himself. Eventually they accepted his decision and he dressed and made his way out of the hospital, flagging down a passing black cab. He checked the time when he entered the apartment and saw that it was four-twenty AM, nine-twenty PM in Montana. He lay down on the sofa and zipped to Amanda's house, finding her sitting alone in the family room. He floated over and sat beside her, touching her arm to let her know he was there. Amanda jumped when she felt the touch. "Robbie? Is that you? Oh god I've been so worried." "Shhhhh, Amanda, it's okay, I'm fine. How is Zoe?" "This is just too weird. How can you be here talking to me when you're in Scotland?" "It's a long story and if you don't mind, one I'd rather explain when I can be here in person," he said. "How is Zoe?" She shrugged at the bizarre situation, here she was, talking to herself but 'hearing' a boy who was currently on the other side of the Atlantic. Still, she knew it must be happening, the events of earlier this evening left her in no doubt that Robbie was somehow able to do this. "They're keeping her in overnight at the hospital," she told him. "She still hasn't woken up but they've told me she should be fine. Oh Robbie, that bastard was going to rape her wasn't he? If you hadn't come to me when you did, he would still have her now, god alone knows what kind of hell she would have been put through." She felt his arms surround her, gently hugging her, stroking her hair as he tried to comfort and calm her. "Shah Mandy, she's going to be okay, you saved her. I'm so proud of you, you were like a wildcat in there." He paused and then sniggered "or perhaps more like a field-kicker for the Red-skins if that kick in the balls was anything to go by." She laughed with him, feeling some of the tension in her ease. "You hit him so hard, he's probably got three Adam's apples now," he added and that set them both off, laughing together uncontrollably. When they calmed down Amanda asked Robbie what had happened to him. She told him she knew he had been taken to the hospital because she had spoken to his neighbour. "I don't want to go into all the details now," he said. "But, there are some things you need to know. Alison's father is a very dangerous man. He killed his wife and he's buried her body in the foundation of the decking in the garden. He's obsessed by you and wants nothing more than to have you completely under his control." "Robbie, you're scaring me." "Amanda, you need to tell the police what he's done. You obviously can't tell them how you know, so tell them he told you this when he was trying to frighten you or something. They also need to know that he has been brutally raping and molesting Alison for some time now. She thinks she's pregnant." "Jesus, that poor girl," Amanda thought, "I just can't imagine what she must feel like." "She needs you and especially Zoe to be there for her," Robbie projected into her head. "Wait a minute, are we communicating through our thoughts?" "Yes, when I'm touching you like this I can read all your thoughts and project my thoughts directly into your mind. That's how I know what Alison has been through and that her father killed his wife, I linked with both of them earlier and read their thoughts." "This just keeps getting weirder and weirder." "I promise I will explain everything from the start but not now, there's too much to do and we're both tired. I need to go now to sort some things out but I'll speak to you again tomorrow. Make sure you pass the information on to the police, okay? Things will be fine Mandy, I promise." Amanda felt soft lips on her own as Robbie apparently kissed her goodnight. She savoured the moment, no doubt in her mind any longer that he had really been here. She picked up the phone and hit the first speed-dial number. Jason had insisted that they programme certain numbers in case of emergency. The police station answered and she asked for Deputy Richards. He came to the phone. "Officer I'm sorry but the situation earlier obviously affected me badly, I guess I was a little confused, not really thinking straight. But some of the things Mr Beckwith shouted at me have come back to me and I think I need to pass them on." "Ma'am, given the circumstances, I surely understand that. Now, what is it that you want to tell me?" "Well, at one point he screamed at me that he was going to use me and then kill me like he had his wife." "You believe he killed his wife?" "I'm just repeating what he said, although I must say that he certainly seems capable of it." "Well there was no body in the house, I searched it thoroughly." "Officer, Alison told us that her mother ran off with someone some time ago. If Mr Beckwith did kill her I'm sure he would have disposed of the body by now." "I guess I could check that out." "He also made it clear he's been molesting Alison, possibly beating her too." "You got that right. I already knew that much and I asked the hospital to give the girl a thorough check-up. If he has been mistreating her physically then we'll get the evidence. Is there anything else?" "No officer, I think that's all for now. Thank you for listening and understanding." "My pleasure ma'am. Someone will need to come round to take a statement from you and your daughter I'm afraid. If she were discharged tomorrow would it be too soon to call? Experience tells us that we need to get things down as quickly as possible before people begin to forget details." "I'm not sure officer. I think it's perhaps best to see how Zoe is first. Can I call tomorrow to let you know?" "Sure thing ma'am, that would be helpful." "Okay officer, thank you, goodnight." "Goodnight to you too ma'am." Amanda felt the events of the day, and the latest stress from making the phone call, catching up with her. She had been unsure earlier as to whether she would be able to sleep with everything that was going round in her head but now she felt exhausted. She walked round to make sure all the windows and doors were secure before climbing the stairs and getting ready for bed. Her thoughts turned to Zoe, she was relieved she had rescued her in time, and she shuddered at the memory of Doug Beckwith. Amanda then couldn't help smiling to herself at Robbie's description of how she had handled Beckwith. She fell asleep thinking of Robbie, wishing he was with her and marvelling again at his apparent abilities. Robbie had zipped to the hospital to check on Zoe before returning to his body, tired from a long day. He too climbed into bed and fell asleep quickly, dreaming of Amanda, proud and fierce in defending her daughter. Classy and beautiful, even in the worst of circumstances. His dream changed to the picture of Alison's father pawing Zoe's little mound, rubbing his hard cock through his pants. Unconsciously his teeth clenched as he slept and he tossed and turned, obviously agitated. Robbie slept late, not getting up until midday. Once again he sat and prepared a list of things he needed to do as he wolfed down a bowl of cereal. He rinsed the bowl and began to work through his list. He phoned his solicitor and told him to take immediate steps to put the apartment on the market, he emphasised that he wanted a quick sale. The solicitor advised that property in his area was scarce and he felt sure they could make a sale within days. He then e-mailed his coach to let him know that he intended to fly to the US as soon as he could get a flight. It was the winter season and as such he mostly did cross-country running as a way of maintaining condition and building stamina for the summer track season. He promised his coach that he would continue to work hard while he was in America. The next task was to search on-line for a flight. He booked the first available, for two days time, accepting that he would need to change at London, Heathrow rather than a direct flight. The first direct flight from Glasgow would have meant delaying for a further two days and he was keen now on getting back to Zoe and Amanda as soon as possible. He began to download all of his personal files from his PC, burning them onto CD-ROM so he could take them with him, then sorted through his wardrobe selecting all the clothes he wanted to take. A knock at the door interrupted his frantic activity. Robbie answered the door and welcomed his next door neighbour. "Hi Mrs McKenzie, how are you?" "Oh Robbie I thought I heard you moving about. I'm pleased to see you're okay, I was so worried yesterday when I found you." She grabbed Robbie and hugged him tightly, squeezing her breasts into his chest. "You darling boy, losing your parents, it's no surprise that you collapsed." Robbie didn't correct her assumption, leaving her believing he had fainted due to his loss was better than trying to explain what had really happened. He was very conscious of her breasts pushing into him, was sure that her nipples were hard. "I'm glad I've got this chance to see you before I go. To say thanks for all that you've done for me over the past few years and to say goodbye. I've put the apartment on the market and intend to move to America for college. I'm leaving the day after tomorrow." He continued to hug her, feel her against him. Robbie had fantasised about Ellen McKenzie many times. She was in her early thirties, married to money. They had no children and she didn't work, instead she seemed to occupy most of her time sitting on various charity groups or working out at the gym. She was always very pleasant to him from the time he and his parents had moved in almost three years earlier. Her 5'8" frame showed the value of regular exercise. 34B chest, a waist that tapered in almost unbelievably and flared back out to hips that were in perfect proportion to the rest of her figure. She had shoulder length blonde hair, cut in the modern fashion so that there was a range of different lengths and it flared out magnificently. She had huge blue eyes. To Robbie she was literally a wet dream; he had experienced his first 'nocturnal emission' while dreaming of her naked. As these thoughts went through his head and she continued to thrust her pert tits into him, he felt his cock begin to harden. Ellen felt it too. She had merely called to make sure he was okay but the feel of him responding to her changed her train of thought. She had watched Robbie grow into a fine looking young man, polite and handsome. Her husband was frequently away on business and she sometimes lay in bed at night indulging in a range of fantasies as she stroked herself. One of her favourites was imagining taking young Robbie, teaching him the joys of sex with an experienced partner, perhaps even taking his virginity! Now she thought to herself, "Okay Ellen, you've fantasised about it, now here's your chance to make it really happen. What are you going to do? You've only got two days." Robbie had surreptitiously tried to allow the fingers of one hand to 'leave' his body in spirit form. He found he could maintain this while still retaining consciousness. He used the fingers to make a connection with Ellen and was stunned when he heard the thoughts running through her head. "No way!" He thought. "No way Ellen McKenzie has dreamed about making it with me! No way is she holding me and thinking about doing it!" His excitement took a dip as he heard Ellen's thoughts balk at taking this huge step. She was 'talking' herself out of it in her head. "No, I can't, he's too young and he's suffered so much recently. What am I thinking of!" Robbie could see the chance of a lifetime slipping away from him. He decided he needed to do something to turn the tide back in his favour. He began to use his fingers to rub her back, pressing each finger into her skin with some power, almost like a finger massage. "Um, Robbie, you have such strong fingers," she said, "that feels really good. Ahhhhh, sooo nice, sooo very nice." He felt her thoughts change direction again and could tell her arousal had once more started to climb at the thought of doing something with him. He knew he had to press home his advance before she had time to begin to question herself again. Her thoughts had let him know that her fantasy involved teaching him, so he knew he couldn't do anything too overt or he would be acting against the fantasy. He casually dropped one hand from her back so that it was resting just above her bottom, his fingers trailing over her cheek, shyly, coyly, obviously not sure of himself, but trying to stroke her nonetheless. Acting immature and inexperienced. He decided to try and turn up the heat a little. "Mrs McKenzie, I'm really grateful for all your help. You know, you've always been very good to me. I think about you a lot." He said, purposely making himself sound even younger than his sixteen tears. He thrilled as he heard Ellen begin to get into it, excited by the proximity of his hand to her ass, his shy statement and seeing an opening in what he had said. "Ummm, Robbie, you've always been one of my favourites. I'm glad to be able to do anything to help you, particularly now. What do you mean when you say you think about me a lot?" "Just that you're really nice," he said and paused before then adding shyly, "and very pretty." A glimmer of guilt went through Robbie's head as he briefly thought of Amanda and Zoe. But it was brief. He was sixteen. He had the object of many of his fantasies in his arms, becoming hotter at the thought of having sex with him. His hormones quickly overrode the sense of right and wrong he had been taught by his parents. Ellen's thoughts in response to his little boy act also raised his arousal. Ellen knew Robbie's last response opened the door for her and that it was now or never. "Why thank you Robbie, what do you like about me? What makes me pretty?" "Oh, you have beautiful deep blue eyes, and, annnddd your hair is beautiful too." He once more sounded very shy. "Do you think about anything else Robbie? Do you think about where you seem to want to put your fingers? Do you think about my little bum?" She knew that she was now fully committed given this last question. Robbie could hear Ellen getting herself hotter and hotter as they played out this little game. "Oh Mrs McKenzie, I would never think like that, that would be dirty." "But I know you want to touch my bottom Robbie. Wouldn't you like to just drop your hand a few inches further? Wouldn't you like to touch me?" Robbie decided to answer by acting. He let his hand drop onto her cheek, feeling just how firm the muscles were under her skirt, how toned she was. He felt the ridge of her panties. He began to slowly massage her bum. "There, doesn't that feel good Robbie? So, back to the question. Do you think about my little bum?" "Yes," he said quietly, almost like a confession. "Did you say yes Robbie? Are you admitting you've thought about my bottom?" "Yes," he admitted a little louder. "Oh, naughty boy. And do you think about any other parts of me? Do you think about maybe touching my little boobs Robbie?" Robbie was finding her sexy talk very stimulating and felt himself hard as steel. He used the hand on her bottom to press Ellen forward so that she could feel his cock against her a little better. "Ah, does the thought of touching my boobs get my little man excited, does it Robbie? Here, let Ellen help you out." She took his arm, pulling it so that she could take his other hand and bring it up to her breast, pressing it against herself. Robbie couldn't believe how firm it was, how hard her nipple felt pressing into his palm. He couldn't believe he was actually standing here with one hand on Ellen McKenzie's bum and one on her boob. His head was swimming. Ellen could feel her excitement physically leak from her pussy. She knew she had to have Robbie, could feel how hard he was, knew this was a chance to live out her fantasy. "I think my little man needs some help," she said, pulling away from him and taking his hand, leading him towards the bedroom. Ellen took control. She backed him up to the bed and let her hand drift down to lightly stroke over the bulge in his pants. "Is my little Robbie sore, are you in pain, can Ellen make it better?" She let her hand grip his shaft through his trousers, impressed at his size and at how hard he was. Robbie groaned. Ellen pushed him and he fell back onto the bed. She stood in front of him, unbuttoning her blouse and shrugging it off her shoulders. She licked her lips watching his eyes widen at the sight of her tits which were pressed together impressively by a lilac bra. She reached behind herself to unclip the bra, letting it drop at her feet. Robbie groaned once more as he watched her perfect body being revealed. Ellen raised her hands to her breasts, pinching her nipples roughly. Her eyes had taken on a smoky quality as her lust built. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, standing before him in just a pair of panties that matched the bra. She cocked one leg, posing for him, turned on by how excited he was drinking in her body. Ellen climbed onto the bed and reached for the zip of Robbie's trousers. "Let me help you Robbie," she whispered huskily as she pulled the zipper down and slid her hand inside, running it over the length of his cock. She used her other hand to loosen the button of his pants and fished his rod out of his boxers. She licked her lips at the sight of his impressive length, dipping to take his cock into her mouth. Robbie felt all the years of lusting after this beautiful woman, who he had until now thought completely beyond him, rising to flood his senses and no sooner had Ellen taken him into her mouth than he felt himself shooting hard blasts of cum. Ellen greedily swallowed everything he gave her. "I'm sorry Mrs McKenzie, I guess I got a little too excited." "Don't worry Robbie, I'm sure I can help you learn how to control yourself better and how to make a woman feel good too." Robbie felt that it was now safe to drop the little boy act and demonstrate that he did in fact have some experience. He pulled Ellen upwards and began to kiss her slowly and deliberately all round her lips, nibbling and licking them sensuously. He kissed a trail along her cheek ad jaw, dropping to lick softly down her throat. He pushed her onto her back and continued his kisses down to her tits, laving her nipples with his tongue, worrying them firmly with his teeth. He sucked her nub into his mouth rolling his tongue over it while he used his hand to make sure its twin didn't feel left out. Ellen was stunned by this turn in events. Robbie's kisses had made her shiver with their lightness, almost tickling but more intense. Gone was the young boy, instead she felt herself being brought to the brink by his command of her body and he hadn't even gone close to her pussy. This was not what she had expected and she realised her 'little man' was obviously more experienced than she had guessed. The effect on her of him taking control was beyond her fantasy however, and she was more than content to simply enjoy what he was doing to her. Robbie continued to worship Ellen's boobs for some time, determined to savour every moment with her. He was lying partly across her, one leg over hers. She felt his cock begin to harden once more, straightening against her, beginning to climb up her inner thigh as it reached its full length and firmness. Her complete focus was on the feel of him stiffening, of his young cock almost reaching out to her pussy. She could feel it gradually inch up her thigh, taking little jumps as the blood rushed into it, feeding its growth. It felt alive and she wanted it. She knew her pussy was flooding juices and she couldn't believe how utterly breathtaking it was to feel his flesh moving upwards as it changed from soft and limp to hard as steel. Robbie heard Ellen whimper and thought it was time he moved on although he was loathe to give up her perfect breasts after wanting to have his hands on them for so long. He began to kiss and lick down her ribcage and round under her arm again keeping his actions light but sensuous. He moved down her side and across her incredibly flat stomach. She had an 'innie' and he licked it before carrying on down her abdomen, feeling her pubic hair being to tickle his chin. His fingers trailed languidly down her breasts, ribs and stomach, feeling the goose-bumps on her skin. Ellen had been writhing under him as he had made his passage down her body, mewling and whimpering constantly. Robbie guessed he should stop dragging this out. He lowered his head yet further, lightly running his tongue across her panties, over where he knew her clit and pussy lips were. Even using his tongue lightly he could taste the sharp juices that already soaked the satin lilac material. Ellen's hips thrust up off the bed as she tried to get more contact with him, lost in her growing desire. He used his nose, running it up her labia and bumping her button, inhaling her scent, becoming ever harder. He eased the gusset of the garment aside and took his first real tastes of her source, his tongue greedily lapping the available juice. Ellen bucked at this more satisfying contact, pushing herself up at him. Robbie sucked her button between his lips, letting his teeth graze it ever so slightly. Ellen bucked even harder and screamed as she climaxed on his mouth and tongue. But Robbie didn't let up, he increased the tempo of his tongue-lashing of her clit and inserted two fingers into her pussy, hooking them upward to rub the front wall of her passage, beyond her pubic bone. Ellen was groaning constantly, gripping the sheets on Robbie's bed frantically in two clenched fists, her teeth bared and her eyes rolling back into her head. At last she could take it no longer and she passed out, going limp under him. He continued to softly lick her slit, picking up more of her juices as he waited for her to recover herself. She roused, looking down at him with awe on her face. She pulled him upwards, feeling his hardness settling over her pussy. She kissed him deeply, allowing his tongue to duel with her own. Robbie pulled back. "Was it okay Mrs McKenzie?" He grinned at her so she knew he was teasing her. "It was incredible Robbie, you made me feel better than I ever have before. And I thought I was going to be the one teaching you!" "I just did what I've been dreaming of for several years now and made sure I got to enjoy every second of it." "Oh, you made sure I enjoyed it too lover, you were fantastic." "There is something that I've dreamed about that I haven't done yet." He told her, smiling. "And don't think you're getting off of this bed until you have, Robbie MacRae!" The words were no sooner out of her mouth than Robbie raised himself, pulled her panties to the side and pushed his hard cock into her, seating himself all the way in with a single stroke. "Uggghhhhh, jesus, Robbie!" He luxuriated in the feel of her, her vaginal walls contracting round his shaft, squeezing him delightfully. He set a steady pace as he lay down on her, keeping the worst of his weight off her with his arms. He made sure to grind her button on each stroke and soon Ellen was groaning once more, her legs wrapping round him as she used her heels on his ass to drive his cock deeper. "Yeeesssss, Robbie, yeeessss, ooohhhhh baby, faster, yeesss, faster, ooohhhh I can feel your hard cock filling me up, I'mmm going tooo cummmmmm. Robbie, Robbie, yeesssssss." Robbie raised himself up so he could look at her, his arms straightened to take his weight, almost as if he was doing press ups with his upper body. His position ensured his cock rode higher into her, dragging her clit downwards on each stroke so that it was stimulated even more when their bodies met. The new angle also caused his cock-head to rub over her G spot on each inward thrust. He increased his speed and the strength of his thrusts, really driving into her. The combination was too much for Ellen and she screamed out her orgasm, her vaginal walls contracting tightly around his shaft. Her reaction and the contracting sleeve around him pushed Robbie over the edge and he grunted repeatedly as he felt his cum jetting into her time and time again. Amanda drove to the hospital early. She was keen to see her daughter, to make sure that she was indeed okay. As she entered the ward she was relieved to see Zoe sitting up and talking animatedly to Alison, who was sitting at her bedside. Zoe said she was feeling fine other than a low-grade headache. She was desperate to get out of the hospital. She was also bursting to share something with her mother. "Mom, Alison's Aunt Tina is going to take her in but she can't come up to get her for two weeks. She's asked if Ally can stay with us until then. Can she mom, pleeeeaaaasssseeee?" Amanda smiled, she agreed with what Robbie had said the day before, Alison would need support and she was happy to help her daughter's friend. "Of course, honey, I'd be delighted to have Alison stay over." She looked at Alison and saw her face change from being worried to wearing a huge grin. She had obviously been concerned about Amanda's response but relaxed when Amanda made it clear she would be welcome. Amanda left the young teens to talk and went to try and find a doctor to enquire what was happening with the two girls. She spied Dr Anderson and waved to him. He informed Amanda that blood tests had confirmed that Zoe had been given Rhohypnol, one of the Benzodiazepines, a depressant or tranquilliser commonly known as a date-rape drug. The medical staff were content that she would be fine with no lingering after-effects. Dr Anderson also confirmed that the hospital and social services were aware of Alison's Aunt Tina taking responsibility for her, and Tina's request that Alison stay with the Gray's for two weeks. In short order all the necessary paper work was completed and Amanda and the two girls were able to leave. As they drove home Amanda explained to Zoe that the police wanted to come to the house to take statements. She asked whether Zoe felt up to it and guessed that the police might want to interview Alison too if they found she was living at her house. "Alison, how would you feel about giving a statement honey?" Alison seemed more worried about the prospect but finally agreed that she would do it. She recognised that it would need to be done sooner or later and decided she would rather get it out of the way as soon as possible and while she had the support of her friend and Mrs Gray around. Zoe said she would be fine too. When they arrived home Amanda phoned Deputy Richards to confirm that they would be available to give statements. When he heard that Alison was there too, and that she had consented to giving a statement also, he told Amanda that he would be round immediately. The deputy recognised the need to get statements before the three had an opportunity to discuss the incident together. He needed their independent statements; not the hotchpotch of what might end up in their heads once the compared notes. The deputy and a partner arrived within thirty minutes and they took statements from them individually. Zoe could offer little as all she remembered was drinking the coke and nothing else. Amanda pretty much repeated everything that she had already shared. Deputy Richards informed Amanda that it would be better for Alison to be interviewed at the station where there was a specially trained female support officer who could sit-in. He asked if it would be okay to take her there now. Amanda talked to Alison and confirmed that the young girl really wanted to get this over and done with. She promised that she would take Alison to the station and that she and Zoe would remain there while Alison gave her statement. They all drove to the station and Amanda and Zoe remained in a waiting room while Alison went off to give her statement. When she returned around forty-five minutes later the young girl was clearly upset and emotional. Amanda thought quickly. She had plenty of money now and Alison would need clothes if she were staying with them for two weeks. Rather than take her back to her own house, the 'scene of the crime' so to speak, she thought it might be therapeutic to take her shopping for new clothes. She suggested driving to the nearest mall and the girls both cheered! Robbie had turned to Ellen as they lay side by side. "Thank you for giving me something very special indeed. I will always remember this time with you, particularly since I've dreamed about being with you for so long but never ever thought that it could happen." "Oh Robbie, it's me who needs to thank you. I admit I have fantasised about you before but the reality was so much better than I imagined it could be. This will always be special to me too. Are you really sure about leaving for America? I'll miss you if you go and it's a very big step to take." "Ellen, I need to go. I planned on going to college there anyway and now I just want to get away from here, to put the memories behind me. But I will continue to think about you a lot Mrs McKenzie." He smiled again to show he was teasing. They cuddled together, still feeling the warm glow of their torrid sex, "no," Robbie thought "that was love-making." Soon, they fell asleep together until an hour or so later Ellen roused herself and told him she needed to go. "Robbie don't leave without saying goodbye, please?" "Of course not Ellen, I couldn't deny myself at least one more sight of your beauty, all of you, especially now I'm a little more familiar with what's under the clothing!" "Flatterer and letch!" she said, kissing him lovingly as she rose to dress and leave him alone. Robbie lay back for some time longer, just wallowing in the experience he had just had. It was an experience he had never envisaged happening and all the more sweet because of that. Who would have ever thought that Mrs McKenzie, the woman he had held on a pedestal for three years, had not only lusted after him but had enjoyed sex with him so much she had passed out. His ego was massively inflated. At last he got up and showered. He tried to contact Zoe on skype but she wasn't on-line. Amanda and the girls returned home from their shopping trip laden down with bags. She decided this had been a great idea as both the girls were bubbling over, excited by their purchases, giggling and horsing around. They rushed upstairs with their bags of booty and Amanda poured herself a glass of wine, sinking onto the sofa to relax for a few minutes. Upstairs, the girls had spread all of their prizes on the bed and were preparing to have fun trying things on. Zoe noticed a flashing icon on her PC and rushed over to investigate. Robbie had tried to contact her on skype she realised, immediately disappointed she had missed him. She got on-line to see whether he was still around. He was, yeeesssss. She sent him a message and quickly made a skype connection, bursting with happiness when she saw his face on the screen. She didn't notice at first that Alison had become very subdued as her excitement mounted. She chatted to Robbie and caught him up on everything that had been happening. As she was calming down Robbie said he needed to speak with Amanda for a moment. Zoe pulled the headphones from her head and shouted downstairs for her mother. "Oh, just give me a minute to relax baby," Amanda thought as she heard her name called. She assumed that the girls merely wanted to display their new clothes and would prefer to have a little longer just sitting back. When Zoe shouted once more she bowed to the inevitable and stood to climb the stairs. When she reached Zoe's room her reluctance disappeared as she saw Robbie's face on the PC. "Robbie," she squealed, rushing to take the headphones from Zoe and taking her place in front of the PC. She chattered away, feeling almost girlish in her excitement at speaking to him. Once she had gotten over the initial exchanges Robbie told her he had something important to ask. Zoe was getting impatient not being able to hear what was being said but Amanda simply ignored her for the moment as Robbie had suddenly become very serious. "Amanda, how would you feel about having a lodger for a while?" "A lodger Robbie, what's that?" "Oh sorry, I guess you guys would call it a boarder." "Did you have somebody in particular in mind?" "Well, errrr, me actually." Amanda could see that he was squirming and decided now was not the time to tease. "Robbie, we are a bit busy here just now, Alison will be staying over for the next two weeks but believe me such a boarder would be very welcome." She could see him let out his breath in relief. Zoe was looking over her shoulder and could tell from the expressions that something serious was going on. That made her even more frustrated that she couldn't hear the other side of the exchange to find out what was going on. "Ummmm, Amanda, I hope you don't think I am being too presumptuous but I've put my apartment on the market and I've booked a flight for the US for tomorrow. I intend going to the University of Montana and if you couldn't take me in I would rent someplace. I'm committed to coming over there for the long term but I admit it would be a lot better if I could be with you and Zoe." Amanda thought quickly, she could always get the two girls to share Zoe's room so that Robbie could have the guestroom while still leaving plenty of space around the big house. She desperately wanted Robbie here and she thought Zoe would feel the same but she thought she had better ask. "Hold on a second Robbie." She said, taking off the headphones she turned to Zoe. "Zoe, what would you say to having a Scottish boarder for the next couple of years?" She asked, expecting to shock Zoe. "Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee," Zoe squealed, jumping up and down in her excitement. "I'm taking that as a yes," Amanda said, grinning at her daughter's reaction. Her grin faded as she spotted Alison sitting on Zoe's bed looking a little concerned. "Ooops, we'll need to be careful with her," she thought. "Yes, yes, yeeeessssss," Zoe squealed, "of course it's a yes, I would love to have my hunky Scotsman here, yes mom, definitely yes!" Amanda put the headphones back on and turned to the PC screen and webcam. "You might not have heard, although I'm sure that scream could reach across the Atlantic, I've asked Zoe how she feels about you staying here and I'm sure you at least saw her reaction. She thinks that would be okay." Amanda grinned at the understatement. She shared details of Robbie's travel plans so they could pick him up and then succumbed to Zoe's pressure to give back the headphones. "Robbie, I'll see you tomorrow, take care okay?" "Thanks Mandy, I'm looking forward to seeing you both again." Amanda shivered deliciously at his use of 'Mandy' and flashed him a huge smile. She whispered to Zoe that Alison looked as if she was feeling a little left out and that she should remember she might be feeling fragile still. Zoe glanced at Alison and saw her mother was right. She winked at her mom as Amanda left the room, assuring her that she was on the case. She had a great idea. "Robbie, have you ever been to a fashion show?" She grinned lasciviously at him and he blushed in memory of her last little show. Alison heard Zoe's words and paled as she thought what they meant. Zoe removed the headphones and turned to Alison. "I promise that you are going to enjoy this. It's sooooo much fun teasing boys and they just can't resist drooling at us girls in our finest clothes. Come on lets put a show on for the eager Scotsman!" "Zoe, I don't think I can do this. I hardly know Robbie and I'm not comfortable with this at all." Zoe certainly didn't want to make her friend do anything that would make her uncomfortable but she detected a bit of interest in Alison's voice. She felt a tame parade would help break the ice between the two and bring Alison out of the mood that she seemed to be descending into. "Come on Ally, I'm not exactly suggesting we put on a strip show for him, just show off some of our new clothes." She said. Zoe could see that this re-assured Alison somewhat and pulled her into the bathroom, dragging the new clothes with her. She decided that it would be best if she put on the first show for Robbie. She stripped off and put on a new skirt and vest top. The top left a couple of inches of her midriff showing and, without a bra, accentuated her boobies well. She opened the bathroom door and adopted a catwalk strut in front of the webcam, giving Robbie a good show. As she turned she flicked the back of her skirt up, giving him a flash of her panties and bottom. She watched as he applauded on the screen and then returned to the bathroom. She was pleased that Alison had watched the entire show and seemed okay with it. She persuaded Alison to perform the next parade, rather easily she thought. As she had guessed, Alison wasn't so against this as she was making out. She helped Alison into a pair of very short shorts and a blouse that tied below her breasts. She thought her friend looked really hot and knew that Robbie was in for a treat. She opened the door and thrust Alison through it. Alison's first effort at parading in front of the webcam was very tentative but when she saw Robbie's eyes widen at how she looked she became more confident and eventually Zoe had to drag her back to the bathroom as she was really into strutting her stuff. They each tried on another couple of outfits and Alison became more and more comfortable with what was going on. Zoe could tell that Robbie's excitement was rising as he fidgeted on the screen. She had ensured she took every opportunity to flash him when she had been taking her turn to parade. Shocking Alison a little when she lifted one top to bare her breasts to the Scotsman. On the next outfit however, she was surprised herself to see Alison flash her panties at Robbie, grinning shyly as she did so but obviously pleased by the enthusiastic response she received. By now the time in Montana was getting late and Amanda called up to the girls that it was getting close to bedtime. Zoe felt that time was short to move this parade on to another level. In the bathroom she changed into a silk pantie and camisole set that she had purchased from Victoria's Secret. Alison hissed at her that she was going too far but she ignored her friend and sauntered out of the bathroom to strut for Robbie in her sexy underwear. She was encouraged when she saw his response and really vamped it up, bending over so he could get a good view of her rear in her little panties and from the front to emphasise her cleavage. Robbie was in heaven. The way Zoe's silk camisole accentuated her little titties was almost too much to take from so many miles away. He could see her nipples thrust out from her chest and the silky material dropping from her tits invitingly. He imagined running his hands over the material, feeling her boobs under it and her nubs poking out into his palms. Zoe let the strap on one side of her camisole drop down her arm and apparently innocently flashed one of her titties at Robbie. Alison was panting slightly at her friend's display. She realised that the whole situation was turning her on fiercely. She was attracted to Zoe and the idea of parading for an older boy combined to make her feel increasingly horny. When Zoe returned to the bathroom she grabbed her friend and kissed her passionately on the mouth. "God Ally this is getting me soooo hot. You look so good too but knowing Robbie is watching really turns me on. I bet he's fiddling with his thingy, you know his 'cock'!" Alison couldn't believe her friend's words and actions and they simply fuelled her arousal further. She didn't take much persuading to put on her own purchase from Victoria's Secrets, a silver camisole and French knicker combination in silk too. She fairly burst through the door of the bathroom and strutted for Robbie, following Zoe's example by bending over to present her best and most provocative poses. She realised she was getting damp between her legs and, losing all sense of inhibition, brought her crotch right up to the webcam so that Robbie could see just how excited she was. Zoe had watched her friend throw herself into the parade totally. She felt she would have to go some to top her display. Then she had a great idea. She sneaked over to her wardrobe and pulled several items out and took them into the bathroom. Amanda's voice calling upstairs for the second time halted Alison's wanton display. She returned to the bathroom flushed and obviously aroused. This time she grabbed Zoe and kissed her deeply rubbing her titties against her friend's and her mound on Zoe's thigh. Zoe pulled back, her own arousal obvious in her hooded eyes. Alison watched her dress in the final outfit. "What are you doing Zoe, why are you putting that on?" "Watch and learn girlfriend, watch and learn!" Zoe opened the bathroom door and Robbie was treated to a repeat show of Zoe in her school uniform. She strutted up and down before pausing to lift her skirt, flashing her panties once more. Robbie stared at the brilliantly white cotton panties, they looked like they had little violet flowers on them, and he knew that they were sexier somehow than all the other silky lingerie the girls had worn. He closed his eyes and groaned, rubbing his cock feverishly. Zoe stopped right in front of the webcam, raised her skirt and pulled the cotton panties to the side, exposing her pussy. Robbie could see it glistening, obviously leaking juices and he gulped in frustration that he was so far away. Zoe beckoned Alison over in front of the webcam and gave her a hot kiss on the lips. She turned to the screen and blew Robbie a kiss as she closed the skype link. Alison's head was swimming and she hugged her friend tightly. She was very horny and would normally have been masturbating by now if she had been alone feeling this hot. She tried to calm down but found it difficult being so close to Zoe. Robbie quickly lay down on his bed. He wasn't going to allow Zoe to have the last laugh after all the teasing the two girls had put on this evening. He zipped into Zoe's bedroom and goosed her, pinching her ass as he whispered in her ear, "I think you're right, I do owe you something and after that show you're going to get it very soon!" Zoe jumped at the pinch to her ass then smiled at Robbie's words. She should have known the Scotsman would get his own back for her teasing. She felt herself tingling at his words, she knew she was ready to go all the way with Robbie and the fact he was returning soon raised her anticipation. Robbie had also read her plans involving Alison for later. He projected his arousal at the picture that she painted and confirmed with Zoe that it would be okay for him to watch. ------- Chapter 13: Back in the USA The girls went downstairs to have a quick supper of cookies and warm milk. Amanda told them that they should share Zoe's room and her Queen sized bed so that the guestroom was free for Robbie. They rushed to get ready for bed, still keyed up from their display for Robbie and the effect they had had on each other. Zoe had on her usual sleep tee and panties. Alison slipped into the bathroom and when she returned Zoe was surprised to see that she had on the camisole and French knicker set she had modelled earlier. They both climbed into Zoe's bed, lying side by side, remembering the feel of each other as they had hugged and kissed passionately only thirty minutes before. "Zoe, have you kissed Robbie? You know, kissed him like you kissed me tonight?" "uh huh." "Have you done anything else with him? Have you, like, let him touch you or anything?" Zoe blushed but answered, "uh huh." "C'mon girlfriend, no secrets, tell me everything." "Ally! It's too embarrassing, I can't." Zoe wriggled to underline her point. "Have you let him play with your titties?" Ally asked, a little breathless as she felt herself getting horny with where the conversation was going. "Yeh." "Oooohhhhh, Zoe, has he touched your pussy?" "Uh huh and he, like, you know, licked me down there too." Zoe whispered shyly. "Oh God, what was it like, come on Zoe, split, was it to die for?" Zoe was flushed and, a little breathless herself; she remembered how Robbie's tongue and lips had pleasured her little cunny. "Um, it was, like, awesome Ally. I've never felt anything like it, sssoooooo hot, sssoooooo good. He's really good at it and made me come so hard." "Have you done it with him, you know, gone all the way?" "No, but I want to. Robbie wouldn't do it, he said I was too young and that I should wait. But I know I'm old enough and I so want to do it with him. I guess we're both gonna need to stay virgins a while longer girlfriend." Zoe knew from the silence that followed that something wasn't quite right. "Ally, you are still a virgin, right?" Ally didn't respond. "Ally, come on 'fess up girl. Are you or aren't you a virgin?" "No." Ally replied. One word, but Zoe could hear the depth of pain that saying it caused her friend. "Oh Ally, what happened? Who was it? Was it bad?" "It was daddy." Zoe gasped as she turned to look at her friend. "Your own father! Jesus Ally, how did it happen?" "He's done it loads of times now. At first I thought he was just being extra nice to me because mom had left us, but gradually he began touching me and stuff. I admit I liked it, liked his attention. I was mad at mom for running out like she did. Then he slept with me, Zoe I wasn't thinking straight, I went to his bed and offered myself to him." Zoe could hear Ally sobbing quietly now and she reached out to hug her. "It was good Zoe, I enjoyed it, I enjoyed having him fill me up. But pretty soon he started to hurt me, on purpose. He wouldn't stop, even when I screamed. So no Zoe, I'm not a virgin. I'm going to have a hard time explaining that to any boy that is stupid enough to go out with me. At least the doctor at the hospital told me I'm not pregnant, I thought I was." "Ally, that's just awful. But you're safe now. He can't get you again. And I'll let you into a secret. I'm technically not a virgin either." "Ally stopped sobbing and looked into her friends eyes. "Zoe, either you are a virgin or you're not. There is no 'technically' about it." "Well, when Robbie wouldn't do it with me I thought I would do something to show him I was old enough. So, I got my Mom's dildo and took my cherry with that. Pretty dumb huh? So you see, I bust my cherry but have never had, like sex. So technically I'm not a virgin." "Oohhh Zoe, wow, that sounds hot. I don't think I could have done that." Zoe could see her friend was thinking about what she had done, appeared to be trying to visualise what it felt like. Alison's eyes had a slightly glazed look to them. "Were you imaging Robbie's hands on your titties when you did it?" Alison asked, moving her hand to begin stroking Zoe's breast. "Uh huh." "And did you imagine him kissing you?" "Uh huh," Zoe whispered and Ally could see her friend's tongue slip between her lips as she unconsciously conjured up the picture Alison was painting. Alison leaned over and began to plant butterfly kisses all round Zoe's mouth, encouraged to continue when her friend groaned in pleasure. She rubbed Zoe's breast a little harder and pinched her nipple which was sticking out proudly. Alison slid her hand down and under Zoe's sleep tee, sliding it up to her now naked boob. "Did you imagine Robbie licking your little titties Zoe? Sucking them? Chewing on your hard nipples?" Zoe gasped as Alison used her hand to raise her tee and lowered her head to take the now exposed nipple into her mouth. She licked all round the aureole, paying special attention to the nub and then used her teeth to gently bite down on it. Zoe was lost in the dream that Alison was creating, panting now as she imagined Robbie's hands and mouth on her body. She wondered just how far her friend was going to take this little game and didn't have to wait long to find out. "Did you think about him touching your cunny Zoe, did you? Could you feel him rubbing your little slit through your soaking wet panties, pushing the cotton between your lips, using his thumb to stroke your hard little button." Alison's actions matched her words and she did indeed find Zoe's panties were soaking. She rubbed Zoe's pussy firmly and used her thumb to stimulate her clitoris. She was rubbing her own pussy against Zoe's thigh, having straddled one of her legs, and she was getting hotter and hotter herself, aroused by the fact that she was doing this to her friend. She decided to push Zoe a little more to find out how far she was willing to go. "What else did you imagine him doing Zoe? What else were you thinking about, hmmm, what else did you imagine Robbie doing to you?" "Uh, uh, uh, I uh, I thought about him, uh, uh, using his mouth on me down there instead of his hand." Zoe panted in time to Alison's stroking. She couldn't believe it when she felt Alison drop lower down her body. "Did you think about him kissing his way down you chest, over you stomach?" "Uh huh, uh." "Was his tongue leaving a trail over your tummy?" "Yessss, yesssss." "Could you feel him suck your juices out of your pubic hair? Did you feel him take your button between his lips?" "Oooohhhhhh, yeeesssssss." Alison sucked Zoe's clit into her mouth and ran her tongue over it repeatedly. Zoe was whining continuously now as she could feel her orgasm approaching like an express train. Alison paused momentarily to continue her teasing. "What did you think of next Zoe, what did you think of as you felt yourself building?" "Ooohhh God, uh, I thought about, uh, uh, his big cock slamming into my little cunny, uh, I imagined he was, he was uh, uh, I imagined he was fucking meeeeeeeeeeee, aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Alison had returned her mouth and tongue to Zoe's clit and the combination of the stimulation, her imagination putting Robbie between her legs and the dirty talk, sent Zoe over the top into a crashing climax. She collapsed like a rag-doll on the bed feeling continued tremors as Alison gently lapped up her juices. At last Zoe could take no more and she pulled Alison's head upwards, landing a passionate kiss on her lips, tasting and enjoying her own juices on Alison's face. "Ooohhhh girlfriend, you were so good, I could feel Robbie down there, feel him licking and sucking me." "Was I better than Robbie?" "Not better, not worse either just different. Now, it's my turn to return the favour!" Zoe knew from the taste of her own juices that she was going to enjoy licking Alison. Eventually the girls fell asleep, exhausted and satisfied, grins on their faces. When they went down for breakfast in the morning Zoe was really excited about Robbie returning. Amanda disappointed her when she pointed out that Robbie wasn't arriving until the next day. "Zoe, you must be forgetting that Robbie is seven hours ahead of us. When he said tomorrow, that was his time, not ours." The girls moped around for most of the day, Alison responding to her friend's mood by becoming depressed in sympathy. Although they would normally be enjoying another day off school Zoe was wishing the day away. Robbie meanwhile was packing all of his stuff and taking a last look round the apartment. He had booked a taxi to take him to Glasgow airport. He had half hoped that Ellen McKenzie would have come round, he even thought about her perhaps staying overnight, but she hadn't appeared. He heard the beep of a horn and looked out of the window to confirm that his taxi had arrived. He picked up his bags and left the apartment for the last time, locking the door behind him. He realised he would need to mail the keys to the solicitors. As he bent to pick up his bags again he heard a step behind him. He straightened and turned, almost being bowled over by Ellen launching herself at him. "Oh Robbie, I'm so sorry you're leaving, please look after yourself." She pressed something into his hand and then turned and dashed back into her apartment. Robbie had caught the tears in her eyes and guessed she was too embarrassed to talk to him. He shook himself as he heard the taxi beeping its horn once more. He looked at what Ellen had given him, a piece of paper with her mobile number and e-mail address. Taking a last look at Mrs McKenzie's door, he picked up his bags and headed for the airport. The flight was boring and Robbie drifted in and out of the movies they ran. He remembered to stretch and work his muscles periodically, safeguarding against DVT, Deep Vein Thrombosis, something he had read about that could affect people who remained sitting for long periods. At last the pilot announced that they were starting their descent and Robbie buckled up, his excitement starting to rise at the prospect of being with Amanda and Zoe again. He waited impatiently for the plane door to be opened and for the passengers in front of him to file off. Everything seemed to be taking forever! He disembarked eventually and made his way to baggage reclaim, snagging a baggage cart on the way. Once more it seemed to take an age for the luggage from his flight to begin to appear on the carousel but at last he spotted his bags and dragged them onto the cart. He followed the signs for international arrivals and found himself coming into the main hall of the airport. Robbie caught a blur of movement out of the corner of his eye and turned just in time to catch a leaping Zoe in his arms. She was squealing over and over, her excitement bubbling over. "Let the poor boy breathe Zoe." He heard Amanda say with a laugh. Robbie let Zoe slide back to the ground and moved to hug Amanda. "Thanks for agreeing to let me stay Mandy, I really appreciate it. I know you haven't really known me that long so I wasn't sure how you would react to my request." Amanda felt a little shiver pass over her in reaction to Robbie calling her Mandy again. She definitely could get used to having the strapping Scotsman around she thought. Robbie turned to Alison and greeted her too, a little more reserved than the greeting for Zoe and Amanda, but a hug nevertheless. The car was noisy on the trip back to the house with Zoe unable to calm down. Amanda smiled but she knew that her daughter was completely infatuated with the young man. She had thought about this long and hard. How should she deal with the situation, particularly now that Robbie would be staying for a number of years? She had concluded that she would be unable to keep her daughter away from him. She had already demonstrated her stubborn streak and Amanda had no doubt that she had Robbie staked out to take her virginity. She was conflicted as to how she felt about that. She knew it was going to happen eventually and allowing it to happen at home, with someone she was sure would make it a memorable occasion for Zoe, made some kind of sense. It would certainly be better for her daughter than waiting for some immature young jock to do the deed in the backseat of a car somewhere. She had come to the conclusion that she would discuss the situation with Robbie and if he agreed she would give her approval. After having something to eat and freshening up, Robbie asked whether he should now tell the whole story about what had been going on. Amanda asked to speak to him privately in the kitchen. "Robbie, will this story involve telling Alison about the possibility that her father has murdered her mother?" "Yes." "Will we hear anything regarding you being involved with Zoe sexually?" "Umm, I'm sorry, but yes, it will. I want to be completely honest with all of you." "Will you be sharing any confidences about what you and I have shared?" "If you would prefer that I didn't, I will respect that but I think everything should be brought out into the open." "Robbie, I could be arrested for what we have done if it comes out. You could too come to that if you have been involved in sexual activity with a thirteen-year-old." "I know, but I still think we should share everything, with Alison too." "Okay, I agree. But we need to handle this carefully. I've already thought about you and Zoe. I've thought about it a lot. I have decided that you may be sexually active with her. If I'm honest, I don't think I could stop her anyway. I'm not completely happy about it and I have to say that I don't want to give up on you myself." Amanda blushed as she admitted this. "Mandy, you do me a great honour by even thinking about being with me, I'm about completely overwhelmed by the thought of you. I've thought about you constantly in the time that I have been away. I've also tried to get Zoe to slow down but you're right, I think she is at the point where nothing else but 'doing it' will satisfy her. I can't believe you're being so understanding about this situation but I promise I will never intentionally hurt her or you." Once more Amanda was impressed with Robbie's maturity. She began to feel a little better about her decision on Zoe, she believed Robbie would be good for her. She also couldn't believe her admission that she wanted to spend more time with him herself, but, he was the one talking about being honest, so she had been. "Okay, let me speak to the girls first before you start with your story." Robbie nodded and they returned to the family room. "Okay girls, listen up. Robbie's story might contain elements that could get some of us in trouble so before he starts we all need to consider whether we can keep those things between us. Never telling anyone else. Now, can you both agree to that?" Both girls enjoyed the fact that Amanda was treating them as if they were adults. They weren't sure what 'things' Amanda meant, but nodded in agreement that they could keep anything Robbie said between them. "Okay, Robbie, you have the floor." Robbie began. He started with how he had found himself floating above his unconscious body in the hospital. Amanda was amazed by this but noticed that neither of the girls reacted at all. She was surprised but thought that she might just be about to find out why they seemed so calm about it. When Robbie described his meeting and conversation with Jason, Amanda gasped and so did Alison. Again Amanda noted that Zoe didn't show any surprise. "He asked me to tell you both his last thoughts were of you and that he loved you both," he said. " He made me promise to look after you both." He looked at Amanda and saw that there were tears running down her cheeks. He moved over beside her and put his arms around her in a hug. "I'm okay, thank you for giving me that gift, thank you." Robbie began again. Zoe blushed furiously as he described his first encounters with her, in the guise of Bruno. Amanda was shocked to hear that both Robbie and Zoe had watched her masturbate and she looked across at Zoe with a raised eyebrow. Zoe covered her face with her hands, embarrassed that Robbie had shared this with her mom. Amanda then bristled at Robbie's description of what nurse Becky had done with him, believing this to be certain molestation. But she let it pass for the moment. The tables were turned on Amanda when Robbie described them making love. Zoe and Alison both gasped and then Zoe looked at her mother and smiled at her in acceptance. When Robbie got to the point of describing the night of the sleepover he gave the initial information and then paused. "Alison, I know your father was also able to leave his body and that he used that against you. There is something else he can do that you don't know and I need to explain it. This is probably going to be quite a shock but I must tell you." He explained Doug's ability to take control and how he had gained it. "Alison, I believe your father killed your mother and that he has hidden her body." They were all surprised at Alison's reaction to this revelation. She smiled. "Actually, I know I should be shocked and I am, but it's also a relief to know that mom didn't abandon me as he said." They were all stunned by Robbie's revelation that Doug had taken control of Jason and caused the car crash. He explained about the black spot in his head and what he thought that meant. His description of the mental attack meant for Amanda and how he gad intercepted it, having to battle the black cloud, had them all open-mouthed. Robbie was exhausted at the end of his story and the other three were in floods of tears. Some unspoken need made them all stand and come together in a group hug. After the outpouring of emotion they were all drained and naturally drifted off to their beds. Robbie lay awake for a while, the entire story still swirling in his head. He closed his eyes and probed the black spot in his mind once more, worried by what it could do to him. Amanda lay quietly sobbing at her husband's last words, thankful that Robbie had been able to pass them on but crushed to find out that Doug Beckwith had been the cause of his and Robbie's parents death. And that he had tried to control her, and that he seemed to have somehow infect Robbie's head. Zoe and Alison snuggled together. There was no repeat of their previous performance as they simply held each other and tried to give each other comfort. Alison was conflicted over the revelation about her mother. She also somehow felt partly responsible for what had happened to Jason, Robbie's parents, Amanda and Robbie. She knew this was silly but the fact that it was her father and that she had known he had strange abilities preyed on her mind. Zoe was probably the most relaxed of them all. She knew most of Robbie's story and finding out that he had had sex with her mother didn't make her jealous, rather it suggested to her that she might have more hope of snagging Robbie herself. She was sad however, over the loss of her father and Robbie's parents and how that had come about. She was also worried about what Robbie had said about the mental attacks from Doug and the black spot that seemed to remain inside Robbie's head. They were all still subdued the next morning. They all jumped when the phone rang, disrupting the silence that hung over the kitchen. Amanda answered it and engaged in a short conversation. When she hung the phone up she informed them that Deputy Richards was on his way to speak with her. It didn't take long for the policeman to arrive. He looked round at the sombre faces, settling on Amanda's. "Um, I don't think I've met this young man before." "Sorry Deputy, this is Mr Robbie MacRae, he's boarding with us while attending the University of Montana. He knows everything that has been going on so you can speak freely. I've also broken the news about what Mt Beckwith said about his wife to Alison, so she knows about that." Alison and Zoe both looked at Amanda, confused for a second that Amanda was claiming she had told Alison about her mother rather than Robbie. Then they realised that they couldn't really share Robbie's abilities with the policeman and Amanda had neatly side stepped a potential pitfall. "Thank you ma'am, and nice to meet you Mr MacRae. Mrs Gray, I have to tell you that we have looked into what you said but can find no evidence that Mrs Beckwith has been murdered. We are still following up some leads but I think it's a bit of a long shot." Robbie realised that, for some reason, Amanda hadn't passed on the information about where Alison's mother was buried. He thought quickly. "Deputy, I remember a case in the UK, a husband and wife who were serial killers. I think their names were Fred and Rosemary West. From memory, they buried their victims under concrete that they poured in their basement and to provide foundations for various garden features, you know garden shed, decking. Could Mr Beckwith have done something similar?" Alison gasped. "Daddy put in a new decking area in our garden just after mom ran off." "Well now, that's right interesting." Said Richards. "I need to look into what kind of warrant we might need to conduct a search of that nature." The Deputy chatted with them a little longer, informing them that Doug was being held at the Montana State Penitentiary while awaiting trial. Bail had been refused so they could all stop worrying about him. The rest of the day remained sombre around the house and once more they all retired to their respective rooms, no one in the mood for doing anything else. At the Montana State Penitentiary, Doug found himself in a holding cell, sharing with a huge black man, apparently nicknamed Beast. Beast had already heard on the prison grapevine what Doug had been charged with. He was a hardened con and that community had no time for pedo's. Beast had decided that he was going to have some fun with Doug. "Hey, bitch, come over here and suck me!" "Fuck off," Doug replied. He was still brooding over why his mental attack hadn't worked, annoyed at missing out on Amanda, pissed at the website that had promised so much. His family had secured the best lawyer available but even he had not been able to secure bail. As he sat mulling all this over he was caught unaware as Beast punched him on the side of the head with a huge, meaty fist. As he fell, Beast waded in with his boots, kicking him repeatedly in the ribs. "Now bitch, get up and suck me like I tole ya!" Amanda decided that they needed to do something to lift the mood in the house. Her first idea was that she should take them all out somewhere but then she thought that a better move might be to take Alison out and to leave Robbie alone with Zoe. She knew it was going to happen sometime and perhaps getting it out of the way would be best. Anyway, that was probably the best way of cheering Zoe up! She told Alison to get ready to go to the mall, as there were some things that they hadn't picked up on their last trip. "We'll probably be around three hours," she said, winking at Robbie as she did so. Robbie reddened as he realised what Amanda was suggesting with that wink. Zoe missed it and was at first annoyed that she was missing out on a shopping trip. Then the possibilities surrounding three hours on her own with Robbie popped into her head and she bit her tongue. No sooner were Amanda and Alison out of the driveway than Zoe was plopping herself into Robbie's lap on the sofa. "Well Scotchman, we seem to be alone for three hours. Whatever are we going to do?" She giggled at her use of the 'Scotchman', knowing it would get under his skin. "Um, Zoe. We need to talk." "No talk Robbie I want you to take me upstairs and finish what you started. I want you to do me, please?" "Zoe, I'm not going to 'do you'. What I am going to do is make love to an angel. You won't believe this, but Amanda has given me, given us, permission to do this. She has taken Alison out so we can have time alone together. Angel, I love you and would consider it a privilege to be the first to make love with you." ------- Chapter 14: Of firsts and finales Robbie wanted to take his time over this; to make sure Zoe's first time was perfect. She however, had other ideas. Sleeping with Robbie had never been far from her mind over the past few weeks and she couldn't get him upstairs fast enough. She took his hand and tugged him along behind her, only pausing once she had led them both to her room. Turning, she began to tug at his shirt, eager to get it off. "Zoe, slow down, this is not how your first time should be. It's too rushed, we should be savouring every moment." "Oh, I'm savouring it alright, and I'll savour it all the more with you naked, now come on, help me." Robbie bowed to the inevitable but still tried to slow her down a little. Zoe had let go of his shirt in favour of pulling her own over her head, revealing her breasts encompassed in a brilliant white bra. The bra was soon gone too and she was unzipping her skirt in double quick time. "Come on you slouch, hurry up Robbie, hurry!" He tossed his shirt onto the chair and unbuttoned his pants, sliding down the zipper and pulling them off. At last Zoe paused, taking in the sight of the large bulge which was tenting his shorts. "Oh, good, you really do want to do this. I was beginning to wonder," she quipped. "Zoe, I told you, it will be a privilege to be the first man to make love to you. At the speed you're going, it doesn't look like we'll be making love just yet though!" "Love, schmove, I need you now Robbie, I've been thinking about nothing else. The making love bit can come later, right now I don't have time for it." Even this far into things, Robbie stopped for a second. This was exactly what he had been warning Zoe about. She was acting thirteen, no longer in control, and she was in danger of spoiling her first time because of it. She was demonstrating just how immature she was and once more he had doubts about whether he should go through with this or not. "Zoe, stop. I don't want it to be like this. Maybe this is not such a good idea." "Well at least one part of you doesn't agree." She giggled. "Yes, but I'm trying to think with my big head, not my little head." "I think I prefer the little head, although it's not so little from where I'm looking." "Zoe, please, let's just take our time and enjoy, okay?" Robbie stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. He rubbed his hands up and down her back and sides as he nuzzled her neck. "Just let me love you angel." Stooping, he lifted her and carried her to the bed. Laying her down gently, he climbed up and settled beside her. "Just let me love you angel," he crooned again. Zoe's impatience had relented with Robbie's touch and with his hypnotic whispering. She could feel the heat in her loins but was able to lie back and bask as Robbie worshiped her. Robbie stroked her beautiful skin as he kissed her neck and throat, making her groan deeply. He realised that he couldn't take as much time over this as he would like. For one thing, he knew his own excitement wouldn't allow him to last long. For another, he recognised Zoe's urgent need. He just didn't want it to be a quick, meaningless coupling. Given how close he felt himself, he believed he needed to do something to ensure that Zoe would reach her climax just as quickly. Now it was Robbie showing urgency. He moved his head down between her thighs, searching out her clit with his tongue. He realised immediately that he had been worrying over nothing. Zoe's crotch was awash in her juices and no sooner did he swipe his tongue over her stiff little button than she screeched, arching her back in a shuddering climax. "Oops, serious miscalculation," he thought to himself, and grinned. Robbie continued with his oral ministrations, swiping his tongue up and down Zoe's leaking slit, loving the musky, sweet taste of her. He left her clit alone for now, instead, concentrating on her labia and her little opening. Zoe was riding the crest of a huge wave. She realised that Robbie had barely touched her but her own imagination had built her up and left her tightly strung. She could already feel herself rising to another level, didn't think it was possible, couldn't believe she could experience anything better than he had already given her. Still, she felt that enough was enough. She wanted to feel him inside her, had dreamt about little else for weeks. She urged him upward with her knees, licking his wet face and kissing him when he came within reach. As if by some signal of mutual consent they pulled apart and looked deeply into each other's eyes. Zoe was dazzled by the light shining from deep within his amazingly blue eyes, a mixture of joy and deep arousal were evident, making her shiver. Robbie was lost in the depths of Zoe's eyes, as he was trying to convey the passion and love he felt for her through his own. He could feel his cock nestling at the juncture of her thighs, teasing the opening to her pussy. He felt her hand move between them and watched her smile as she positioned him properly and urged him to press forward. "Yeeeesssssss!" she moaned as he pushed, forcing his cock past the tight ring that was the mouth of her channel. Robbie held still once he was fully seated within Zoe's impossibly tight sheath. Zoe was having none of it. She thrust her pelvis up at him, urging him into motion. He began a slow, steady rhythm, glorying in the feel of her, now almost glad she had used the dildo to break her hymen and stretch her tight passage. He raised himself above her, smiling down at her as he pistoned in and out. She returned the smile, a slight wildness evident now in her look. "Oh Robbie, yeeesssssss, you're doing it, you're doing it, uhh, uhhh, soooo big, sooo big, uh. "Angel, I love you," he whispered in her ear as he built up the pace of his strokes. "I'm close, angel, sorry, I can't hold it, just feels too good." Zoe wrapped her legs round him, digging her heels into his ass and urging him to go faster and harder. She knew she was close too and frantically rubbed herself against him, extracting every bit of pleasure she could. It seemed destined that they would come together, Robbie thrusting as deeply as he could and Zoe becoming all but incoherent at the sensations she was experiencing. Robbie managed one final thrust before he felt his seed jet from the head of his cock. The rapid fluttering of her vagina around his shaft, her nails imbedded on the flesh of his back and her deep throated moan, let him know that she had reached her climax too. He kept his full weight off of her but sank down to find her lips with his own, sharing a deep soulful kiss. "Thank you Robbie, it was beautiful, everything I've dreamt of." "My pleasure angel, but I hope to do better, I can't believe I came so quickly. You just feel so good." "Um, Robbie, it, you, haven't gone down. You're still hard inside me. Is that normal?" "I don't think so, you've got me so hot I can't help it." "Goody, does that mean we can do it again? Now?" "I think I'd better get rid of this first. I've read somewhere that you have to be careful in case they leak." Robbie slowly withdrew his cock from her and pulled the full condom off. Zoe flushed. She hadn't noticed him putting it on, had completely forgotten about protection and only now realised she hadn't felt him squirt up into her. "Oh, I forgot! I'm glad you remembered. How did you do that without me seeing you?" "I think you were a little distracted at the time," he sniggered. Robbie put on a second rubber and slid his cock back into her, once again building his pace slowly. He thought that his first come would take the edge off of his excitement but that wasn't the case. He felt himself already getting close again and tried to deflect it by thinking of anything but Zoe and her snug, slick, pussy. Fortunately for both the youngsters perhaps, Zoe also remained on a hair trigger and her arousal was quickly soaring once more. Robbie had a thought about how to hurry Zoe along once more, it had worked before and he thought it would work again. "Are you enjoying your daddy's big cock angel?" He said quietly into her ear. "Does it feel good baby? Am I filling you up, stretching your little baby pussy?" Zoe was instantly almost as rigid as a board, her arousal accelerated. There had been no hint of her thinking about sex with her father, she had thought of nothing else but doing it with Robbie for weeks. But as soon as she heard the words, images of her handsome father flooded her mind and the sheer taboo nature of her thoughts made her body react. It was like a power surge into a house, completely frying the circuitry of all the appliances; Zoe's synapses were fried the same way. Robbie lifted her legs over his shoulders, gaining additional penetration, going yet deeper into her, grunting with the increased exertion. He realised she was cresting again but felt he should try and keep her going, really take her higher if he could. He renewed his verbal stimulation. "Come on daddy's cock baby, daddy loves you and he loves feeling you come on his cock. Let me feel your juice on my cock angel, oh I love having my cock in your little cunny, sooo tight, soooo good." Zoe climaxed again and again, her channel choking down on Robbie, triggering his orgasm, forcing his jism almost painfully into the rubber. They rolled slowly apart, still holding each other loosely as they enjoyed the lingering tremors of their torrid coupling. After a few minutes to catch their breath, Zoe rolled over on top of Robbie. She began placing little kisses all round his mouth. "That was amazing, awesome. I don't think I'll ever feel like that again. Thank you for making it so special." She climbed off of the bed and went into the bathroom to quickly clean up. She returned with a warm cloth and sponged Robbie clean too. Her eyes opened wide when she felt him harden again in her hand. "Again?" Robbie nodded, a huge grin on his face as he pulled her to him. When Amanda and Alison returned from the mall, Amanda was too slow to stop Alison rushing upstairs to show Zoe her latest acquisitions. She opened the bedroom door and froze as she took in the sight of Robbie's bare chest, of Zoe cuddled into his side, her head pillowed between his chest and neck, a smile playing on her lips. Alison's nose twitched at the raw smell of sex in the air, her thighs clenching involuntarily and her hand pressing hard into her crotch. She felt Amanda's hands descend onto her shoulders, squeezing and turning her. She hugged the young girl, looking over her shoulder at her obviously satisfied daughter. She spied a used condom lying on the floor and sighed with relief that Robbie seemed to have remembered what she had singularly forgotten. "How could I have forgotten that?" She chided herself. She felt a jolt of arousal herself at the perfect picture of her daughter and their shared lover lying together and recognised how Alison was feeling. She led the young girl away, closing the door behind her. Alison could sleep in Robbie's bed tonight. In the morning Zoe and Robbie positively glowed, albeit they acted a little sheepishly around Amanda and Alison, as they knew both were aware they had spent the night together. After breakfast Amanda shook them all out of the strange mood and atmosphere when she announced she needed to take the girls out. She had decided that it would be a good idea to get Zoe on some form of birth control before she forgot the importance of protection again. Robbie decided he would go for a run while they were out. They were all back together for lunch, Robbie having showered after his run and Zoe bursting to tell him where Amanda had taken them and why. They finished a meal of cold cuts, salad and bread, washed up and had just retired to the family room when the doorbell chimed. Amanda opened the door and recognised Deputy Richards. She invited the Deputy into the house and led him towards the family room. He stopped her before they entered the room and indicated that, once more, he needed to have a private word with her before talking to the others. "Ma'am, I have to inform you that, following up on Mr MacRae's suggestion, we secured a warrant to search the Beckwith property and have uncovered the remains of a human body from the foundation of a decking structure in the back yard. We are obviously running tests now and gathering what forensic evidence we can, but it's entirely possible that this is indeed the body of Mrs Beckwith." Amanda gasped. It was one thing saying it was a possibility that Doug had killed his wife, it was quite another to realise it was probably true. The fact that she had fought with a murderer put a completely different slant on that and she shuddered as she thought what he might have done to her if he had managed to get control of her. Once more she said a silent thank you to Robbie for stepping in to save her. "How do you think the girl will take the news?" He asked. "I'm not sure. She seemed to accept the possibility of it quite well. But I'm only beginning to realise myself that thinking it might have happened and knowing it has, are two very different things. I still think the best thing is to be honest with her. Honest, but sensitive, and we are all here to support her." "Okay ma'am. I thought I would take your advice, but if it means anything, I agree with you. Honesty is normally the best approach if we can be sure that she won't completely break down." They proceeded into the family room. The three youngsters could immediately tell from their expressions that something serious was going on. Instinctively, Robbie and Zoe moved to sit on either side of Alison, lending their support by being physically close. Deputy Richards cleared his throat nervously. "Miss Beckwith, I'm sorry to say that my men have discovered a body on your father's property. There is a strong possibility that it is in fact the body of your mother but, at this stage we can't be sure. We will not know for definite until tests are carried out to confirm the identity, but I wanted to keep you informed personally rather than have you find out some other way. As always there are news cameras all over the scene and the press tend to speculate and exaggerate to make a better story. I can assure you Miss that I will tell you all that we know so you don't need to pay any heed to what the media is saying." He paused to consider how Alison was taking the news of her mother's possible, well probable, murder. He could see that there were tears gathering in her eyes and noted how both Zoe and Robbie were hugging her from either side, whispering words of comfort to her. All in all she seemed to be taking it very well, better than many adults did in his experience. "Um, thank you Deputy. I suppose it's not much of a shock. As soon as the possibility was raised and I thought about it, it made sense. Mom never had time to pick up with another man and I know only too well now from first hand experience just what dad is capable of. I guess I've been preparing myself for this news for a few days now. At least I know that mom didn't abandon me, that means a lot..." "Miss, we have access to specially trained counsellors and I could arrange for you to see one if that would help?" Alison looked at Amanda for help. She didn't rightly know how she should respond to this offer, whether having help from a counsellor would be a positive thing. Amanda nodded at her. "Thanks Deputy, perhaps that would be a good thing to try." Deputy Richards and Amanda were both impressed by Alison's apparent ability to continue to think clearly despite the news she had just received. Richards confirmed that he would make the arrangements and let Alison know and also that he would continue to keep them updated with how the investigation was going. Thanking them for their time, he said he had to get back on the job. Amanda escorted him to the door and thanked him for thinking of the counselling service. When she returned to the family room she took in the picture of Robbie and Zoe hugging Alison, obviously sharing in the young girl's grief but trying to be strong for her. Doug's lawyer waited for his client to be brought up from the cells. He was not looking forward to sharing his news, knowing that Doug could barely hold his temper at the best of times. He was grateful for the protective screen in front of him, having indicated to the Penitentiary staff that he did not want to be left alone in a room with his client but that he did need to insist on confidentiality. The Pen had a set-up for visitors that used phones to allow communication between two people in rooms on either side of a protective screen and that was what he was using for his consultation. When a guard opened the door on the other side of the screen, the lawyer was shocked to see how badly his client had deteriorated since his last visit. He glanced angrily at the guard who, seeing the look, merely shrugged. Doug took his seat and picked up the handset on his side of the screen. "What!" He demanded, but less angrily, less arrogantly than he had appeared in the past. The lawyer waited until the guard had left the room before responding. "I'm sorry to be the one to break the news to you Mr Beckwith but, I've been following the news channels and it appears the police have uncovered a body somewhere on your property. Is there anything you need to share with me at this time? Is there anything you've maybe been holding back, anything that could have a bearing on your case?" The lawyer spotted the light that seemed to appear momentarily in Doug's eyes, almost as if the news had revived him in some way, exhilarated him. As quickly as it came, it was gone. "I don't know anything about a body." Doug responded. "More importantly, what are you doing to earn your fat fee? Have you arranged for my release yet?" "Mr Beckwith, I don't think you fully appreciate the seriousness of your situation. There is no way I'm going to get a judge to agree to bail in light of the charges that are pending against you. If the news reports are accurate, it would appear as if you have another world of hurt heading in your direction now too. Now, I'll repeat the question. Is there anything I need to know?" Doug shook his head, appearing resigned almost now to remaining behind bars. "Mr Beckwith, are you alright, are you being abused in anyway?" The lawyer saw what looked like fear, then humiliation, then anger flash across Doug's face quickly before he once more marshalled his features and stood, slamming the phone into its holder. He stomped across the room, calling for the guard to let him out. Doug had spent two days at the mercy of the Beast before a change of guard rosters had led to a new guard intervening to have the pair split up. "So long, girlfriend." Had been the Beast's parting comments as he was led away to his new cell. Doug had crawled into the corner of his cell, sitting with his face in his hands, rocking himself. He tried not to relive the nightmare of the last few days. The Beast had forced him to suck his cock repeatedly, punching him when he tried to resist, calling him his bitch. The humiliation of being physically dominated by the large black man and the psychological impact of being forced into the shameful acts had combined with massive effect on Doug. His self-image was devastated and he found it difficult to think, never mind look after himself. For almost two weeks he simply left the cell to eat and wash, returning to his corner to rock himself and moan quietly. The guards were beginning to worry about his mental state. After meeting with his lawyer, Doug seemed to get even worse, refusing to leave his cell at all. Eventually it got so bad that the guards had to drag him out one evening, forcing him to shower and change his overalls and then making him load up a tray in the dining hall. Doug managed to eat a few mouthfuls of food but then decided he needed to use the toilets. As he headed for the toilets he spied the guard who had left him to the Beast's mercy in his first few days. He avoided the man's gaze and hurried past into the toilets. As the door swung closed behind him, he felt himself grabbed and slammed up against a wall. He couldn't see his attackers but it felt as if there were at least three of them. Blows rained down on his kidneys and he sank to the floor. He was dimly aware that his boots were being pulled off and then his overalls were hauled off of his shoulders and ripped forcibly down and fully off. As realisation of what was intended set in, he started to struggle violently, opening his mouth to scream for help. A huge wad of toilet paper was jammed into his mouth before he had a chance to make a sound. Doug saw the large black hand that forced the paper into his mouth and he heard a familiar voice. "Now, now, girlfriend, calm down some. Anyone would think you weren't happy to see me!" The Beast laughed cruelly as he mounted Doug from the rear, brutally thrusting his 8" cock into Doug without any lubrication. The Beast quickly settled into a pounding rhythm. Doug couldn't believe the pain in his ass as he felt the huge intruder rip him open time and time again. At last, the pain and mental anguish combined to simply close his mind down and he lapsed into unconsciousness as the other two cons took their turn to sodomise him just as brutally as the Beast had done. When they had finished with him, they left him lying on the floor, exiting the toilet and smiling at the guard as they walked off. Doug's absence was noticed soon after when another guard took a head count before lock down. A hasty search resulted in Doug's unconscious body being found on the floor of the toilet, face down, a mixture of semen and thick blood leaking from his anus. He was rushed to the hospital wing where a doctor examined him, demanding he be admitted to hospital immediately. The internal bleeding didn't look too bad but the fact it was coming from his rectum meant the risk of infection was high and the doctor knew they needed to act quickly. An ambulance was called and a police escort arranged. Soon, Doug was on his way. Robbie, Amanda and Zoe had spent the rest of the day trying to take Alison's mind off of the news she had received. They had driven out to the famous Glasgow dam and walked round the closed visitors centre, filling themselves with fresh air and winter crispness. They stopped for burgers on the way home and by the time they had reached the house they were all tired and didn't stay up long before turning in. Doug found himself floating above his unconscious body, looking down on it strapped into a trolley bed in the back of an ambulance. He took in the policeman sitting on the trolley bed opposite his body, staring at him. He realised that his ability was there after all. For some reason it hadn't worked on Amanda Gray but he felt renewed hope for the first time in two weeks that he could work his way out of the situation he found himself in. He merged with his body once more, a plan of sorts forming in his head. He opened his eyes, coming back to consciousness. The policeman saw the prisoner's eyes open and then instantly felt a surge of power hit him, a cloak descending over his mind. Doug realised his mental assault had worked as he looked into the glassy eyed stare of the policeman. He decided not to take any chances, remembering how quickly the situation had got out of control when he had taken control of Jason Gray. Doug tried to struggle out of the restraints that held him to the trolley bed. He tried for some considerable time and was beginning to panic when another thought occurred to him. He focussed his thoughts on the policeman's mind, sending a picture of him loosening the restraints. He was delighted when the guard complied. As he was at last able to sit up, he felt a deep pain lancing through his bowels but, clenching his teeth, he forced himself to stand. He had the policeman take his place on the trolley bed, strapping him in tightly. He unholstered the guard's pistol and checked that it was loaded and that the safety was on. He tucked the piece into the pocket of his prison overalls, realising that he would need to find someway of changing out of the bright orange suit. He tapped on the forward bulkhead of the ambulance and was pleased when he felt the vehicle slow down. When the ambulance driver opened the rear door he was immediately hit by a mental attack. Doug was once more gratified to see a glassy eyed look appear on the driver's face. He himself felt a moment of dizziness but shook it off and concentrated his thoughts on directing the ambulance driver to enter and close the door behind him. Doug took in the driver's uniform and figured it would fit. He sent a command to the driver to strip off and quickly changed into his clothes, strapping the driver down onto the trolley bed opposite the policeman. He tucked the pistol into the waistband of the uniform trousers and pulled the jacket across to cover the grip. He stepped carefully out of the ambulance, wincing at the pain, closing the door behind him. A quick glance at the wristwatch he had recently liberated from the driver told him that it was after midnight. He had little clue as to where he was. He could assume the ambulance was heading towards the hospital so that narrowed things down somewhat. The flashing lights from the ambulance allowed him to see some of what was around him but it just looked like countryside, the middle of nowhere. Doug opened the driver's door of the ambulance and looked inside the cab. The array of buttons and switches simply confused him. He had already thought it would not be a good idea to try and make a getaway in an ambulance and this confirmed things for him. While looking to see if there was anything in the cab that might be of use, he saw a sweep of headlights coming towards him. He reacted by slamming the cab door and, hobbling round to the front of the vehicle, waving his hands frantically at the approaching driver. His limping gait was of course real, caused by his very recent anal rape, and was convincing in terms of a reason why an ambulance driver might be seeking assistance. Doug smiled as the approaching car pulled over and stopped beside him. A middle-aged man opened his door, intent on lending assistance. Instead, Doug unleashed another mental attack, taking control of the stranger. His quick appraisal suggested this guy was bigger than him, not by much in height, but certainly by a few pounds round the middle. Nonetheless casual clothes were better than an ambulance driver's uniform. Doug had the man strip and was about to have him climb into the ambulance when a thought struck him. "Why give them even the slightest chance of identifying what vehicle I'm driving?" He thought. He made the stranger climb into the trunk of his own car instead; slamming it closed after him. He went through the pockets of the ambulance driver's uniform, removing a wallet, and then changed into the stranger's pants, shirt and pullover. He lucked out when he opened the stranger's wallet and found several hundred dollars and some credit cards. He checked the ambulance driver's and found it had just over one hundred and some further cards. He pulled out the cash and returned the wallet to the jacket pocket, limping around the ambulance to throw the uniform into the rear of the vehicle. Doug decided he had spent enough time around the ambulance. When it didn't show up at the hospital it would spark a hunt and he wanted to be as far away as possible. He climbed gingerly into the car, completed a U-turn and headed off into the night. A look at the gauge confirmed he had over a half a tank of gas. Ten minutes later a road sign told him where he was and confirmed for him where he wanted to go. His first stop was a twenty four hour Wal-Mart where he purchased a set of clothes that would fit him, some pre-packed sandwiches, some beer and one or two other 'essential' items. Doug's first thoughts had been to run, to run as fast and as far as he could, but his obsession with Amanda Gray hadn't left him and he gave in to his burning desire to have one more go at having the slut, maybe even her and her daughter together! He planned on a quick in, quick out exercise - into the house, take control of her and then drive as far away from Montana as possible. Pausing long enough in the car park to wolf down the sandwiches, washed down with a beer, he changed into the new clothes and opened the trunk to drop the last set on top of their rightful owner. Starting up the car, he drove the final leg to the Gray's home. When he arrived he took in that the house was in total darkness. Despite the fact that he knew every minute counted in terms of keeping ahead of anyone searching for him, he forced himself to sit in the car while he drank a second beer. Satisfied that no one was moving around in the house, he shuffled painfully round the side and approached the back door. He was pleased to see that it was designed exactly like the anti burglar experts said it shouldn't be! There was a glass panel in the door, placed in such a way that if broken, it would give easy access to the locking mechanism on the inside. Doug felt in his pocket for the roll of heavy-duty tape he had purchased as an 'essential' item at Wal-Mart. He taped the glass horizontally and vertically before using the butt of the pistol to smash the glass. The noise wasn't as bad as he had feared and he began to remove the tape, the glass coming with it. Reaching the lock was child's play now and Doug was soon entering what he quickly identified as Amanda Gray's kitchen. He limped through the kitchen, through the family room and found himself at the foot of a flight of stairs. Taking his time to climb the stairs was a necessity given his injuries, but this helped ensure he reached the top without making any noise. He made his way softly along the hallway; his eyes already adjusted to the gloom. He was drawn to the first door, the gun now out and held in front of him. Turning the handle slowly, he pushed the door ajar and looked in. He made out two shapes occupying the bed and he shuffled towards them. After a few more painful steps he recognised his daughter's head, nestled into the hair of the Gray slut. Doug went from coldly calculating, the silent prowler, to towering inferno of rage instantaneously. His slut was sleeping with the younger Gray slut, never! Outrageous! "Slut!" He screamed. "Get over here now!" Both girls bolted upright in fright, clutching each other, shaking and immediately crying. "I said get over here now, move it slut!" Amanda leapt from her bed when she heard the shout. She didn't think. Her daughter was in danger. She ran to the girls' room. Doug turned as he heard a noise behind him. His eyes lit up when he recognised Amanda, instantly firing a powerful mental attack at her. ------- Chapter 15: Ending Robbie had also been woken by Doug's shout. He was slightly slower in reacting than Amanda, but nonetheless was only fractionally behind her in the hall and was appalled to see Doug standing in Zoe's bedroom. "How did he get here? He's in prison. How did he get into the house?" Were all thoughts that ran through his head. Then he heard Doug shout at Amanda and he saw him unleash his mental assault. The sight of the black cloud made Robbie shiver at the memory of his last painful battle but, despite that, he didn't hesitate. He knew he would never be able to intercept the cloud moving normally. Acting instinctively, he let his spirit self zip from his body and fly in between Amanda and the menacing blackness. His physical body simply collapsed in a heap on the hallway floor, unconscious now that his spirit had left it. Robbie felt the black cloud gather around his head and he quickly re-merged with his body before he was overcome. He could immediately feel the cloud trying to invade his mind, insistent, buzzing angrily. He could also sense the existing black spot in his head pulsing, almost as if it was aware of the proximity of this new cloud. He concentrated as hard as he could to stop the two black essences connecting, knowing that if that happened he would lose control altogether. On the periphery of his senses he could hear the girls crying and Doug's continued verbal assault on Amanda. Amanda turned to briefly glance behind her when she heard a loud thud. She saw Robbie writhing on the floor but had little time to worry as Doug was in front of her, menacing. Doug had once again experienced a feeling of dizziness when he had launched the mental attack on Amanda. Shaking his head to try and clear it, he was dismayed to see that, once more, Amanda seemed to be unaffected by his power. He had been very surprised by the appearance of the broad shouldered youngster and had thought for a second that he would need to use the gun until the boy inexplicably collapsed to the floor and began rolling around holding his head in both hands. Still keeping one wary eye on the figure of the boy, he turned to Amanda once more. "I've waited long enough slut. Now I'm going to take what's mine." He snarled at her, pointing the gun in her direction. He was stunned when Zoe and Alison, shaken out of their fear induced paralysis by this clear threat to Amanda, leapt on him from behind, knocking him to the floor. The pain from his existing injuries shot through him, making him scream. Deputy Richards was driving back to town from the scene of Doug Beckwith's escape. None of them had been able to figure out how the prisoner had managed to overcome their colleague and the ambulance driver, all while he was supposed to be strapped onto a gurney. Nevertheless he had managed it somehow and was now on the run, armed and dangerous. Lee's next thought was that he needed to warn Amanda Gray and the girls that Doug was on the loose. He doubted very much that they had anything to really worry about, Beckwith would be trying to get as far away as possible. But he had promised to keep them informed as to how the investigation was proceeding. Zoe hung on tightly to Doug; her arms wrapped round his throat as they both lay on their sides on the bedroom floor. Doug managed to get one leg under Alison and launched her across the bedroom with his foot. Zoe bent and sunk her teeth deeply into the flesh of his ear, biting down hard until she felt her teeth meet, tasted the iron of his blood in her mouth. Doug screamed once more as the pain shot through him from this new injury. Amanda was torn between wanting to help the girls and Robbie, but seeing Doug launch Alison across the bedroom decided things for her. She leapt on Doug, driving her knee into his midriff, trying to wrestle the gun from his hand. Robbie meanwhile felt himself tiring mentally. The cloud almost seemed to have wrapped his brain in a straight jacket and it was slowly tightening its hold, squeezing his mind painfully. He was almost at the point of losing consciousness, drifting, when strangely a memory of winning the Scottish Athletics Championship came into sharp focus. He remembered this race, everything had slowed down for him in his head, time almost standing still, allowing him to analyse everything that was going on. He could feel the pain of the exertion from the pace he was going at but somehow knew he had more to give. He had been able to feel every stride and was able to adjust his breathing and rhythm so they delivered the maximum speed from his effort. He was able to review everything his coaches had told him, focus on the mental exercises he had practised with his father - the power of positive thought and affirmation - and he knew he would win. He saw himself dip on the line to take the trophy, a memorable achievement as he had broken the Scottish record for his age group. Now he experienced a similar sensation. Time seemed to slow down and he was able to take everything in, could feel the blood pounding in his head, feel the inky blackness of the cloud squeezing him, feel the pulsing of the black spot in his head. In this detached but highly aware state, it occurred to him that it was strange that Doug had never been able to sense his spirit presence. He thought of the last times he had been in the room with Doug and he was sure this was true. "It only works when I'm touching someone," he thought, "but surely if there's a piece of him already inside my head he would be able to tell I'm here?" Robbie was able to look round and see Amanda and Zoe struggling with Doug on the bedroom floor. "I promised Jason I would look after them both. I need to do something now but I'm losing strength and the cloud is winning. I'm going to be too late." He remembered his father's words. "When you think you've given everything, look deep inside yourself and if you really need it, really need it, your body will always be able to give you just a little more." He knew it was true. It had happened in the race when he thought he had nothing left, no more to give. He had looked inside himself, dug deep and found something extra. He knew he had to do the same now. Robbie turned his heightened awareness to the black spot in his head, examining its pulsing surface. Deputy Richards cruised up to the Gray household and took in that everything was in darkness. "Tomorrow morning will be soon enough," he thought as he turned the car away. Amanda was struggling to get possession of the gun but Doug was hanging onto it grimly. The pain from his wounds almost seemed to lend him extra strength and he was readying himself to try and dislodge the young slut from around his neck. He felt Amanda's finger alongside his own around the trigger and a loud bang let him know that the gun had gone off. He hadn't felt anything so it hadn't hit him, hopefully it had wounded one of the sluts he thought but there was no let up in their assault. Robbie heard the gunshot and knew his time was almost up. From within this heightened state, one single clear thought came to him. "I'm not winning by fighting the cloud and the spot, I might as well embrace them and see what happens. I'm useless to Amanda and Zoe like this anyhow, in for a penny, in for a pound." He focussed himself, gathering the extra reserves he knew his body could give him, and launched himself at the black spot in his head first. Rather than fighting it he opened himself to it mentally, trying to embrace it, to merge with it. Almost to his surprise it worked. His total astonishment at what he found almost allowed the black cloud to engulf him but, just in time, he managed to hold it back. "Jason, what are you doing in here?" He thought. "I'm sorry Robbie, I couldn't just leave them. I needed to be around in case they needed my help. I hope you can forgive me for what I've done." "Does that mean he knows what I've done with Amanda and Zoe?" Robbie thought in panic. He felt a warm feeling suffuse his body, strengthening him, pulsing energy through him. "I knew and I approved," he heard in his head, "now, don't you think it's about time we helped the girls?" Robbie found the combined mental energy of himself and Jason was more than a match for Doug's black cloud. He was able to shake it off easily and did so. He rolled over and got to his knees. "Amanda, Zoe roll away from him. Now!" Robbie said, not shouting but speaking steadily and firmly. Amanda and Zoe heard Jason's voice, not Robbie's and instinctively obeyed, rolling off of and away from Doug. Doug struggled to his knees; pain nagging at him from his damaged rectum and now from his torn ear too. Blood washed down the side of his head and there was a maniacal gleam in his eyes. He brought the gun up and pointed it at Robbie. "I don't know who you are son but, say goodnight to the sluts." A shot exploded. Amanda and Zoe gasped, looking from Doug to Robbie. They watched as a red patch appeared, spreading outwards as Doug slumped to the carpet. Looking beyond Robbie they took in the sight of Deputy Richards, his service pistol still smoking from the barrel. Richards had been turning the car when he heard what sounded suspiciously like a gunshot. It had seemed to come from the house. Slamming on his brakes he exited the car at a run, drawing his pistol as he went, holding it out in front of him in preparation for adopting the classic 'Weaver' stance if he had to. He circled the house and when he found the kitchen door open, its glass broken, he knew he had miscalculated when he had thought Beckwith would be fleeing. "Beckwith, you stupid bastard." He muttered to himself as he moved cautiously through the house. He could hear the commotion of a struggle upstairs and climbed the stairs quickly but quietly. He heard a voice order Amanda and Zoe to move away and then, just as he reached the top of the stairs, the chilling voice of Doug Beckwith telling someone to say goodnight. The Deputy took in the situation and didn't pause for thought. He fired once, over the head of what he could now see was Robbie MacRae, hitting Doug in the chest. He was gratified to see the brutal bully slump to the floor. Richards holstered his weapon and quickly knelt to feel for a pulse. Nothing. Beckwith was dead. He stood. "Armed police, put down your weapon." He said loudly. They all turned to look at the Deputy, confusion overwriting the shock on their faces. "Just making sure I do things by the book." He looked at them calmly. "Now if you're asked if you heard me warning him, you can truthfully say you did. I think the best thing now folks would be to move downstairs." They heard a groan and Zoe and Amanda only then remembered Alison being flung across the room. Zoe rushed over to help her friend; relieved to find her stunned but apparently only shaken, not badly hurt. Zoe hugged Alison; in the process turning her friend away from where her father's body was lying on the floor. In turn, Robbie moved to comfort Amanda who was now shivering violently with the after shock and adrenaline of the whole episode. They moved together, slowly, downstairs. Deputy Richards took charge. He lifted the phone and called in to his base, advising them that he had found and shot Doug Beckwith. They all heard the sound of cheering over the phone and Richards adopted a grim smile as he put the phone down. He asked Robbie where the makings were and put on a pot of coffee, lacing the mugs liberally with brandy before passing them round. It wasn't long before several patrol cars screeched to a halt outside the house and Richards opened the door to allow four more officers to enter. This made up the entire complement of Glasgow's force, two of them indeed part-time. "There's a mobile forensic unit on the way Lee. You know the procedure, we need to take and bag your weapon if that's the piece that fired the fatal shots. I'm sorry sir, but you know you'll be suspended pending an enquiry." "I know the drill son." The next few hours passed in a blur for all of them. The policemen separated them and took initial statements then informed Amanda that they would not be allowed to remain in the house that night as it was regarded as a crime scene. They were allowed to get some basic items but then escorted to Amanda's car after she had informed the officers where they would be going. It was a very subdued and tired, both physically and emotionally, party that loaded into Amanda's vehicle and headed off to the nearest motel. Amanda booked a family room for the week, considering it would probably be that long until they would be allowed to return to the house. They decided that they were too tired to talk, besides they had talked endlessly with the officers, so they simply got ready for bed. Zoe shared one bed with Alison and smiled tiredly as she heard her mother tell Robbie to get up off of the sofa and share the other bed with her. The next morning none of them really felt up to eating breakfast but Amanda nagged them into going to the motel cafeteria for at least some tea and toast. When they returned to the room, Amanda thought it was time to find out from Robbie what had happened to him. "Robbie, can you tell us what happened to you last night? All I remember is hearing a thud and turning to find you rolling on the floor?" Robbie recounted how he had intercepted another of Doug's mental attacks on Amanda. She gasped and ran to hug him tightly, kissing him over and over as she shuddered at the thought of being in the control of the evil bully. Once she had regained her composure, Robbie continued with his tale. They sat open mouthed as he replayed the mental struggle he had with the black cloud and how he had nearly been overcome. He paused for a second to gather himself before telling them about the final twist. "I guess I could see I was losing and that I wasn't going to be able to help you escape from Mr Beckwith. So, I decided to stop fighting the cloud and the black spot in my head and try to accept them. I didn't know what would happen but I was losing anyway so I thought, what the hell." He could see that the other three were staring at him, completely caught up in his story. "I must have decided to try the black spot first because the next thing I knew I had opened myself up and merged with it." He stopped and looked first at Amanda and then Zoe. "What happened next? Did the spot and the cloud join up? Did you have to fight off Doug's control?" "Amanda, Zoe, could you both sit down please?" He waited until the Gray women sat on one of the beds, looking at him strangely as if they knew now something unexpected was coming. "It wasn't what I expected," continued Robbie, still watching them both. "It wasn't a part of Doug that was in my head, it was Jason." Amanda and Zoe gasped, Amanda raising her hands to her mouth in shock. Robbie looked on worriedly. "That's why your voice sounded so much like Jason when you told us to roll away from Doug." Amanda said at last. Robbie nodded and then felt himself bowled over by Zoe as she flung herself at him. "Oh Robbie, daddy?" "I'm here angel, I can hear you," came the voice from Robbie's mouth. Zoe hugged him even harder and felt Amanda move to hug Robbie from the other side. All three shared their tears, none of the Gray women questioning for a moment if this was at all possible. They simply accepted and were comforted by the fact that somehow, part of Jason lived on inside Robbie. "Robbie, can you really feel him in there? Can you talk to him? Can we talk to him?" Amanda asked. "Yes on all three counts," he replied, "and I seem to be able to access his memories too if I try." With that he grinned hugely at Amanda and winked. She blushed furiously as she thought of some of the memories he might be referring to. The rest of the week passed at the motel. They were interviewed several more times by different officers, obviously from out of town. At last Amanda was informed that they could return to the house, but she delayed by a day to allow the carpet in Zoe's room to be cleaned by industrial cleaners. If anything Alison had brightened after the death of her father. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, a threat removed that had been hanging over her head. She hadn't witnessed the shooting, nor had she in fact seen her father's body so had been spared those traumas. With the resilience of youth, Zoe had bounced back very quickly. The fact that she had jumped on Doug, had even bit his ear, allowed her to think of herself as being able to defend herself, she wasn't a 'victim'. She still worried about Alison though. She had never fully come out of the shell that she seemed to have crawled into when her father had started to abuse and molest her. Zoe had a plan forming in her head though. She believed that Alison's experiences with men (well at least the only man she had been sexually active with!) had all been negative. She had watched how her friend has responded when she had gone into all the detail of her first time with Robbie. Alison had certainly been aroused and, if Zoe wasn't mistaken, also a little jealous. She didn't think it would take much persuading to convince Alison to sleep with Robbie. If anybody could show her how it was supposed to be, she knew her hunky Scotsman could. "Now," she thought, "how do I convince the noble Scotsman to do this for her? Why that's it of course, I appeal to his sense of 'doing the right thing'. He's a sucker for that and this is the right thing for Alison. I know it is." They returned to the house the next day. There were no signs of the struggle; even the glass panel in the kitchen door had been replaced. Amanda made a note to change the door for one that didn't have the same weakness. In the afternoon Robbie decided he was going to go for a training run to keep in shape. Zoe took this opportunity to drag her friend upstairs for a talk. "Alison, we've been best friends like, forever, so, I'm just going to come right out and say this. I think the fact that your only sexual experience has been abusive has left you with some deep scars. I believe it would help you in the long term if you had a different kind of sexual experience, one that came with love, tenderness, joy. I think you should sleep with Robbie!" "Oh great, the new sexual therapist in town, Miss Zoe Gray, has analysed and made her diagnosis," replied Alison sarcastically. Zoe, he's slept with your mother and with you, what makes you think I would want to sleep with him?" "Because I saw the look in your eyes when I told you what we did, I saw you squeezing your knees together. And besides, you haven' said no!" Alison lowered her eyes, acknowledging to her friend that she had indeed thought of Robbie this way. "Alison, you're my best friend, I want to do this for you. Please, I won't be jealous in anyway. For goodness sake, I'm already sharing him with mom." "How, how do you know he will want to sleep with me?" Alison asked, a hint of concern in her voice, the fear of rejection rising in her mind. "Oh, I think I can fix that," said Zoe, "come with me." When Robbie returned from his run he shouted to Amanda that he was going to take a shower. He climbed the stairs and stripped off, stepping under the shower to rinse of the sweat of the four miles he had just run. Satisfied he was clean; he stepped out of the shower and towelled himself dry. He walked into his room and stopped dead. Standing beside his bed were Zoe and Alison, both dressed in their Glasgow High School uniforms. "Oh, look Alison, Big Mac's coming out to play!" She giggled as both girls watched Robbie's newly named cock begin to harden at the sight of them both. "Zoe what do you think you're playing at? This is not even a little funny." Zoe grabbed his arm and dragged him back into the bathroom. She explained her thinking to him, stressing the deep hurt and anguish that Alison was feeling and her theory that she needed something good to compare the bad with, to get the bad in perspective, as not normal. She needed a good experience to help heal herself from the abuse. She could tell Robbie's sense of right was weakening his resolve and pressed home her attack. "Robbie, it took a lot for her to decide to do this and to dress up and come to you. If you reject her now, it will crush her." Robbie knew emotional blackmail when he heard it and he scowled at Zoe. Nevertheless he cold see there was a lot of truth in what Zoe had said. He decided then and there that he would do this for Alison. Zoe thought at first she had gone to far when she saw the scowl. She knew how stubborn Robbie could be - a Scottish trait she now knew. But she relaxed when she saw his shoulders slump a little in resignation. "Yeeessssss!" She thought. They returned to the bedroom and Robbie immediately walked over to Alison and drew her into a hug. He began to kiss her neck and ear, whispering to her. "Alison are you sure about this?" She nodded silently. "Then I consider myself honoured and will try to do my best." He pulled back slightly and kissed her mouth, putting everything he had into the soft, slow lip play. He let his tongue play gently over her lips and then nibbled and nipped the bottom lip between his bottom lip and his top teeth. All the while he was stroking her back firmly, using his fingers to massage deeply into her muscles. Alison was stunned by that one searing kiss. It burned through her, making her heart pound, her knees weak and she thought she could hear bells ringing in her ears. She was unconsciously pressing herself forward, rubbing her breasts on his chest, forcing one of his naked thighs between her legs and rubbing her mound hard against it. That one kiss had conveyed everything that Zoe had tried to describe. Her father had never shared that much emotion with her, ever. And Robbie had managed it with one kiss. She knew then that Zoe was right and she was glad she had decided to do this. Robbie began kissing her again, just as soulfully. His hand raised to cup one of her breasts and once more he was gentle with it, gentle but firm. Alison decided that she liked that a lot. She felt the jolts of pleasure as he teased and pinched her hard nipple through her blouse and bra, causing her to thrust against his thigh quicker and harder. Before she knew it she felt herself on the brink of coming, coming without having removed a stitch of clothing. Alison turned Robbie and pushed him onto his bed. She leapt on top of him, frantically hiking her skirt and pulling her white cotton panties aside to reveal her wet and swollen labia. As she held his cock upright and prepared to sink onto it, she felt a hand on her arm. Alison had been so carried away that she had forgotten Zoe was still in the room. When she saw the condom in Zoe's hand, she realised she had forgotten something else too. Zoe rolled the condom down Robbie's cock, rubbing him fondly before positioning him at the entrance to her friend's sparsely haired slit. Robbie felt Alison slide down on his hard pole. She was nowhere near as tight as Zoe had been, but then, she had been used frequently by her father. Still she was only thirteen and the tightness was relative, her sheath still gripped him snugly, sending incredible sensations through his cock as she rode him cowgirl style. He had his head thrown back, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold his orgasm back, when he felt the bed move and saw Zoe's pantie clad bottom descend towards his face. She too pulled her panties to one side, giving Robbie's tongue access to her pussy and hard little button. Robbie threw himself into it with enthusiasm. He felt fingers, Zoe's he thought, at the point where his cock was pounding into Alison. The fingers were obviously intent on rubbing Alison's clit because her bouncing got even faster, wilder, more erratic. "Yeeesssssss, uuuuggggghhhhhhh, aaaahhhhhhhhhh, yeeeeesssssssssss!" Alison squealed as she felt a massive orgasm engulf her. She slammed down hard on Robbie, trapping Zoe's fingers and pinching Robbie's cock as her vagina spasmed over and over. Robbie too felt himself going over and his sperm fired strongly into the rubber. Despite his own enjoyment, he didn't forget Zoe, pausing only briefly in his licking and sucking before re-doubling his efforts to bring her to climax as well. Alison recovered enough to lean towards her friend, kissing her lips hard and rubbing her little titties through her blouse. "Come for us girlfriend," she moaned, "come on his tongue, come Zoe, come!" The combination of watching her friend's cunny filled with Robbie's big cock, Robbie's tongue on her clit and Alison's hands on her breasts and voice in her ear were enough. Zoe groaned loudly as she shook with the force of her climax. All three collapsed onto the bed, smiling widely at the fantastic experience they had just shared. Robbie could feel both girls playing with his cock and he knew he wasn't done for the afternoon yet. He awoke the next morning to find that both girls had crept into his room and were sharing his cock between them, licking and sucking it to hardness. "Good morning, Big Mac. How are you this morning?" Said Zoe as she kissed the head and sucked it into her mouth. Between them, the girls soon made short work of Robbie's morning hard-on and he shot his seed deep into Zoe's mouth. The sight of the girls kissing and obviously sharing his offering was very erotic and he felt himself getting hard again almost immediately. The girls giggled at him and told him "later, we need to go to school today." They flipped their uniform skirts up at the back to flash their little white panties at him as they left. Robbie lay recovering for a while longer before showering, dressing and heading downstairs to snag some breakfast. Amanda was at the sink, washing up the dishes from the girls' breakfasts. He walked up behind her, putting his arms round her waist, cuddling into her back and burying his nose in her sweet smelling hair. "You know," he said, "I'm going to need an order of viagra if I'm going to be staying here for a couple of years." "Oh, I don't think so," she replied, "I know a couple of little minxes, and one somewhat older minx, who know enough tricks to keep you interested." Robbie's voice changed to Jason's as he whispered commandingly in her ear. "Tricks is it, upstairs now Mandy. I believe we have some unfinished business involving a certain wife's ass." Amanda smiled widely as she let Robbie/Jason lead her upstairs. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2006-11-10 Last Modified: 2006-12-10 / 03:37:26 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------