Bad Uncle Too

She looked at the box and at the ice cream in my hand. “Ice cream first.”

“No! And if you don’t get up and do what I told you to I’ll empty it down the sink.”

Out came the pout and she flounced her ass out of the chair and down the hallway. Of course she locked the door and stayed in there, way longer than was necessary, until I threatened to break it down.

She opened the door and her face was white as a sheet. “Hey, look at me.” She refused to lift her head and my eyes went to the stick on the sink.

“So it’s true. Why are you scared now? Isn’t this what you wanted?” She started to shake and I had to pick her up before she fell.

I sat on the couch with her on my lap and tried to figure out what the hell was going on inside her head now.

For days I’ve been trying to fit the pieces together and though some didn’t fit and others made no sense, I always came back to one thing.

Each time I took her, from the first to the last, she’s always begged me to cum inside her. I know now that she’s not the innocent little girl I remembered, so there’s no way she wouldn’t understand the consequences of that.

In the beginning I thought it was just some sort of sexual thing with her, but now I’m not so sure. So why, if this is what she was after, is she sitting on my lap shaking like a leaf and refusing to look in my face.

23

I gave her enough time to compose herself and calm down, but the shit had come full circle. That stick with the pink line had changed everything for both of us.

It was no matter a question of maybe, and maybe that’s why she’s scared. “Are you afraid of your parents, of what they will say?” I wrapped my arms tighter around her and held her close.

“Do you think I will let anything happen to you or the baby? Your father and I are friends, and sure I feel a little guilt that he sent you here and I couldn’t control myself.”

“But that guilt is not enough for me to throw you to the wolves. I want you to put all of your worries aside. From this moment on, you’re mine to protect, both you and the baby.”

“She still didn’t say anything and I kept rambling, hoping that I’d hit on the right thing, whatever it is she needed to hear to snap out of it.

“It’s not parents I’m afraid of, it’s…you. I did a very bad thing.” She struggled to be let down but I held onto her. “You can talk just as well from here.”

She tried burying her head even deeper into my chest and her shoulders started to shake as tears fell from her eyes and soaked through my shirt.

“What did you do? Tell me, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you’ve built it up to be.” She wiped her damn nose in my shirt and I rolled my eyes over her head and waited for her to settle down and tell me what was bothering her.

No doubt it’s some minor bullshit that she’s blown out of proportion in her head. “I don’t know where to start.” I squeezed her gently at her words.

“At the beginning.”

She sniffled a little, used my shirt as a damn tissue again and got settled against my chest. “I’m listening.”

“From the time I was a very little girl, my father used to tell me stories of his hero. This man who spent his life fighting for others. He told me of this man being called in all over the world, to save the lives of many who were in danger.”

“One story he told over and over again was the story of hundreds of children being held hostage in a school, somewhere in Eastern Europe.” My body tensed up at her words.

“No one knew what to do. There were military factions from all over the world, task force, special Ops, no one could decide how to handle the threatening situation while the world watched.”

“There were four of them, the terrorists, and they held hundreds inside and millions outside hostage to fear. Everyone feared the worst because there was no clear way to save all the children.”

“But this man, who was still young even though he’d already served a good few years said that not one of those kids would die on his watch.”

“He went against everyone, no one thought it could be done. His solution was so simple, I’m sure that today many would see it as the obvious thing to do. But back then no one would even think of it.”

“My father said that as simple as the solution was, there was still an element of danger to the one who carried it out.”