Birds in Flight

Knock...Knock...Knock "Mom, is Emily in there?" Emily jumped up startled, staring at the door wide-eyed. It was about seven in the morning. Knock...Knock "Mommmm!"

"Kerry! Stop banging on the door!", Nancy called out, "Emily's in here with me."

"Why is she in there?"

"Because she had trouble sleeping in your room. She's still trying to sleep so go get yourself some breakfast and she'll come when she wakes up."

"Okay." They heard her walk towards the kitchen.

Nancy turned toward her, "I'd like to have some more time for us before you have to go play with Kerry."

"I'd like that too", Emily nuzzled her face back into Nancy's cleavage where she had been sleeping before Kerry's abrupt awakening.

After Emily got up, she spent the morning with Kerry and Nancy, although she called her `Ms Sanders' so as not to confuse Kerry. She wasn't able to spend the night again since it was a school night, but whenever she could during the week, she would tell her parents she was going to play with Kerry and then she and Nancy were able to spend some time together. Their relationship grew stronger during these visits and they considered themselves a couple, though in secret. During those school nights in which they were not able to be together, they missed each other terribly and it was during those nights when Nancy would look at the emptiness of her bed and would feel the solitude pressing in on her, and the stillness and quiet would remind her how lonely her life was. It just didn't seem right that they had to keep their relationship a secret, simply because society thought that Emily was the wrong age. Many times, Nancy would ask herself if this relationship was worth all the secrecy and lies, but when they would come together, she knew that this was right.

One Friday evening, something happened that Nancy always had a fear of in the back of her mind. She and Emily were in Nancy's bedroom, although they considered it `their' bedroom, Nancy's mouth deep in Emily's pussy, Emily loudly moaning, when they heard something....

"Mommy?"

Nancy and Emily jerked up to see Kerry, standing in her pajamas, in the open doorway. For a moment, they all stared at each other in silence. Nancy felt the color drain from her face.

"What are you doing?", Kerry asked.

"You should be in bed, sweetie", said Nancy.

"I heard funny noises."

"I know", Nancy replied quietly, "Get back into bed and I'll be right there to tuck you in."

Kerry went back to her room. Nancy sighed, a worried look coming across her face. "I need to go talk to her", she told Emily. Nancy put on her robe and Emily slipped on her T-shirt and panties, and together, they went to Kerry's bedroom and Nancy knelt down on the floor beside Kerry's bed. Kerry looked at Nancy and Emily with a puzzled look on her face.

"Baby...", Nancy said, "...you know that when a man and woman are in love, they like to show their love to each other by kissing?" Kerry nodded. "Annnd...sometimes two women may be in love. Annnd, sometimes one of the women isn't...quite old enough to be a woman. Sometimes...you can't control who you fall in love with."

"That's a lot of `sometimes' ", Kerry scowled.

"I know honey, but do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

"You and Emily are...in love?"

Nancy looked over at Emily beside her, then turned back, whispering, "Yes honey." Kerry put her hands to her mouth and giggled.

"What's going on?"

Nancy and Emily turned around to see Megan walking in, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Kerry, still giggling, squealed excitedly, "Mommy and Emily are in love and they were naked and Mommy was kissing her coochie!!"

Looking quite bewildered, Megan stopped, "Huh?"

Kerry explained again, "Mommy and Emily were naked..."

"Kerry!", Nancy started.

"You were kissing her pussy?! Where she pees?!", Megan asked.

"I don't like that word!", Nancy told her disapprovingly, "But yes, I was... ", Nancy struggled on how to make it sound less vulgar, "...making her feel good."

"You were having sex with her?!", Megan asked.

"It wasn't sex" , Nancy sighed, "We were making love."

"Isn't that like...illegal? You said no one should touch us in our swimsuit area."

Nancy sighed again frustratingly. This wasn't going well at all. "Girls, that's for people who want to hurt you and do things without your permission. Emily and I love each other and I would never hurt her. Please try to understand."

"How can you be in love with her?", Megan objected, "She's just a little kid."

"Because of how we feel about each other. Love can't be contained by race or gender or age. When you're older, you'll understand."

"I'm older than her", Megan indicated to Emily.

"Now that's enough Megan! We are in love and you might as well get used to it because we were thinking about getting married!" Nancy grimaced in a moment of regret. She hadn't planned to tell her daughters about that just yet.

Kerry seemed to take it pretty well, exclaiming excitedly, "You mean Emily's going to live with us?! Can she sleep in my room?!"

"She'll be sleeping with me, sweetie", Nancy replied before Megan objected again.

"But she's a kid! You can't marry her!"

"Now Megan, me and Emily love each other. Emily knows how young she is and how you two can be a handful at times, but she wants to be a part of our family."

"Does this mean Emily's gonna be my new mom?", Kerry asked hopefully.

Nancy turned towards her, thinking, "Well, I hadn't really thought of it in that way, but if she's going to be my wife, I suppose she will be."

"YEAH!", Kerry cheered, "I'll have two moms! I can't wait to tell all my friends that..."

"Girls!...", Nancy interrupted suddenly, "you can never tell anyone about this."

"Not even Gramma?", Kerry asked with a little bit of sadness in her voice.

"Oh my God! Especially not Gramma!", Nancy gasped in absolute horror, shuddering to imagined what her mother would think of her having sex with a seven year-old girl. "No one, absolutely NO ONE! Do you understand that girls? It has to be our secret."

Megan protested, "This is too weird! How is she supposed to be married if she's still in school? Are her parents going to let her live here? What am I supposed to tell my friends when they come over?"

Nancy told them, "I know this is all...a little strange, but we'll make it work out. We know that she can't live here full time, but on the weekends and holidays from school, she'll try to stay here as much as she can. We've talked about her being a step-mother to you two...""

Megan crossed her arms, "I ain't calling her `Mom'!"

"I'm not asking you to, Megan."

"Can I call her Mom?", Kerry was really warming up to the whole idea.

"If you want to." Nancy chuckled.

The next morning Emily woke up feeling wonderful. Last night had gotten rather hectic, but everything seemed to have been worked out. They had decided upon having the wedding next weekend so that they would have the entire weekend. There was a lot of wedding planning to do today and Emily hated to leave the loving embrace that she and Nancy were wrapped up in. She nuzzled her face deeper into Nancy's cleavage.

"Morning my love", Nancy's greeted her sleepily. Emily reached up to kiss her. "Nnggh...don't kiss me, I have morning breath." Emily contented herself with kissing each of Nancy's breasts. "You're too horny for your own good", Nancy laughed.

"I can't help it."

"Much as I want to just stay in bed, we really need to get going. The girls need to get up. We all need to run through the shower..." Nancy pointed a warning finger at Emily, "That means no playing with my boobs", to which Emily huffed disagreeably. "When does your mom expect you back?"

"I dunno."

"Hmmm. Well, let's hope she doesn't call too soon before we finish all the shopping."

Ms Sanders put on her robe and went to get the girls up. As they were waking up, she set out the milk and cereal for them, then came back to join Emily in the shower. She let Emily lather her up but made sure to keep her on task and not get too distracted. As they were drying off, Nancy went over the itinerary, "Okay, rings, dresses, wedding location and honeymoon."

Emily went to join the girls eating breakfast as Nancy looked online for possible honeymoon ideas. After Emily finished and came back, Nancy happily told her, "I found the perfect hotel for our honeymoon. The Overlook Hotel. It's not far and has a swimming pool for the girls and even a hedge maze. Come look."

Emily came over, looking at the pictures of the luxurious rooms, the pool and the scenery. "Best of all...", Nancy pointed at one of the pictures, "...it has this scenic viewpoint that we can have our ceremony on." Emily put her arms around Nancy, looking at the pictures as Nancy quickly made a reservation for two nights for Friday of next week.

"Well, that just leaves ring shopping and dresses."

By the time Emily's mom called to pick her up later that day, the dresses and rings had been bought, and dinner reservations had been made at a nearby restaurant for Friday night.

All during the following week, both Nancy and Emily were increasingly nervous and excited about their upcoming wedding. Emily asked her mom about spending Friday and Saturday night with Kerry and everything was set. When Friday finally came, they drove to the hotel, checked in and changed into their dresses. The hotel was situated out in the country, away from town, overlooking the valley which stretched out before them.

Down a little scenic path was a lookout point, paved with natural stones and with a large arbor with overhanging vines. Nancy stood in her long, flowing peach-colored dress, her neck graced with a set of pearls that had belonged to her grandmother. Beside her, holding her hand, Emily looked radiant in her matching peach-colored dress. The girls, in their own flowery dresses, stood behind the couple.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Nancy took out the rings, handing her ring to Emily to hold. Emily looked at it. Though she had seen it in the jewelry store, the rays from the setting sun sparkled on the red-gold ring. Her finger ran across the roses carved across the top and sides.

Nancy took her left hand and looked into her eyes for a minute, not saying anything. She slid the ring onto her finger, "Emily, I'm giving you this ring as a sign of how much I love you. You are so special to me and with this ring, we share our love and ourselves with each other. Though our parents will never know of our love, remember that I belong to you, and only to you. I love you."

Emily placed the ring, that Nancy had given her, onto Nancy's finger. "I don't know how to say it like you did."

"Just say what's in your heart, dear."

Emily thought a bit and said, "I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world. You're my princess and I love you so much."

Nancy wiped her eyes. "That was perfect." She knelt down and together, they kissed. Kerry giggled at this.

After coming apart, they heard Kerry ask, "Are ya'll married now?"

Nancy turned to her, "Yes, yes we are."

*I**'**m married!*', Emily whispered to herself in awe, Actually married!'

"What happens now, Mommy?", Kerry asked.

"Well..." A somewhat sad look came over her face but she quickly pushed it aside and said, "We'll enjoy this beautiful sunset and then we'll get some good food to eat."

Kerry and Megan ran to the ledge to look out over the valley, exclaiming excitedly about how far they could see.

"What're you thinking?", Nancy asked her newly wedded bride.

"I dunno. Just seems weird that I'm married."

"I know what you mean. When I was married to my ex-husband, it took me a few days to get used to it after the wedding. The first few days are bliss then you get used to it."

"Nancy, why did you have a sad face a minute ago with Kerry?"

"Oh...I was just wishing that my parents were here. And yours to. I hate that we have to do this in secret. As if I were some kind of monster hunting children. It makes me sick that people would think that about me and say that what we are doing is wrong." Emily put her arms around her, hugging her. "I'm sorry dear. I shouldn't let these things get me down. I really am happy that we're together." They walked over to join Megan and Kerry at the ledge.

Megan turned and asked, "Can we eat now?"

"In a minute", Nancy told her. She was standing behind Emily, her arms holding her tightly.

Kerry told Nancy, "Okay, you're Mom Number One and Emily's Mom Number Two. That way, we'll all know who's who."

"That's not necessary, Kerry."

"Can we eat now?", Megan asked again.

"Yes! Let's go eat", Nancy answered.

After the restaurant, they walked into the hotel lobby to check into their rooms. The lobby was enormous and ornate. A red carpet ran across the marble floors, from the revolving door to the front desk. Nancy stepped up to the desk, "Hi. I have a reservation under Sanders."

"Certainly ma'am. You have rooms 237 and 217."

They stopped at room 217 and Nancy told Megan and Kerry, "Okay, here is your room and me and Emily will be in this one", she pointed at the nearby door across the hall.

"But I want to play with Emily!", Kerry protested.

"Not now honey. Tonight is for me and Emily to be together."

"Are ya'll going to be doing it?", Megan groaned with a disgusted look on her face.

"We want some privacy which means we don't want to hear any yelling or fighting. You two understand?"

"Yes Mom", both girls answered in a drone-like voice.

"There's a TV and you have your Switch and tablet so you have plenty of things to keep you occupied."

The girls went into their room and Nancy opened the door to hers and Emily's room. They stepped inside, marveling at the king-sized bed, the luxurious carpets, and the bay window looking out over the forest. Emily went over to the window to look out. "Wow!", she sighed. Turning to Nancy, she exclaimed with a grin, "We did it! We're actually married!"

Nancy came over, "You're feeling it, aren't you?" Emily nodded. Nancy held her, "It's a wonderful feeling. Like we're the only ones in the world. " Nancy bent over, nuzzling against her cheek. "My wife", she whispered ,"My love..."

"MOOOOMMMM!" Megan's voice wailed loudly through the wall, "KERRY"S NOT SHARING THE TABLET!"

Nancy closed her eyes, huffing in aggravation and muttering, "I told them to give us some privacy."

Nancy started for the door, but stopped when Emily asked, "Can I try? Since I'm supposed to be their mother and all?" A week ago, when she and Nancy were discussing getting married, Emily stated that she didn't want to be just a wife, but also a mother.

"You want to?", Nancy asked, "Kerry's mindful, but Megan can be pretty stubborn."

"I still want to try."

Nancy thought for a bit, then said, "I guess now's as good a time as any to practice being a mother."

Emily went out to the hall then open the girl's door. Inside, Kerry and Megan were each pulling the tablet. Emily took a deep breath and said, "Okay stop it you two!" Both girls froze and looked at her. "Megan, when Kerry's through, then you can use it."

"See...", Kerry sneered, sticking her tongue out at Megan who scowled at Emily, huffing at her scornfully, "You*'*re not my mom! You can't tell me what to do!"

At this moment, Nancy appeared at the door, "MEGAN! Emily is my wife and your step-mother! You need to mind her as you would me!" Then to both girls she added, "Now I've told both of you, me and Emily are on our honeymoon and we don't want any interruptions! Do I make myself clear?!"

"Yes Mom", both girls muttered glumly.

Nancy led Emily out and back to their room, saying, "Welcome to motherhood! Was it too much?"

"No, I just need more practice."

Nancy went over to the closet, "Can you help me unzip this?" Emily pulled down the zipper and stepped back, watching in eager anticipation as Nancy pulled the dress down and stepped out of it, hanging it up. "Ahhh. It's so good to get out of that thing." She turned around to see Emily staring at her with a sparkle in her eye. She went over to her, "Here, let me help you get out of this." She unzipped it, pulling it off and hanging it up also. Nancy reached back to unclasp her bra and drop it on the floor, asking in a quiet, soothing voice, "Now, what would you like to do?"

Once again, Emily was star-struck and at a loss of words by this stunning princess standing naked before her. "Can you um...", she faltered, not remembering how to say it.

"Make love?", Nancy asked.

"No, the other thing."

"Breastfeed you?"

Emily nodded, whispering, "Yeah." Nancy hooked her thumbs into her panties, sliding them down her legs, and came over. "Can you also make love to me afterwards?", Emily asked, a bit of nervousness in her voice.

Nancy squatted before her, "I'll always make love to you." She pulled down Emily's panties and picked her up, carrying her to the recliner by the bay window. Sitting herself down, Nancy adjusted Emily in her lap and supported her head, then used her hand to guide her nipple into the girl's open mouth. Emily suckled while Nancy leaned back, taking in the view, stroking Emily's cheek. Nancy loved this so much. It was so relaxing and erotic but in a different way than simply having sex. And little Emily loved it even more. She really got into it, making little humming sounds and trying to pull the breast into her mouth.

After several minutes, Emily pulled her face away. "You're all done?", Nancy asked. Emily nodded. "You want me to make love to you now?" Emily nodded again. Nancy scooted to the edge of the chair, cradling the girl in her arms and stood up, carrying her to the bed. Laying the girl down gently, Nancy crawled over her, softly kissing all over her chest, before turning around and laying beside her in a 69 position. "Now you can do me too." Emily's lithe legs fell open in a welcoming gesture.

Nancy ran her finger over her juicy folds, bringing out all kinds of little sighs and gasps. "Oh, she is so warm, and wet, and squishy." She pulled her fingers out, briefly inhaling the fragrant, musky odor before putting her fingers back in. Nancy had felt Emily's fingers in her own pussy at first, but then Emily wasn't touching her anymore. Nancy looked back at Emily to see her eyes glazed, mouth hanging open, and her face was kind of flushed. She uttered a strained whisper, "N-Nancy..."

Still twirling her finger in Emily's little pussy, Nancy answered, "Yes?"

"Ooooohhh...Nnnngghh..." Emily's hips thrusted up against her fingers as Nancy saw that she was past the point of no return. She felt the girl grabbing her legs and squeezing. "Ohhh...ohhhhh....mmMMMMMMMmmohhh... ooooOOOOOOHHHHGAAAA!! OHhhhhh, ohhHHH, Nancy.....Nancyyyyy...." For a moment, Emily's body lurched up off the bed into a kind of twisted arch and went rigid. Grunting sounds escaped from her open mouth, her toes curled. Little by little, her body relaxed. She layed back against the bed, still panting, her eyes half-closed.

Nancy watched the resting girl, chastising herself for moving too fast, *Dammit! I did too much and now she**'**s going to fall asleep.*' Of course, she didn't regret giving her so much pleasure. It was just that she wanted some of that pleasure for herself too. She contented herself to running her hands lightly over the resting girl, feeling her little nipples, touching the slick folds between her legs. Even wetting a finger in her mouth and ever so gently sliding into her waiting butt crack. God, it feels so warm!'

After what seemed an eternity, Emily looked at Nancy, smiling weakly and croaked in a tired little voice, "Okay, now I need to do you." Nancy gave a sigh of relief that she was going to get some satisfaction after all. Emily sat up on her knees, looking down at Nancy's pussy. She placed her hand on it, petting it, like it was a cat. Nancy opened her legs wide, keenly watching the girl.

"Move your hand around, hon", Nancy directed her. Emily did, circling her fingers on her slick gash. "Yeah...just like that." Emily had a determined look on her face, asking hopefully, "Am I doin' it good?"

"Very good", Nancy breathed. `Time to move it up a notch.'

"Ready for something else?" Emily nodded. "Okay, try to push your whole hand in."

Emily looked up, "My whole HAND?!"

"Yes, baby. Let me just get some lube first." Nancy reached over to her little bag on the night stand and fished through it till she pulled out a small bottle. Opening it, she squirted out a dollop into Emily's palm. Emily grimaced at the greasy looking substance as Nancy rubbed it all over her hand and then onto her pussy. "Okay. Just push it in."

"It's too big", Emily protested.

"No, it's not. It'll fit." Actually, Nancy had no idea whether it would fit or not, but she just HAD to have her little hand inside her. It was something she had to see.

With a slightly worried look, Emily slowly pushed her fingers in, then her palm. Then it stopped. "It's stuck."

"Just wiggle and push, hon. Wiggle it around and push hard", Nancy encouraged her.

Emily raised up, steadying herself with her other hand as she leaned her weight into it. "OHhhhh...!", Nancy gasped as if the wind was pushed out of her.

"Are you okay?", Emily asked.

Nancy nodded. "Wait just...a second...", she panted, then nodded, "Okay go. "

Emily resumed pushing. Nancy felt the massive size stretching her pussy. *Oh God*!' The feeling was beyond describing. She felt...full. This might be a bit too much.'

"I did it!", Emily proclaimed proudly, "I got it all the way in there."

"Okay...", Nancy gasped breathlessly, "Now just....OHHH...just start moving it in and out of me..." Emily did, making a sticky slurping noise.

"Slower, slower...", Nancy quickly gasped in a pained voice. Emily slowed down. "Yeah, like that..." As Nancy got used to it, she told Emily, "Okay, you can go a bit faster now." Nancy raised up a bit to watch. `Oh shit, she*'**s got half her arm in me!*' She was drawing her breath in gasps at this point. "Faster honey." She was on the verge of cumming just from the sheer look of her little, young wife shoving her hand up her pussy.

And Emily did. Her little face in awe at how Nancy was absolutely losing it. She was frigging her clit and crying out with every thrust that Emily gave her. Nancy's face contorted, crying out, "Oh FUCK!...How can anything feel so GOOD!" Her hips raised up, "Oh yes baby girl!...Right there. OhhhhmyGOD!... OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD!!"

Sometime later, Nancy opened her eyes to see Emily laying next to her. "Did I do good?", Emily asked.

Nancy chuckled, "Yes baby, you did good. You did so good."

Emily snuggled up to her, "What's it like?"

Nancy stroked her hair, "What's what like?"

"My hand being in you?"

Nancy smiled and rubbed her back, "It feels wonderful, sweetie. Just...full. I don't know how else to describe it. Like I'm just taking you all in and loving you so much."

Emily laid her head on her breast, a contented smile on her face, whispering, "I am your wife."

Nancy cupped her cheek, "And I am yours."

Nancy opened the door and walked into her house. It had been a long day at work and she was glad to be home. As she set her purse down, she was greeted by the delicious smell of dinner cooking. She smiled, calling out, "Baby, I'm home!"

It had been two weeks since their wonderful honeymoon at the Overlook Hotel and everyone had pretty much settled into their new married life, having worked out a schedule for how much time Emily was able to spend between her wife and her mom. Emily's mom, of course, wasn't aware of her daughter's new life and thought that she was simply staying with Kerry for a few hours after school each day and spending the night over the weekends. At work, whenever Nancy had to go to her co-worker, Jan's department, she always felt a little peculiar. After all, being Emily's mother, Jan was now her mother-in-law and Nancy found it hard to look her in the eye knowing that she was fucking her little daughter behind her back. On school days, once Emily and the girls got home from school, because Nancy was still at work, it was Emily's responsibility as the parent to make sure that Megan worked on her homework and to do any housework that needed to be done, such as making dinner or laundry.

Nancy heard her wife's voice in the kitchen, "I'm in here. Dinner's almost ready."

Nancy went into the kitchen where Emily was stirring a pot on the stove, asking, "Where are the girls?"

"Megan's doing her homework and Kerry's playing in her room." Nancy came over, wrapping her arms around her waist. "How was your day, honey?", Emily asked.

"Long. I missed you." Nancy kissed her cheek, feeling Emily's hair tickling her nose. "Did you have a good day at school?"

"Yeah, except Billy wouldn't share the ball at recess." Emily then giggled, "In class, I kept daydreaming about my wife."

"So did I", Nancy's hand slipped underneath Emily's dress, "Oooohh, I missed this so much today."

"Save that till later", Emily chided her, "I need to get dinner on the table."

Nancy pouted, "I missed you too much to wait."

"What did you miss about me?"

"Lots of things, like how you giggle in your sleep."

Emily felt her cheeks flush, "I don't giggle in my sleep."

Nancy picked her up, nuzzling her lips into Emily's neck, "Oh yes you do. And you look so cute when you do it. You get this little expression..."

"No, I don't!", Emily giggled softly, loving the feel of Nancy's boobs poking against her.

"I miss all the little things that you do...like the way you hold your breath when you're about to cum...and the little dance you do when you're excited...or the way your eyes light up when I take off my bra. I especially love that one myself."

Emily pulled back, smiling embarrassingly at her and whispering, "My eyes don't light up."

"Maybe I should take off my bra so you can see for yourself." Ms Sanders buried her face in Emily's neck, kissing it.

"Baby...", Emily started gently.

"Mm-hmm..."

"I need to finish dinner."

Nancy moved her mouth to Emily's lips, kissing her passionately....

"Geez Mommm...Why do you have to do that?!"

Nancy and Emily pulled back to see Megan in the doorway of the kitchen, scowling at them. "Do what?", Nancy asked her.

"You know...making out with her! It just looks...UHHH!"

"Well, we love each other."

"But it's gross!"

At this time, Emily told her, "Have you finished your homework?"

"Yeah", Megan replied grudgingly.

"Well, it's time for dinner. Go call your sister." Megan huffed, "Okay", then left to get Kerry.

Emily told Nancy, "Put me down so I can finish dinner." Nancy did and together they carried the food to the table.

Kerry came running in, "What're we having?"

Nancy, "Soup!"

As they were about to sit down, Emily's phone rang. Emily sighed, pulling out her phone. She put it to her ear, "Hi Mom, what's up?"

"I need you to come home so we can get you some new shoes at the store. Remember?"

"Yeah, I forgot", Emily sighed, "Okay, I'll be home in a little bit. We're kinda in the middle of something..."

"Not in a little while. Now! So get home!"

"Okay Mom." Emily hung up the phone, a forlorn look on her face. She said quietly in a sad voice, "I have to go."

Nancy came over, "I know, honey. Once again, life gets in the way."

They walked to the front door together, with Emily complaining, "It's not fair that I have to leave."

Nancy held her, "It's not, but we'll see each other tomorrow and Friday, we'll be together for the whole night."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Nancy watched her go back to her mother. Halfway up the sidewalk, Emily turned and waved. Nancy waved back, thinking to herself, `Here I was, a lonely middle-age woman, raising two girls* alone. A**nd then a little girl came into my world. She is the love of my life. The parent and spouse that my ex-husband never was and every day, my life is blessed by her being by my side. It just goes to show you love is often found where you least expect it*.'

A New Chapter--The Fury Within

The school bell rang, signaling the end of class. Emma and Madison ran out of the classroom holding their backpacks, running towards the middle school section to meet Linda. They were joined by the other third-graders pouring out of the classroom and soon the entire hall was filled with a cacophony of voices as kids began to leave. No one noticed one particular little eight year-old girl who waited quietly in the hall. She was the kind of girl that no one noticed. She wasn't particularly pretty, and certainly not popular. She was never invited to birthday parties nor sleepovers. No one really talked to her nor played with her at recess. She spent her time alone, coloring rainbows or watching the other children play. Her name was Chrissy and though she desperately wanted to join in with the other children in their talks and play, everything seemed to be against her. She was extremely shy and poor, and unlike the other children, she and her mother lived in a run-down trailer in the dilapidated part of town. Her mother was not known for being respectable nor for keeping a tidy house. The few times that she did show up at school were always a cause for embarrassment due to her lack of hygiene and obvious drunkenness. There were no Christmases nor birthdays and Chrissy longed to have nice clothes and things like the other kids, but this was her lot in life.

After most of the other children left, Chrissy peeked around the corner at a small group of fifth-grade girls, congregating by their lockers about twenty feet away. She was watching one of them in particular; a beautiful blond named Karen, just starting to fill out. For the longest time, Chrissy had a crush on her. Her clothes were always impeccable, she was very popular and had a smile that brought joy to anyone who saw it. Although she had many dreams of her and Karen being together on some idyllic date, Chrissy knew that because she was only a third-grader, she could never approach someone as older and popular as Karen, and so always admired her from afar. But today, Chrissy decided that although she could never talk to her, she needed for Karen to know that someone truly admired how beautiful and wonderful she was. Earlier, before school had let out, Chrissy had written down her feelings on a piece of paper. Her shyness wouldn't let her write her name on it of course, but she carefully drew a rainbow with a heart underneath, trying to make it perfect, then folded it and slipped it through the vents on the locker door into Karen's locker.

And now, she waited at the other end of the hall, holding her breath in eager anticipation as to how Karen would react to her note. She watched as Karen opened her locker, saw the note and opened it. As Chrissy watched anxiously, waiting for her to read it, Karen suddenly burst out laughing and showed it to her friends. They quickly read it and laughed also. Then Karen crumpled it and tossed into the nearby trash can. As the fifth-graders left, the hopeful smile on Chrissy's face slowly faded as her heart broke. She felt the tears coming, but quickly wiped them away, not wanting anyone to see her cry.

She slowly trudged home, replaying the ugly image in her mind of Karen throwing her note away. She really didn't know what she would have done if Karen had wanted to go on a date with her. Chrissy didn't have any money for a date nor the means to take her anywhere. It was more of a symbolic gesture and pipe dream, but it was all she had.

Walking in the little dilapidated shack that she and her mother called home, she went to her room. Spying her calendar on the wall, she saw the picture of a cake with eight birthday candles that she had drawn on today's date. It was a mute point to have any hopes for a birthday because birthdays for her were never different from any other day. There were never any parties or presents and her mother had long forgotten when her birthday was. Nor did she care. But this year, she was determined to make her birthday special. She wanted it to be like other kids' birthdays with a cake and presents, but mostly she just wanted to have a friend. Someone to be with.

Over the past year, she had spent her time looking for coins on the ground that people had dropped. She mostly found pennies, although one time, she found a quarter. Her hope was that she would have enough money to buy herself something at the nearby corner store for her birthday. She didn't know what. Maybe a new box of crayons. She only had about half a dozen crayons, which were mostly worn away. Maybe a book. She didn't know what she would get, but that made it even more exciting. She dumped out the coins and counted them. Seventy-two cents. It wasn't much, but maybe she would be able to find something.

She walked to the store, wondering excitedly as to what she might get. A few minutes later, she was heading for the toy aisle. It was a modest store, somewhat small and as Chrissy looked at the toys and books, she quickly saw that she didn't have enough money to get any. Her face winced as her hopes for a birthday present were dashed. Still determined, she went to the candy section, but again was met with disappointment. Then she saw a shelf of cupcakes for fifty cents each. It wasn't what she wanted, but it was at least a cake. Taking one, she paid for it and went outside.

She carried the cupcake across the street to the nearby park. Sitting on the bench by the creek which ran through the park, she ate her cupcake and occasionally tossed a few crumbs to the ducks that swam nearby in the creek. The cake was delicious. A nice present, though it was quickly gone. Being that it was her birthday, Chrissy decided to indulge in one other enjoyable moment. One that didn't require any money. Walking down the street for several minutes, she came to the Bookstop bookstore and headed for the Photography section. She often came here to pass the time reading but just recently had discovered something much more interesting. She looked carefully at the photography books till she found the one she was looking for. Nude photography. Glancing about to make sure no one was watching, she pulled it out and opened it, her heart skipping a beat at the completely naked women within. She wanted to touch them. And have them touch her in return. Whenever she looked at these pictures, she would get a funny feeling in her coochie and if she pressed it, it felt good.

After looking at several books over the course of an hour, she left; both happy and sad. Happy because she so enjoyed looking at these beautiful women, but sad because she knew that all she would be able to do was look. It was something she knew she would never be able to have. After all, who would ever want someone like her.

She went back to the park to build a little pool of water on the edge of the creek. She spent some time collecting rocks, then stacking them in a circle about a foot in diameter. It began to look like a tiny wading pool and she imagine what it would be like to be small enough to be able to swim in that pool.

"Whatcha doin'?"

Chrissy looked up to see a small, dark hair girl standing a few feet away, a bit younger than herself, apparently a first-grader, about six years old. She was dressed in a short, light-grey dress, her hands clasped behind her back with a shy, friendly-looking face. Chrissy had never seen her before, not even at school.

"What're you making?", the girl asked again.

Chrissy shrugged, "I was just stacking rocks. Trying to make a pool."

"Can I help?"

"Okay."

The girl sat down across from Chrissy and picked up a rock and set it in place. "My name's Chrissy. What's yours?"

"Meg."

They continued building the little pool. Meg seemed full of questions about Chrissy, what her favorite food was, favorite movies, music, what she liked to do. Chrissy was only too happy to talk to her but soon notice that it was getting dark and she had to go home. She didn't want to, but she was afraid of the dark. She regretfully told Meg that she had to leave. Meg wanted to walk her home but Chrissy told her no because she was too ashamed of where she lived and didn't want the girl to see her mom. She really liked Meg and hoped that she would be able to see her again.

She opened the door to the trailer that she lived in. Her mom was passed out on the couch, an empty whisky bottle still clutched in her hand. Going to the kitchen, she looked to see if there was anything to eat. Finding a small package of Ramen noodles, she put some water in a pot and heated it up in the microwave. After the water was hot, she added the noodles and took it to her room to eat, thinking of the little girl that she had just met.

The next day at school, during recess, Chrissy was alone on the far end of the playground like she usually was, building a tiny house with a bunch of twigs that she had collected. She looked at the other kids noisily playing on the playscape across the playground. As she turned back, she jumped in surprise because the little girl that she had met yesterday, Meg was suddenly sitting beside her. "Where'd you come from?"

Instead of answering, Meg asked, "Why are you over here?"

Chrissy glanced over at the other kids on the playscape and looked down at the little house of twigs, answering quietly, "I just like to be by myself."

Meg picked up a stick from the pile, adding it to the side of the house, "Are any of them your friends?"

Chrissy shook her head dolefully, "They think I'm stupid and weird."

Meg added another stick to the house, "I don't. I like you."

Chrissy smiled, "I like you too." She added some sticks to the wall that Meg was making, telling her, "This will be the bedroom. With a really big bed."

"Big enough for us to jump on", Meg added, "And this...", she began laying out more sticks adjacent to the house, "...will be the movie theater where we can watch movies!"

"Yeah!", Chrissy agreed. They added more sticks.

`I really like you.'

Chrissy jerked in surprise, staring at Meg. She had heard Meg's voice, but it was inside her head and it sounded strange, like a whispery echo. "Did you say something?"

"What?", Meg asked.

"I just heard you say `I really like you' but your voice sounded strange and it was in my head."

"I didn't say anything."

Chrissy looked around to see if any of the other kids were nearby, but they weren't. She resumed building on the bedroom of the stick house. Meg laid down some sticks leading to the house, "This is the sidewalk leading to our house."

Chrissy piled some small rocks together, "And here's the chimney."

RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG.....

Chrissy looked up at the teachers across the playground waving the kids over. She stood up, "I gotta go. Recess is over." She began walking back to the building. As she was about to join the other kids, she again heard the strange whispery echo in her head.

`**Can I keep you?'

Looking back to see if it was Meg, she stopped. Meg was gone. She quickly scanned the playground but there was no sign of her. She turned back and joined the other kids going inside, wondering about the strange voice.

When school let out, Chrissy went to the park. Being that it was Friday, she wondered what she could do over the weekend. There was nothing for her at home and maybe she would see Meg. And she did. Standing in a sunlit spot in between the trees as if she were waiting for her. Chrissy ran over happily. "Hi!"

"Hi", Meg replied.

"What'd you want to do?"

Meg shrugged, "I dunno. Maybe we can look for turtles."

Chrissy beamed, "Yeah!"

They ran to the creek, taking off their shoes and wading in the water. They peered carefully into the water, seeing several small fish but no turtles. "They're probably hiding in the grass", Chrissy pointed to the tall grass on the bank.

"Don't let em bite you", Meg warned.

"I won't." Chrissy picked up a long stick and poked it through the grass as Meg peered also.

Although it was a rather warm day, suddenly a very cold breeze blew across them, causing Chrissy to shiver as if it were suddenly winter.

"AND JUST WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Both girls jumped up at the sudden voice. It was stern and cold, as cold as the breeze that had just chilled them. They looked up to see a woman on the bank. Tall, slender and clothed in a long black gown. Her long jet black hair in stark contrast to her pale skin. Chrissy found her quite unnerving and became very apprehensive.

The woman turned her hard piercing eyes toward Meg, "Well...aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" The dreadful, mocking tone of her voice sent shivers down Chrissy's back.

Meg's cheery smile disappeared as her eyes narrowed menacingly at the woman. "Leave us", Meg flicked her hand, motioning her away.

"I will leave in my own good time", the woman replied in her cold ominous voice, her face narrowed scornfully.

Meg glanced over at Chrissy and saw the frighten look in her eyes. Turning back, she clenched her fists, walking towards the woman, her face twisted with rage. A strange threatening utterance coming from her mouth which Chrissy couldn't understand.

"∆Ń"ÄŠ ľoς ĸιÏ Όóβoς, ĸaĸóv yuvń! ιδưvατẃ δελεáζω με!"

The woman smiled tauntingly at the little six year-old girl glaring up at her, "Always the jealous one, aren't you. Tell me...what is your infatuation with this creature?", indicating Chrissy. The woman then sneered, in a voice too quiet for Chrissy to hear, "Why do you degrade yourself with her? She is nothing. A speck of dust that is here today and gone tomorrow!"

Meg's eyes flashed with anger, replying also in a quiet voice so that Chrissy wouldn't hear, "I like her!"

"You like her?!", the woman laughed, "Does she even know what you are? Have you told her?"

"I will tell her when I'm ready", Meg replied, then added in no uncertain terms, "Now you will leave...or I'll make you leave."

The woman's face darken, growling in a hideous tone, "γιατί πρέπει εγώ Ď...ποϕέρω από ÎąĎ...θρώπινος?"

"ξίθξ είσαστε Ď...ποϕέρω από θĎ...μός?", Meg spit the words back in contempt.

The woman stood quietly for a moment, then turned and left. Meg remained where she was, watching her depart. Chrissy, still standing in the creek, came over, asking, "Who was that? She gave me the creeps."

Meg, still glaring at the departing woman, answered, "My sister. Tisiphone. "

"Your sister?!", then Chrissy remarked, "That's a funny name."

Meg turned toward Chrissy, her glare replaced with a smile, "It is funny, isn't it." She waded back into the creek, "C'mon! Let's go back and look for a turtle!"

Hours later, the girls were stretched out on a boulder in the middle of the creek. They never did find a turtle but had plenty of fun, splashing around in the water. "Meg?"

"Huh?"

"I've never had a friend before."

"Me either. You make me happy", Meg responded, then added quietly, "I've never been happy before." Her spirits picked back up, "What else do you like to do?"

"Oh...stuff."

"What kind of stuff?", Meg pressed her.

"Just stuff." Chrissy then remembered something that she enjoyed doing very much, "There is one thing I like to do...but it's a secret. Do you have any secrets?" Meg didn't say anything. "Well, do you?", Chrissy repeated, turning toward her.

Meg turned away, saying quietly, "I have one."

Intrigued, Chrissy asked, "What is it?"

"I can't tell you. At least not yet." Meg turned back, "Tell me your secret."

"Not till you tell me yours."

Meg turned on her side, propping herself up on her elbow and facing Chrissy, "Let me see if I can guess your secret." She squinted her eyes, pretending to be deep in thought, then asked, "Is it that...you like to go to a certain part of the bookstore...and after making sure that no one is looking, you like to look at pictures of naked women and touch yourself?"

Chrissy sat up, her eyes wide open, face turning red, "How'd you know?!"

Meg simply smiled, "I know a lot about you."

"Please don*'**t tell anyone! Please!!*"

"I won't."

"And please don't think I'm a weirdo. It's just that...I really like to."

Meg assured her, "I don't think you're weird."

Relieved, Chrissy said, "If I tell you something else, promise you won't laugh?"

"I promise."

Chrissy smiled her shy little smile, "For my birthday yesterday, I made a wish. I wished for a friend."

Meg smiled. "What else did you get for your birthday?"

"I wanted to get something really nice but didn't have enough money so I could only get a cupcake."

Meg frowned, "If you had enough money, what would you get?"

"I don't know. Maybe a toy or a book. I like to collect crystals. We went to a museum once on a field trip and they had some really beautiful crystals. I think I would like to have a crystal."

"I have some crystals at my house that you can have."

"But I can't take your crystals."

"I want you to have them. They're just decorations to me and you're my friend. Can you come over so you can see them?"

Chrissy really wanted to, but upon seeing twilight setting in, she hesitated, "I can't. It's getting late and I need to go home."

"Don't you wanna come?"

"Yes, but I can't", she said with great regret, "My momma won't let me."

`You don*'**t have to be afraid.*' She heard the whispery echo in her head again.

"How do you keep doing that?!", she cried out, somewhat frightened.

"Please come to my house with me."

"I can't. Momma doesn't like..."

"Chrissy...", Meg's voice was solemn, her eyes fixed on hers, "I know how your mother doesn't care for you. How you go to bed hungry and lonely. How you dream that your life would be better. I can make it better." Chrissy stared at her, feeling more than a little unsettled at how much this little six year-old girl knew about her. "You don't have to be alone anymore."

Chrissy was at a loss for words and wondered what to do. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she was afraid. Afraid of what her momma would do when she found out. Afraid that she might not be able to get back home again. Afraid that Meg's parents might not like her.

"Please say yes", Meg pleaded.

Chrissy decided to trust her, answering quietly, "Okay."

"Yahhh!", Meg hugged her, "I just know you're going to like it!"

At that moment, a long black strange-looking car drove up to the nearby parking lot; a car unlike Chrissy had never seen. A man got out and opened the back door and stood waiting, seemingly for them. Meg took Chrissy's hand, pulling her towards the car, "C'mon!"

"Who's that?", Chrissy asked.

"Eliud."

Chrissy let herself be led towards the car and upon getting to it, stopped and stared, "What kind of car is this?"

"A 1925 Rolls Royce Phantom."

The man by the door bowed to Chrissy, "Μεγάλη ΠιρισκξĎ...ÎŽ, το έτερο ΟοĎ... ΎΟΚσĎ..."

Meg explained, "He said Good evening, my fair lady." Meg climbed into the back of the car, holding out her hand, beckoning. Chrissy peered in curiously and took her hand.

During the ride, Chrissy sat on the very edge of the seat, afraid of getting such a beautiful car dirty. The little girl beside her reclined casually, watching her with a contented smile on her lips. The ride wasn't long but it was terribly interesting to Chrissy all the same, never having traveled anywhere. In the distance ahead, a large house came into view, growing ever larger as they went towards it. Actually, large didn't quite describe it. It was enormous. A veritable palace, glowing with lights. The exterior, boldly lit by cleverly hidden spotlights, was bejeweled with all manner of carved edifices, gargoyles, iron wrought railings, and botanical masterpieces.

"Is this your house?", Chrissy asked, her voice full of awe.

"One of many."

The car pulled up and stopped in front of two massive ten-foot oak doors which were wide open, a blaze of light pouring out from inside. The chauffer got out, went around and opened their door. Meg stepped out, extending her hand to Chrissy. Chrissy stepped out, letting Meg lead her towards the doors and through. As Chrissy stepped inside, she froze, her mouth hanging open at everything that she beheld. From the enormous chandelier twenty feet above her with its hundreds of twinkling lights, to the columned archways that stretched as far as she could see on either side. Along the walls, antique furniture rested on the marble floor and centerpiece, underneath the chandelier was an elaborately carved water fountain, with marble cherubs playing among beautiful intertwining green vines. Chrissy had never even imagined such beauty; statues, paintings, intricate wooden carvings, and everywhere...the glint of gold. To the girl who grew up with nothing, what she saw was beyond understanding.

Meg watched as she slowly walked around, gazing at everything in wonder. Chrissy wandered down one of the halls with Meg beside her, looking at the paintings hanging on the walls. Shortly, she noticed a young woman, dressed in a similar short light-grey dress, silently following about twenty feet behind them. She stopped when they stopped and continued when they continued.

Chrissy whispered to Meg, "Why is your mom following us?"

Meg giggled, "That's not my mom. That's my servant, Chloe."

"What's that mean?"

"If I need anything, she'll get it for me."

"Where are your parents?", Chrissy wondered.

"I don't have any."

"You mean you ran away or you live with your gramma?"

"No. I mean I never had parents."

"How can you not have parents? Did they die?", Chrissy asked.

"No, I just...never had any."

"But how?"

"It's part of my secret."

"If you don't have any parents, then how'd you get all this stuff?"

Meg furrowed her brow regretfully, "That's...also a secret." Meg opened a door, "Here, I want to show you this."

Chrissy stepped in to see dozens of sparkling gems and crystals of every kind, bedecking a line of pedestals going around the perimeter of the room. "Wooow!", Chrissy whispered. She went over to one, asking, "What's this red one?"

"That's a ruby."

"And this green one?"

"An emerald."

"They're so big." She went from pedestal to pedestal, gazing at each one.

The whispery echo came to her again, `They*'re for you. It'**s all for you.*'

Chrissy jerked around towards Meg who simply smiled at her. "I want you to have these", Meg told her quietly, "For all the birthdays that you didn't have."

"But I can't take them!", Chrissy protested, "They musta cost you a lot of money."

"It's nothing to me."

"But they musta cost you a hundred dollars"

"They didn't cost me anything. And they're worth a little more than a hundred dollars", Meg replied.

"Two hundred dollars?", Chrissy guessed.

Meg giggled, "More like two hundred million dollars."

Chrissy's eyes widened as she looked around, whispering under her breath, "Two hundred*. Million. DOLLARS*?!"

Meg told her, "Like I said, they're yours now. Now let's go get something to eat."

Meg took her hand, leading her back through the hall till they came to a tall arching doorway. Stepping inside, Chrissy found herself in a great towering hall with beautiful tapestries adorning the walls with scenes of maidens and unicorns. In the center was a massive oak table that stood only eighteen inches high and surrounded by cushioned benches with pillows piled on the end of each bench. But what really captured Chrissy's attention was the food on the table. A feast enough for a dozen people, more than she had ever seen before in her life. She followed Meg over to one of the benches and watched as Meg reclined on her side, propped up by the pillows on the end. Chrissy went to the neighboring bench and layed down on her side also. She watched as Meg reached over with her upper hand and took some food and ate it. Copying her, Chrissy began to eat too. It felt strange at first to eat in that position but soon Chrissy didn't notice it after a while.

"Why is the table so low?", Chrissy asked.

"This is how meals were eaten long ago."

After they had eaten, Chrissy turned over on her back and burped. Meg giggled furiously, "You eat enough?"

"Yeah!", Chrissy laughed also.

Meg stood up. Chrissy got up too and followed her out of the room. Seeing the darkness outside the glass door at the top of the stairs, Chrissy went up to look out. Meg followed, opening the door so they could step out onto the balcony.

"Look how many stars there are!", Chrissy noted, "I've never seen so many. It's so beautiful here." They kept looking, not saying anything till Chrissy mentioned, "I've always been afraid of the dark, but here, I'm not." She yawned.

Meg came over, "You don't have to go back you know. You can sleep here." Chrissy thought for awhile, looking around her at the house, then nodded. Meg asked, "You want to go to bed?" Chrissy nodded.

Inside, Meg led her to a door at the end of a hall and opened it. Inside was a enormous room with a vaulted ceiling some thirty feet above the floor. The room was dark, dimly lit by some unseen light and completely empty except for a huge round bed in the middle, covered with a black silk sheet.

As Chrissy looked around, "Hey, I can see the stars up there!"

"The ceiling is glass."

Chrissy craned her head back, gazing at the stars above her, "That is so cool!" Turning her attention to the bed, she touched it, feeling the silk fabric. "Why is it all black?"

"That's just how I am", Meg answered mysteriously. Then right in front of Chrissy, she pulled her dress up over her head, dropping it on the floor. She crawled naked across the bed and leaned back on the pillows stacked in the center, looking back at Chrissy expectantly. Chrissy took off her shoes and pulled down her pants and crawling across the bed, joined her. "You don't want to sleep naked?", Meg asked.

Chrissy vigorously shook her head, "Uh-uh!" as she pulled the silk sheet over her. Looking up, she saw the stars twinkling above. "That is so amazing."

"Yeah", Meg quietly agreed, staring at Chrissy instead of the stars. " Chrissy?"

Chrissy turned.

"I'm really glad you're here."

They made small talk over the next several minutes, with Chrissy occasionally yawning. As her eyes closed with a soft gentle snore, Meg leaned over, lightly kissing her forehead and whispering, "κοιμούμαι δικός ΟοĎ... λίγος ÎŹĎ...θρωπος."

The next morning, Chrissy stretched her arms out, giving a big yawn. She opened her blurry eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them as the dazzling bright sunlight filled the room through the glass ceiling above. She turned over to see Meg laying on her side, watching her.

Meg asked, "How'd you sleep?"

"Good."

"Hungry? Breakfast is ready."

"Yeah!", Chrissy perked up.

They got dressed and went downstairs to eat. For the rest of the day, they played outside and Chrissy continued exploring the house. There was a time during the afternoon that she wondered if her mom even noticed she was missing. But the more she thought about it, she had to sadly admit to herself that most likely her mom didn't know or even care that she was gone. Her mom had crawled into a bottle long ago and had never left. Meg assured her many times that she didn't need to leave and was more than welcome to stay as long as she wanted. And she knew that Meg didn't just wanted her to stay there for a while, but to live there with her.

That night, with the full moon illuminating the room through the glass ceiling, they were goofing around in bed (Meg was naked again), with Meg tickling her and Chrissy trying to tickle her back. After a few minutes, Chrissy needed to catch her breath and cried out, "Wait!...Wait! I hafta rest!" Then she suddenly noticed, "Hey! You don't have a belly button!"

To which, Meg simply replied, "I know."

"How come you don't have one?"

Meg furrowed her brow, "It's..."

"I know...I know", Chrissy droned, "It's this big secret. Why can't you tell me this secret of yours?"

"Cause I don't want to scare you. Besides, you wouldn't believe me anyway."

"Yes, I will!"

Meg stared at her solemnly, shaking her head slightly, "No. You won't."

Then she picked up a pillow, softly hitting her with it and smiling. Chrissy picked up her own pillow and hit her back and soon, they were engaged in a pillow fight. Several minutes later, Chrissy was laying down, resting with Meg reclining on the pillows above, looking down at her.

"I like this. I like you", Meg told her.

Chrissy rolled over on her side, facing her, "I like you too."

Meg reached out, dragging her finger lightly across the front of her shirt. "I want to see you. Without this."

Chrissy's eyes widened, "You want me to take my shirt off?"

Meg nodded, "I won't laugh. I just want to look at you."

Chrissy turned away, hunching over so that Meg couldn't see, and she pulled up her shirt over her head, laying it beside her. Then she rolled back over, her arms covering her chest.

"You don't have to be embarrassed. I'm not embarrassed for you to see me naked", Meg coaxed her, gently pulling back her arms till she was uncovered. "You're beautiful."

"I am?", Chrissy whispered uncertainly.

"Yes. Now let's take these off." She pulled Chrissy's panties down her legs, Chrissy's hands quickly covering her pussy as Meg tossed the panties behind her. Meg again gently took Chrissy's arms, drawing them away and let out a long breath, relishing in the naked girl before her.

The little girl reached out, dragging her fingers across Chrissy's chest, whispering, "I want you so bad. To touch you. Kiss you. Make you feel good. Like the others I have seen." Meg leaned down, softly kissing her chest, "I've been wanting to do this to you for so long."

Her tickling fingers caused Chrissy to laugh, squirming to get away. Meg tickled her more, so that Chrissy scampered away, still giggling.

Suddenly, she felt Meg's hand grab her foot and throw her forcefully back against the pillows. Chrissy tried to get up, but Meg pinned her down with a powerful grip that seemed impossible for such a little girl. There was a crazed look in her eyes...but then upon seeing the fear on Chrissy's face, Meg quickly pulled away, "Oh God!...I'm so sorry!...I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Are you alright?"

Chrissy slowly sat up, "Yeah."

"I really am sorry", Meg repeated, "I got so excited and...I forget how strong I am. I would never hurt you. Please don't be afraid of me."

"I'm okay", Chrissy said, "You just scared me is all."

Meg murmured, "I shouldn't have lost control like that." She took a deep breath, "I need to stay calm." She scooted around in front of Chrissy, "Is it okay if I touch you some more? I promise I'll be gentle."

"Okay, I guess so."

Meg grinned, happy that everything was good again. She patted the bed, "Here, lay down."

Chrissy layed on her front and Meg reached out, dragging her fingernails down her back. Chrissy quivered, "Oohhh, that feels nice." Meg's finger moved down. Chrissy arched an eyebrow, "Uhhh, is your finger in my butt?"

"Uh-huh!", Meg answered proudly, wiggling her finger.

Chrissy raised partway, turning back to look at her, "What're you doing?"

"Ssshhh", Meg shushed her, gently pushing her back down, "It's gonna feel really good in a little bit." Her finger slid down farther down into her crack and into her slit. Curling her finger, it went into her little pussy.

"Now it's in my coochie", Chrissy remarked. Meg's finger curled and uncurled quickly. "That feels weird." Meg kept flexing her finger. After a while, Chrissy told her, "You know, that feels kinda nice." Another minute went by and Chrissy felt completely relaxed. In fact more than relaxed. She noticed a peculiar feeling coming from within, from where Meg was scratching her coochie.

"Meg, I'm feeling something."

Meg simply whispered, "I know."

A lethargic feeling took hold of Chrissy, causing her to feel out of breath. "M-Meg...something's...happening..." Suddenly, she seized up as an intense pleasure surged through her body and she felt as if she were peeing. She cried out from the strength of it, then as it died away, she felt the energy drain from her. She layed limp, her half-open eyes barely able to make out Meg laying beside her. Holding her.

A few minutes later, she stirred. Rolling over on her back, she breathlessly whispered, "Wha...happened?"

"Did you like it?"

"Uh-huh...I'm so tired." She closed her eyes for a minute, then when she felt rested, she sat up. "How did you do that?"

"Just move your finger around in here." Meg sat down with her legs flung out widely, pointing to her pussy.

Chrissy grimaced, "I ain't gonna put my finger where you pee."

"I'm not gonna pee on it. You just need to wiggle your finger around in it", Meg assured her.

"And that will give you that woozy feeling?"

"Uh-huh."

Chrissy brought her finger close, "Promise you ain't gonna pee on my finger? "

"Promise." Chrissy timidly stuck her finger into the little girl's tiny sex. "Okay, now wiggle it back and forth."

Chrissy did, "Like this?"

Meg's eyes lit up, "Yeah." After a minute, Meg layed back, her arms out. "Do it faster." Chrissy did. Meg's breathing became heavier. Her fingers slowly clenched the sheets. An determined look coming across her face. Suddenly, she grunted, crying out, "Î"ιĭι À∏òλωv âˆ`ελŋvŋ!"

Chrissy quickly pulled her finger out, worried that she had hurt her, "I'm sorry!" Meg raised up on her elbows, panting, "It's okay. It was...pretty incredible."

"What was that weird noise you made? Like funny words."

Meg giggled, still somewhat out of breath, "That's...just an expression from long ago. It means `By the Earth, sun and moon'."

Chrissy made a face, "What does that mean?!"

"Something that people used to say when they were surprised."

Meg breathed out as she crawled over and collapsed on the pillow, "You're right. It does make me feel woozy."

"A good kind of woozy", Chrissy came over, sticking her legs under the sheet, "We should do this every night."

"Yeah!" Meg pulled the sheet over her and cuddled up to her, "That was so much fun." She kissed her, whispering again, "κοιμούμαι δικός ΟοĎ... λίγος ÎŹĎ...θρωπος."

"What's that mean?", Chrissy asked sleepily.

"It means good night"

Chrissy closed her eyes, her arm wrapped around Meg securely and fell asleep.

"Chrissy..." Chrissy felt herself being jostled. "Chrissy..."

Chrissy opened her eyes sleepily, trying to make out Meg in the darkness. She saw that Meg was sitting up. Chrissy mumbled, "Is it morning?"

Meg answered, "No. I must leave you." Chrissy sat up worried. "I'll be back later, but I didn't want you to wake up and find me gone without knowing."

"Where are you going?"

Meg's face looked serious, "I can't tell you."

"Can I come?"

"No. I must go alone and you must wait here. Chloe...", she pointed to the servant standing by the door, "...will attend to any needs that arise until I return."

Chrissy was really worried now, "Why can't I go with you?! I don't want to stay here alone!"

"You cannot come with me. Chloe will keep you company." Meg gave her a brief kiss, then stood up, walking off the bed and towards the door. Chrissy tried to follow, but Meg told her to stay, then left.

For the next few hours, Chrissy sat in the dark room, her legs folded up close to her and watched the doorway. Chloe never moved nor spoke. When Chrissy would ask where Meg went, she merely replied that Meg would be back shortly. Chrissy kept wondering where a six year-old girl would need to go to in the middle of the night. Shortly before dawn, after what seemed to be an eternity, Meg walked in and Chrissy let out a cry of relief, jumping off the bed and running to hug her. Chloe left them alone, closing the door behind her.

"Where'd you go?!", she asked the little girl indignantly, "I was scared!"

"I'm sorry, but I had to leave", Meg tried to explain.

"But why?! Where would you go in the middle of the night?! Why couldn't I come?!"

Meg looked down sadly, "It's part of my secret."

"That's what you always say! What's this big secret of yours?!", Chrissy asked her crossly.

Meg breathed out miserably, walking over to the bed and sitting down on it. When she spoke, her voice was gloomy and hesitant, "I never wanted you to know who I am." She took a deep breath and sighed, "Or why I don't have parents. Or a belly button. Or how you can hear my voice inside your head. Or the strange words that I speak."

She took another deep breath, obviously nervous. "What I am is...I uh...I kill people."

Chrissy stared at the little girl on the bed in disbelief for a few seconds, finally saying, "Huh?"

"I kill people."

"What do you mean you kill people?"

"I mean I rip off their arms and head till they bleed to death." Chrissy's mouth hit the floor. "I'm sorry", Meg apologized, "I shouldn't have said it like that. It's just that I'm quite brutal."

"C'mon! I'm serious! What is it really?"

Meg's voice was grave, "I'm not kidding. This is what I do. I have butchered hundreds of thousands of people."

Chrissy was becoming annoyed, "Stop playing around and tell me!"

The little girl stood up, slowly walking towards her, her voice ominous. "Who do you think I am? A little girl that you met? I'm not. I'm older than time itself. I'm not even human."

Chrissy took a step back as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, "Then why do you look like a girl?"

"So I won't frighten you."

"Why would I be frighten?"

"Because of what I look like. Who I am. What I do." As Chrissy watched her come closer, the little girl's eyes melted into blackness, her voice becoming very low, "I'm a specter of death. A god of vengeful destruction."

Chrissy's uneasiness then turned into full-blown horror as a great pair of black wings unfolded behind her back. Her skin darkening as her body suddenly grew much larger, into an adult woman's body.

Chrissy shrieked in fear, stumbling backwards and falling down. The woman quickly came over, trying to calm her, "It's still me. Your friend. Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."

Chrissy laying on the floor, desperately trying to scramble back till she bumped into the wall and could go no further, gasping, "W-what are you?!"

The woman sat down before her, not wanting to frighten her anymore than she was, "My name is Megaera. This is what I really look like." Chrissy was still breathing hard in fear, her eyes wide-open and fixed upon her. "Please don't be frightened. I'm not going to hurt you."

As Chrissy saw that this creature was sitting quietly, her breathing calmed somewhat. "Are you an angel?"

Megaera shook her head, "I'm an immortal being, a Greek demi-god called a Fury. My sisters and I were created to punish the wicked. It's what I do. What I've done for thousands of years." Megaera saw that she still seemed anxious and asked worriedly. "Are you afraid of me?" Chrissy didn't say anything but after a minute, she slowly shook her head no. "I don't want you to fear me. I really like you and want to be your friend."

They stared silently at one another till Chrissy asked quietly, "You really kill people?"

Megaera nodded, then asked, "Do you hate me?"

Chrissy's face looked confused, "Why would you kill people?"

"We only kill really bad people. Those who did really bad things and hurt others. We do it so they can never hurt anyone else again."

Chrissy was becoming more calm and in doing so, more curious, "Why are your eyes black?"

"It's just what I look like. That's why I only appeared to you as a little girl."

Staring at the black feathery wings folded behind her, Chrissy asked, "Can you fly?"

"Mm-hmm", she nodded.

"Can I touch them?"

"Yes."

Chrissy raised up and slowly came forward, gazing at the large black feathers. She put out her hand, lightly feeling them. "They're soft."

Megaera slowly reached out with her darken hand. Chrissy backed away slightly. "I just want to touch you too", Megaera whispered. Chrissy moved closer so that Megaera's hand lightly stroked her cheek. "Ever since I first saw you, I wanted to be with you. To hold you. For you to be mine. Those strange words that I spoke to you last night? "ΟοĎ... λίγος ÎŹĎ...θρωπος", it means `My little human'

Chrissy looked up at her questioningly, "My little human?"

"That's you. You're my little human. It's a term of affection meaning that you're a human and I don't want anyone else to have you. I want you all to myself."

Chrissy continued examining her wings and skin. "They look so creepy", she exclaimed after peering at her eyes.

"It's all part of the package when you're the stuff of nightmares. I am fear incarnate to the wicked, but I don't want you to be afraid of me."

"Whoooa..." Chrissy had gotten around to examining Megaera's full hanging breasts. "OhmyGod! Can I touch them?!" Megaera nodded and couldn't help smiling at how quickly Chrissy had lost her trepidation of her. Chrissy reached out, gently caressing her breasts. "I've always wanted to know what these felt like because..."

"You couldn't know from simply looking at a picture in a book", Megaera finished for her.

Chrissy looked up at her, agreeing in a somewhat embarrassed fashion, "Yeah. " Chrissy squeezed them, "They're even softer than your feathers." For several minutes, Megaera contented herself to letting Chrissy play with her breasts as well as looking at her wings. And through it all, Megaera lovingly touched her little human in return.

Chrissy was quite comfortable with this inhuman creature that sat before her and in it's own way, it was quite attractive to her.

"I want to show you something. Not here, but...up there." Megaera looked straight up at the stars twinkling through the glass ceiling.

"Up there?", Chrissy looked up uncertainly, "What is it?"

"It's something that you need to trust me for. Do you trust me not to let you fall?"

Chrissy looked concerned for a bit, then nodded her head. Megaera stood up, then knelt down, carefully picking Chrissy up in her arms, cradling her. Megaera looked at the girl in her arms, "I won't let you fall."

Megaera jumped and Chrissy felt her stomach drop as if she were in an elevator. She saw the floor and bed fall away below her and looked up to see that they were about to crash into the glass ceiling, but instead they passed through as if it were never there. Chrissy felt the cool wind blowing hard against her and looked down to see the house and trees swiftly falling away. Her eyes popped open in fear and she scurried around in Megaera's arms, the panic rising within her, terrified that she would fall. Megaera assured her, "I won't drop you."

Chrissy squeezed her eyes close and held tightly. After a minute, curiosity got the better of her and she peeked out of one eye. She opened both eyes to see that they were hundreds of feet above the ground. Megaera's great black wings flapped serenely as forests, fields and roads passed silently by far below them. The streets and lone buildings were laid out as if on a giant map and Chrissy watched the twin lights of cars as they glided slowly along. As she looked up, she saw a cloud just above them. Reaching up, she felt the cold wet droplets of water chilling her skin.

As amazing as this was, it paled in comparison to what Chrissy saw ahead. A great sea of lights spread out as far as she could see. As they came closer, Chrissy could see that it was a city that they were heading towards. In the center were tall spires, skyscrapers. Megaera flew towards the tallest one, an office building some thirty stories in height, and hovered above it for an instant before lightly touching down on the roof. Megaera set Chrissy down.

So far above the streets, the only noise was the wind, which was blowing quite a bit. Chrissy walked over to the edge, which was ringed by a fence and looked down. "It's amazing!", she exclaimed. Megaera came up beside her, "ţñ ĸaλλίơţŋ."

"What's that mean?"

"For the most beautiful." Chrissy huddled her arms together, shivering from the wind. "Here...", Megaera came up behind her, "...let me keep you warm." Her wings wrapped around Chrissy. Chrissy felt heat radiating against her body, warming her. Within them, Chrissy felt as if she were wrapped in a protective cocoon, shielded from anything that would hurt her.

She touched the feathers with a slight frown on her face.

"What are you thinking?", Megaera asked.

"Stuff."

"Is it me?", Megaera asked uneasily.

Chrissy touched the feathers some more, then said, "There's a girl at my school, in the fifth grade. Her name's Karen and she's so beautiful." Chrissy's voice became sad, "I...I really liked her and I tried to tell her but...she laughed and threw my note away. I thought she was so beautiful. No one ever talked to me at school. Or wanted to play with me." She looked up into Megaera's solid black eyes. "Except you. You're the only one who cared for me."

Megaera bent her head down, nuzzling her cheek against the top of her head, whispering, "More than you know."

Chrissy awoke to something tickling her the next morning. Her eyes open and she felt the warm feathery weight of Megaera's wing covering her in bed. She curled up giggling as Megaera's hand tickled her. Drawing in a quick breath, she looked over, smiling, "That tickles!" Drawn to Megaera's breasts, she quietly remarked, "Your nipples sure do stick out a lot."

Thinking hard, she asked, "Could you maybe..." She paused as she bit her bottom lip, trying to think how to say it, "...you know uh..." She paused again.

"Do you want me to give you the good feeling again...the one that makes you so woozy? ", Megaera asked. Chrissy nodded vigorously. Stroking her hair, Megaera said, "I like touching you."

Under her wing, Chrissy could feel Megaera's hands gliding over her body. She seemed to melt into the bed, it felt so relaxing. Her eyes glazed over as her eyelids fluttered, then closed. As Megaera's fingers continued, Chrissy's breaths deepened, then became heavier till she was gasping for breath as she felt Megaera's fingers between her legs, going inside her. She could feel the good feelings coming. They were getting stronger. "Megaera...I can feel em...the good feelings...I...Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaa...." Her back arched as she turned over on her side. Her legs shook as Megaera kept giving her the good feelings till they became too much, "M -Megaera...I-I-I..." Megaera held her till she was able to get her breath back. As her breathing normalized, she asked in wonder, "How do you do that?"

Megaera kissed her cheek, "Let me show you." Megaera raised up and swung her leg over Chrissy, straddling her chest while on her knees. Chrissy eye's widened at the hairy vulva mere inches from her face. "It's a lot bigger than when you were a little girl!", she remarked. She began poking and pulling on it in gleeful curiosity, even leaning in close to smell it. All the times when she would look at the books at the bookstore and imagine what it would be like to be with a real live woman...and here she was! With a real live woman before her! Well...not exactly like a woman, but close enough.

"Here...", she stopped Chrissy, "Touch me here." She pointed to her clit. "Stick two of your fingers in here...", pointing to her vagina. Chrissy reached out with her index and middle finger sticking out. "Turn your hand around..." Chrissy turned her hand till her palm was facing back toward her. "Okay, stick them inside me." Chrissy did, making a face at the warm, wet sensation. "Now put your thumb here...", she pointed to her clit. Chrissy did and Megaera told her, "Now, do this while moving your thumb." Megaera made a `come here' motion, curling her index finger back and forth. Chrissy did.

After several seconds, Chrissy asked, "Did you get the good feelings yet?"

"Not yet..."

Chrissy asked, "Can you touch mine again."

"I can't", Megaera told her, her voice full of regret. "It's too dangerous. "

"What d'ya mean?"

"When I get that really good feeling, it's easy for me to get too excited and lose control of my hands, so I need to keep them away from you."

"Why?"

"In my excitement, I may grab or pull you too hard. You humans are so fragile and with my strength, it doesn't take much force for me to rip off an arm or snap a neck." Chrissy made a squeamish face at this remark.

Chrissy resumed. "Yeaaah...just keep touching that." And so Chrissy did till Megaera was bouncing all over, making sure to keep her hands away from Chrissy. Megaera felt something explode deep inside her, then pushing throughout her body, causing her to suddenly feel very warm. She let out a cacophonic cry, "AAAAAGGGHHHHH...", as an almost painful feeling coursed throughout her body. She marveled at the feeling, `No wonder Zeus is always copulating with those nymphs!'

Panting heavily, she looked at Chrissy, who was looking back at her and asked, "You were shaking the whole bed! Did you get the good feeling?"

"Oh yes...I had such a good feeling*.*"

Megaera layed beside her, laying her wing over her to keep her warm and holding her close, thinking quietly to herself.

`All my life, I have been alone and many times, I have watched these humans. I would look into their homes in the dead of night and I would see them holding each other. Keeping each other warm. And I would always pass by. But you and I...we have warmth. And we will give each other this warmth and will let someone else pass by in the night.'

Megaera kissed her softly, whispering, "κοιμούμαι δικός ΟοĎ... λίγος ÎŹĎ...θρωπος (sleep* well**, my little human*)"

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