wabitgirl, story of young love

by wabitgirl, originally posted on amazonlove forums

Melanie

Chapter 1: Sighting

Six months ago today, though it still seems like yesterday, I was out walking in the forest, one of my more enjoyable pastimes. It was a cold, clear autumn day. The sun was shining with a warm golden light, that illuminated the trees. The trees in turn glowed with a beautiful golden green light that seemed to radiate through the entire forest. There was a slight haze of mist that created shafts of sunlight that pierced the canopy of the trees that towered so majestically overhead. As I walked, I could see my breath come out in puffs when ever I exhaled. I was wearing my favorite green jacket and a pair of old jeans. The ground was slightly damp, I’m pretty sure it was from the frost, and so there was a good bit of mud on the path. I had left the road 10 or so minutes previously, and I had come to a clearing. In the clearing, there was a very large swing that was attached by a long rope, high up in the tree. I always wondered how a person had managed to get the rope all the way up in the tree. I frequented this clearing often, for I loved the feeling of exhilaration that I got from swooping across the grove, perched on the swing. Today though, I didn’t feel like swinging. Instead, I went and sat down at the base of the trees trunk. I laid back there, closing my eyes and sighing contentedly. This was my favorite type of day, when it was clear and cold and everything was beautiful.

After my brief rest on the swing, I continued onward, moving up the small, winding path the traversed the side of the butte. The path got fairly steep at a couple points and I had to use the small trees and tufts of grass that the path curved around to keep myself from pitching over backwards. I crested that small portion of the hill, then followed the path, now walled with high grass and blackberry brambles. I came to the small wooden gate, aged and falling apart, and stepped though it back onto a more mainstream path. The path now led into a small meadow, but I didn’t linger there. Instead, I simply crossed the meadow, and went back into the forest, on the trail that lead up the mountain. After a good bit more hiking, I finally reached the top and looked around. It was the same as it always was. To my left, there were trees, and through some of the gaps, you could see the city sprawled out below. To the other side, there were farms and fields, patches of green, varying in shades. I walked over to a special look out place where the wind always seemed to blow. Almost in the gap in the trees, there was a tree, or possibly two trees that had grown together. I didn’t have to be home any time soon and the tree was always a fun challenge to climb. I jumped up and grabbed the lowest branch, hoisting myself up. From there, it was easier, but still fun and soon I had climbed a good distance from the ground. I found a comfortable branch and sat back, my back resting against the trunk of the tree.

Thanks to the sun and beautiful weather, I had started to drift off when I heard footsteps. Curious, I cracked open one eye and looked down from my perch. I was well hidden by the cover of the branches, and my jacket blended in fairly well with the green boughs of the tree. The sound of the footsteps grew closer until, finally the person to whom they belonged came into view. I was so surprised, I almost fell out of the tree. Standing below me was a girl, but one hell of a girl. From where I was, I couldn’t really get a good estimate on her height, but I knew that she had to be at least seven feet tall. That wasn’t the only thing though, not by a long shot. She was enormous, and not in a fat way at all. She was wearing a moderately tight, blue sports top and short running shorts. Both garments were stretched to what looked like the breaking point by muscles. From my vantage point, looking down, I had a clear view of her ample bosom as well. I could feel myself blushing just looking at her. She stood there for a second longer and then, after glancing around the top of the mountain, she took off, running towards the path that led down the other side. I almost called out something, but checked myself at the last second, knowing it would just be awkward and stupid.

I sat in the tree for another good hour, simply trying to get a grip on what I had seen. For me, it was like some kind of dream come true. I had always had a thing for strong women, and I had often had fantasies about them. But those were just fantasies, and I knew they could never be realities. Yet, there she had been. A girl who looked like she had been plucked from my mind, from my most perfect imaginings. I wasn’t sure how to deal with it though. I was sure that I didn’t want to tell anyone, mainly because I was too embarrassed to admit my secret desires. I slowly climbed down from the tree and walked home, thinking about that mysterious girl the entire way.

Chapter 2: Spying

I was walking through the forest, coming up the path to the swinging tree. There, in the clearing stood the girl. Huge, perfect, more beautiful and sexy then any human had the right to be, and she was staring straight at me. I was frozen in place, unable to move. Slowly, she started to walk towards me, her footfalls silent. She walked straight up to me, and I found I was tilting my head back to try and see her face over the immense bosom that seemed to be right at my eye level. Her face was hidden by shadows, but slowly, she began to bend down. I could see her lips, full and luscious, poised for a kiss. My heartbeat quickened but I could do nothing. Her lips were mere inches from mine, when she stopped. I wanted to step forward, and kiss her, but my feet refused to obey. Then, as though she were responding to my mental pleading, she began to move forward again. Our lips met…and I woke up, the buzzing of my alarm shattering my perfect dream. I smacked the power button on the alarm with a good bit more force then necessary and groaned.

That dream was just the first of many that would come in the following week. Try as I might, I could not get the thoughts of that girl out of my head. I did my homework like normal, I was still playing soccer, and I still interacted with people as little as possible, but I was distracted. People started calling me space cadet, but I didn’t really care. It was as though someone had taken my mind and strapped it into a chair, with a giant video of the girl jogging up to the top of the mountain set on repeat. I was totally obsessed, and I knew I had to do something about it. After what seemed like five long years, instead of five days, the weekend came around again. Not really sure how I was going to find the girl again, I decided to simply go back to the top of the mountain like last time and wait in the tree.

I climbed the familiar path, but I did not stop to play on the swing, or to admire any of the foliage. I simply raced to the top as quickly as I could, and then rushed up to my perch in the tree. I checked my watch. If she came at the same time as last time, she would be coming soon. Sure enough, after a short wait, I heard the sound of footsteps and there she was, huge and beautiful, her strong legs rippling with muscle as the pushed her massive frame up the side of the mountain. As before, I was struck dumb by her physique. The sheer size and sight of her body made me feel giddy and slightly lightheaded. I found myself errantly imagining what it would feel like to be squeezed by those arms. To be embraced against that massive bosom and to be cradled by this giant of a woman. All too soon, she had come and gone again, and I knew that I only had tomorrow to see her, and then it would be five more days of torture.

Chapter 3: Meeting

Quickly, I settled into a routine. I would go through the week, trying to focus on every day life while my thoughts were on the tree, which I now called my spying tree, and my fantasy girl come to life. Then, on the weekends, every Saturday and Sunday at the same time, I’d race up to the top of the mountain so as to get a glimpse of her. Days went by and soon autumn turned into winter. Though I had been watching this girl for so long, I had never figured out a way to approach her. As it turned out though, I wouldn’t have to do any planning at all.

Winter break had started and now with all of my free time, and nothing to distract me, I found myself thinking about the girl far more then usual. I knew that this obsession was not good for me, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I was hopelessly hooked on spying on her. With all of the thoughts, I couldn’t help but wonder if she might hike up the mountain other days besides the weekends. It was another clear day and to me, it seemed like nature was willing me to go for a walk. I smiled, put on my coat and left a note of my parents, telling them that I was out walking and that I would be back before dark. I took off into the woods and soon I was jogging along the path to the top of the hill. I checked my watch. I was at least an hour too early to see her, but I could wait. It was a good day to just sit in the sun and do nothing.

As I neared the top of the mountain, I found the path to be covered in blackberry vines. Some people must have come up and cut them all, but not bothered to clear them away. I was so intent on trying not to get my legs stabbed, that I didn’t notice the person sitting against my spying tree until I was but a few steps away. I started for the tree and then froze as I noticed the fact that there was someone there. My gaze snapped up, and alighted upon her face. It was the girl who I had been watching for all this time, just sitting there, staring at me. Before I registered it, I found my eyes sweeping over her massive body. She was wearing a sweat shirt that, at least on her, was tight fitting, and a pair of jeans. The look on her face was one of amusement but one that held a bit of nervousness as well. I swallowed, trying to clear my throat enough to even say hello, but I was so nervous that I couldn’t get a sound out.

I’m not really sure how long we were there, just staring at each other, neither of us making a move. At the time, I had no idea why she just sat there, looking more nervous then anything else. I knew exactly why I couldn’t move. For some reason, I thought that she must know I had been spying on her. Even if I could have spoken, I had no idea what to say. Finally, she broke the awkward silence with a tentative, “Hello.” I swallowed a couple more times before replying with a stuttering, “H-hi…”

I was torn between the desire to run to her and do god knows what and the desire to run and hide under a rock. The sound of her voice, a more or less normal voice, but a nice one all the same, echoed in my head. After another long, awkward silence, I pulled myself together enough to say, “Nice weather, eh?” I could have kicked myself for such a stupid opening line, but it had already been said.

“Yeah…I just love it when it’s clear and sunny, but still cool,” she said, watching me like someone trying to get a good look at some rare bird that might bolt at any second. I couldn’t fathom the reason for this look, but it didn’t seem important at the time.

“So…do you come here often?” I asked, hoping that her reply would dispel any notion of her knowing I was spying on her.

“Yeah, I run up here most of the time, but I thought I’d just come up and watch the clouds today,” she replied, her gaze shifting from me to the soft, white, fluffy clouds that hung in the sky. As she looked away, I used the moment to take in her looks a bit more. As in my dreams, she had full, soft looking lips. Her nose was just medium sized, nothing special or exotic. Her eyes though, they were really nice. Even from where I was standing, I could see that they were pure, dark green, the color of fresh pine boughs. Her hair was brown with streaks of darker red mixed in. It was long and straight, reaching down to the small of her back. I looked back up, just before she seemed to remember I was still standing there. “What about you?” she asked, smiling.

I began to relax a bit, and the funny thing was, as I relaxed, so did she. “I just felt like going for a walk. I like stopping up here. The view is always good, especially on days like this,” I said, looking past her at the city. The sunlight glinted off of the windows of the far away buildings, making me squint slightly.

We both lapsed into a somewhat pensive silence then. I didn’t really know how to go on with the conversation, and it seemed that she was equally stuck. I realized I was still standing in the middle of the path, which seemed a bit awkward, so I walked over to a patch of bare earth that faced the windy outlook. “There always seems to be wind blowing up this little part of the mountain,” I murmured, more to myself then to her.

“Yeah…it’s a bit weird, but kind of cool,” she said, glancing around the top of the mountain, as though she were expecting there to be someone else up there, watching us. I was spacing out, just staring up at the clouds as they drifted across the sky. It was funny. I had been obsessing over this girl for more then a month and now that I was finally here, talking to her by some strange turn of events, I was spacing out and watching the clouds.

Turning to her I said, “My name’s Jake,” hoping I wasn’t making some grave mistake. It seemed like the right thing to do, telling someone who you were talking to your name, but I was completely inexperienced in talking to girls, so I really had no idea.

“I’m Melanie,” she said quietly. I glanced at her and found that she was staring at me as though I were some complex math problem that she just couldn’t figure out. I waited for a little bit, and when she didn’t stop, I asked, “Um…do I have something on my shirt?” looking down as I spoke.

She started, and then looked away blushing slightly. “N-no, sorry…” she stammered, seeming embarrassed. This confused me. Why would she be staring at me? I wasn’t anything special. I was wearing jeans and my green jacket like always, and my hair was a bit messy, but nothing too extreme.

Again, the silence stretched out and I found myself staring off into space. I looked back at her and found her watching me again, as though there were something incredibly odd about me. I sighed and then stood up slowly. Looking down, so I didn’t lose my nerve, I walked over and stopped just a couple of yards way from her. I looked up and met her green eyes, with my own. “What is it? Why do you keep staring at me?” I asked, trying to sound slightly annoyed. It was pretty hard though. Just being close to her was making me a bit dizzy, and now I could smell some pleasant fragrance coming from her. I knew that I was totally falling for her, but I was pretty sure she was a good bit out of my league.

“Well…um…it’s just that…you don’t seem scared of me or anything…” She said hesitantly, as though that were some totally foreign concept to her. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Scared? I started laughing, and it took me a good while to get back under control.

“Scared? Why would I be scared? Should I be scared of you?” I asked, still giggling. I don’t know why I found it so funny, but I just didn’t really get how someone could think someone as beautiful and sexy as her could be scary.

“Well, most guys that I’ve met won’t do more than say hello…they just try to get away as quickly as possible. They’re scared of me…because of my size,” she said, a bit sadly.

“Oh…I see. Well, I try not to judge people on how they look. It’s like judging a book by its cover,” I said, quoting my dad. He was always talking to bums on the street and other down and out people, just to prove that they were people too.

Satisfied by her answer, I walked back over to where I had been sitting before and sat down, looking up at the clouds again. I looked over at her and saw she was smiling. Then she stood up. Before this, I had always seen her from above and because of that, I had never really been able to see just how big she truly was. It was really apparent now. She towered over me, and even though I was sitting, I was pretty sure standing up wouldn’t have made much of a difference. She moved closer to me, and then sat down, facing towards the valley as well. She was close enough now that I had to tilt my head a good way back to see her face.

The wind blew her hair slightly, giving it the appearance of a shining river. She was sitting with her legs straight out in front of her and her hands behind her, keeping her from falling over backwards. Of course, that meant that her shoulders were pulled back as well and that her chest was pushed out. I could feel my face growing hot as I looked over her body. She looked over at me and said,” Okay, now you’re the one staring at me.”

Cursing my lack of self control, I looked up and met here eyes, which contained none of the annoyance that I was expecting. Instead, they seemed to be laughing, and sure enough, she was soon shaking with suppressed laughter. I must have had a really dumb look on my face for her to be laughing as hard as she was. I looked down at my lap, embarrassed and annoyed with my self.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, you’re not the first person who’s stared at me. Plus, the look you were giving me is better than the normal ones I get,” she laughed, looking down at me. I glanced back at her and her expression was consoling and happy. “Pardon me if this seems a bit forward, but how old are you?” she asked.

I hesitated a second before answering. I was really contemplating weather or not to tell her how old I really was. ‘Better to just tell the truth,’ I thought. “I’m fifteen,” I said, hoping there wouldn’t be anything wrong with that.

“Really? I’m 17!” she said. She looked at me, and started laughing again. I realized that I had a really incredulous look on my face and I quickly wiped it off. I was dying to ask how the hell she had gotten so big, but I knew that it would be really a really insensitive question so I bit my tongue. She laid down, putting her hands behind her head and closing her eyes. I found my eyes drawn to her yet again, sweeping up and down her body while my imagination worked overtime. She opened one eye and glanced over at me.

“Hey, are you sure you’re ok? You look kind of red,” she said, some concern in her voice.

“Yeah…I’m fine,” I lied, looking away from her. Just to have something to do, I laid down too, looking up at the clouds, and trying not to have perverted thoughts. I could still smell the sweet scent that emanated from her, and I soon found myself growing drowsy. I opened my eyes and looked at her again. She looked like she was asleep. Her chest rose and fell gently, and she looked totally relaxed. Smiling, I laid back and closed my eyes again, wondering how the hell I had just gotten so lucky.

I woke with a start as a cold draft blew up my pants leg. I sat up and looked around. The sun was setting, and Melanie was gone. Where she had been lying, there was a note pinned to the ground by a rock. I took the note and read it. It said, “If you want to hang out again sometime, I’ll be up here at about 1 o’clock every day till school starts again. –Melanie” I smiled and pocketed the note before heading back down the mountain to my house.

Chapter 4: Friends

The following day, the first thing that I thought about when I woke up was Melanie. If she had really meant what she said in her note, I would get to see her again today at one. I glanced at the clock. 11:30, an hour and a half to wait. For lack of something more productive to do, I checked my e-mail. As per usual, most of it was just junk, but there were a couple of messages from friends. I typed back some responses and then checked the clock again. 11:54, still more then an hour. I was about to start playing some stupid internet game, just to pass the time, and I paused, taking time to think about just what I was doing. It was laughable. Was I really so obsessed with Melanie that it was like being on drugs? I had only know her for a single day. I went back upstairs to my room and got out the book I had been reading the night before. It was a good book and I was soon lost in the twisted story line. By the time I checked the clock again, it read 12:53. I smiled, dropped the book, grabbed my jacket and headed for the door, only pausing to leave another note for my parents. My dad was on a business trip on the other side of the country and my mom worked all day at her office.

The air outside was cold and a bit damp. There was a light pall of mist hanging over the ground and everything looked muted and gray. Ironically, I loved this kind of weather just as much as I loved the sunny, bright, cloudless type. I set off up the trail, smiling still and wondering what surprises I would get today. Due to the damp air, I found it much easier to climb up the trail and I made good time. At just a few minutes past noon, I reached the summit, and there, just as yesterday, sat Melanie, leaning against the trunk of the tree. She looked up and waved to me as I came over the final hill. I flashed a smile back and walked over to the tree, sitting down opposite her.

Unlike yesterday, today I didn’t feel any of the nervousness that I had felt previously. Sure, I still couldn’t really believe that she actually existed, as though someone with crazy magic powers had brought my secret fantasies to life, but that was just amazement. Mostly what I felt was relaxed.

Melanie regarded me for a second before speaking. “You know, I didn’t really think you’d actually come,” she said quietly, sounding pleased.

“Well, seeing as you went to all the trouble of leaving me a note and everything, I thought it would be rude not to,” I replied, using a tone of voice the suggested a tuxedo and fancy shoes. She laughed quietly and then stared off into the mist, fiddling with a piece of her hair absentmindedly. She was wearing a different sweatshirt today, but it was no less tight. One had to figure that with a body like hers, it would be hard to find anything that wasn’t pretty tight. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and running shoes as well. That was one little thing that made me like her better. As far as I had seen, she always dressed for practicality, not looks.

After a time, I said, “Bit different weather today,” more to just try and get a conversation going then anything else.

“Yeah…It is different, but I still like it. Everything just seems so calm and peaceful when it’s like this.”

I nodded in agreement, staring into the ever swirling, changing mists. A cold breeze swept up the side of the hill, curling itself under the bottom and into the arms of my jacket. I shivered slightly and stood up, casting my gaze about for a spot that would get me out of the ever present wind a bit more. Of course, the only spot just happened to be right by the tree, right next to Melanie, and I wasn’t sure if she would be ok with me sitting so close. I was about to sit back down, and just tough the cold out when Melanie got up too. Again, I found my eyes dinking in the sight of her as she rose, impossibly huge and well sculpted.

“It’s too cold to just be sitting around today,” she said, stretching slightly and then stepping towards the path. “Want to go into the forest?” she asked, glancing down at me from her great height. I did a double take, quickly thinking about the question I had just been asked. An at least seven foot tall, muscular goddess had just asked me to go on a walk with her, which is not something that happens ever day.

“Sure…the forest it always really nice when it’s foggy,” I said, trying not to stare or say anything really stupid. I don’t know exactly what my expression was, but it must have been a bit off, because she smiled a smile that suggested laughter on the inside.

We set off down one of the paths that lead to the opposite side of the mountain. It was a wide, well used path and we walked side by side, not speaking, just walking. Eventually though, the path split, the main path continuing and another, smaller path leading off into a deeper part of the woods. As we arrived at the intersection, I glanced up at her and nodded. She seemed to be thinking along the same lines, because we both started for the smaller path. She reached it just a bit before me, her long strides smooth and graceful, and started down it. I followed, keeping a couple yards back. As much as I wanted to be close to her, I didn’t want to do anything weird, so I thought it best to just keep my distance.

The path got less and less clear and we ended up simply shuffling through the woodland undergrowth. It was pretty clear that we weren’t going anywhere special. We were just walking for the joy of walking. The enduring silence was not unpleasant, merely a reflection of the silence of the surrounding forest.

The peace didn’t last though. Being a misty day, there were many fallen trees that were covered in moss and when the moss got wet, it was slippery as hell. Worse, with all of the ferns and small bushes, the logs were practically impossible to see. We had just started to go up a small rise when I felt my foot land on something raised. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground and it felt like someone had tried to tear my ankle off. I had stepped on one of those damn logs and my foot had slipped off it just wrong, sending me tumbling down the hill into a fallen tree stump. I let out a cry of pain and swore several times, quite violently under my breath. Getting my legs hurt was nothing new to me. I had been kicked more times then I cared to count and I had taken plenty of falls. I knew what a sprained ankle felt like and this was definitely one.

Melanie turned as I fell and quickly came closer to where I was lying, my back pressed up against the tree. “Jake! Are you ok?” she called, her voice sounding slightly panicked.

“Well, I sprained my ankle and my head hurts like a bitch, but other then that, and a lot of little scratches, I’m fine,” I said, trying to smile, but just grimacing in pain instead. Melanie stood there, a nervous look on her face as she tried to decide how to handle this. “Can you walk?” she asked quietly, taking a step forward.

I was in enough pain that I didn’t notice her coming closer, so when I looked up to respond, I found her just a couple feet from me. “I…I don’t know…I don’t think so,” I said, quickly focusing my attention of my injured ankle, instead of on her immense form that was close enough for me to touch. I tried to get up slowly, but as I did my head swam and I started to lose my balance. Without thinking, I put my foot down to steady myself, and then collapsed with another cry, my injured ankle buckling under my weight. “No…definitely can’t walk,” I said, trying to blink back tears of pain that had sprung into my eyes.

I glanced at Melanie again, and saw a look of apprehension on her face. From my low vantage point, I could barely see her face over her immense chest, and I was pretty sure that she was leaning down a bit. The awkward moment of staring was broken though as I inadvertently shifted my leg, causing the pain in my ankle to flare up. I grimaced and closed my eyes, swearing softly under my breath. “We need to get back somehow…” I said, looking around for something to use as a crutch.

There was a long silence, and then, very quietly, Melanie said, “I…I could carry you if you want.” My eyes snapped up to her face as she said that, and I could see her blushing deeply. Of course, my first urge was to simply accept, but I quickly suppressed that urge. Seeming over eager would be really stupid. I thought for a while before saying, “Are you sure? If I can just find a long stick, I can walk back.”

“It’s fine…but only if you want to…I can find you something to use if you’d prefer that…” she said, still embarrassed by her own proposition, but now there was a small look of what could possibly be hope in her eyes.

“Um…I guess it’s fine,” I mumbled, looking down. I was embarrassed that I was going to be carried back by a girl, but at the same time, I was really excited. This would be a chance for me to get really close to her, without seeming weird or perverted. Still, my excitement was tampered by pain and that was probably a good thing. The fact that she had suggested it though was the most surprising part. This was her idea, not mine, so I had no reason to be embarrassed.

Using the stump as a support, I slowly stood up, trying hard not to put any weight on my injured ankle. I turned and faced Melanie, tilting my head back to look into her face. “So, how are we going to do this? Piggy-back style?” I asked, forcing myself to focus on her face. I hoped I would get used to seeing it eventually, but for now, it was a struggle to keep my eyes off her body.

“Yeah, if you think that will work,” she said, stepping close to me and crouching down so I could get onto her back. I could feel my face flushing bright red from being in such close proximity to her. I half hopped, half walked the remaining feet before practically collapsing onto her back. I felt her hands gently lift my legs a bit higher and then settle them onto her wide hips. I had wrapped my arms around her neck, and was thinking about moving them, but she didn’t say anything about it so I just left them there. She stood up, and I could tell that lifting me was no effort for her at all. I was glad she couldn’t see my face right now, because it was probably redder then a tomato. As she started walking, I could feel the powerful muscles in her back working. I sighed quietly and rested my head against her neck, closing my eyes and breathing evenly. The pain in my ankle wasn’t so bad now, and I had almost forgotten about it.

A good while later, though far too short a time in my opinion, we arrived back at the main road. I opened my eyes when I heard Melanie’s feet hit pavement. “Hey, Jake, how close to your house are we?” she asked, pausing on the edge of the road.

“I live up that street to the right,” I said, looking up from where I had been resting my head. “I think I can manage it from here,” I added, sort of hoping she’d insist on carrying me the rest of the way anyway.

“Are you sure?” she asked, before gently releasing my legs and then crouching down again so I could stand. I put my good foot on the ground and grabbed a good, long stick before straightening up.

“Yeah, I’ll just use this as a crutch,” I said, indicating to the stick. “Thanks for carrying me all the way back…” I mumbled, my cheeks tinged with cold and blush.

“No problem. I hope your ankle gets better soon,” she said, smiling slightly, in a sympathetic manner. I smiled back weakly, and then started hobbling towards my house. As I neared my street, I glanced back to the point at which she had dropped me off. I thought could someone standing in the shadows of the trees, so I waved, but nothing moved. Shrugging, I turned back and limped the rest of the way home, still feeling euphoric from the trip. As I went in, I thought about what I had just gone through and smiled. I was pretty sure that Melanie and I were friends.

Chapter 5: Closer

I went to the doctor and got some x-rays, and I had indeed sprained my ankle. It was a bad enough sprain that they went ahead and put a cast on it so I was stuck walking on crutches. Even though I was crippled, I refused to stop going out for walks. The day after I got my cast on, I got my crutches and headed out, determined to make it to the summit of the mountain, despite my handicap. It was a good bit harder to hike using crutches, and it took me twice as long to get up as it normally would. When I reached the summit, I was breathing hard and I almost fell as my cast hit a rock in the path. I stumbled forward, nearly colliding with the tree, before collapsing on the ground, trying to get my heart rate to settle.

After my breathing had gone back to normal, I leaned back, looking up into the tree. And there was Melanie, sitting on a branch, watching me. I let out a little yelp of surprise and then tried to stand up, forgetting about my cast. I ended up just sort of falling sideways, which made me feel even stupider. I could hear Melanie laughing in the tree, and then the sound of something heavy hitting the ground. “Hey Jake, I wondered how long it was going to take you to notice me,” she said, still giggling.

I got to my feet slowly, using my crutches to help push myself up. “Hello to you too,” I said, slightly annoyed at my clumsiness. I wasn’t used to having casts and other things that restricted my movement, so I was still a bit unstable on my feet.

Melanie regarded my cast for a second before asking, “How long do you have to have that on for?” I glanced down at my cast and sighed.

“I don’t know…they say a week, but I’ve heard that it’s always a couple weeks longer then the estimate.”

“Oh…that sucks. I guess we can’t really go hiking then can we,” she said, frowning.

“Yeah…sorry…” I said, feeling frustrated. I had planned on going hiking every single day of winter vacation, and now I was stuck wearing a stupid boot because I didn’t think to look at my feet when I was walking in the woods.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault that it happened. Anyway, I’m sure we can think of something to do,” she said. She sat back down and leaned up against the tree, before patting the ground beside her. “Hey, come sit with me. We can just talk and enjoy the sunshine.

I hesitated. It was the same thing that I had felt every time Melanie had suggested we do something that put us closer then 5 feet. The sense of awe, mixed with fear and lust. I shoved the feeling away, thinking quite firmly, ‘Friends. We’re just friends.’ I hobbled over to where she was sitting and managed to sit down without looking like an idiot. I leaned back, resting my back against the tree before looking over at Melanie. Same as when we were standing, when we sat, my eyes were perfectly level with her chest, and I had to work hard to keep myself from staring. Where I rested, my back was no more then a foot from hers, and the only reason my leg didn’t bump hers was because I had crossed it over the other one.

Suddenly, I shivered. I realized then that in my haste to get out of the house, I had forgotten to bring my jacket, and even with the sun shining, it was still pretty cold. I crossed my arms, sticking my hands in my armpits and hunched over slightly. I was glad that I was sitting by the tree now, because Melanie and the tree blocked the wind quite nicely. Even without the wind though, I could feel goose bumps raising on my skin and I rubbed my arms trying to get them to go away. I was so intent on getting as warm as possible that I didn’t notice Melanie’s hand till it actually touched my shoulder. I jumped and she withdrew it quickly, looking embarrassed. “Sorry, you just looked cold…um…” she trailed off, and looked away quickly, but not before I saw the blush on her face.

“I’m a bit chilly, yes…but what were you going say?” I asked, my curiosity aroused. It occurred to me that she might be a more physical person, not necessarily in a violent way, but just over all. I was right.

“Well…I um…was just wondering if you wanted me to warm you up a bit?” she said quickly, still not looking at me. I too felt my face flushing slightly, but not from embarrassment. I stared at the ground, working up the courage to answer.

“S-sure…” I stammered, wondering just what she meant by that. I had ruled out rape and things like that. She wouldn’t have bothered with an of this farce if that was her goal. Still, I was slightly nervous as to what would come now. I jerked again, as the hand touched my shoulder for a second time.

“You sure you’re ok with this? You keep twitching,” she said, her hand hovering over my right shoulder. She was sitting to my left, so that must mean that her entire arm was behind me.

“Y-yeah…I’m s-sure,” I chattered, my teeth clicking together from the sudden cold. I had gotten my blood pumping when I hiked up and now that blood had slowed down leaving me colder than I would have been otherwise. My entire body was shivering, and I felt as though my blood had turned to ice.

Melanie’s hand came down on my shoulder for a third time, and this time she didn’t pull away. She was wearing a longs sleeved sweatshirt, but I could easily see her muscles underneath. The hand moved gently down my arm and then she slid my against her side, leaving her arm draped over my shoulder. I huddled up to her warm side, resting my head on her side. “T-thanks,” I mumbled, as my shivering slowly abated. I felt a bit stupid, huddling like a child against her, but it was too cold for me to really care. While we were more or less snuggling, there was nothing suggestive or sexual about it. More then anything, it felt like sitting with someone who was just a friend. Sure, maybe a friend who I would gladly go out with, but a friend none the less. As I warmed up, I uncurled a bit and ended up almost sitting normally beside her.

“Feeling better?” she asked, smiling down at me. Her arm was still draped over my shoulder and she gave me a little, friendly squeeze.

“Yes, thanks. I feel pretty stupid, forgetting my coat like that,” I said, tilting my head back and looking up at the green pine boughs that hung above us. I did feel stupid for leaving my coat, but I was kind of glad that I had. If I had brought it, I wouldn’t have been sitting there with Melanie. Melanie didn’t say anything. She just sat there, looking at me. I couldn’t fathom her expression, but I didn’t get the feeling it was a bad one.

“Hey Jake, where do you go to school?” she asked, looking away from me. I had noticed that she seemed to look at me more when she wasn’t talking to me then when she was.

“I go to the Spanish immersion school, on the other side of town. What about you?”

"Me? I’m home schooled. My parents decided I would probably be too distracting to the students and the teachers, and they thought I would do better without all the teasing and stuff,” she sighed. Her gaze wandered around before coming back to rest on me again. Finally, I had to ask a question that had been burning in my mind since the first day I saw her.

“Hey, Melanie, can I ask you something a bit private?” I asked nervously, hoping I wasn’t crossing a serious social boundary. I didn’t want to lose her friendship, but I really had to know the answer to this question. It had been driving me insane for over a month.

“Um…sure, I guess. As long as it’s not to private,” she replied, her face changing from slightly sad to more of a worried look. I took a moment to collect my self before blurting out, “How big are you?”

At first she just stared at me. I though I had done something horrible, and she was either going to run away now or kill me. I quickly tried to backpedal. “Wait, forget it! You don’t have to answer. It’s a stupid question.”

She blinked a couple times and then started laughing. “That’s your private question? I thought is was going to be something really embarrassing,” she giggled, her laughter shaking me as well. “If you really must know, I stand 7’8” and I weigh about 500 or so pounds. What about you?”

I blushed and looked down, feeling rather dumb for having asked the question. “I’m 5’4” and I weigh about 108,” I mumbled.

She kept laughing, her laughter making my whole body shake. I was a bit annoyed by her laughter, because it seemed like she was mocking me. I almost felt like getting up and walking somewhere, but I didn’t feel like getting cold again.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that I thought we were going to be having some really weird discussion about some taboo,” she chuckled, her laughter dying away. “I wasn’t laughing at you. I’m pretty sure you’re normal for someone of your age.”

“I’m a bit short for a guy. Most of the guys in my class are taller then me, but I don’t really care. I prefer being a bit shorter,” I grumbled, my bad mood still persisting. Even tough I couldn’t get up, I sat up a bit straighter, so I wasn’t leaning against Melanie so much. I immediately felt the cold more sharply, but I fought against the urge to shiver.

She sighed and then said in an apologetic tone of voice, “Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you, I was just surprised.”

I looked up at her, glaring for a second before a wide smile split my face. “It’s ok, I’m just being grumpy,” I replied, scooting closer to her again. She returned the smile and pulled me a bit more tightly against her side. We sat like that for until the sun started to go down, at which point, we got up and started home. She walked with me, all the way to the edge of the forest again, and then said bye. I limped back towards my house, carefully storing away the feeling of sitting with her. Still, she was just a friend. Nothing less, nothing more.

Chapter 6: More?

From that day, till almost the end of winter break, I spent every single day with Melanie. I didn’t have any friends at school, because I had always been an outcast and a loner. We didn’t really go much of anywhere. Occasionally, we’d go for a short walk, but I just couldn’t go any great distance while on crutches. Due to that fact, we spent most of the time sitting together under the spying tree, just talking about whatever the hell we felt like talking about. She was my closest friend and my only confidant who I trusted completely. Both my parents were never home during the day, so they didn’t know I was gone every day, all day long.

Finally, just two days before winter break ended, there was a full moon. Melanie and I spent the day talking about some crazy theories that I had been developing. As the sun started to go down, and we got up to leave, a thought hit me. “Hey, do you want to come and meet up here at say…one in the morning to look at the moon and stuff?” I asked.

Melanie’s face lit up at my suggestion. “It’s cold enough already, and its going to be even colder later tonight, so I’ll bet it’s going to be really clear tonight,” she murmured. “Sounds awesome! So I’ll see you up here at one then?” she said, a flame of excitement glowing in her eyes. I smiled broadly and nodded. As always, she walked to the edge of the forest with me, but this time, when I started to leave, she put one huge hand on my shoulder. I stop and turned, and found her standing less then a foot from me. The hand on my shoulder moved down to my back and was joined by her other hand as she pulled me into a hug. I was pressed against her chest, my cry of surprise muffled by the fabric of her shirt, and her large chest. She held me for just a few seconds before letting me go and stepping back. I was breathing a bit unevenly, having been taken completely by surprise.

“Sorry, I felt that was necessary. Sometimes, you just need to give someone a hug, you know?,” she giggled. I had grown used to the fact that she didn’t mind physical contact with other people, and in my opinion, that was one of the really nice things about her.

“N-no problem,” I stammered, still reeling with shock. She smiled and then turned around and started walking back up the path.

“See you tonight then,” she called, waving. I waved back, and then just stood there. That hug had been the most amazing hug I had ever felt. Sure, I had held her hand a couple of times and I had snuggled against her on more then one occasion, but this had been different. The hug had been something more. I had long since stopped thinking about any sort of romantic relationship and yet suddenly I couldn’t help thinking, ‘Just friends? Or something more?’ This little realization made my moonlight meeting with her seem like some kind of turning point. I wondered if this might be it. The point at which we became more then friends. Shaking my head, I tossed those thoughts aside and headed home. I still had several hours till I could go out and meet her, so I decided to get something done. I got out a sketch pad and started to draw. Without really thinking about it, I ended up drawing her, sitting under a tree, with one leg drawn up, sleeping.

My parents went to bed fairly early, turning out their lights around ten. I sat at the computer reading online fanfics to eat up the remaining hours. At 12:30, I grabbed my crutches and after a moments consideration, I slipped my sketch pad into my jacket. I was still wearing jeans and a tee-shirt, and the night felt downright frigid, but I didn’t want to waste the time of going back inside and changing.

The moon was a luminous silvery orb hanging in the sky, lighting up everything outside. The light that it provided was nearly bright enough for me to see colors. I crutched my way up the mountain, feeling the cold of the night numbing my face and hands. It was a good bit below freezing, and the sky was totally clear. You could see all of the stars quite clearly, and it was absolutely beautiful. I arrived at the top a bit after one, breathing hard. I took a moment to regain some breath and then took a look around. The pale light of the moon illuminated the surrounding grasses, and the trees threw long shadows, almost pitch black at their bases. A silhouette detached its self from the base of the tree and stepped into the moon light.

As I have said many times, Melanie looked amazing in any light, but in the moonlight, she was beyond that. The moon wasn’t quite directly behind her, so I could see a slight profile of her face. She was smiling, and it only made her already lovely face even better looking, as the moon glinted off of her lips and eyes. I gulped slightly, glad that I had crutches to help me keep my balance. Her perfect, muscular body, covered by a sweatshirt and some pants, was outlined in a soft, shining glow. I could feel myself blushing as I stared and hoped she couldn’t see it in the moonlight.

She crossed the short distance between us to stand in front of me, now with her back to the moon. It made it a good bit harder to see her face, but I still looked up, trying to make out her features in the shadows. We stood there for a minute before I shivered slightly. It was cold enough that even with my jacket, I was cold if I wasn’t moving. Without saying a word, Melanie stepped closer and pulled me into another hug. The hug was perfectly timed, the warmth and tightness of the embrace enhancing the mood better than any words could. I sighed softly and relaxed, letting myself lean into her a bit. We stayed in the silent embrace for a long time, just sharing the peaceful moment, and the sense that, perhaps, we were becoming something more then friends. Eventually though, we broke apart, but not completely. One of her hands gently slipped around mine, and I wove my smaller fingers into hers. We slowly walked over to the tree and sat down, still holding hands.

“Beautiful night,” I whispered, marveling at the way the moonlight glinted off of the tiny ice crystals that had formed on the ground.

“Yeah…the moon is so bright,” Melanie whispered back. We spoke as though afraid of shattering the crystalline silence of the night, but in reality we were afraid of shattering the moment. Instead of saying anything in response, I just scooted myself a bit closer to her, snuggling up like a child. Still holding onto my hand, she brought it up over my head so her arm was now around me. She pulled me even closer to her, squeezing me gently against her side. I leaned over slightly and found my head resting halfway between her side and her chest. I quickly started to slide back a bit, pretty sure that I shouldn’t leave my head there, but she gave my hand a squeeze. It was a gesture of reassurance, letting me know that I was doing nothing wrong. Slowly, I went back to the position I had been in before I had moved and I felt her let out a sigh.

For someone so strong, she was surprisingly soft and I soon found myself drifting, warm and comfortable. I must have been dozing off, because I jerked slightly as she spoke. “Jake…do you like me?” she asked quietly. I could feel the slight vibrations of her voice as she spoke.

“Melanie, you’re one of the very few people who I’d call a friend,” I said, giving her hand a little squeeze to emphasize the point.

“Same here, but that’s not what I meant,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a whisper, as though she were embarrassed in asking the question. Something akin to an electric charge shot through my body and the feeling of sleepiness was erased completely. I didn’t answer right away, but my hesitation wasn’t from indecision. I was just scared to say the words that would confirm the question that had been going through my mind since we parted ways that afternoon.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely more then a puff of air. For a moment she did nothing, but then, she gently pressed me into her side. I could feel her chest giving slightly as I was pressed against it, and the feeling made me blush.

“I…I like you too. You’re the first person I’ve met who hasn’t just judged me on how I look. People always think I’m some sort of freak, but you didn’t. When I’m talking with you, sometimes I forget that I’m like this. I can imagine I’m just like anyone else,” she mumbled, hugging me tighter still.

I felt a giddy sensation of joy sweep over me. So it was true. I loved her and she loved me. It wasn’t just me being some weird kid, it was mutual. I thought back to the first day that I had seen her, jogging up the mountain while I was sitting in my spying tree. I thought about that day of spring break where she had been here earlier then I had expected and we had had an inadvertent meeting. I thought about all the stuff we had done over the past two weeks, like her carrying me when I sprained my ankle, and keeping me warm when forgot my coat. And then I thought about what had happened tonight, and how it had all seemed to fit. It was like a fairy tale, except it was actually happening.

I closed my eyes again and relaxed, letting my small frame mould to Melanie’s larger one. I was pressed tightly to her side, but not so tight that it was painful. The pressure on my body felt good, kind of like a massage without all of the rubbing and patting. We sat for a good long time, arm in arm, silently contemplating the moon-lit confessions that we had just made.

Chapter 7: Boring

When I woke up the Monday before winter break ended, it was raining. I laid in my warm, comfortable bed for a while, listening to the rain beat a gentle pattern on the roof. After a while, I got up and stepped out of my room into the silent, empty house. I had gotten my cast off and only had to wear a brace for my ankle now, so I didn’t need my crutches any more. I slowly descended the staircase, unthinkingly counting the stairs as I did. I knew it was going to be a slow day. My mind felt slightly fuzzy and sluggish, as though it had been to a party without my body. A few more minutes passed before I realized that I was still wearing my cloths from the night before. I must have come home and passed out right away. There was a weird taste in my mouth, so I went and brushed my teeth. Then I ate breakfast.

As I was washing out my cereal bowl, I felt something poking my leg in my pants pocket. I slipped my hand into it and drew out a small piece of paper and a pencil. I unfolded the paper and there was a number written on it. Under the number, Melanie’s name was scrawled. For some reason, everything that had happened after I had found out about what Melanie and I were had become a blur. I vaguely remembered exchanging numbers with her, but that was it.

I toyed idly with the piece of paper for a while, playing with the idea of calling Melanie. The rain still tapped gently on the roof, and a dense fog covered the outside world. I felt as though the fog had entered my head as well, making any sort of linear, coherent thinking more or less impossible. I was so lost in thought, I almost screamed when the phone rang. I got up quickly and hurried over to it, lifting the receiver off the base. I put the phone to my ear and said, “Hello?”

“Hey Jake!” came Melanie’s voice from the other end of the line. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today, seeing as it’s our last day before you go back to school.”

“Um…sure, but I don’t really feel up to walking today. Not in this weather,” I said, staring out at the bleak fog. Some days, I wouldn’t have minded a hike in the cool winter rain, but today was not one of those days. Today, I wanted to stay inside. “Do you want to come over here instead?” I asked, without thinking.

“Ok…how soon should I come?” Melanie asked, sounding slightly disappointed. I guess she was hoping to go into the forest. Maybe once she got here I would feel more like going.

“Whenever. I’ve got the whole day free, and my dad doesn’t get back from work till late tonight,” I said, leaning against the wall and cradling the phone between my head and neck.

“Jake, are you ok? You sound depressed,” Melanie said, a note of concern creeping into her voice. In the back of my mind, the errant thought of, ‘she worries about me too much’ wandered past, but I ignored it.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I’m just tired. I don’t really know. I think that this weather is having some kind of hypnotic effect on me. I’ll be fine though, really,” I replied, stifling a yawn.

“I’ll see you soon, then,” Melanie said, and then hung up. I stood there, holding the receiver for a couple of minutes till it started to make that annoying beeping sound it makes when you leave it off the hook for too long. I put it back on its base and shuffled over to the couch. Right before I sat down though, a shiver ran though my body. I suddenly felt cold, so I ran upstairs and grabbed my bathrobe. It was big and fuzzy and I felt a lot better once I put it on. ‘Maybe I’m getting sick,’ I thought, sitting down at the kitchen table. I sat there, staring at a wall till the doorbell rang. Again, I jumped, having been suddenly snapped out of my lethargy. I got up and walked over to the door. When I opened it, Melanie was standing there, holding a dripping umbrella.

“Hey Melanie, come on in,” I said, trying to give her a small smile. She stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind her. She took off her shoes and leaned the umbrella against the wall before turning to me. I motioned with my head towards the interior of the shuffling my way back to the kitchen. She followed me, looking around at the inside of my house.

After doing a quick inspection, she turned her attention to me. “Hey, are you alright? You seem kind of off today,” she said, looking me over. I glanced at my reflection in one of the windows. My hair was a tangled mass, looking more like a lions mane then a head of human hair. Even in the faint reflection, I could see dark shadows under my eyes and I could tell that I looked really bad.

“I don’t know. I feel drained. Unenergetic if you will,” I mumbled, turning around and shuffling over to the couch. I slumped down and curled up, drawing my legs up into my bathrobe. Melanie soon followed me, coming over to the couch and sitting beside me. Again, this time despite the warm bathrobe, I shivered. I felt as though someone were dropping little bits of ice into my blood and slowly freezing me to death from the inside out. Melanie noticed the shiver and put her arm around me, pulling me close as she had done so many times under the tree on top of the mountain.

“Do you think that you’re maybe sick?” she asked after a while.

“No. I don’t feel sick or anything, just tired, and a bit cold. My throat is fine, my head is fine, I don’t have a stuffed up nose, nothing is wrong,” I sighed, closing my eyes. Melanie’s warmth, which seemed to be endless, helped to ward off a bit of the cold, but I still felt it, seeping through my veins like a poison.

“Maybe you should go back to sleep then…” Melanie suggested, pulling me a bit closer. She seemed to be saying that I should just fall asleep there, not go back to my bed. I smiled slightly and then nodded. Soon, I felt myself drifting off, and then I was fast asleep.

I awoke a couple of hours later, to the sound of voices. Melanie was watching something on the television, but I was too tired to care what it was. I felt slightly warmer, probably thanks to the girl sitting next to me, but I was still cold. My head was still filled with the same, white fog that made it impossible to think clearly. I felt like I was drugged, and I didn’t like that feeling much at all. I grumbled something, just some gibberish that came to mind and felt Melanie’s arms tighten around me. It took me a minute to realize that the softness I was now feeling behind my head was not a pillow, but Melanie’s chest. She was sitting with her back against the arm of the sofa, with her legs out in front of her. I was pulled up against her, sitting on her lap and she had both arms around me. Another moments observation led me to realize that there was a blanket over us as well. The blanket was the last thing I noticed before the haze of fog covered my mind completely again, and I slipped back into slumber.

When I awoke for the third time that day, it was growing dark outside. Melanie was still sitting there with her arms around me, but this time, it seemed like she was asleep. Her breathing was deep and even, and I could feel my head rise and fall as she breathed. My head felt a bit clearer, and I didn’t feel quiet as tired anymore. These changes were welcome, for the feeling of perpetual confusion had been quite annoying. I saw no reason to wake Melanie. I was comfortable sitting there in her arms, just thinking.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something white outside. I looked out of the window, and large flakes of snow were falling. I smiled, thinking, ‘If this keeps up, there isn’t going to be school tomorrow.’ I felt Melanie start and her arms closed a bit more tightly around me.

“Hey Melanie, you awake?” I asked quietly, not wanting to move too much, incase she were still sleeping.

“Oh, you’re finally awake are you?” she said, her hold relaxing again.

“Yeah, I just woke up a bit ago,” I replied, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Sorry for being so boring today.”

“It’s fine. I can understand that you might need a bit more sleep sometimes or whatever was wrong,” she giggle, giving me another squeeze. In response, I snuggled up to her a bit more, loving her warmth.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” I asked, trying to think of something to do. I didn’t feel like just sitting anymore. Not that I felt like going anywhere either, I just didn’t want to sit there doing nothing.

“Sure. What do you have?” Melanie asked, letting go of me so I could get up to get the movie started.

“We’ve got a lot of stuff. What’s your favorite type of movie?” I said, pulling open the large drawer that my dad kept all of the movies in. We had more or less some of everything. Horror, comedy, action, kids movies, romance, everything. I began scanning the familiar titles, refreshing my memory of what we had.

“I don’t know…maybe a horror movie…” Melanie said. I quickly picked out some of the movies in the drawer.

“So, what’ll it be? The Shining, The Blair With Project, Scream, It, or Texas Chainsaw?” I said, listing off the horror movies that we had that were actually worth watching. My personal favorite was The Shining, because it was probably the scariest movie ever made.

“The Shining, definitely. That’s got to be one of the best movies ever,” Melanie said, as though she were reading my thoughts. I smiled and slipped the tape into the VCR. I walked back to the couch, pausing to grab a remote on my way. After clicking on the TV, I pressed the play button on the VCR remote, and soon the movie was underway. When I had sat back down on the couch, I had slipped back under the blanket, and Melanie had again put her arms around me. The movie played on, through the part where the dad stays up all night typing the same thing, and they boy meets the ghosts, and on to the chase scene at the end where the dad has the axe and he’s going after the boy. I had seen the movie enough times that I wasn’t that scared, but there were a couple parts that still got my pulse racing.

After the movie finished, I glanced out of the window again. The snow was still falling and now there was a good 6 inches of it on the ground.

“At this rate, there isn’t going to be any school tomorrow,” I murmured quietly, more to myself then anyone else.

“We can only hope. Um…I should probably get headed home. I don’t really want to get snowed in, and it’s only going to get harder to walk through the snow…,” Melanie said, sounding a bit unhappy. My guess was that she didn’t want to go. I was really tempted to extend an offer for her to spend the night, but I checked myself. My dad would be coming home, and I didn’t want him to be asking any awkward questions. I walked her to the door, we hugged briefly and then she walked out into the swirling snow, soon disappearing into the dark, flake-filled night.

Chapter 8: Sleepover

The following day, I awoke to a dim light coming through my window. Groggily, I got up and peered out at the world beyond. Everything was covered in white. With a tired grin, I staggered back to bed and collapsed again, intent on getting another hours sleep. I woke up again later to the sound of a telephone ringing. My parents had gone off to do their own business so I was the only one around to answer the phone. I got up quickly and dashed into my parents room, snatching the receiver off of the base and holding it up to my ear.

“Hello?” I said, hoping to hear a certain voice on the other end of the line.

“Hey Jake, feeling better?” came the reply in Melanie’s voice. I smiled and told her I was fine. As it turned out, her parents had decided to cancel her school as long as the public schools were canceled as well, so she had the whole day free. We made plans to meet at the top of the mountain in about an hour. Once I had set down the receiver, I headed downstairs to get some breakfast. On the table was a note from my dad saying that he was out skiing with one of his friends. My mom was still on a business trip, which had been extended for an extra week. That meant that no one would be home for a couple of days. Once I had finished eating my breakfast, I cleaned out my bowl and then went around, hunting out my snow gear. I managed to assemble a good set of items that would keep the bitter cold out, along with the wetness. After donning all of my items, which included, of course, my signature green jacket, I headed out.

By the time I made it to the top of the mountain, even with the cold weather, I was breathing hard and sweating just slightly. Like most times, I had left a bit too early and was there before Melanie. Or so I thought. I had been there a minute or so before I noticed a mound of snow off to the side of the path. There seemed to be a black dot in the middle of it. Curious, I started to move towards it. When I was about 15 feet away, Melanie popped out from behind her camouflaged fort and pegged me with a snow ball. I let out a cry of surprise and fell backwards as the tightly backed globe of snow slammed into my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I laid there for a second, getting my breath and slowly packing snow under my hand.

As I expected her to do, in just a couple of seconds, Melanie was by my side. She knelt down, a look of worry on her face. When she opened her mouth to talk though, I grinned hugely and tossed a ball of snow right in. It was a perfect shot and she jumped up, letting out a very high pitched squeak. I got up as quickly as I could and started to run but soon fell over because I was laughing so hard. I looked up from where I had fallen to see where Melanie had gotten to was met by a vision of white. Before I could react, a very large mass of snow landed on me, completely covering my upper body. Slowly, I put up one hand in a gesture of surrender and was rewarded by the sound of Melanie laughing.

Sitting up, I shook the freezing cold bits of ice from my head, brushing as much of the snow as I could out of my collar and face. Then I busied myself with trying to get some of the snow out of my jacket pockets. After a moment, I noticed something in front of me. Looking up, I saw Melanie’s face, not an inch from my own.

“Good morning, Jake,” she grinned and then leaned forward and kissed me once, just briefly on the lips. It took it a second to hit, but when I realized what had just happened, I was struck speechless. I sat there for several long moments, trying to get some thoughts together and make a half coherent response.

“Good…well…uh…I…hi,” I stammered, my mind still in shambles despite my best efforts to get it back on track. I realized my mouth as hanging open and I snapped it shut, blushing madly. Melanie stayed on her knees watching me until I tried to speak and then sat down on the ground, waiting for me to have some kind of response. She was grinning, obviously pleased at the reaction she was getting from me. Noting this made me just annoyed enough to regain cognizance.

“What the heck was that?” I managed to sputter finally, wondering whether my face looked more angry or embarrassed. Judging by the smirk that Melanie still wore, I would have guessed embarrassed.

“That, my little friend, was a kiss. It’s something that people who are dating do sometimes. Since I think we agreed that we’re dating, I’d say it wasn’t out of line,” she said, sounding like a teacher who didn’t really care all that much about a subject lecturing a student on it. She emphasized her boredom by examining the back side of her gloves. As she spoke, my anger quickly turned into straight up embarrassment and I felt my face flushing.

“Sorry…guess I just sort of over reacted. That was my first kiss after all,” I said, offering an apologetic smile. It occurred to me that her whole boredom thing could just be a façade, but I didn’t want to take the chance. As it turned out though, she was just messing with me again. Another grin spread across her face and she let out a laugh, reaching out and patting me on the head before brushing some snow out of my hair. Then she stood up and offered me her hand. The irony of the girl helping the boy up did not escape me, but I didn’t really care. I reached up and took her hand, and she pulled me up with ease.

“So…how long were you up here, setting up before I got here?” I asked, wondering how long it had taken her to create a snow fort that was a good four feet high.

“I don’t know. I was kind of excited to see you so I got here pretty early. I probably took about half an hour to make the fort. It’s a good two fee thick too and well packed, mind you,” she said as we reached it. It was indeed about two feet thick, and very tightly packed. I kicked it and it barely left a mark. I let out a low whistle. To build something like this would have taken me several hours and she had managed it in half of one. Again, something that quite clearly showed just how different she was from normal people. The other part of what she had said made me quite happy though. She had gotten here so early because she was excited to see me…too excited to wait. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one here who was a little bit love struck. We stood there, staring at the snow fort for a while, collectively spacing out. Our reverie was broken when a loaded branch above us dropped a large lump of snow right on my head. I let out a yelp and jumped back, as Melanie burst into laughter when she saw what had happened.

I shook my head vigorously, trying to get the snow off of my head and then began clawing at the collar of my coat in a vain attempt to get the snow out before it slid down into my undergarments. Melanie stood waiting and watching, her eyes sparkling with silent laughter. After a little bit, I just gave up and let the snow melt slowly, figuring that a little cold wouldn’t kill me. My cheeks were still slightly flushed from the kiss, but the cold of the snow seemed to be a nice counter to that and I felt an equilibrium approaching. Turning to Melanie, I started to speak but was interrupted as a lump of snow finally slipped down my collar and into my shirt, making me yelp again. The laughter that had been building in her eyes finally erupted again. I scrambled frantically to get the snow out and then threw it at her. She managed to block it, but it got her to stop laughing, though she still smiled as though she were on the verge of it.

“Ok, now that the snow is done tormenting me and entertaining you, what shall we do?” I asked, scowling slightly. Before she replied, Melanie reached over and knocked a lump of snow out of my hair.

“Hmm…we could do the normal, go for a walk, or we could make something out of snow, or we could just call it a day before the snow decides you’re having too much fun and crushes you with an avalanche,” she said with a pensive look on her face that transformed into a grin at the last part. I stuck my tongue out at her but had to laugh in spite of myself.

“While I may admit to weakness, love and things such as that, I will never admit defeat, no matter who my enemy is!” I proclaimed, sounding like a hero from some B rated action movie. I went so far as to strike the triumphant pose, but that was somewhat ruined by another piece of snow sliding off my head, pulling my wet hair into my eyes. Flicking it out of the way, I sighed. “Nah, I’m good. I want to stay out for a while still. Walking in the snow is always nice and pretty, but we should build something at some point,” I said, pulling my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ears.

“We could have another snowball fight you know,” Melanie said, grinning evilly. As she said that, she bent down, gathering up some snow into a snowball that could probably have knocked me unconscious. Thinking quickly, I stepped very close to her so that my face was just an inch from her chest.

“No…all I’d do is stay close to you so that you couldn’t get a throw off at me, because I know that if you did, I’d be screwed. One hit from one of your snowballs and I’d probably get pulverized,” I laughed, looking up into her face. She smiled down from her great height for a moment and then tossed the snowball away, pulling me into a hug.

“Ok then, snowball fight is out because my boyfriend is going to be a wimp about it,” she laughed. I blushed a bit because it was true. I was too much of a wimp to even want to try taking her on. We stood there for a moment longer, thinking. Then Melanie said, “Lets just walk and we’ll see what happens.” I nodded and we set off into the woods where we so frequently walked. Though we had both walked the path many times, it was a completely different world in the snow. All of the normal sounds that the trees and the birds and the forest itself made were silenced by the thick, white blanket that the sky had cast. The air smelt of freshness and serenity, creating a mood of silent comfort between us. The only sound we made was that that our feet created as they broke the flawless landscape of glittering ice. Unconsciously, we moved closer together, our hands finding each other and intertwining a bit clumsily.

I lost track of the time which we spent walking together through those silent, mystical woods, but the trip came to an end in the meadow at the base of the mountain. As we stepped out of the shadowy cover of the trees and into the slightly brighter overcast day, my foot caught something. I remember distinctly as I felt it snag thinking, God damn it, not again. The next instant, I found myself face down in the snow for the third time that day and the seemingly endless silence that had stretched between Melanie was broken by her burst of laughter. Sighing, I picked myself up out of the snow and brushed my face and jacket off.

“I think the mountain has made it clear that quite time is over, so may I suggest that we do something else?” I said, glaring at the blackberry vine that had tripped me. The only good thing about this was that Melanie seemed to think it was funny and didn’t seem to think I was stupid, despite my many errors that day. That was definitely something that made me feel a little bit warmer in spite of the snow dripping down my collar again.

Melanie took a while in responding, mostly because she had to stop laughing. After she stopped, she stood for a moment, thinking and then, with an odd look in her eye that suggested something that was possibly devious, she said, “Jake, are you opposed to camping?”

I looked at her in surprise, trying to figure out what she was getting at. “Um…yeah, I like to camp. I go with my parents during the summer sometimes,” I said, in a tentative voice. “How does that relate to now though? It’s winter and we have nowhere to camp,” I added. As I said that though, I looked around and started to realize what she meant. “Unless…are you suggesting that we sleep out here in the meadow?” I asked, staring at her in disbelief.

She nodded happily. “Yeah, I was thinking we could go to our houses and get some camping gear, bring it up here, cover the tent in snow to make sort of an igloo and then camp out up here for the night. I can bring a tent that’s big enough for both of us, so all you’ll need to bring is a sleeping bag. We should probably eat before we come up so we’ll have to make a meeting time. If you’re up for it that is.”

“I’ve never gone snow camping before, but I don’t see why not,” I smiled. “Oh, and I could bring up a cook stove and some ingredients to make hot chocolate.”

“Sounds good. What say we meet back here in an hour?” Melanie said, glancing down at her watch. “That means we’ll be up here at five and that gives us about a half an hour till dark to get the tent set up and covered.”

We discussed a couple other minor details and then headed off to our respective homes after a quick hug that nearly broke my ribs. I took my time heading home so as not to fall again. I was already sufficiently wet and cold and I was going to have to change, but I saw no reason to be more miserable then I had to be. I got home and stepped inside after stripping off my boots and jacket. Running up stairs, I quickly changed clothes, grabbed a flash light and then headed back down. Going to the fridge, I grabbed some leftovers and popped them into the microwave oven. While they were heating, I walked to the closet where we kept all of the camping stuff. I pulled out one of the large duffel bags that we used to keep things organized when we were car camping and proceeded to put into it a seeping bag, a camping stove, the extra bottle of fuel, some matches, and a camping pillow with a water proof case. Zipping the bag closed, I went back to the kitchen and slowly ate the reheated Chinese food my dad had gotten the other night. I finished the food and put away my dishes, being immaculately clean like I always was when my parents were away. Remembering the mention of hot chocolate, I grabbed a measuring cup, some measuring spoons and then went into the pantry to get the dry ingredients. I took the cocoa powder and sugar off of the shelf, along with some cinnamon. Then, from the fridge, I grabbed a jug of milk, slipping it into the duffel bag along with the other stuff. Glancing at the clock, I noted that it was half an hour till we were supposed to meet again. Figuring it would take me longer to get up the mountain with a giant duffel bag on my back, I quickly donned my snow gear and headed off into the slowly setting sun.

I reached the meadow a bit late and saw that Melanie already had some ground tarps set out. She was working on getting the tent poles slotted correctly as I came over, setting the duffel bag down and helping the pole through the correct slot. She looked up and smiled, but didn’t say anything. We worked quickly and efficiently, getting the tent up and the rain fly on top so we could start packing on the snow. Starting from the bottom up, we covered most of it, except for the door and a small window in the side. As we were putting on the last bits, the sun sank below the hills in the distance and the very short period of winter twilight set in. Zipping open the tent, Melanie tossed in a sleeping bag and pillow. Both of them were exceedingly large, as was the tent, but I suppose that made sense, considering the size of the person who would be occupying them. Opening up my bag, I got out my own sleeping bag and pillow, tossing them inside the tent beside Melanie’s. Then I pulled out the cook stove and small pot that I had brought along with it. I poured a measure of milk into the pot and then lit the stove, setting the whole apparatus up on a rock to keep it from getting snow in it.

Finally, everything was set up and ready to go. I realized that I had not said a word to Melanie the entire time we were setting up. “Good evening,” I said in a deep, rich voice.

“Good evening to you too. I was wondering if you’d forgotten how to speak,” Melanie laughed, stepping over and giving me a hug. Instead of breaking the embrace quickly as we normally did, we stood there for a while, just enjoying the peace and stillness of the quite night. The sky had cleared up during the day and now the stars were out and shining brightly like so many pinpricks on the vast black backdrop that was the sky. Then, hearing the milk on the stove bubbling quietly, I gently let go and walked over to it, pulling it off of the burner.

“Time for hot chocolate,” I said happily as I went over to my bag and got out the ingredients. I quickly added the chocolate powder and sugar, then divided the drink up into two different mugs. I then added a little bit of cinnamon to each cup and stirred them both up. I handed one to Melanie before blowing gently on mine to help it cool. We sat down on two rocks, facing each other.

“You know, I find it kind of amazing that we’re camping out together when we’ve only been going out for two weeks or so,” I said, staring up at the sky. It was so strange to think that only two weeks or so had passed since that one day when she had decided to simply cloud watch instead of going running. It seemed like so much longer when I looked back on it.

“Yeah… it does seem like it’s been a lot longer then two weeks,” she murmured. “You know, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while.” I took my eyes off of the stars and looked at her, wondering what she was thinking. “How long did you spend spying on me from the tree at the top of the hill?” she asked. Right as she said that, I was taking a sip of cocoa and I nearly choked on it.

“Spying? Melanie, what are you talking about?” I asked, trying to play dumb. It was unfortunate that I always failed when I tried to lie to Melanie and it was clear she didn’t buy it.

“Nice try Jake. I noticed you up in the tree, but the first time, I figured it was just a coincidence. When you kept being there though, I realized you were probably watching me. That’s why I got up there early the first day of winter break. Since you kept being there when I ran by, it made sense that you weren’t scared of me, and I wanted to see if that was really true,” she said. As she spoke, I felt the bottom of my stomach drop out. This entire time, she had known that I was spying on her from the tree. Our ‘chance’ meeting was no coincidence at all.

“I don’t know when exactly…but it was some time in the middle of autumn,” I mumbled, looking down now. I could feel my face flushing from shame this time, something I wasn’t used to feeling around Melanie. Sure I had been embarrassed plenty of times by her various teasing antics, but I had never felt shameful embarrassment. I couldn’t even bring myself to look up at her. To my surprise, her large hand suddenly appeared under my chin, lifting my face so it was looking directly into hers.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been spying on you too,” she giggled, leaning a bit closer. Her face was mere inches from mine for the second time that day, but this time, I opened my mouth to say something. As soon as the first sound came out of my mouth, Melanie closed the remaining few inches between us and kissed me again. Unlike last time, our lips didn’t simply brush. Instead, her lips locked solidly into mine, her soft velvet mouth enveloping mine with an ease that left me gasping. As my breath quickened though, I found myself breathing her air, which was sweet with the scent of the hot chocolate and her natural scent. In combination, the two smells were like a drug and I found my mind dizzy and spinning within half a second. After a few eternal moments of complete confusion and bliss, Melanie pulled back, a blush just visible on her face in the quickly fading light.

“I’ve been watching you for a good while and I was always too shy to make a move…” she whispered, smiling at me softly. “I made it look like an accident because I was too afraid of messing it up to just come head on.” I simply gaped at her. Just a second ago she had been talking about how she had set it up with all that confidence and almost dismissive ease. Now, she seemed almost vulnerable, despite the fact that she could undoubtedly outmuscle any normal human being on earth without a problem.

Shaking my head a couple of times, I whispered back, “You did just fine…and I’m glad you did. Otherwise, I’d still be in the tree and we’d just be two strangers, watching each other from afar.” We sat there in the growing darkness for a long while, wrapped up in our own private thoughts about this newest relationship development. Then, perhaps as a sign to get moving again, I felt my body shake slightly and realized I had started shivering. Standing up, I said, “Perhaps we should go in?” motioning towards the tent.

Standing up as well, Melanie nodded. “You go ahead and get in. I’ll put away the stove and stuff,” she said, turning away and starting to take the stove apart. Trusting that she knew that she was doing, I went to the tent, unzipped the entrance and sat down in it, taking a moment to pull off my boots. I knocked the snow off of them and then slipped them into the duffel bag to keep them dry though the night. Once my shoes were stored, I slid into the tent and started straightening out all of the stuff that we had in there. I laid out both of the ground pads and on top of them, the sleeping bags. Shivering still, I slipped into mine, only taking off my outer coat and snow pants. Perhaps the sitting still on the rock for a long period of time with no external source of heat such as the sun had pushed me past my limit, perhaps I just hadn’t noticed the cold. Whatever had happened, I was suddenly a lot colder then I should have been and pretty sure hypothermia was setting in. I curled up in my sleeping bag, praying that the cold would go away. A couple minutes later, Melanie came into the tent. In the darkness, I could make out her outline and enough detail to see that she was taking off several layers on both her top and bottom.

Before she slid into her sleeping bag, she flicked on a small lamp and set it at our feet. I watched her the whole time, still curled up into the fetal position in a vain attempt to regain my internal warmth. After shifting a couple of times and getting comfortable, Melanie looked up at me. Her expression immediately changed from whatever it had been to slightly worried. “Jake, are you ok?” she asked quietly, raising an eyebrow at my balled up appearance.

Not trusting myself to speak without my teeth chattering, I just nodded. I wasn’t going to let her start worrying about me so soon after we had just had our first real kiss. Having her worried would totally kill the whole mood of romance that had been woven. As per usual though, I could tell from her expression that she was very far from convinced. Cursing silently, I said, “I’m fine, really. I j-just f-f-feel…” As my teeth started chattering, making me stutter, I simply stopped talking, knowing that the lie was pointless with physical evidence like that. “Alright, I’m r-really c-c-cold,” I muttered, cursing again inside. There went the romance.

“Why didn’t you say something earlier? For all we know, you have hypothermia now,” Melanie said, small lines of worry creasing her forehead. “You need to get warm,” she muttered, seemingly talking to herself now. “Well, I don’t know how comfortable you are with this, but it seems like the best option. I’m thinking that you should share a sleeping bag with me. Yes, I know it’s close and all that, but for one I’m really warm and two, we’re dating anyway so yeah,” she said, grinning in a manner that was at the same time slightly embarrassed as well a devilish.

For a long time, I just gaped at her, trying to find words to respond to her suggestion. The thoughts in my mind were scattering like fish in a pond. Some of them were shouting how outrageous her suggestion was. Others were saying, ‘Hell yes!’ while others were simply saying, ‘You’re cold as hell and she’s warm. Man up and get in the bag.’ Finally, I just nodded again, not able to get one thought stream strong enough to formulate words.

I unzipped my bag and as I did so, Melanie started shaking her head. “Again, I hate to say it, but how do you expect to get warm if you’re wearing all of that clothing. You’re going to need to let the warmth in and if you do indeed have hypothermia, all that clothing is going to do is keep the heat out. You’re going to need to strip down to a shirt and pants at the most,” she said, now smiling helplessly. She seemed to be genuinely sorry about me being so embarrassed. I laid there, eyes closed for a bit longer until a powerful shudder wracked my body. Letting out a sigh, I quickly stripped off my sweater and over shirt, leaving just my thin short sleeved shirt. For my pants, all I had left on was my boxers. Quickly, Melanie unzipped her sleeping bag and opened it up. Before I laid down, I glanced at her nighttime apparel. She was dressed in a low cut, tight shirt and a pair of small pants that looked far too cold for weather like this.

“Stop staring at get in already. All of the warmth is going out,” Melanie giggled, patting the small bit of empty sleeping bag in front of her massive frame. Moving quickly, I laid down with my back to her, still keeping a bit of distance. Immediately, she pulled me closer so my back sunk into her chest a bit and my body was just about as close to hers as it could get. She reached over and zipped the zipper closed. Only my head stuck out of the bag, the rest of my body now pressed into hers by the sheath of fabric that surrounded us both. “There. Nice and cozy aren’t we?” she giggled, her arms going around me and pulling me a bit deeper into her cleavage.

“Y-yeah…much b-better…” I stammered, feeling a bit of warmth burning into my face now. I was so close to her now that I could feel her heart beating and my body was shifted back and forth as she breathed. Her warmth was quickly erasing all the feelings of cold that had permeated my body. The shivering subsided and my body relaxed, soothed by her warm, all encompassing embrace. Still embarrassed, I tried wriggling a little bit to see if I could get just a couple inches further away but all that happened was Melanie’s grip tightened a little bit and my torso slid a tiny bit deeper into her chest. I was absolutely astounded at just how large, deep and soft her chest was. Of course I had been able to see it and I had been hugged to it on a couple of occasions, but this was different. Now I was simply being crushed into it and it was a whole lot deeper and softer then I could have imagined. I had no doubt that Melanie knew what she was doing and I was absolutely positive that she knew I was liking it, no matter what I might say.

“Mmmmh…you’re even smaller then I thought…” Melanie whispered in my ear, giving me a slight squeeze. “I always knew you were pretty thin, but you’re nothing but a bit of muscle and skin over some bones. In a way…that makes you just that much cuter.”

“Hey now, just because I’m not seven and a half feet tall and I don’t weigh five hundred pounds doesn’t mean that you can make fun of my weight,” I protested, wriggling in her tight embrace. She just laughed and hugged me closer, her actions easily defeating my argument. I shook my head in slight annoyance but mostly in resignation. She could make fun of me as much as she wanted in this position and there was no chance of being able to come up with a decent counter argument or of me getting mad at her. My head was too clouded by her scent and feeling to be any good at arguing.

“We should try to sleep some time tonight…” Melanie murmured after a couple of minutes. Now that I was warm and comfortable, a bit of sleep didn’t seem like a horrible idea. I nodded slowly, my mind fogging over with the sleepy curtain that lets you know when it’s time for lights out. “S-sounds…like a p-plan,” I yawned, snuggling closer to Melanie and sighing softly. She chuckled again and slipped one hand out of the sleeping bag, cupping it around my face. Turning my face towards hers, she bent down just a little bit and kissed me on the lips again before releasing me and sliding her arm back around my body.

“Good night, little love,” she whispered, giving me one last little squeeze before letting out a long sigh and relaxing completely. Soon, her breathing became slow and rhythmic, creating a steady back and forth motion that gently shifted my whole body. The movement of her chest ever so slowly rocked me to sleep, cuddled up to her, embraced in her body and in her warmth, more comfortable then I had ever been in my life.

Chapter 9: Lewd Awakenings

The following morning, I woke up encased in a warm, soft wrap. It was still dark, and very quiet, but there was a bit of light filtering through the window of the tent, illuminating the inside in a very pale gray. Shifting and rolling over, I immediately found my face just above Melanie’s prodigious cleavage line. My body was tightly embraced by her arms and chest and there was no chance of me getting up without waking her up. Waking her up was the last thing I wanted to do though. She was breathing softly, a couple locks of her long hair hanging over her face, moving with her sleeping sighs. I smiled at the sight, then slid one arm lose and gently lifted the stray strands away from her cheeks, slipping them behind her ear. Then, sliding the arm over her, I closed my eyes again and let my head settle into her breasts, slowly slipping back into a light slumber, waiting for her to awaken.

Just a couple of seconds later though, my eyes snapped open again. I distinctly remembered being pressed into the fabric of Melanie’s shirt the night before…and I had been wearing a shirt as well. Now, by the feel of it, my shirt was gone, and so was hers. My pants were still on, but that was it. Carefully lifting up the edge of the sleeping bag, I peered into it, trying to see Melanie’s clothing status. My face burning like a furnace, I lowered the edge of the bag back down. During the night, she had stripped both of us down, me to just my pants, her to just some panties and a bra. Just to add insult to injury it seemed, she had some how actually slipped me between her bra and chest, imprisoning me in a cage of cloth and flesh. Either that, or I had, some how, in the middle of the night managed to get inside of her bra, but that didn’t really seem possible. I turned over again and reached down, testing to see if the clasp was on the front or the back of the bra. Before I could figure it out, Melanie decided I had moved enough. Mumbling something in her sleep, she quickly grabbed me and crushed me into her body, pinning my arms to my sides and forcing my face and chest against her. I could barely breath, but I was able to get enough air to keep from seeing the little motes of colored light that one normally sees when they are lacking sufficient oxygen. After a couple of seconds, she stopped constricting and simply held steady. Experimentally, I tried shifting but found myself unable to move. Sighing softly, I settled in for the wait till she woke up.

Soon though, Melanie started to make sounds. The sounds evolved and quickly became words. As she spoke, some things started to come through clearly. The first clear word I heard was Jake, followed by kiss. Blushing, I realized she was probably dreaming about us kissing again. I smiled, glad that I wasn’t the only one who had the kisses from the previous day on my mind. Melanie being Melanie though wasn’t just going to dream. As she kept talking, one of her arms slid itself off of my body and traced up my back, coming to my head. One of her massive hands went under my chin, pushing my face up to look into hers. Her eyes were closed and I could see her eyelids flickering back and forth, clearly showing that she was dreaming. Then, with startling clarity, she spoke a very coherent phrase. “Jake…kiss me. Please, just one good kiss on the lips…” she said, smiling.

“Melanie, don’t play games…you’re awake aren’t you,” I chuckled, blushing again. She was just messing with me as usual. But her eyes were still closed and she wasn’t blushing at all, both of which would indicate that she was still asleep. To confirm this, she shook her head, frowning a bit.

“What do you mean, don’t play games. I’m not playing a game Jake…It’s just a kiss…” she mumbled, her face coming closer to me. ‘Dear god…she must be having some kind of semi-waking, really realistic dream…’ I thought, leaning my face back slightly. I didn’t feel right kissing her when she was in a state like this. It would be like making out with someone when they were drunk. At this point, the slight frown became a full frown and her other arm came up, gently pushing my head closer to her. My body was still pressed into her cleavage and I couldn’t move my head away from hers.

“It’s just a kiss, Jake. Why are you acting so scared?” She teased, her eyes never opening, a lock of hair drifting in front of her face. I tried to say something, but my voice was stuck in my throat. Slowly, at what seemed to be an almost glacial speed, she brought our faces closer. My mouth was slightly open when our lips met, and to my surprise, hers was too. I let out a yelp, but it was swallowed up by the cavern of her mouth. Quickly then, her tongue darted out and tickled mine, teasing it with little strokes and pokes. I squirmed and tried to thrash to wake her up and stop this madness, but one of her legs wrapped around mine, immobilizing me completely. I was at the same time, terrified and in bliss.

Without warning, a shudder passed through Melanie and her breathing stopped. I saw her eyes snap open, looking directly into mine. She was frozen for a second and then, all at once, she pulled her tongue out of my mouth, jerked her head away from me, pushed me out of her chest and unwrapped her leg. Her face was bright red and wore a look of surprise, embarrassment and shame. We laid there for a long time, just staring at each other. Then, the most surprising thing of all happened. A single, small tear dripped down her face and she whispered, “Jake…I’m so sorry…” before turning her face away. “I was dreaming…I didn’t have control…I didn’t mean to…You must hate me…I’m…sorry…” she mumbled, her body starting to shake a bit with suppressed sobs.

“Melanie…I don’t blame you. You were asleep…I didn’t stop you. Don’t blame yourself. And if it’s any consolation…I, um…I liked it,” I mumbled, reaching a hand out and wiping away her tear.

“You…liked it?” she gulped, her sobs receding a bit. I nodded sheepishly, blushing a lot. Of course I had liked it. I had just been frenched by the girl of my dreams, even if she had been sleeping. Tentatively, Melanie reached out and embraced me again, pulling me close to her. As I was pressed up to her chest again, something occurred to me.

“Uh…Melanie? I think you broke your bra…” I said, noting the lack of fabric touching my back as she hugged me. Slowly, a look of horror spread over her face. Then she scowled. “I’m going to check, and I swear, if I see you peaking, you’ll never get to touch me again,” she grumbled, reaching one hand down and lifting up the edge of the sleeping bag. I chuckled and kept my view resolutely past her shoulder. I heard her swear softly under her breath, confirming my suspicions.

“Yeah…I managed to break it. Fuck. I have to special order those things from a manufacturing company in New York at fifty bucks a pop,” she moaned, shaking her head. “Why don’t you go ahead and get dressed and then wait outside while I figure out how I’m to deal with this,” she said, unzipping the sleeping bag and pushing me out. I yelped as I rolled onto the cold ground. I jumped up, facing away from her and quickly slipped on my pants. She may have broken her bra, but I had my own problems, and I wasn’t about to let her see them. I then grabbed my shirt and sweater, followed by my jacket. Lastly, I slipped on my socks and then boots. Before going outside, I looked back at Melanie. She was watching me with a slight smile, as though she were laughing to herself for some reason. This struck me as odd, seeing as she had just snapped a fifty dollar clothing item, but I figured it better not to ask, because I knew I would get a decent answer if she wanted to tell me and if she didn’t, then I’d get no answer at all.

Unzipping the tent, I stepped outside into the cold of the winter morning. It was an overcast day and the clouds were a deep gray, oppressive and glowering. The air was still and ice cold, stinging my lungs and nose as I breathed, my breath coming out in puffs of smoke. I wrapped my arms around myself, walking around to keep warm. More snow had fallen since last night, so the clouds must have come in shortly after we went in. The top layer was frozen and crunched underfoot, leaving deep prints where I stepped. The snow was a good two feet deep now, deeper then I could ever remember it being before. I stared in wonder at the snow blanketed hill, all of the evergreen trees wearing a layer of white on top of their ever present green. The whole world seemed quiet, as though no one else in it had woken up yet. I could hear the occasional sound of Melanie doing whatever she was doing in the tent, but for the most part, my only company was silence.

After a couple of minutes, the sound of a zipper announced Melanie’s departure from the tent. I turned towards her, wondering what surprises were in store for me. She looked exactly the same though. Cocking an eyebrow, I said, “I though were going to do something special.” Laughing, Melanie shot back, “Yeah, but not where you can see them. I just needed to figure out something that I could use for a temporary bra till I can get home.” I rolled my eyes and walked back to the tent, reaching inside and pulling out my bag.

“I guess we’d better pack up and get going then,” I said, starting to stuff my sleeping bag, which was cold as the snow into its stuff sack. Melanie didn’t reply. I finished stuffing my sack before turning around to see why she hadn’t replied. She was just standing there, staring at me, contemplating something. I waved my hand at her, trying to get her attention. “Hey, Melanie, wake up. You’re not dreaming any more,” I said.

She looked at me and then shook her head, smiling. “Sorry, I was just thinking about my dream. You’re right. We should get packed up,” she replied, reaching past me and getting her own bag. We quickly broke up the camp, doing our best to get all of the snow off of the stuff before we folded it up. In not too many minutes, we had managed to get everything stored away and were ready for the return journey. We walked till we came to the point at which we would normally diverge to go to our separate homes. To my surprise, Melanie just kept walking towards her house. After going twenty or so steps, she turned back and looked at me as if to say, ‘Well, are you going to come or not?’ Confused, I started after her. As I reached her, she started walking again.

“Are you taking me to your house?” I asked after we had walked for a bit. It occurred to me that I had never been to her house before. She nodded without speaking, putting one arm around my shoulder and giving me a quick squeeze. I put my arm around her waist and we walked like that till we came to the street. Sliding apart, we simply joined hands, taking the generally more acceptable show of public affection just in case anyone else happened to be around.

Chapter 10: To Hot to Handle

We walked for a little ways before turning into a cul-de-sac. Melanie lead me to a house, one that looked not particularly different from the other ones around it, save the front door. Instead of the average sized front door that most houses had the front door of Melanie’s house was about ten feet tall and twice as wide. Opening it, Melanie went inside as I brought up the rear. The interior was spacious, with no real entry hall. There was a door off to the left and two open ways, one which lead to a dining room and the other which looked like it lead to a sort of rec-room/living room area. Melanie and I took off our coats, boots and snow pants before she led me further into the house, into the living room. It turned out that the living room was directly connected to the kitchen and when you coupled that with the very high ceilings, it gave a very pleasant sense of openness.

Smiling, Melanie turned around and asked, “Do you want anything to drink or eat?” I shook my head, too nervous to stomach anything at the moment. I had spent lots of time with Melanie but being in her house, in her home territory felt a little different. In an odd way, I felt kind of helpless, not knowing where anything was or even how to get to the bathroom. With a shrug, she turned and walked over the fridge, pulled out some milk, grabbed a glass from a cupboard and poured herself some. I watched intently as she drank the milk, watching the way in which she slowly tilted the glass further back, pushing out her chest slightly. I felt myself blushing and had the sudden urge to hit myself in the face. She was drinking a glass for milk and I was sitting here gawking at her like I’d never seen her before. Shaking my head, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. When I looked at her again, she was looking right back at me, a concerned look on her face.

“Jake, are you okay? You look a bit…off set?” she asked, setting the glass down and walking over to me. Looking to save a bit of face, I smiled and said, “Nah, I’m fine. I just had a spot of vertigo, that’s all.”

She looked skeptical but seemed to believe the story enough to let it drop. We stood there for a moment in awkward silence before she broke it by reaching out and ruffling my hair. I laughed and batted at her hand, mock rejecting her seemingly condescending gesture. In response, she grabbed me and pulled me into a hug with one arm, giving me a light noogie with the other. My automatic response was to try and tickle her till she let me go, but as I poked her in the stomach, I remembered just who I was poking. My fingers hit a wall of solid muscle that gave as much as a brick wall. I went for the full five fingered tickling grasp but all I got was a chuckle. Letting me go, Melanie stepped back, grinning.

“Jake, you’re not going to be able to tickle me like that. Not when I’m ready at least, and unless you’re not ticklish at all…I’d suggest you don’t try to engage me in a tickle war,” she laughed, stepping away from me and grabbing her glass. She washed it out and slipped it into the dishwasher before turning back to me.

“So…what do you want to do now?” she asked, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Everything in her house was more or less normal sized so she looked obscenely large in comparison. “Um…I don’t know…it’s your house…” I mumbled, still slightly dazed from her sudden hugging noogie attack. She laughed again and shook her head, pushing away from the counter and walking towards me again.

“Are you still cold from being outside?” she asked stopping a couple feet away from me. She was far enough away that I couldn’t quite reach out and touch her but she was easily close enough for me to have to tilt my head back to be able to look into her face. I took a moment to consider the question, asking my body with a mental check and came up with a definite, “Yes.”

“Well then, what would you say to spending a little bit of time in a hot tub?” Melanie asked, grinning widely. I shrugged and said, “Yeah, that sounds…” trailing off when I realized the implication behind what she had just said. I was going to be seeing her in a bathing suit, the smallest amount of clothing she would have worn in front of me to date, save the awkward sleeping bag incident. I felt myself growing warm in the face as I flushed with embarrassment.

“That sounds what?” she prodded, very slowly closing the couple feet between us. Slowly, I tipped my head back, trying to keep her face in view above her chest, which was easier said then done. My thoughts were scattering again, blown away by the question in combination with her presence. “G-great…” I stammered, my eyes growing a bit wider. She was a mere foot or so from me when I said that, but she stopped and spun on her heel as soon as my answer was given, heading for the stairs.

“Okay…Just let me grab my suit and…oh, I guess you’ll need one too. Do you mind wearing my dads?” she called back to me a she walked away. “Sure,” I said, waiting till she had gone up the stairs and was safely out of view. As soon as I was sure she was occupied doing something else, I slumped down on the couch, quickly getting my mind back in order. It was amazing to me that just one person could have such a damn strong effect on me. I had just managed to get myself pretty much under control when I heard her coming back down the stairs. I stood up and did my best to act nonchalant but my attempt was blown away completely as she came into the room. She was wearing a towel that was wrapped around her from her chest to perhaps half way down her thighs and the rest of her was bare, smooth muscled skin. My mouth fell open in surprise and the mere sight of her body threatened to put me over the edge of consciousness.

“Jake, breath,” she laughed, walking over to me and putting a pair of swimming trunks over my head. Her teasing little move broke the paralysis that had gripped me and I pulled the trunks off of my head, blushing like mad.

“Um…I-is there a bathroom…where I could…change?” I asked quietly, doing my best to get my words out clearly. Melanie pointed to a door down one of the halls that lead away from the kitchen. I quickly went into the bathroom, taking one of the towels with me. I changed quickly, hoping I could hide something rather embarrassing with the towel. It worked pretty well and I though it was more or less unnoticeable, and even if it were more obvious, Melanie was too polite to comment on it when I came back.

“The tub is down here in the basement,” she said, opening a door that lead down a flight of steps and starting down it. I was mesmerized by the rippling muscles in her legs and by the tight bounce of her butt as she walked down the stairs. Before she could turn and ask why I wasn’t following her though I managed to get my mind together enough to remember how to walk. I went down the stairs carefully, doing my best to not stare at her for I was sure I would miss a step if I let my attention stray. I definitely did not need a broken neck at the moment. We reached the bottom of the stairs and Melanie lead me down another short hall to a door. She pushed the door open and we stepped into what looked almost like a hotel pool room, but without the pool and without the reeking stench of chlorine. The hot tub was open and not wanting Melanie to see me without my towel on at the moment, I quickly pulled it off and slipped into the warm water before she did.

“Feeling a little bit cold?” she chuckled, slowly pulling off her towel as well. As the towel fell away I felt my mind go into warp drive and my face turn as red as a traffic light. She was wearing a small two piece silver bikini that looked like it would snap at any second. Her entire chiseled physique was easily visible. I had never seen her this close without at least a large sweater on and the new view was more then magnificent. Her chest looked as large as ever, possibly larger in comparison to the pathetic top she was wearing. Her stomach looked like something off of a weigh machine add, only a hell of a lot stronger. Her long legs rippled and jumped with every step she took, creating a mesmerizing dance of steel corded muscles.

She slipped into the water without a splash, graceful as a cat in spite of her immense size. I was sitting on the highest step of the hot tub and my face was barely above the water but on her it came merely half way up her chest.

“Jake…earth to space cadet Jake,” she said. I had been so captivated by her body that I hadn’t noticed her speaking to me. I looked up, more embarrassed that I had been before. I let my face sink down into the water till it almost reached my nose and looked up at Melanie from there.

“Oh, come on Jake, don’t look so embarrassed. I’m not naked and I don’t mind you gawking. I’ve had people gawk at me in a bad way for so long it’s…well kind of nice to have someone staring in a good way,” she said, smiling and blushing a bit herself. I slowly sat up again, putting my whole head above water. Melanie was sitting across the tub from me but it was small enough around that her long, statuesque legs would occasionally touch mine. I was still at a loss for words, my mind trying to get itself to come to terms with my position. I was sitting in a hot tub, alone with a muscular goddess who was my girlfriend. What was a man to do?

I must have been spacing out again because the only thing I heard Melanie say was, “Okay…since you seem to be having a bit of trouble moving, I’ll help.” I looked up quickly but she wasn’t moving towards me. Not above the water. I felt her legs hook around my back and then gently, she pulled me towards her till I was within arms reach. Confused and embarrassed at being manhandled in such a way, I pushed at her legs but found no give at first. When she realized I was pushing though, she let me go, looking puzzled.

“Um…Jake? I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to push you…I though you…oh no,” she said, looking crestfallen and like she was about to cry. That’s when it dawned on me that she had been asking me if I would come over and sit by her while I was spacing out. I quickly pushed off the wall and slid over to her side of the tub, accidentally bumping into her chest with my shoulder.

“No, no….it’ my fault. I’m sorry Melanie, I was spacing out. You just caught me off guard with the whole legs pulling me in thing,” I said, reaching up a hand and stroking a lock of hair behind her ear with a slight smile. She looked down at me, surprised at first but then just happy. Gently, she put her arm around my waist and pulled me up onto her lap, pulling me back enough that I rested against her chest.

“I’m still the one who should be sorry…I should have just gotten your attention first and then asked you,” she countered, giving me a little squeeze. I snuggled up to her a bit more, not for the warmth but just for the feeling. The hot tub was quite warm, as they tend to be and of course it was wet and all of that together made the whole thing seem slightly more sexual, but the vibe was all wrong for anything like that. My head slid slightly into her cleavage as I let myself relax, but I was pretty sure she didn’t mind.

“You really like it there, don’t you,” she commented after a minute, making me start. I felt my face burn red again and was too embarrassed to even try to move away. Her observation was dead on and that, of course, made it just that much worse. “Oh relax! If I minded, you know I wouldn’t let you do it,” she added after a second, only making me blush more. I started to pull away from her slightly, intending to just move my head till it wasn’t quite touching her, but she was having none of that foolishness. Putting both arms around my chest, she pulled me much closer, making my head slip into her cleavage. I could feel her bikini top pressing into the back of my head and I could now feel her cleavage pressing my ears and my cheeks. I started to struggle a bit, but she countered me easily and said, “Jake, relax. You know you like it and it’s only going to be awkward if you make it awkward.”

I stopped trying to get away and just relaxed, letting my body start to settle against hers. My face was hardly above the water still but I wasn’t in danger of drowning. Letting go of me with one of her hands, Melanie reached behind my head and pulled her bikini strap up and over, slipping it down in front of me.

“Sorry, just don’t want to break another article of specially fitted clothing,” she said, her voice both muffled and amplified as though my ears were full of wax…or perhaps encased in something else. She brought her arm back down and hugged me again, pulling me all the way back till my small body rested against her steel abs, my legs resting on her pillars of muscle. I was encased in a steaming hot, loving, caring prison of dead sexy female muscle and soft, giving, smothering breast flesh. Her boobs were indeed a good bit larger then my head and they were almost closed in front of me. They held my head and face on all sides, save a small area of the front, permitting breath but not much else. I tried to turn my head and quickly realized it was a bad idea as the yielding pillow proceeded to engulf my face and cut off my air. I quickly turned back to dead center and felt Melanie giggle, her laughter making her chest tense and release which immediately played hell on my trapped head. I felt like my head might be crushed like a grape and little motes of light swam in front of my eyes. Thankfully, her fit of laughter didn’t last long and it soon subsided to light pulsations which felt almost like a massage.

“Don’t do that…it tickles,” she murmured, stroking the top of my head which must have been barely sticking above her prodigious bosom. What she said gave me an idea. Not sure if she could hear me, I said, “Hey Melanie, remember when you said not to engage you in a tickle war because I wouldn’t win? Well, I think the game might be on!” With that, I took as deep a breath as I could manage and turned, blowing a great big raspberry right into her chest. I felt her start laughing and felt the constrictions of her chest start to come again, but I kept on going. I could feel her stomach and chest tensing up as she tried to keep the laughter to giggles, but right as I finished and turned back to the center for more air, she exploded into full blown laughter. It sounded like a thunder clap and was followed by a crushing spasm which didn’t release like the others had. Suddenly, what had seemed like a great joke had become incredibly stupid idea. I could feel my consciousness slipping away from me as my head was crushed and whether she meant to or not, Melanie did something that made her chest not only constrict but also pressed her breasts together, pushing them into my face. Deprived of oxygen, my nose and mouth being smothered by the softness and at the same time deprived of blood flow by the powerful vice of her pecs, I started to struggle, doing my best to break free. It was for naught though and a wave of blackness swept over me, snuffing out my struggles like a hurricane would snuff out a candle.

* * *

Swimming up through a sea of blackness, I could hear something beating slowly and rhythmically. It took me a minute to realize that was the sound of my heart. I was floating in sort of a pleasant limbo, warm and comfortable. Then, something started pulling at me and I was yanked away from my current place very quickly. I felt myself speeding up and was then slammed…back into my body. I opened my eyes and saw Melanie’s face, streaked with water. Her lips were pressed to mine and she was breathing a deep breath into my body. I slowly reached up a hand that felt like it was made of lead and touched her on the face. At the touch, she stopped pushing air into me and pulled her head back, staring into my open eyes.

“H-hello sexy…” I mumbled, smiling slightly. She looked at me for a second longer and then, grabbing the back of my head and slipper her other hand under my back, pulled me up and kissed me hard on the lips. Her mouth was open, but her tongue stayed where it was. Even still, the kiss was intense enough to almost put me under again. When she broke the kiss, Melanie was crying, tears flowing out of her eyes like crazy.

“I though you were dead…I thought I killed you. Oh god…I was so scared…you weren’t moving or breathing or doing anything…” she sobbed, crushing me against her. I waited a couple of minutes till she had calmed down just slightly before pulling back and putting a hand to her lips. She went silent immediately. I reached up and wiped her tears off of her face, gently stroking her cheek once, all the while staring into her eyes.

“Melanie, it’s okay…I’m okay. I’m alive, despite my stupid idea, so no more tears. You just saved my life,” I said quietly, pushing back errant locks of her hair that had fallen in front of her face. She looked at me for a long while before slowly pulling me closer to her, pushing my chest into hers and gently kissed me. I put my arms around her neck and kissed her back, hugging her with all the feeble strength I could muster at that moment. When we broke the kiss, Melanie didn’t set me down but kept holding me, walking over to the nearest wall. She was still wearing her bikini and I was pressed against her soft skin tightly enough to feel my ribs creak, but I didn’t care. I knew she needed this to assure herself that I was okay. I let my head rest against her shoulder, gently nuzzling her neck. She giggled quietly and leaned down, kissing me on the cheek. She sat down, putting me on her lap facing her, which as it always did, put my face on an even plane with her tremendous cleavage.

With a slight smile, I said, “I think I’ll hold off on the raspberries from now on.” And that, for some reason, so simply and calmly stated made Melanie start laughing. I too found myself laughing, laughing just to alleviate the tension of the scare we had just had. After several minutes, we both got ourselves under control and just sat there, looking at each other, me looking up, barely able to see over her chest, her looking down. I was sitting on top of her legs which she had extended straight out, my feet resting between her arms and hips. Slowly, she moved her legs apart and then started to pull them in, bringing me with them. She moved into a cross legged position and in doing so pulled me right up to her. Reaching down, she took me by the sides of my chest and lifted me till my head was above her chest. Then she pulled me into another hug. Without thinking, I wrapped my legs around her back, pulling myself towards her. My arms went up around her neck and I found my head resting on her collarbone. Standing up, Melanie walked towards the door out of the room. I was pressed deeply and tightly into her chest yet again and her gait lightly bounced her chest, which in turn bounced me up and down softly, the downwards part cushioned perfectly by her soft bosom. That, combined with the warmth of her body and the warmth of the house and the lovely scent that she gave off, even after being in the pool made me drowsy. Before we made it back up to the ground floor, I was fast asleep, wrapped around her like a small child.

Chapter 11: Large and Normal

I awoke some time later, still held tightly in Melanie’s arms. She was lying on the couch, fast asleep, holding me on top of her. I had slipped down slightly and my head was resting against one side of her chest. We were both still in out swim wear and the couch was covered with a couple of towels so we wouldn’t get it wet. As I lifted my head, it felt like I was peeling my skin away from some adhesive surface. Unsure as to how long I had been asleep and unable to see a clock, I looked out the nearest window. There was a gray sort of twilight which meant that it wasn’t too late yet, probably around three thirty. Sighing, I let my head go back down onto her chest, snuggling closer and momentarily burying my face into the soft tit. I couldn’t deny that I like the feeling a lot and that it turned me on, but I didn’t want to make Melanie feel uncomfortable so I would keep that little bit of information to myself. I turned my head sideways again so I wouldn’t suffocate and laid there, comfortably resting while I awaited Melanie’s awakening.

I must have drifted off again because the next thing I remember was Melanie sitting up and waking me up in doing so. She didn’t sit up all the way, but just enough so that she could rest her back against the arm of the couch. I shifted over to the side, resting my back against the cushions of the couch, putting one arm up on the back.

“Sleep well?” Melanie asked me. I nodded and stretched my arms up over my head, making a small sound as I did. Melanie chuckled and proceeded to do a stretch of her own, reaching her arms up and being backwards, thrusting her chest up and out. I was sitting close enough that it caught me in the face and bumped me sideways. I slumped over like I’d been punched in the face, drawing a laugh from Melanie.

“We need to get changed still, rag doll,” she said, lifting her right leg which made me start to slide off of her. I quickly regained my balance and landed on my feet, standing up and stretching again. I shook my head, dislodging some water from my ears. The shaking made my slightly dizzy and that in combination with the confusion of having just awakened made me lose my balance. I started to fall sideways but was caught by Melanie’s large arm. She set me back on my feet, laughing again. Chuckling myself, I reached down and took hold of her hand, allowing her to lead me out of the room we were in. The room opened into a hallway, again obscenely large compared to the dimensions of a normal house. The hallway went for a ways, a couple of doors coming off of it before it opened into a larger sort of landing space. There was a staircase to the right which lead down and one to the left which lead up higher into the house. Looking around, it occurred to me that we might not be on the first level of the house anymore.

“Hey Melanie, that room we were just in…which room was that?” I asked, glancing behind me at the still open door. It looked odd, out of place really. All of the other doors in the hallway were closed and everything else in the house was dark. The door was at the end of the hallway and it seemed an awfully long way back to it, probably because of the scale of the house. I felt small and awkward and the feeling was only fortified when I looked at one of the doors and realized that the door handle was at the level of my shoulder.

Without looking back or down, Melanie replied, “That was the sort of living room for me and my sister to use. It’s got oversized stuff because the normal things that most people have are either too small or break when we use them, hence the need for separate sections of the house. All of the stuff downstairs is normal sized, along with all the stuff in the second story but all of the stuff in the basement and the third story is designed to be easily usable by someone who is at least seven feet tall. Originally, the house was built as a two story house but my parents added on the third story when I hit the six foot mark at age 12 and was still growing strong. Above us right now is just the attic which is where my sister keeps her weights and other stuff. I don’t really see why she uses them, seeing as she hasn’t been able to add any muscle mass to her body in over a year but she just keeps on going. I guess she enjoys it still.”

In the time it had taken Melanie to say all of this, we had gone down two flights of stairs and were back in the living room. “I think my clothes are still in the bathroom where I changed,” I said, extracting my had from Melanie’s so I could go and get them. Melanie nodded and then turned and started walking back upstairs.

“I’m going to go ahead and get a change of clothes as well…and I guess you can just come up to my room after you’re finished dressing. It’s the second door on the right when you come up the stairs. Just make sure you knock before you come in incase I’m still getting dressed,” she said, smiling at me. I nodded, trying my hardest not to imagine Melanie naked. It was hard, watching her perfect body walk away from me wearing nothing more than a swimming suit which hardly covered her at all. There wasn’t really any way I could see her more naked unless I walked in on her right as she took off her underwear.

Shaking my head and grinning, I headed for the bathroom. There, lying in a heap on the floor were my clothes, exactly where I had left them. I took off the bathing suit and took a minute to wash it and wring it out. Then I slipped back into my dry clothing, glad to have the warmth from them again. Without Melanie’s body to keep me warm, I had quickly grown cold in just the swimwear so being fully dressed was somewhat of a relief.

I headed out of the bathroom and back into the living room where I paused for a minute before going over to the duffel bag which was lying on the floor by the door through which we came into the house. I zipped it open and dug through it for a second before I found what I was looking for. I grabbed my sketchbook, flipping it open to the piece I had finished a couple of days ago. The scene was of two people sitting under a pine tree, one big and one small. There was a moon high in the sky and the people were in shadow. Everything had a crystalline, frosty appearance to it and even though it was all in pencil, the moon seemed to shine and the whole thing seemed to glimmer just slightly. At least in my mind it did.

Tucking the sketchbook under my arm, I headed up the stairs, bypassing the second level and going up to the third, turning left and then heading down to the second door on the right, just as Melanie had told me to do. I knocked and there was a momentary sound of something being pushed away followed by some heavy footsteps. The door opened and there stood Melanie, dressed in a low cut v-neck shirt and a pair of jeans.

“Took you long enough to get here. I though I was going to have to come down and get you,” she laughed, standing back so I could go into her room. It was a big room, for obvious reasons. Everything in the room was almost twice the size it would normally be. There was a very large desk in the near left corner, what looked like a double sized king bed in the back left corner, a closet on the back wall, a very large dresser with a full length mirror beside it in the right back corner and from the edge of the mirror to the close right corner, there was just one massive bookshelf. It stretched all the way from the floor to the ceiling which was at least ten feet high. To reach the books on the top shelves, I would have had to climb up a ladder or something to that effect. Besides the bookshelf, on her desk, Melanie had a computer. The monitor was large but not huge in comparison to most other monitors. The keyboard however had to be a custom made one. To accommodate her huge hands, it was a good bit larger than any keyboard I had ever seen. There was also a printer and a drawing tablet. When I saw the tablet, my heart did a little joy jump. She had to be some kind of artist to have one of those. They weren’t cheap by any means and they were really difficult for a non-artist to use effectively.

After I was in the room, she closed the door and then slipped past me, flopping down on her bed with a sigh. She laid on her stomach for a moment before rolling onto her side and smiling at me.

“So, what do you think of my lair?” she asked, gesturing vaguely at the room and its contents in general. “It’s not the greatest set up ever but it’s good enough for me…” she added. Before I answered, I had to pause for a second and puzzle over what she though I would have or like in terms of a living space.

“Well…you’ve got a bed, you’ve got a computer and you’ve got more than enough books to last you a year. All you need is a bathroom and a little dumbwaiter and you’d never have to leave your room,” I laughed, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge of it. Well, getting up on the edge really. The bed was a good ways off the floor and my feet dangled at least a foot from the ground when I sat on it.

“You really think it’s that great? I mean…it’s kind of small, but then again, I guess size is relative, isn’t it,” she chuckled as I shot her a quick little look of disbelief. To me the room was, as I said before, huge. It was easily big enough for two or three normal people to live in comfortably.

“If you call this small then I wonder what you’d call my room. It’s about the same size as two of your desks…tops,” I said, leaning back into the soft mattress till my head was against Melanie’s stomach. Because she was turned on her side, my neck was bent at a very sharp angle. Melanie took care of this though by turning again so she was lying flat and my head was sitting square on her stomach, my body perpendicular to hers. Her ceiling was a light shade of orange with streaks of blue and yellow mixed in. It looked like either a sunrise or a sunset colored sky. “Did you paint your own ceiling?” I asked after a bit, pretty sure that construction people didn’t do coloring like that.

“Yeah, I did that about a year ago. I got bored of it being just white so I got some paints and went at it. I think it came out pretty well,” she murmured. As she breathed my head moved with her stomach which was surprisingly soft when relaxed in spite of the awesome definition that lurked beneath her shirt. I felt myself starting to drift slightly and not wanting to fall asleep again, I sat up, pulling myself fully on to the bed and sitting cross legged facing her. Melanie propped herself up against the wall, sliding over to it and then patting the bed beside her. I took the invitation willingly, scooting over next to her.

“So…are you going to show me what’s in that little sketch book of yours or did you just bring that along to tease me with?” she asked, looking down at the black covered book I held in my hands.

“I don’t know…what’s in it for me?” I asked, looking up with mock skepticism. I held the sketchbook close to my chest, acting like that would stop her from taking it if she really wanted to look at it.

“Lets see…I won’t kick you off of my bed and make you look up at me from the floor when we’re talking?” she said, smiling. I shrugged and then opened the book up to an early sketch I had made of her. I had drawn it during the time in which I had been spying on her and it was a bit rough and some of the details of her face weren’t right but it had been hard to see her from up in the tree. After a moment, I looked up at Melanie to see what her reaction was. She was just staring at it blankly and the slight bit of emotion on her face could have either been disgust or surprise.

“Well? Um…what do you think?” I asked after quite a long, awkward silence. Shaking her head, Melanie looked down at me and asked, “Why did you tell me you were an artist? It’s…well, amazing, considering you drew this while only having seen me from a tree. I wish I could draw myself this well!”

I blushed and mumbled something about it not being that good but a good squeeze from Melanie but that thought off. Now, it is worth mentioning that I’m really critical of my own work. As far as I’m concerned, nothing is ever really good enough because it’s never as good as it looks in my mind. This leads to me saying that everything I draw and all of the photos I take are crap, no matter how good other people think they are. None the less, Melanie’s words gave me enough heart to show her the piece I had actually drawn for her. Flipping quickly through various random sketches, a lot of them of Melanie, I finally came to the moonlight scene. I had turned the sketchbook away from Melanie as I had gone through it but now I handed it to her completely. She took it in her free hand and smiled at me reassuringly before looking down at the picture. Before she had a change to get a good look at it though, I grabbed it back. Before she could protest I silenced her with a finger and said, “I forgot one thing.” Pulling a pencil out of my pocket, I quickly signed it in the bottom left corner like I sign all my work I give to other people and then I wrote “For Melanie” on the top before handing it back to her. She looked at me, surprised and then spent the next five minutes staring at it. I could see her eyes moving back and forth, taking in all of the little details I had put in there, hoping she’d notice them. Finally, she sighed and set it down on her lap.

“Jake…I don’t know what to say…I mean…It’s beautiful. The moment it captures, the lighting, it’s all just perfect,” she said, staring down at the picture still. Her eyes had a sort of glazed, misty look to them as though she were remembering something that had happened in the past.

“So you like it then?” I asked, trying not to look too hopeful. She slowly looked at me like I was utterly insane.

“Like it? Are you kidding me? I love it! I had no idea you were such a good artist,” she beamed, her praise washing over me like a wave of warm see water. “I’m just not sure how I’m supposed to even this out again. But I don’t have anything to give you in return. Would…well, I don’t know, what do you want?” she asked, looking slightly distressed.

“Melanie, you don’t have to get me anything. It’s a gift…you know, given for free at the free will of the owner? I just made it for you because I was bored and I though you might like it,” I said, puzzled as to why she though there was some need to balance us out. As far as I was concerned, I had already gotten so much more just in having her as a girlfriend than she had gotten in having me for her boyfriend. If anything, my tiny, insignificant gift brought us the slightest bit back towards an equilibrium point. She was having none of it though.

“Well…I can go ahead and give you this now but I’ll have to figure out something better for you later,” she said, smiling again. Confused, I started to protest but I was cut short as she lifted my chin and leaned down, giving me a kiss. All of my protests, my worries about her being worried about us not being balance, everything was shot from my mind. Her soft, luscious lips engulfed mine, her mouth open just a little bit. Her sweet, heady breath filled my mouth and I inhaled it, shivering like it was a drug. I closed my eyes, letting my whole consciousness sink into my mouth and into the kiss. I was so out of it that I didn’t notice her reaching down till she actually picked me up and set me on her lap, still not breaking the kiss. She pulled me close to her, her hand going to the back of my head. Her other arm went around me, her muscles tightening and hardening a bit, holding me with a gentle firmness. Due to our height difference, I had been pulled up to my knees and was kneeling on her thighs. The sheer size of her massive boobs kept my body from touching hers as they pressed into and around my whole chest. In conjunction with her arm, it was like being held in the most comfortable steel cage ever made. My hands tangled into her long, silky hair, keeping me as close as possible to her unbelievably sexy body. Her tongue gently teased around on my lips, then slipped them apart with an ease that left me breathless. Her tongue invaded my mouth, filling it almost completely. My own tongue touched and caressed hers, but as it was with everything else, it was so much smaller that was about all it could do. We held out our first real, intimate, fully conscious, consensual, non-panicked kiss for over a minute, neither of us wanting to pull away. Finally though, her tongue slipped out of my mouth and she pulled her head back, pulling me closer and shifting me to the side as she did. My head now rested on her shoulder as I was seated sideways on her lap. I leaned into her, slipping one arm behind her while the other one caught hold of her opposite hand. Her free hand was cradling me to her, pushing me into her chest to keep me from falling over backwards.

Smiling at me, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink she said, “That was definitely a temporary present. I’ll be sure to get you something better soon.”

“Melanie, as far as I’m concerned, one of those kisses is worth more than a million pictures each worth a thousand words. You don’t owe me a damned thing,” I mumbled, grinning like a drunken sailor and probably about as flushed as well.

We were sitting in silence and probably would have sat there for a good while longer but our special moment was interrupted by the sound of a car driving up to the house. The sound of the engine broke the mood like a hammer and Melanie and I let out a unified sigh. I found myself shaking my head slightly, miffed at whoever was coming up the drive.

“That’s probably my sister,” Melanie grumbled, shifting slightly so I could get up without having to put my hands anywhere awkward. I slid away from her body and slipped off her back and off the bed, landing on my feet. Momentarily, the feeling of vertigo you get from sitting for too long hit me, making me sway but it passed before Melanie could ask if anything was wrong. She got up from the bed as well, stretching and giving me a more than amazing view of her whole body. I noted yet again by how much she dwarfed me. Standing as we were, facing each other, my head was right level with her mammoth breasts, each of which was easily half again as big as my head. She shirt she wore was stretched tight against her stomach and lifted up to show her perfectly rigged stomach that looked like it could take a sledge hammer without a problem. She brought her arms together and clasping her hands, pulled them down behind her head, making her biceps bulge alarmingly. If I had to guess, I would say that they were, at a minimum, twenty six inches around. They were bigger than my thighs and those were around twenty two inches, hence the estimate. Her legs, I couldn’t even begin to guess at and I didn’t bother trying but I was pretty sure they were bigger around than my waist. Letting go of her hands, Melanie let her arms fall back to her side, her chest bouncing a bit as they did.

We stood there for a couple more moments before Melanie said, “Um…we don’t have to actually go anywhere or anything.” It occurred to me that her sister probably wouldn’t care if she had a friend over, but I could understand her being worried about the possibility of her sister being angry at her having a boyfriend over without their parents permission. In the slightly awkward silence that followed, the sound of a door opening could be heard coming form way downstairs. “Oh, and I don’t know it I mentioned it before but my sister is more or less the same size as me. Just so you’re not surprised,” Melanie added, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“Okay…so it’s a genetic thing then,” I said, smiling. Looking back over at the bed, I realized that I had left my sketchbook lying on it with the picture of Melanie and me under the tree on top. “Is there anything else surprising about her I should know?” I asked, stepping around Melanie and hopping onto the bed to grab the book. I rolled over and sat up, dangling m legs over the edge of the bed again, looking up at Melanie. She was staring into space, chewing her lip and looking worried. Reaching out, I touched her hand, trying to get her attention. “Hey, you’re looking a bit worried. What’s eating you?” I said, taking a hold of her hand. She wrapped her larger one around mine completely before smiling.

“Sorry, I’m just wondering how my sister is going to react to seeing you. She’s always taunting me about how I’ll never find a guy who won’t run away from me screaming,” she laughed, shaking her head. “You’re a big guy though so I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to handle her reaction, whatever it is.” I rolled my eyes at her obvious crack at my size. She let go of my hand and went over to her computer, turning on the screen. From my vantage point on the bed, I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing but I could see that it was something artistic looking. She proceeded to pick up the pen for her drawing tablet and started working. Curious, slipped off the bed and walked over to the desk, standing beside her, leaning against the desk which came up to my waist.

She was working on a picture of a sword, but to call it just a sword and have done with it would be like calling the Mona Lisa “just a face”. The style of the sword appeared to be oriental, but it was hilted, so it wasn’t a katana. It was a single edged sword and she had added immaculately written characters onto the side of it. Although it was a drawing, just a sword suspended in empty space, it looked so real that it seemed like I could reach through the computer screen and grab it. She had shaded it slightly from the front and a part of the blade reflected the light which was shining onto it. Mumbling something to herself, she quickly zoomed in on a spot which looked a bit duller than most of the painting. Even down at the tiny level, there was an incredible amount of detail. Every couple of millimeters, the shades and texture of the sword changed, giving it the appearance of rippling water. Selecting a couple of tools, Melanie quickly started to add in bits of light and touches of shadow. I watched, mesmerized by the speed and the delicacy of her work until she stopped and sat back, zooming back out to the full sized image.

“Sorry…I’ve just been meaning to fix that for a while. I going to do it while I was waiting for you to get ready but I didn’t get a chance to start. What do you think?” she asked, looking over at me. I took a while to respond, taking in all of the details and nuances she had put into it. Finally, I let out a low whistle. Even sitting, she was still taller than me and I found myself looking up a bit.

“And you accused me of not telling you that I was an artist. If I hadn’t seen you touching up that little part down there on the bottom, I’d have said that this was a photo,” I commented, going back to look at it again. As an artist myself, I could see a couple of things that weren’t quite right about it, but only if I looked really closely and only because I really knew what to look for. A normal, non-artist wouldn’t have noticed a single flaw in it

“Hey now, you know flattery will get you everywhere…be careful what you say or I might have to kick you out of my room before I do something inappropriate,” she admonished, covering her embarrassment at my comment with mock anger. I could see the tinge of blush on her face though, which gave her away. I was about to say something else but the sound of heavy footsteps made the words catch in my throat. In my amazement and rapture of watching Melanie work, I had completely forgotten about Melanie’s sister.

Chapter 12: Natasha

Melanie’s door opened slowly and standing there was another girl, easily as tall as Melanie was but she was built completely differently. Instead of having the larger, somewhat bulkier frame that Melanie had, she was much more sleek and athletic, though in comparison to any normal person, she was still unbelievably strong. She wore a top that was cut off at the bottom, leaving her strong stomach in plain view. Very low cut top had short sleeves which revealed long arms that were probably as big around as my legs. Her muscles were amazingly well defined, even though they didn’t stand out the way her sister’s did. She had jet black hair which fell down past her waist. It wasn’t tied back and it draped over her shoulders and chest which was actually larger than Melanie’s and displayed quite well by her choice of attire. Her face was similar to Melanie’s but her eyes were dark brown and her skin was paler. She was breathtakingly beautiful instead of being unbelievably cute, which I’m pretty sure was due to the slightly more mature look her face had to it. She was dressed in a pair of shorts which were hardly large enough around for her legs. Even though I could have probably slipped through one of the legs, her smooth, shapely thighs which came from a perfectly formed waist filled them nearly completely. Her legs were long and obviously muscled, but again in a much less pronounced way than Melanie’s. Even though my heart was completely and totally Melanie’s, I couldn’t help but fall a bit in love with her when she stepped into the room.

“Hey Melanie, how’s it…going…” she started, trailing off as she noticed me standing next to her sister. Her voice was a touch higher than Melanie’s and had a lyrical quality to it that made even the few halting words she had said seem almost like poetry. Her eyes seemed to be drilling into me, assessing me and practically prying apart my soul. It felt like she already knew everything about me, just by looking at me for two seconds. There was an awkward silence that stretched out until Melanie cleared her throat.

“Natasha, this is my boyfriend Jake. Jake, meet my older sister Natasha. Oh, and guess what Natasha…I wasn’t lying and I wasn’t imagining thing,” she said, smiling at her sister. Natasha laughed and took two steps towards me. I involuntarily tried to back up, running into the desk as I did so. Blushing at my unconscious reaction, I quickly extended my hand, offering it to her and hoping I didn’t look like a total idiot. Smiling, she took it, her had more than big enough to encompass mine. Her fingers were long and slender but the skin on them was tough from some variety of manual exercise. Even though she looked like some kind of over grown run away princess, she was obviously not.

“Pleased to finally meet the illustrious Jake, the boy which my sister has been raving about for the last month. I must admit, you’re a bit more real than I though. I guess Melanie’s not going to have to get psychotherapy after all,” she laughed, still shaking my hand. She was definitely taller than Melanie by a good bit and her bust was enough larger that I could barely see her face at two arms lengths and her chest was only a foot away from me. I had cranked my neck all the way back in an attempt to keep her face in view, so it was almost a relief when she let go of my hand and stepped back.

“It’s nice to meet you too Natasha,” I mumbled, smiling and blushing shyly. I had almost gotten used to seeing Melanie and now there was another girl, just as amazing and huge and gorgeous. I made two silent prayers at the same time, one of them praying that their mother wasn’t as large and beautiful, one that their mother was. On the one hand, if she was like her daughters, I’d probably end up dying from an overdose of sexy. On the other hand, just having the two of them around was probably the most amazing feeling I’d ever had in my life, similar to the feeling one gets after running a long way but without the exhaustion that goes along with it. I couldn’t imagine what that feeling would be like if there were three of them.

During my silent musings, my gaze had shifted from Natasha’s face to nowhere, and my head had adopted a more comfortable angle which left me staring right through her chest. It didn’t register till I heard Melanie giggle and I looked up at her. She was looking down at me with one eyebrow raised, looking highly amused. I burned scarlet, my eyes dropping to my feet as I mumbled out some stammering apology. Melanie’s giggling turned into full blown laughter which was soon echoed a perfect third up by her sister. Stepping forward again, Natasha reached out and put her long arms around me, pulling me in and up slightly, right into one of her massive breasts. My hands immediately went up, but they were to slow to keep my face from going into her tit. My right hand got caught by her hand and pressed into the boob while my left hand slid off of the smooth flesh and right into the center of her cleavage. My arm went in slightly past the elbow and her arm that was holding my head pressed one tit while her other hand used mine to press the other one, trapping my arm in a fleshy prison. She held me there for a full five seconds while Melanie went on laughing. Natasha’s own laughter bounced and pressed my head deep into the yielding flesh, completely covering my face with ease. She released my face, letting me gasp for breath but she kept my hands tightly clamped in place with what I’m sure was no effort at all. My face was just inches from her chest and I could hardly see her face from such a close vantage point. The look on her face very briefly turned to skeptical and then with a huge grin, she reached into her cleavage, grabbed my other hand and pulled it to the other side of her boobs. This centered me so I was staring straight into her massive cleavage. I hardly had time to gulp and take a deep breath before she pushed my arms down a bit and pulled me right into her chest.

I can imagine what it looked form an outsiders perspective. I turned my face up at the last second and managed to barely get my eyes above her tits so I was looking right up into her face. From the outside, all there probably was to see was the tiny bit of my hair and my eyes poking out from the depths of her unbelievable chest. She had pulled me up again when she pulled me in and if she hadn’t, my head would have been completely engulfed by her tits. Still holding my hands, she pushed them into the huge mass of her tits. My hands sunk easily into cushions and I squeezed as hard as I could without thinking but if she felt it at all, she showed no sign of it. She let go of my hands and I just held on for dear life, praying I wouldn’t get suffocated. The though that Melanie might just let her sister smother the life out of me with her massive tits crossed my mind but it was quickly evicted. If she had wanted to kill me, she would have done it herself a long time ago.

Natasha wrapped her arms around my body, pulling me closer to her yet again. My feet were no longer touching the ground and my legs were just dangling there, doing nothing. Natasha fixed this problem by releasing one of her arms and hiking my legs up around her so they could sit on her wide waist. Apparently content that I wasn’t going to fall now, she let go of my back and proceeded to use her hands to massage, compress and bounce her tits, making them rise and fall and smothering the living daylights out of me.

Of course, I was panicking and embarrassed as hell but every time I glance at Melanie, I saw her laughing as hard as I had ever seen which was reassuring to an extent. If she was laughing, I couldn’t be in any great danger. On top of the panic and humiliation I felt though, there was also a great deal of pleasure. My hands were kneading her breasts right along with her hands and I actually ended up looking down, immersing more of my face in the sea of flesh that held me. My legs were wrapped around her in a death grip but it phased her as much as a belt would.

After god knows how long, Natasha let go of her tits, wrapped her arms around herself and her chest and gave one last almighty squeeze, pushing her boobs together with enough force that they finally did cover my head completely. The enormous pressure hurt some but it was so perfectly gauged that the paint was lost in the utter pleasure of the sensation. Then the pressure was released and air and light came back into my world. Natasha reached down and easily unwrapped my legs even though I was squeezing with everything I had. She gently took me under the arms and pulled me out of her cleavage, setting me down on the edge of the bed. I was gasping for air and it was all I could do to keep from falling over backwards onto the bed. Natasha leaned over, putting both of her arms under her boobs and pressing them together, smiling at me as she did. She gave me a kiss on the forehead and then stood up, soaring back up to her full height.

“Don’t worry about it. Every guy who I meet stares at me but you’re probably the first who’s stared at me with that mesmerized of a look. Normally it’s a cross between horror and lust but that was just pure hypnosis right there. Plus, you’re my sisters boyfriend and we share just about everything so I’m pretty sure she’ll be willing to share. You’re as cute as she said and if you’re anything near as nice and cool as she’s made you sound, I’m sure we’ll get along great,” she said, grinning a perfectly white movie star grin at me. I sat there, staring open mouthed after her as she turned and glided out of the room, moving gracefully as a dancer. Melanie was anything but clumsy but her sister made her look down right coarse. As she turned to close the door, she shot me a wink, then shut it as gently as she had opened it.

It took Melanie a bit to stop laughing and I was in no state to be saying much of anything either. I sat there, staring blankly at the floor, my whole mind feeling like a punching bag after three hours of boxing practice. When Melanie finally did stop laughing, she wiped the tears out of her eyes before asking, “So, what do you think of Natasha? Nice enough for you?”

I looked up at her slowly, aware that my face was still a deep shade of red. Blood was pounding in my head and cheeks, making a thudding that made it almost impossible to think clearly. I shook my head several times before flopping back onto the bed, covering my eyes with one hand. Melanie waited patiently, still giggling occasionally. After a bit, I sat back up, rubbing my hand over my face a couple of times.

“What…in the fuck…just happened,” I exclaimed, still shaking my head at the impossibility of what had just happened. “I just practically got raped by your sister…who I’ve never even met…and she did it like she knew what I like and gave me no choice but to enjoy it. You said there was nothing else to tell me…but you could have told me she was going to do that! I’m sure you knew…that’s why you were laughing. It was one of the hottest, most erotic things that’s ever happened to me but still…what…the…fuck.”

I could see another fit of laughter growing on Melanie as I mentioned her being more than friendly. She held it back until I finished talking and then burst out again is a full blown gale of laughter that left her with tears streaming down her face.

“I’m s-sorry…” she gasped, wiping the tears away again, “That’s why I was a bit hesitant about her reaction…I was just considering whether to tell you or not. I guess I do owe you a bit of an explanation though. After about the second week of us going out, she told me that I had gone on so much about you that she was going to have to give you some kind of special greeting. I don’t think she knew exactly what she was going to do but I’ve noticed that you seem to like my chest a lot and I kind of said as much one time…and she told me that when you came over, the first time she met you she would give you the best smother hug you’ve ever had. I was a bit worried about it at the time but after the way you handled the whole sleeping bag and the hot tub incidents, I figured you could handle whatever she was going to dish out. I am sorry that she went that far. I wasn’t quite expecting that. Really though, you should have seen the look on your face when she was pulling you into the hug. You looked like a fifth grader who is just starting to think girls are hot who had stumbled into a girls locker room while three different teams were in there changing…and found out they all liked them young.”

As my blood started to settle and my heart stopped doing its calisthenics, I began imagining what I would have looked like to Melanie or to anyone who was watching. Melanie had been overcome by another fit of giggling and I found myself laughing right along with her. The whole thing had been so ridiculous and set up that it was impossible not to laugh. However, even though this had been a setup, I wasn’t convinced that was all there was too it. Natasha’s little speech about how she and Melanie were really close and how whatever was hers was basically Natasha’s as well was sticking in my mind. Melanie had been laughing too hard to see the look on Natasha’s face but I had seen it and it wasn’t all fun and games. There had been some real want in those eyes and I found myself wondering if Melanie would really be willing so share. After that, I certainly hoped so.

* * *

Melanie and I spent the rest of the afternoon sharing out artwork, talking about books and sitting on her bed snuggling together while watching anime on her computer. It turned out she was quite the anime watcher and we had a lot of the same favorites. Around seven, I realized it was really dark and that my parents didn’t really know where I was.

“I think I need to be getting home Melanie…my parents will be starting to worry soon,” I said, stretching and leaning against her side after we finished a episode of Gurren Lagan.

“You don’t look very ready to go,” she said, looking down and giving me a squeeze. I smiled and very slowly slipped out from under her arm. I stretched again, and then picked up my sketchbook and pencil from the desk where I had set them. Melanie got up too and opened the door, waiting for me to make sure I had everything. We had just started for the stairs when Natasha came down the other flight that lead up to the attic.

“Hey Mel, mom is on the phone in the attic. She wants to talk to you,” she said, pointing up the stairs down which she had just come with her thumb.

“Okay…um, why don’t you just hang here with Natasha till I get back. This should only take me a minute,” Melanie said, walking past her sister and heading up the stairs. I watched her as she walked away and then turned to Natasha. While I had been watching Melanie, she had stepped closer to me and was standing with her chest inches from my face again. She had been doing something athletic because her long hair was tied back now and she was wearing an oversized sports bra and a pair of small spandex pants. I gulped.

“Relaaax, I’m not going to eat you. As Melanie probably told you, that stuff in her room earlier, that was just me messing around,” she smiled. Then, her face turned a bit more intense and she leaned closer to me, her boobs swinging into my shoulder. “I was serious about Melanie sharing you though. We’ve made an agreement that if you agree to it, we’ll both have permission to do what boys and girls do, whether it be with me, Melanie or both of us at once,” she whispered. I felt a shock run through me and I stood up ramrod straight. Natasha stood up and as I started to turn towards her to say something, she grabbed me again and pulled me to her breast, silencing me.

“Don’t answer now…take your time and think it over carefully. I’m willing to let you decide if you want Melanie to share you…but if not, I might just have to try and take you for myself,” she said, pressing me into her tit with more force, cutting off my air and vision. She was covered in a light sheen of something that smelled sweet, possibly oil and her bra was paper thin and wet to boot. She rubbed my face against her tit gently, slowly pushing me deeper and deeper into it, filling me completely with her heady scent and the tantalizing feel of her body. “Oh, and lets keep this little incident that we have going on right here our secret, okay?” she giggled, wrapping both her arms around my head and crushing it into her with frightening force. I managed a weak nod, my head swimming from sensory overload and the immense pressure she was smothering me with. Once she was sure she had my agreement, Natasha let me go, my face sticking to the wet surface of her chest. I peeled it away, taking a gasp of air but I only got half a lungful. Before I could finish inhaling, she grabbed me again and pushed me into the other tit. This time I pushed weakly at her, first trying to move her hands and then trying to move her tit enough to breath but every time I came close, she would just pull me further in. The slick surface of her already soft boobs was so slippery that one ended up in her cleavage again and the other one was on the far side of her boob. Using her left hand, she held my head firmly into her right tit while compressing my hand and holding it in her crack. She grabbed my other hand and pulled it up, pulling me into her tit from a different angle so that I was pushing straight through the center of it. Then, with speed that I don’t understand still, she let go of my head, grabbed my other hand and pulled it up as well, pulling me straight up into her tit. She took both of my hands in one of hers, managing them easily and said, “Now, unless you feel like spending the next hour as my man bra, I’d suggest that you go ahead and wrap your arms around my neck nice and tight.”

Fearing for my life now and no longer really enjoying this game at all, I clasped my hands behind her neck which kept my face firmly planted into her chest, just the way she wanted it. I stupidly tried to say something but as soon as I opened my mouth, the exceedingly large amount of flesh that was pressed into my face actually started to go into it and I found myself with a mouthful of boob. I couldn’t get the soft, bra covered, oil scented flesh out of my mouth so I was now stuck basically sucking her tit, trying as hard as I could to get air. One of her hands was at the base of my skull, pulling me against her while the other one gently rubbed my back. She made ironic little cooing noises, as though she were trying to calm me down when the only thing that had me agitated at the moment was her. Releasing my head, she reached up and unhooked my hands from behind her neck. If I didn’t know better, I would have though she was going to let me go now but I already got the impression she knew just exactly how long Melanie would to get off the phone and she intended to do whatever the hell she wanted to with me until then.

Pushing me away from her but still holding onto my wrists, she separated my face from her boob again, smiling hugely. My face was covered in oil, my breathing ragged and distressed. I took huge gulps of air, trying to get my heart to stop pounding like a jackhammer. I was pretty sure it was hopeless but I had to try and stop this before Natasha ended up killing me, by accident or on purpose. My hands and arms were slick with oil as hers were meaning that if I were to pull away sharply enough, it might be possible for me to get away from her, but there was only one safe place and that would be with Melanie. Melanie didn’t know that her sister was like this. She had only seen the nice, laughing, joking Natasha who was just her older sister, not this Amazonian mistress who took pleasure in doing whatever she wanted with poor guys. Considering her size advantage and her far superior strength, there was little chance of me making it up the stairs before her, even though I was very quick on my feet. Since physical resistance probably wouldn’t get me anywhere, I decided to try a more tactful approach. I figured it couldn’t really make things any worse than they already were.

“N-Natasha…please stop this,” I stuttered, looking up over her chest at her face. “I don’t know if this is what you think I’ll enjoy but I’m not enjoying it. I don’t mind hugs and stuff but this is WOAH!” My words were cut of as she rolled her eyes and jerked me towards her again, pulling me straight into her cleavage. As I moved towards her, after she had jerked on my arms, she let them go, relying on momentum to carry me the rest of the way in. She had pulled up so my feet weren’t quite touching the ground, depriving me of any traction I could use to reverse my flight path. As I came on she pulled her massive canyon of a chest open, allowing me to slip right into those well oiled walls. As soon as my face was almost touching her actual chest, she let the huge globes go. At this points I noticed something I hadn’t noticed before about the bra she was wearing. It was open at the front and the whole thing was actually big enough that the connector straps were all the way against her chest leaving nothing to keep me from going, save her boobs themselves crashing in on me. They slammed together with the force of two wrecking balls, battering my poor head silly. My body kept going forward, my arms flying around her. Again, with unbelievable quickness, she simultaneously grabbed my hands behind her back and laced them together and somehow, gently cushioned and then lifted me off the ground with her thigh which she shoved between my legs. Now I had my head shoved all the way into her cleavage, my arms were tightly wrapped around her and I didn’t dare let go for fear of her just smothering me to death for non-compliance and I was involuntarily straddling her thigh, leaving me with no purchase to gain leverage from. I felt her laughing silently as she let go of my hands and wrapped her arms around her boobs, squeezing the two sisters around my head. With her thigh she pushed me upwards, using my body to lift her breasts just slightly away from her chest. The sheer weight of them made my shoulders and back scream but I was trapped as tightly as a mouse in a mousetrap. Finally, she let go of her boobs and the immense pressure relaxed, allowing me to swim up from the brink of unconsciousness.

Without warning or provocation, she then rammed her thigh upwards, crushing my crotch and my back between the force of her thigh and the weight of her boobs. I tried to scream out in agony but all I got out was a raspberry on her boobs. Her hand grabbed my arms again, pulling me off of her and then, transferring both of my hands to one of hers, she pulled me away from her body completely, holding me at an arms length. I did my best to stay silent as last time talking had only gotten me a lot of pain. I felt battered and broken, rather like I had been in a fight except for the fact that everything had been done almost exclusively by the ungodly bosom of the woman who was holding me.

“Okay, I think I want to hear your answer to the question I asked earlier now. Do I have your consent that Melanie and I will share you?” she asked sweetly, not in the slightest bit tired by all of the things she had just done to me. “Before you answer, just remember this,” she giggled, setting me down and shoving my face into her giant tit again, rubbing it around, smothering my face in flesh and scented oil. She continued rubbing for several seconds before she clasped my head with both hands and pulled, pushing me further in than ever before and threatening to cave in my skull. Then the released me, allowing me to be actually forced backwards by the sheer mass of her flesh restoring itself to its usual form.

I laid on the ground, gasping for breath and trying to keep her from noticing that I was silently crying from fright. After ten seconds, she took a step forwards and knelt down, straddling me. “You’ve got five seconds to give me your answer or I’ll go ahead and give you some more samples,” she said, and then started to count and lower her body down at me.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll do it! I agree. I swear, I agree…oh fucking god help me…” I cried, and Natasha stopped mere inches away from dropping her whole mass on top of me. I was lying flat out on the floor, staring up at her tits which would have dropped right on my face. It’s odd to think that those immense breasts which had so excited me at first now terrified me beyond all else. They swung back and forth menacingly as Natasha hovered over me, purposely swaying back and forth.

“Glad to hear it. Now then, you said something about a fucking god. Around here, it’s the fucking goddess and here’s a little sample of what she can do,” Natasha laughed, and then dropped. Her massive tits fell right onto my face, crushing it into the carpet that covered the floor. The rest of her body pinned mine, but instead of holding my arms, she simply let her massive tits to that, which they actually did, all the way past the elbow. This left her arms free and she slid them under her boobs, pressing my head all the way in again. Her legs wrapped around mine, pulling me up to her body and she then rolled over, having wrapped herself around me the way Melanie had in the sleeping bag, save for the fact that my head was in her cleavage. I tried to struggle but all my arms could push on were her boobs and all that did was make them bounce. Flexing her arms, she crushed her boobs and my head between then and ever so slowly, everything faded to black.

Chapter 13: The Conditions of a Predicament

When I woke up, I was lying on a bed, staring up at a sunset ceiling. Realizing I was in Melanie’s room, I sat up, blinking painfully in the bright light. Everything was blurry and it took quite a bit of rubbing at my eyes to get a somewhat clear view of the room. Melanie was sitting at her computer but her eyes were closed and she appeared to be dozing lightly. Confused, I checked the clock that sat on the desk facing the bed. The readout clearly displayed the time as 2:36 am. I was about to panic when I noticed a note on my chest. Picking it up, I read it. The note said, “Jake, I called your parents and they said we were fine to have a sleep over tonight because the schools have canceled class for tomorrow already due to the large amounts of snow. Yaa snow!”

Shaking my head in disbelief, I flopped back on to the bed, rubbing my face again. I could still smell the sweet scent of the oil Natasha had been wearing on my hands and face and the smell almost made me puke. I had always liked strong girls and the like, but I liked them like Melanie: kind, smart, compassionate and respectful. Only one of those applied to Natasha and it started with an s. Smart however wasn’t the only s word I’d apply to. By this point I’d have said sadistic, sick, sociopathic and subversive. The truth was I was now terrified of her and of the house she lived in. There was no way I would be able to fall back asleep knowing the girl, or woman, or whatever she was who had nearly smothered me to death with full knowledge of what she was doing, was in the house.

I got up as quietly as I could and padded over to the door. The whole house had been very solidly built and there wasn’t a sound from the floor. I thanked god for that and ever so slowly turned the knob of Melanie’s door. It opened without a sound revealing the long dark hallway. Directly across from me, there was a room with a small night light in it. By the light of that, I could see a toilet and a sink, indicating a bathroom. Smiling to myself, I crossed the hall and slipped inside, closing the door as quietly as I had opened Melanie’s. As with everything else on the third floor, the bathroom had been designed for two girls who were over seven and a half feet tall so everything was bigger than normal. If I had wanted to go to the bathroom, I would have almost had to pee up and over the edge of the bowl. I walked over to the sink which was as large as a kitchen sink and turned on the water. I had a slightly hard time reaching the handles but I got the water on. I spent the next five minutes washing my face, hands, and after finding a washcloth, my whole torso as well. I wanted to purge the smell of Natasha from me as much as possible.

As I was doing this, my mind which had been kick started into wakefulness by fear just a few minutes ago was going back over what had happened. There were a few things that were brutally obvious. One, Natasha wanted me, possibly all to herself, as some kind of boy toy to be played with at her will. Two, Melanie had no idea that her sister was a cruel, sadistic bitch. Three, I couldn’t just let this go or I would probably end up dead in the smothering clutches of Natasha’s boobs. It was clear that Natasha was very careful. She had completely distracted Melanie and probably told her that I had fallen asleep when she came down from the attic. She knew how her sister worked and was most likely a master at manipulating her which would make exposing her a lot harder. I would need to find some way to get obvious evidence of what Natasha had done and would probably do again to me. She wasn’t so careless as to do any kind of visible damage. The only lasting damage to me so far was psychological damage, an overwhelming sense of fear and humiliation.

Shutting off the water and hanging the washcloth back up, I let my skin air dry for another five minutes and then, without bothering to put my shirt back on, I slipped out of the bathroom and back into Melanie’s room. I was still thinking over how I was going to deal with this. For the time being, I could just do my best to stay away from Melanie’s house but that would only be a temporary solution. I wasn’t willing to give up Melanie but I couldn’t just tell her. She’d probably think I was pulling a prank on her or that I was trying to get her to hate her sister for some stupid reason of my own. I would have to lie to her about why I didn’t want to go to her house, find other things for us to do together outside of these now dreaded walls until I could find some way to bring Natasha’s crimes to light.

As I closed the door to Melanie’s room I shivered. The house was significantly colder than it had been earlier in the day which meant that they probably turned off the heat sometime during the night and then turned it back on in the morning. I walked over to Melanie and touched her on the shoulder gently. She mumbled something, turned head towards me and then opened her green eyes. For a second, she looked really confused and her eyes were hard but then they softened and she smiled. Without a word, she stood up, pushing the chair back as she did. It was when she stood that I noted her changed attire. She had changed into sleeping clothes consisting of a practically petit nightshirt that didn’t even cover her stomach and a pair of super tight flannel pants that hugged her legs like they were hanging on for dear life. Seeing me shivering slightly, she took me by the armpits and lifted me into a hug. I put my arms around her neck and rested my head on her chest, closing my eyes and feeling very secure.

“Sorry to leave you sleeping alone like that, cutie. I just figured it’d be better not to surprise you too much. Natasha told me that you and her talked for a bit but then you just sort of dozed off against the wall. I didn’t want to wake you so I thought I’d see if you could spend the night. I really did call your parents and they said it was fine as long as there was someone over the age of eighteen in the house. Since Natasha’s nineteen, we’re in the clear. What I didn’t tell them was that my parents are on a sabbatical for a year in Africa…but they don’t need to know that. Anyway…do you want to do anything or do you just want to go back to bed?” she whispered into my ear, holding me tightly to her, just standing in the middle of her room.

“I’m going to assume you also neglected to tell them that the only other person in the house was also a girl and that you were my girlfriend?” I replied, snuggling my face into her soft chest. Giggling, she nodded and walked me over to the bed, lying down on her side. I was drifting off again when she let me go and started to sit up. Puzzled, I looked up at her, asking with my eyes what she was doing.

“I forgot to turn off the light,” she said, slipping over me while facing me, giving me a great view of her cleavage. I was starting to think that for her, anything short of snow gear didn’t cover more than seventy percent of her chest area. Even her night gown was a low cut v-neck. As she walked to the light switch which was right by the door, I slid closer to the wall so she wouldn’t have to climb over me again. When she flipped the switch, the room was plunged into pitch blackness. I heard her walk back over to the bed and felt her lie down. Putting out a hand, I tried to find her and succeeded but only in finding something large and soft.

“That would be my right boob,” she informed me softly, making me snatch my hand back instantly.

“S-sorry…” I mumbled, starting to curl up into the fetal position. Instead of responding, Melanie’s hand found me and she pulled me back to her, pressing my chest into hers and wrapping her arm around me. She fumbled with something for a second and then pulled a blanket over both of us, right up to my neck. There was a very small amount of light which filtered in through the window and in it, I could just make out the outline of her face as she moved it towards me. Bringing my arms up, I put them around her neck and we kissed again, missing each other the first time, my kiss ending up on her nose. Suppressing laughter, we tried again and managed to make out lips meet. We spent a while making out and then just laid there, holding each other. Well, her holding me and me clinging to her. Very cautiously, she put one leg up and over my waist and legs, starting to pull me in but obviously waiting for my consent. I nodded and she pulled me up to her tightly, pressing me to her warm, muscular, sexy body. Wrapped under a blanket and in the arms of the most beautiful girl on earth, safe from her demonic sisters clutches for time being, I hardly managed to get out an “I love you” before passing out completely.

* * *

I awoke the following morning fairly late in the day. It was a clear day and the sun had already risen quite a bit by the time I opened my eyes. It slanted through the eastern window of Melanie’s room, shining directly into my face. I blinked a couple of times, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the suddenly glaring light. Melanie was still lying in the bed with me, her arms wrapped around me, holding me close to her body. I was facing away from her now but I was snuggled up nice and close. I waited, dozing lightly as I enjoyed doing when I didn’t have to get up and sure enough, Melanie woke up shortly. Her waking was signaled by a sudden tensing of most of her muscles, squeezing me tightly against her and making me squeak. Whether she was already waking up or the sound I made woke her, she opened her eyes and let me go.

“Good morning Melanie. Did you sleep well?” I asked, turning over and facing her. I had already done a quick mental check to make sure we were both still fully dressed. Apparently Melanie hadn’t gone on another sleep stripping binge because we were both wearing the same stuff we had gone to bed in.

“Very well. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a teddy bear that was big enough for me to actually be able to hold without losing track of and I’ve never had one that gives off its own heat,” she laughed, reaching out and pulling me back to her. She leaned her head forward and gave me a quick good morning kiss before pulling me on top of her and then sitting up. I laughed and gave her a little push for handling me like a stuffed animal. Smiling, she let me go, allowing me to get out of the bed.

After taking a moment to stretch and rub the sleep out of my eyes, I grabbed my shirt from the floor and slipped it on, grimacing as I smelt it.

“Damn, I really need to take a shower when I get home,” I said to myself, thinking out loud is a did occasionally. I did it when I was alone most of the time so I was surprised when Melanie answered, “You can take one here if you want to.” I did a double take, turning around slowly with a skeptical look on my face.

“Jake, don’t you even think of suggesting that I was thinking we could take one together. You know me better than that,” she chided giving me a little push. I grinned and said I’d be more than happy to use their shower. The issue of whether I should use the shower on the second or third floor came up but we eventually decided it would be fine if I just did it where we were. As I walked out of Melanie’s room to go to the bathroom, closing the door behind me, the door to the bathroom opened. Standing right in front of me, wearing nothing but a bra and panties was Natasha. I was paralyzed with indecision and fright not sure whether to try going back into Melanie’s room or to start crying for help.

“What, no good morning for poor little me?” Natasha pouted, a slight smile touching her full, red lips in spite of her tone. “I guess since you’re not going to give me one, I’ll give you one of my own.” She kept her voice very low as she said this, hardly loud enough for me to be able to hear her. There was no way Melanie could have heard what she was saying through the thick, solid door to her room. Leaning down, Natasha put one hand under my chin and the other on the back of my head, pulling me into my second kiss that morning. Once the kiss had been initiated, she took the hand away from my chin and used it to press me into her body, straightening up and lifting me off the ground. My hands were trapped between her arm and chest, making it impossible for me to resist the kiss. I tried to keep my jaw firmly shut to keep her from making the kiss anymore intimate but she somehow got it open using her tongue and squeezing a certain place on my jawbone. Her tongue entered my mouth, writhing erotically and denying me any sort of physical resistance. It was large enough that she almost gagged me with it twice and I considered throwing up just to get her to stop. I guess I was just too nice of a guy though and I just sat there getting frenched half to death by my girlfriend’s sister for a solid minute. Finally, after what was far too long for it to be by any means comfortable, Natasha let go of my head and then set me down on my feet again. Before walking away and before I could move backwards or forwards again, she quickly grabbed me, pulling me into a quick, tight hug, mashing my face into her boobs like she had done yesterday. Letting me go, she winked at me and turned, gliding back down the hall to one of the doors I hadn’t gone through yet. She opened it and went inside, shutting it again without looking back at me.

I walked into the bathroom and after closing the door took a huge breath, doing my best not to puke. I hopped up on the counter, turned on the faucet and spent the next couple of minutes thoroughly washing my mouth out. Once there was no taste of Natasha left in it, I spit several times and turned on the shower, doing my best not to throw up. As hot as she was, now the very taste, feel and memory of the intimate kiss Natasha had just bestowed on me made me want to throw up.

“I hate her. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her,” I mumbled to myself, stepping into the giant shower. The water control lever was at my head level and the shower head was a good ways above my up-stretched hands but the water was hot and it felt good. Even though I have given myself a cloth bath last night, I scrubbed my whole body with soap, removing any traces of oil or scent from Natasha that might have been lingering. I kept the shower short, only borrowing a bit of soap, shampoo and conditioner. I also borrowed the brush that had some red hair in it, assuming that it was Melanie’s and that she wouldn’t mind if I used it this once. Turning off the water, I got out of the shower and opened the cabinet beside the sink. Inside there were several towels stacked. I pulled one out and unfolded it. It was the size of a table cloth and could wrap around me multiple times. Laughing to myself, I got dried off and slid my clothes back on. Feeling clean and refreshed, I opened the door a crack and peeked outside, making sure Natasha was no where to be seen. Satisfied that she was either safely in her room or had gone on to do other things, I opened the door all the way and stepped across the hall to Melanie’s room. Right as I was stepping inside, I heard a door towards the end of the hall open and silently said a tiny prayer that I hadn’t left the bathroom a couple seconds later. As I closed Melanie’s door, I heard heavy footsteps go past it. If I had left the bathroom but three seconds later, Natasha would have caught me again and probably gone ahead and raped me right then and there.

“Good shower?” Melanie asked, looking up from her computer. She was working on her sword again, doing minute detailing on the hilt now. I nodded and walked over to the end of the bed, hopping up on the edge and flopping backwards. “I’m going to go ahead and take a shower too. I’ll be done in a bit,” Melanie said standing up and heading for the door. I almost said no, asked her to wait and not leave me alone to contend with her sister but I managed to bit my tongue. I had already reached the logical conclusion that she was totally unaware of her sisters horridness and saying anything to that effect would only lead to tension and disbelief making any further evidence provided less credible. I listened as Melanie closed the door to her room and then went into the bathroom. The water started running and it almost masked another noise that passed very faintly on the edge of my hearing. I stepped to the window and saw a large car with tinted windows pulling out of the dive way. I thought I could just make out the giant frame of Natasha in the car.

Hardly believing my luck, I practically sprinted to the door, tore out into the hall and went straight to her room. I took a couple of seconds to listen and make sure that there wasn’t any sound coming from inside. Reassured that the room was empty, I opened the door. The room was about the same size as Melanie’s and very neat but the bookshelf wasn’t there. Instead, there was a much smaller book case and a large dresser against one wall. On the far wall there was a bed that was as huge as Melanie’s but it had darker sheets and more pillows on it. There was a door that probably led to a closet on the left wall along with a large trunk with a padlock on it. There was also a desk in one corner that had various things on it, including a computer which was off.

Rubbing my hands together, I checked the padlock first. The whole thing must have been a some kind of prop because it popped right open and all there was inside was some dust and cobwebs. Shutting and relocking the chest, I moved across the room to the dresser. I reached out and put my had on one of the drawers, pausing for a second and then opening it. Inside was the largest collection of the largest bras I had ever seen. They ranged from pink and frilly to black and lacy to sports styled and back to light blue and lacy. Unable to help myself, I pulled out the fanciest black one I could find and turned around to hold it up to the light…and heard something that sounded like a camera clicking.

I dropped the bra like a hot rock and looked to the door. Standing there was Natasha holding a tiny digital camera in her hands. She was smiling hugely and shaking her head, looking down at the picture she had just taken. All I could think was ‘Oh fuck, run’ and my body started to obey when I realized that the only obvious entrance to the room was blocked by some eight feet of sadistic, man abusing woman. I changed directions in a heart beat and opened the door that I though was most likely a closet though now I found myself praying that it wasn’t. I was right though and all I could see was some clothes on hangers, hanging from the walls on either side of the door. I was a couple steps in and as I turned to see if I could somehow magically get past Natasha and out the door a shadow blocked the light that was coming in from outside the room. Natasha was standing in the doorway still wearing a bra but she had put on some marginally larger pants. In her hands she was holding the black lacy bra I had been looking at.

“Oh Jake…you disappoint me. Going into a lady’s room and looking at her underwear. How perverted of you,” she sighed, tossing the bra behind her. I swallowed and took a step back, praying for the ground to open up and take me down to hell right now. At least in hell they were straight forward about their tortures. None of this sexual, immensely sexy and yet still repulsive and sickening stuff.

“Look, I didn’t mean any harm…I was just,” I started but Natasha silenced me by throwing up a hand.

“I don’t care what the fuck you were doing, you’re in my room. Now I’m not a mean person. I do have evidence of you playing with my underwear but I’m willing to keep that picture to myself. Now normally I’d ask for perhaps a month of service but since you’re already keeping two little secrets for me, I’ll say that you have to serve me for as long as my dear little sister is in the shower. However, if I catch you in here again, I will simply beat you senseless, fuck you more senseless and then take lots of nice incriminating pictures of you playing with my stuff. Got it?” she said, stepping into the closet and reaching back to close the door. Scared witless I stupidly make a break for it and was met by a solid mound of tit flesh being swung at me. The impact actually lifted me off of my feet and dropped me to the floor. “Oh, and try that again and I’ll just smother you to death and make it look like an accident,” Natasha added, laughing.

The closet door closed and in the darkness, I felt a foot nudge me and then a giant pair of slender hands picked me up. As I was being picked up, through the whirl of panic and terror a though appeared in my head. She said I was keeping two secrets for her. One of them was the whole incident yesterday at the bottom of the stairs but what was the other one? I was just starting to think about it when my face was roughly shoved into her chest. She then proceeded to start pressing her tits together, crushing them around my head and making me scream in agony into her chest. The scream was far too muffled for Melanie to be able to hear it through the thick walls but it made Natasha laugh.

“Oh, you boys are so cute when you scream and beg in agony like this. It’s funny though. I always got the impression that most guys like tits and would like little more than to have a nice big pair shoved in their face. Maybe you’re gay…or maybe you just prefer something besides the chest,” she laughed, pressing even harder. She turned and stepped to the wall, leaning against it and crushing my head from all four sides. Very quickly, I could feel myself slipping away from reality and I started flailing and struggling desperately to get free. Right as I was starting to lose it completely and my struggles became practically non-existent, I was released. I slid to the floor, coughing and doing my best not to sob or puke from fright and lack of oxygen. I could see little motes of color swimming in front of my eyes. I started to curl into the fetal position when Natasha grabbed me again. I was about to scream when my face was slammed into her crotch. The scream became a muffled mumble that excited another laugh from her.

“Now that just tickled. Careful though. If you make me laugh too much I might accidentally crush your head between my thighs,” she laughed, spinning and throwing me face up on the floor. I landed hard on my back, winded and was further winded as she dropped her whole body on me…or so if felt like. It occurred to me that she probably weighed closed to what Melanie did so she couldn’t have been dropping on me completely or I’d have been dead. She landed with her legs at my head, my feet barely protruding beyond her massive chest.

“Natasha, please no…” I started to cry but I was cut short as she grabbed my feet and yanked me forward, slamming my head right into her crotch. My face was buried in her ass and her long, muscled legs were firmly wrapped around my head, my body trapped under hers. Hooking her feet together, she started to squeeze, exerting excruciating pressure on my head. I screamed at the top of my lungs as she started to crush the life out of me but all that came out was a muffled squeal, drawing a laugh and a series of life threatening spasms from her. Cut off from air and now from blood supply to my head, I started slipping away again and without thinking, I did the only thing I could do at that point. I bit her, as hard as I could, right in the ass. Then I learned something very important about amazons. Biting them does NOT work in the slightest.

Natasha released me just enough so I could hear her say, “You feral little son of a bitch! I’m so tempted to just kill you right here!” She opened her legs and slammed them together, locking them and lifting up her pelvis before slamming it into my chest. I heard my ribs creak and she probably did too because she didn’t do it again. Once was enough though. Between the smashing, bashing, smothering and squeezing she had crushed the fight out of me. I lay completely still for a minute and then squirmed weakly. As I did, she crushed my head the hardest yet and held me in a vice grip, crushing my face between her powerful thighs and ass cheeks until I passed out.

The last though that went through my head before I was completely out was, “At least this time she’s not wearing that damn perfume oil.” It’s funny when you think when you’re pretty sure you’re about to die.

Chapter 14: Initiation of Retaliation

A very cold feeling snapped me back into the conscious world. My eyes flew open and took in blinding white. Summoning all of my willpower, I put my hands on the freezing ground and pushed myself to my feet, my body screaming in agony as I did. I felt bruised and broken, much worse than last time Natasha had had a go at me. I took a couple staggering steps before I came into contact with something wooden and cold. Looking up at it, I saw that I had run into the front door. Looking back to where I had just come from, I could see that I had been thrown out of the house and into the snow where I had clearly rolled for several feet before coming to a stop. I was freezing cold, quite hypothermic and I could hardly manage to grip the door handle enough to turn it and open the door.

I stumbled inside into the blessed warmth of the house. Stopping for a second, I could still hear the water running far up in the house meaning Melanie was still in the shower. I had just started to relax and look for a source of heat when I remembered Natasha’s words. I was hers until the shower was turned off. Suddenly struck with terror, I began looking for a place to hide. If I could stay out of sight until the shower went off perhaps I could avoid Natasha’s sadistic clutches and tortures that she seemed to enjoy inflicting so.

Stumbling and shaking with cold, I proceeded to look for a nice warm place where I could curl up out of sight and out of the way. Going to a closet, I opened it and to my great joy, it was a coat closet with a bunch of stuff on a high shelf at the top of the closet. Still shivering, I reached up and hoisted myself into the little space, burying into the jackets and curling up, trying to conserve the meager amount of warmth that I still had in my body. I could easily hear the water running through the pipes in the house which meant that I would know when Melanie’s shower was over with. In the warm darkness, I closed my eyes and shivered, praying for my own safety and for the possibility that I could expose Melanie or at least get away fro Natasha for good.

It must have been a while since I had been literally thrown out of the house because within a couple of minutes the sound of running water shut off and after another couple of minutes there was a slam as Melanie opened the door of the bathroom and went into her own room. Giving it a tiny bit more time, I managed to extract myself from the closet without breaking anything and sprinted up the stairs, heading for Melanie’s room with the single mindedness of a boy whose life is threatened.

Arriving at Melanie’s door, I knocked. A couple of seconds later, Melanie opened the door and let me in. I did my best to look natural but she noted something was wrong. I couldn’t help shivering occasionally and I would imagine that my face looked somewhat off colored. However, I had to keep what had happened to myself, least Natasha decide I had violated our forced agreement and show her sister the incriminating picture of me she had taken. I still couldn’t believe how stupid I had been in not checking that Natasha had really left the house before going into her room.

“What were you doing while I was in the shower, streaking?” Melanie asked me, fluffing out her long red hair with her hands. Acting casual and amused, I quickly fabricated a story of me going outside because it looked like there was something in the snow. I told her that I had fallen over and ended up rolling down the sloped hill that fell away behind her house. I hadn’t been wearing any of my snow stuff because I wasn’t planning to actually go anywhere so I had gotten quite cold in the fall. Shaking her head at my clumsiness, Melanie pulled me into a warm embrace till I stopped shivering and could start producing my own body heat again.

“I need to eat some breakfast and I’d imagine that you’re probably pretty hungry yourself,” Melanie commented after I was warmed up.

“Yeah, I could go for some food at the moment,” I said, feeling a gnawing sense of hunger in the pit of my stomach. Once again safe with Melanie, we proceeded downstairs to the kitchen. Melanie opened the fridge and rooted around in it for a bit before pulling out some meat and cheese. She then opened a drawer beside the refrigerator and pulled out a loaf of bread. With deft efficiency she cut the loaf in half lengthwise with a knife, sliced enough cheese to be able to cover the whole loaf, spread the meat out over it and the heated the whole thing up in the oven, toasting it thoroughly. Slowly, the mouthwatering aroma of roasting meat and melting cheese filled the kitchen. Pulling the now cooked sandwich out, Melanie cut off a quarter of the loaf and handed it to me, keeping the rest of it for herself. We didn’t even bother sitting down to eat and instead just munched away right there in the kitchen.

As we ate, I tried to figure out a way to get us out of the hose for the rest of the day and hopefully for long enough that I could actually do some real planning. I needed some time alone to think about how I was going to bring Natasha down. As much as I lovehaving Melanie around, she was just too distracting for me to be able to think clearly and to actually focus on whatever task was at hand. The planning could wait though. Even though it was still cold, it was warmer today and the snow had started to melt meaning that I would probably have school tomorrow. In spite of the sun which had been shining earlier in the morning, already dark clouds had rolled over the sky. While Melanie and I finished breakfast, slowly rain started to fall. I looked out the window sadly, watching the snow begin to disappear under the falling water.

“Looks like an inside day,” I sighed, taking a second to wash my hands. Though I had only had one fourth of the amount of food that Melanie had she was taking her last bite as I turned around from the sink. I was about to say something else when Natasha came gliding into the room, silently as a ghost. I couldn’t believe that someone so big and heavy could be so silent all the time.

“I’m headed to work, Mel. Make sure you do your assignments before six today,” she called as she strode out the door, not casting me so much as a glance. She was ridiculous. Less than half an hour ago, she had been a domineering mistress brutally crushing and smothering me in highly sexual manners and now she was once again Melanie’s sweet older sister, completely innocent and nice. I felt my fists clench along with my jaw as rage seethed through my veins. I would bring her down if it killed me. Although Melanie said I was the only person who she had ever really liked, meaning I was probably the only person she had ever brought over to her house, I was sure that Natasha, with her unbelievably charming personality had detained more than one man over however long she had had this sick sadist fetish for. She had obviously practiced with the whole domination thing because everything she had done had been executed perfectly, never so much that I passed out right away but never so little that it was in any way pleasant.

“Jake? Hey Jake, are you okay?” Melanie asked me, putting a hand on my shoulder. Unclenching my hands and jaw with some effort, I nodded and did my best to smile. Melanie didn’t look convinced but decided not to press it further.

“Um…since it’s raining…well, do you mind if I go ahead and get my homework out of the way? It should take me an hour at most,” she said, pausing for a second, probably thinking about what she had to do.

“Go ahead. I’ve got a bit of stuff I should do as well so we can both do our work at the same time and get it out of the way,” I replied, really smiling this time. This was exactly the opportunity I needed. Now Natasha was out of the house for sure and Melanie would be occupied so her attention wouldn’t be on me, meaning that I could have some uninterrupted snooping time. I would still have to be careful. I couldn’t afford to have Melanie suspecting anything was amiss, least she confront Natasha and have the photo shown to her. That was the first thing I would need to look for. If I could find the photo and make sure that Natasha didn’t have some kind of back up drive on which she had put it, I could easily erase that frustrating piece of evidence.

Melanie and I headed upstairs, going back to her room. When we got there she opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out some paper along with a book of pre-calculus mathematics.

“I just need to read through one of these sections and then do some of the problems to demonstrate that I understand the concepts and all that well enough. I guess you can do whatever you want. If you want to work in here with me, that’s fine just try not to let me distract myself if you do,” Melanie said, opening the book and flipping through till she got to the page she was looking for.

“I need to get a bit of sketching done and there was a view from the window at the top of the landing that I really wanted to see if I could draw,” I lied, feeling a twinge of guilt as I did so. I had gotten slightly better at telling lies to Melanie and for once she was either distracted enough or it was a good enough lie that she didn’t seem to pick up on it. She just nodded and then beckoned me over to her. Stepping over to her chair, I waited for her to do whatever she was going to do. Spinning, she reached out and pulled me into her lap, crushing me to her and tilting my head up so she could give me a kiss. I put my arms around her neck, savoring the taste. Parting, she smiled. “Okay, I’m sated for the next hour hopefully. Go get your sketching done,” she sighed, turning back to her math.

Smiling sadly at her from behind her back I turned and left the room, carefully shutting the door behind me. It seemed so odd now that a girl as big and strong as her was still so naïve sometimes. I couldn’t blame her though. It was her sister who was almost like a parents as well to her, with her parents being gone in Africa and all that. Shaking my head, I walked first downstairs and check around the whole house that Natasha really was gone. Satisfied that she had indeed finally left completely I went back up to the third level and strode boldly down to her door. It was closed and I paused briefly outside it, lying down on the floor and trying to see under the crack. From what I could tell there was nothing inside that wasn’t inanimate. I opened the door quietly and stepped back into the demon’s lair.

Her room was the same as it had been an hour ago, not surprisingly. I set about looking for her camera, searching on top of the dresser and on the desk. Finally, digging through the drawers of her desk, being very careful and leaving everything the way it was, I found the camera. When I picked it up I realized that it wasn’t really tiny, it had just looked that way in her massive hands. I turned it on and turned the small dial on it to the picture review mode. There were three pictures on the camera according to the little readout in the top left corner of the display screen. The first one was the very clear picture of me holding the bra. Taking a deep breath and steadying myself I deleted the picture. Even though I was pretty sure it was already backed up onto her computer, just having the picture off of the camera was a huge relief. I closed my eyes and smiled. Opening them again I looked down at the display again and nearly screamed.

The picture was one of me on the swing that hung from the huge tree that I went past on my normal route up to the top of the mountain. I hadn’t been to that swing in a long time and I looked a good bit younger. If I had to guess, I would have said the picture had been taken over six months ago. My pulse sped up and I felt bile rise in the back of my throat. Natasha had been watching me all this time and I had never noticed. I suddenly felt exceedingly paranoid and couldn’t help but look over my shoulder. Shuddering, I pressed the button that would bring up the next picture and when I looked at that one I almost swore aloud.

Somehow, when Natasha had tortured me the first time, she had gotten a picture of me when I had my arms around her neck and my face smashed into her chest. The way the picture had been taken it looked like I had thrown myself at her and grabbed onto her. That was why she had wanted me to do that. Clenching and unclenching my jaw, I quickly deleted that picture as well. I had already deleted one of the picture so there was no chance of her not noticing that I had been tampering with her stuff. I left the last picture on there though. I’m still not sure why I did that but it may have been a taunt, saying that I knew she was watching me now. I put the camera back in the desk exactly where I had found it and closed the drawer quietly. Then I turned my attention to the computer which sat humming away on the desk.

Sitting down in the over-sized chair and raising it up, I reached forward and turned on the screen. On the desktop was the normal windows display, a green grassy hill with a blue sky behind it. I scanned over the documents on her desktop and then selected the one titled “My Computer.” Scrolling through it, I chose the pictures file and opened it as well. However, as I looked through the pictures that she had there, there was nothing out of the ordinary. There were some pictures of the forest and the like but nothing of me, nothing incriminating, nothing like that. Frowning, I closed the windows and sat back, thinking hard. I needed to find the pictures somehow and I didn’t have time to go digging through all of her folders. Judging by all that she had done so far, Natasha wouldn’t have been stupid enough to name the folder Jake or anything else I would guess and I was pretty sure she probably had it hidden in a file maze.

After a couple more minutes it came to me. I opened her drawer again and pulled out her camera. Right underneath it was a cord. I took out the cord and examined the two plugs it had on either end. One end was a normal USB head and the other one fit right into the camera. Grinning, I plugged the camera into the computer and turned it on. The computer read the picture and asked me if I would like to import it. I was exceedingly glad that something had possessed me to leave that picture on her camera now. I clicked yes and after a second of processing, the computer said that the file already existed. It even gave the exactly location of the existing copy.

Going back to my computer, I opened it up and proceeded to follow the elaborate maze Natasha had set up. When I got to the subfolder before the one which the picture was in I paused for a second, bracing myself and preparing mentally for whatever was to come. Nothing could have prepared me for just what I was about to see.

* * *

I stared in utter horror at the screen as it loaded the pictures in the folder. Every single picture in there was of me, starting with the one which was on the camera. That must have been the first picture she had taken but I watched as the little scroll bar on the side of the window got longer and longer as more of the pictures loaded. Before I could lose myself in the pictures and the terror I managed to remember to unplug the camera and put it back with the cord under it, just the way I had found it. Once that was done I went back to the photos. Swallowing dryly I checked how many items there were in the folder. The computer proudly claimed 17,732 pictures and one word document. Jumping to the bottom of the page, I found the word document and opened it. Inside it, written this, word for word. “I will make you my own, my toy, my slave, my boyfriend, my forced lover, my servant and never my friend. You will belong to me, body, mind and soul. I will have you Jake, no matter who or what gets in my way.”

My mouth as completely dry with fear, panic rising in my throat. There was no doubt that Natasha had planned practically all of this. I wouldn’t have put it past her to have planned the whole meeting between me and Melanie under the tree in the first place. Fumbling inside of my pocket, I pulled out a USB flash drive and after a few tries managed to get it into one of the USB ports. Opening it, I copied the pictures and transferred them into it. A little notice popped up saying it would take about five minutes. As I watched the pictures appearing rapidly in my little flash drive I felt my fear start turning to anger. This whole time she had been manipulating me and manipulating her sister like little pawns in a sick game. Everything that Melanie and I had had been orchestrated by Natasha to get me into her house where she could do as she pleased with me. The only thing that didn’t click was why she had bothered to get Melanie involved instead of simply attacking and abusing me in the forest as she could have done at any given moment.

Feeling a now seething rage building in my veins, I stood up, pacing around her large room as I waited for the pictures to copy. I walked to the dresser and opened it again like I had done last time I was in her room. There were all of her bras, unbelievably huge and sturdy. I lifted out the white one which she had been wearing when she tortured me the first time and lifted it to my face, smelling it. It still reeked of the oil and of her, as though she hadn’t washed it before putting it away. Gagging, I carefully put it back and closed the drawer. I went through the rest of the drawers in the dresser but found nothing other than exceedingly large clothes. A small ding from the computer signaled to me that the pictures had finished copying. I walked back over to the computer and unplugged my USB drive. It was a top of the market, absolutely huge one and all of the pictures didn’t even fill it up half way. There were some benefits to having a dad who worked in computers. Closing up all of the files and everything else I had opened, I then preformed a trick which most people don’t know how to do. After checking to make sure I had backed up the password in a manner which would allow me to log the computer back in, I restarted it. As the computer shut off and then hummed to life again, I brought up the boot setup screen and from there switched a couple of settings that allowed me to slip in a back-door to the system. That would give me access to everything on the computer at any time I wanted and there was no way that Natasha would find in unless she could hack very well. Then I entered one of the menus and proceeded to reset the system back to the way it had been fifteen minutes ago, just before I came into the room and started to mess with Natasha’s stuff. After several more minutes of undoing various little things, the computer booted up the rest of the way and asked me for the password. I plugged my USB drive in and a little program on it ran, extracted the password from the computer and put it in for me. The system booted up without a catch and after turning off the screen, I exited the room, having removed all traces of me ever having touched the computer. After a moments hesitation, I quickly went back, plugged in her camera and my flash drive. I transferred the pictures back onto her camera but I attached a little something to them so that when she tried to take those two specific files and copy them onto her hard disk, they would be deleted from the camera and from her computer. I had a number of different viruses on my flash drive both benign and malignant that I could use to do almost anything from deleting certain items to crashing an entire software system. Smiling, I put everything back and after turning off the screen, walked away, silently thanking whoever had figured out how to program item specific viruses.

Chapter 15: Easy Escape

Feeling quite a bit better about the little predicament that had developed over the last day, I went back to the top of the landing and sat down, staring idly out the window. Pulling out my sketch pad I started to make a rough sketch of the scene that I could see from the window. It was actually a very interesting view, the way the odd shape of the semi-circle window cut off the trees. Forgetting everything else I because absorbed in the process, working my way up from the very rough sketches through various levels of fineness, slowly adding in shape, size, shading and details. I had just finished adding the shading to one half of the whole picture when I heard a door open behind me.

“Done with your math?” I asked, turning my head away from my work so I could look at Melanie. She was standing in her doorway, leaning against the frame and looking at me.

“Yeah. I actually finished a while ago but when I looked out here the first time you were so absorbed in your work that you didn’t notice me,” she said, pushing away from the doorframe and coming over to sit by me on the top of the steps. “Mind if I take a look at what you’ve drawn?” I shrugged and handed the sketch pad over to her. I don’t understand people who will never let people see their work till it’s finished. As she looked at it I leaned against her, resting against her side. She slid an arm around me, holding me lightly to her. After a bit she set down the drawing but I made no move to take it back and she made no move to get up. Both of us just sat and stared out at the rain, listening as it pattered gently against the roof of the house.

“I think this is going to be a thoroughly unproductive day,” I commented after a while. I was finding that I had to fight to keep my eyelids from drooping and my head kept trying to fall forward making me jerk slightly. I didn’t normally feel this way, only when I hadn’t slept for at least thirty six hours or I had averaged less than four hours of sleep a night for over a week. I was worn out already, somewhat mentally and physically with aches and pains showing up all over my body now from Natasha’s morning abuse of me. I shuddered slightly thinking of the things she had done to me and the ease with which she had done them. Probably mistaking my shiver for cold Melanie pulled me a bit closer and rubbed my arm gently.

“The rain makes me feel drowsy, kind of hypnotized, you know?” Melanie said, shaking herself a bit, probably to try and wake up. I got the feeling that neither of us was going to last until it got dark before falling asleep. As much fun as the camping had been it had taken a lot out of both of us and we were paying for that now.

“I think that perhaps a nap is in order seeing as we didn’t get a ton of sleep on the camping trip and considering the fact that last night wasn’t exactly the most restful of nights for you either I’m guessing,” I said. Melanie nodded lazily in agreement and we got up and went back to her room. I glanced at the clock before following her over to the bed. It was only eleven in the morning. Not being one for naps, I figured I’d wake up in about two hours at most which would hopefully be before Natasha got home. I would need to go home myself sometime today because I was going to be having school the next day with all of the snow being washed away by the rain.

As we laid down on the bed Melanie pulled me into her arms and without bothering to pull the blanket over ourselves, we both just closed our eyes and started to drop off. The quiet tapping of the rain on the window and roof coupled with our shared warmth and the slow in and out rhythm of our breathing created a lovely audible and physical lullaby that had us both slipping under within seconds. As the fog of sleep started to blot out various parts of my mind I found myself thinking of what I had done on Natasha’s computer. Of course she would suspect me but she had no proof that I had actually done anything and the virus would remove some other things that were of little importance but that would most likely be noticed so she couldn’t say that it had targeted only those pictures. Still, I didn’t want to be any closer to her than I had to be because I already knew that she didn’t need a reason to hurt me other than the fact that I was there and I was small and weak and apparently she had an obsession with me. With all this dancing a merry jig in my head, I slipped all the way under, relaxing into Melanie’s warm arms with a comfortable sigh.

When I slipped out of sleep it was to the sound of a car pulling into the drive. I was still wrapped up with Melanie on her bed but my heart jumped to my throat and hammered there, beating a tattoo on my Adams apple. I needed to get out of the house before Natasha had a chance to go through her stuff. I was sure she knew where I lived and that I would find pictures of my house in the multitudes of pictures she had taken of me but she couldn’t touch me without breaking laws as long as I was there. I found myself wishing for the first time that I had a cell phone. I had always detested the things because they made it impossible to get lost and took the fun out of any adventure but suddenly, with an insane, sadistic stalker on my tail having one didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Glancing at the digital readout on the alarm clock Melanie had on the desk I realized I should be getting home. It was the perfect excuse to get out without hurting anyone’s feelings and it really was a valid reason. I gently woke Melanie and as she released me so I could get up a door downstairs slammed. Natasha called something up the stairs but her words couldn’t be discerned through the patter of the rain on the ceiling. Melanie got up and stumbled over to the door, almost falling into it. She fumbled with the knob for a second, still groggy from the little nap we had just had. When she finally got it open it was just soon enough for us to hear Natasha saying, “Are you guys here? I brought dinner for the three of us.” She had even bought me dinner. Perhaps the girl was schizophrenic. It was hard to believe she could really just act so differently whenever it suited her. In spite of my fear and fast growing hatred of her I also got the nagging sense that there might be something more to this whole thing that I couldn’t quite see yet.

As Melanie and I headed down the stairs I told her that I should be getting home. It was already dark and getting late and I was going to have to go to school tomorrow. She wanted me to stay for dinner but I managed to convince her that my parents would want me to eat with them for once since I had been out a lot and hadn’t talked with them in a while. She finally relented, but to my horror, as we reached the ground level where Natasha was getting out some take-out food, she asked her sister to give me a ride home. I literally had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming no.

“Err…it’s fine, really. I’ll just walk home. You know I enjoy exercise,” I laughed, trying to act natural. As Melanie went to a cabinet and started getting out plates Natasha turned and looked at me, a terrifying fire in her eyes. She wanted to give me a ride, but not just in her car. She wanted to make me ride her as well and I had no inclination of doing an such thing but if I were to be locked away with her in a tiny confined space I might have no option.

“No, it’s raining and it’s dark and it’s no trouble at all for me to do it,” Natasha said sweetly, her tone of voice as different from her eyes as night and day. She was a master at this but I wasn’t about to roll over and get raped. Her sickening act of self contradiction gave me the surge of anger and of confidence I needed to pull off a good lie without batting an eyelash.

“Honestly, I’d love to but the distance between our houses is just about two miles and I need to have a two mile time recorded by tomorrow for my soccer coach. This is really the only opportunity I’ve had so I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline your offer and make my way on foot,” I lied, the story floating out of my mouth like a fine silken thread.

“Okay then, Mr. Healthy, see you next weekend probably,” Melanie laughed, setting the plates down and coming back over to me. She bent down and pulled me into a hug, lifting me up so my face was level with hers. I put my arms around her neck and we kissed for a solid fifteen seconds. Her eyes were firmly closed and I made mine look closed as well but in truth I was watching Natasha. Though I couldn’t see it clearly, I was pretty sure her face was twisted with anger. It must have been agonizing for her, watching the little boy she was so madly obsessed with kissing her sister. I grinned into the kiss, hugging myself a bit more tightly to Melanie than necessary.

Finally we parted and she set me down, her cheeks bright red with a flush of passion. I looked at Natasha but her face was all smiles again. I could detect the slightest bit of smoldering fury in her gaze but she hid it so well it might as well have not been there. “Do I get a good bye hug too?” she asked as I started to turn towards the door. I cringed mentally but knew I couldn’t refuse. I had to keep up the façade of liking Melanie’s sister for her benefit, as much as I hated to do it.

“Why not,” I shrugged, my stomach clenching with a momentary flare of frustration. Of course she knew I couldn’t refuse with Melanie watching but on the other hand she couldn’t do anything too out of line either. I walked towards her, bringing my gaze up to bear as I approached. I stopped just far enough away that I could fairly easily see her face but she immediately stepped closer, filling almost my entire field of view with her massive chest. She was wearing yet another low cut shirt which had a square cut to it, leaving me staring into a crevasse. Her arms came out and time started to slow down as adrenaline shot through my veins. It took quite a bit of forceful thinking to keep from stepping away from her. I noted that as she came towards me she shifted just slightly, leaning down a bit so her chest would be a bit more free and a probably so it would envelop me more easily, not that it needed any help. Her arms went around me, one at my head and one at my back, pulling me into her. For good measure I went ahead and put my arms around her though it repulsed me to. Her chest swallowed my face right up and everything went black as her ponderous weight settled around my head and shoulders.

Then she applied pressure. Straightening up, she lifted me just a couple of inches off of the floor and crushed me against her like she was trying to fuse my body into hers. I let out a quiet cry of pain but it was absorbed by the flesh around me. She held me there for mere seconds but it seemed like a tortured eternity. As soon as she released me I took two steps back, doing my best to breath evenly. She wore a look of serene happiness but it was as fake as my enjoyment of her hug. I flashed her a smile but my eyes told a different story.

“See you later then,” she sighed, turning back to the Styrofoam boxes in which the food was.

“I’m sure you will,” I replied, wondering if she’d get the fact that I knew about her stalking me. It occurred to me after I had said that that if she didn’t know I knew it might be beneficial to my cause. Too late now though. Melanie walked me to the door and gave me a quick hug after I got my shoes on. As I was about to leave I remembered all of my camping stuff but said nothing. I would have to get it some other time when Natasha wasn’t here. I couldn’t run with it and there would be no way to refuse a ride if I wasn’t supposed to be running so I would just have to leave it until the situation permitted me to get it without risking my life.

“Meet me at the top of the mountain around noon next Saturday,” Melanie called after me. I turned momentarily, waving to her silhouette in the doorway. The poor girl had no idea what her sister was. It was a lose-lose for her. One way she lost me, the other she lost her sister. Neither was acceptable and yet it would be almost impossible to get one without losing the other. Turning away, I ran out into the rain, already starting the longest, most elaborate and arduous project I had ever undertaken in my head.

Chapter 16: Premonitions

The next day there was indeed school. As I was obligated to, I went but I paid almost no attention in any of my classes, save my physics one. It was the only class in which I was learning any information that would help me in the long run and it could potentially have use right now, seeing as I was up against an older, probably better schooled and much larger person. An understanding of weight, forces and leverage would be highly useful. In all of my other classes I resolutely ignored the teacher and worked on my own problem, scribbling notes in a notebook about the different possibilities for dealing with Natasha and the pros and cons of each one. I was at the very beginning of the planning phase and all I really wanted to do was get some stuff out on paper so a lot of it ended up being useless and pretty outrageous when thought about rationally.

The thing that made the situation so difficult was that the goal wasn’t simply to dispose of Natasha. From what I could tell Melanie really needed Natasha as monetary, emotional and general support. The two were sisters after all so there was bound to be some lovebetween them…or at least going from Melanie to Natasha. I couldn’t say with the opposite of that though. It was possible that Natasha was just using Melanie as a tool to get to me and to get me close enough for her to be able to get at me without breaking any laws which I could easily get her called on for. The truth was that my honest preference would have been to simply off Natasha but there were two very large problems with that. One, if I did it Melanie would probably never talk to me again and I was too chicken to do it and two, murder was very much illegal and would defeat the whole point of the entire operation. As entertaining as the idea was I quickly discarded any idea that involved anything that was even close to deadly force. If possible I wanted this whole thing to be without the use of any variety of contact that involved getting closer than ten feet.

There was still a lot of information missing which presented a problem to me. I didn’t know how much Natasha knew about me, how long she had been watching me and just exactly how careful she really was. She had had time to take over seventeen thousand pictures which would mean she had been after me quite a while and it was already clear that she was pretty careful but there were definitely some gaps in her security and there were things she didn’t know about me. I highly doubted she knew anything of my hacking abilities. I kept those to myself, even from my dad who had given me the resources that I had needed to obtain such skills. She also didn’t seem to get just how much I was going to fight her. From what I had gathered she seemed fairly confident that she could physically squash all of the fight and resistance out of me. These two things probably presented my best opportunities to catching her off guard.

Evidence that she was up to something wasn’t hard to get. I already had several gigabytes of it on my USB drive. The questions was how to present it to someone in a manner that would be convincing enough to get them to believe my story. I didn’t want to get the law involved in this. I had dealt with the police a couple of times and they were sadly incompetent at many things, not to mention photos alone didn’t create sufficient proof to override the almost indefinitely pro-Natasha statement Melanie would give. No, I was in on this one alone till I could convince Melanie that her sister really wasn’t a good person to be looking up to.

Still, there was the problem of how I was going to solve this whole thing short of killing Natasha or getting her locked up. The note she had written was a strong indicator that she was quite intent on taking me as hers without regard to the consequences. Talking her out of liking me would be nigh-impossible without someone else there to keep her from simply grabbing me and smothering me unconscious again as she had every other time I had tried to talk to her. Whether I liked it or not, I was going to have to get Melanie to help me out with this situation which meant revealing her sisters evildoings without her knowing about it.

I needed something else. Something so utterly convincing that even an idiot cop wouldn’t be able to deny it’s proof of Natasha’s sickness. Ideally, I would get a video but I doubted that Natasha would be dumb enough to let me take one of her. Any kind of secret surveillance would need to provide evidence strong enough to overcome the fact that I was spying on someone’s private life. If it was too weak whatever it showed would be lost in the fact that I was being sneaky and underhanded with people.

When it really came down to it, it looked like I was going to have to stalk Natasha which would be quite difficult considering she was already stalking me. As I was going through that part and considering the videos a sickening possibility hit me. Natasha might have cameras in her room. I had been too stupid to check on her computer and around her room for anything like a video recorder so for all I knew she was watching me play with her computer right now. Cursing silently I looked at the clock. There was still an hour left of school. Muttering under my breath and ignoring the dirty looks my desk partner kept shooting me I quickly pulled out my homework and started working. I needed as much time as possible after school as I could get.

I came home on the bus but I didn’t head directly to my house. I wanted to see if Natasha was following me now. There was a store about a twenty minute walk from my house so after slipping my backpack into some bushes where it would be hidden and carefully setting some details like putting straps in certain places and zipping things up certain ways so I would be able to tell if anyone played with it I headed out. After five minutes walking I broke into a jog. It was a cold, overcast day and I was wearing nothing but a tee-shit, jeans and sneakers so I was a bit chilly. When I came to a very open intersection where hiding would be very difficult I made a big deal of stopping and setting my watch. Surreptitiously I checked out every shadow and possible hiding place, ever visible car for a sign that I was being followed. Nothing suspicious seemed to stand out but there were a couple of things that kept me feeling edgy.

I started off again, listening closely for the sound of an engine in case I was being followed in a car. I was paying so much attention to my audio sensory input that when I went around a blind corner I slammed right into something large and somewhat soft. I started to fall backwards and my hands flew down behind me but I never hit. A large hand grabbed me, pulling me upright. Looking up I found myself staring at Melanie from under a large hooded sweatshirt. She was laughing at me.

“Smooth Jake. Imagine if I had been an old lady. You’d have had to explain to the paramedics why you knocked me down and broke my back,” she laughed, pulling me into a hug. I flushed with embarrassment, laughing as well. As I stepped back though, I saw something large slip between two houses out of the corner of my eye. I kept laughing but my attention was completely gone. Melanie’s cajoles fell upon def ears as I tried to figure out what I had seen. I was brought back to earth by a poke in the arm.

“Ah, sorry, just saw something go behind that house over there…” I said, turning back to Melanie. She cocked her head in a puzzled fashion. “Hell, lets go check it out. I really want to know what it was.”

With a nonchalant shrug she followed me. My heart started pounding as I got closer to the small alley like thing between the two houses. I had moved away from the outskirts of town where there were mostly trees and woods and not many houses to the suburbia of new construction that had been springing up and slowly encroaching upon the receding forest. Here the houses all had fences around the backyards and there was hardly enough space between them for a person to fit. If Natasha had gone down into the alley I was pretty sure there was no way she could have run. Before I turned the corner and looked I paused. Taking a deep breath, I stepped around the edge of the house and got a great view of absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. I was sure I had seen something move in between the two houses but now there was nothing there. Walking down towards the fence which marked the end of the alley, I wanted to scream. Natasha had been following me, I was sure of it but I had no proof yet again. I was so frustrated that I almost missed one thing. As I reached the fence something tickled me in the nose. Rubbing my face, I looked up and saw a single, very long black hair caught in the wood. I reached out and pulled the hair from the fence, stretching it between my hands. It was longer than my arms when they were fully stretched out and the only person I had seen with black hair that long in that town was Natasha.

* * *

Melanie and I spent a while together after that little incident sitting around at my house and talking. I felt on edge the whole time because I wanted to get back to my planning. The desire was so bad that I found myself only hearing every third word that Melanie was saying. Finally she broke my distraction with a very pointed question.

“Jake, what the hell is going on! You’ve been distracted for the last two or three days. It seems like you only hear half of the stuff I’m saying. Did someone in your family die or something?” she said, a tinge of anger in her voice. As she spoke I realize that there was probably another option that she was considering but didn’t want to say.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I’ve just been having problems focusing on things recently. I’ve got too much on my mind,” I replied, trying to avoid the question. I didn’t want to lie to her and tell her anything had happened but I didn’t want to get into a discussion about what was actually wrong. Avoiding the question, as it turns out, is the last thing that you should do when your girlfriend thinks you might be having cheating on her. As I watched her face went from slightly frustrated and fairly confused to a much darker, less manageable mood.

“Jake, I’m going to ask you a question and if you lie to me I swear I will break your arm,” she said quietly, staring straight at me as though she were trying to see into my soul. “Are you…cheating on me?”

Even though I was sure that was what she was going to ask the question still hit me like a slap in the face. I jerked upright from the slightly slumped over position I had been sitting in and looked right back at her, refusing to let her stare me down while at the same time trying to not look at all guilty.

“Melanie, I swear by everything I can I am not cheating on you. Looking back I realize that I haven’t been all that attentive lately and I seem kind of distant but this has nothing to do with relationships or other people. This is my own problem and I don’t want to drag anyone else into it,” I told her, praying that I looked honest. I was ready for her to explode or to hit me, to try and break my arm. I was ready for her to do anything, but as per usual she did something completely different.

“Oh…I see. So you have a problem and you can’t tell me because you don’t want me to get involved. Well, that’s too bad because it’s already taking you away from me. Therefore it’s my problem and I don’t even know what it is. If you don’t think you can trust me with it though I’ll just go away and let you work on it,” she shot back, smiling slightly. I was struck speechless and while I sat there, working my mouth like a fish out of water she got up, brushed past me and walked out the door, sniffling slightly as she started to cry. I sat there until my dad got home at which point I went to my room and laid on my bed, trying to convince myself not to get a gun and put a bullet through my head.

Chapter 17: Apologies

From that point on a very new personality set in, sickening and disturbing. I did nothing that I was not absolutely required to do. I only half paid attention in my classes, played soccer with no energy and violin with less emotion than a doorknob. I hadn’t realized just how fixated I was on Melanie till she walked out on me. She had been my drug, my happiness, my outlet for all of the ideas and moods and stuff that I kept hidden from the rest of the world that was too uncaring to understand. Now she was gone and all of those things were still there with no way to get out. I couldn’t give a non-sarcastic answer to any of my teachers and the only time I felt any joy was when I could point out a mistake that someone else had made. In the midst of this there was still a rational part of my mind that was disgusted at what I was becoming but it lacked the power to change anything.

Things didn’t get any better. The next day I went to school in an equally foul mood. I normally got along with my parents pretty well because I was a good kid and didn’t cause problems or arguer a lot. However, that morning I had gotten into a huge row with my dad about something so trivial as not wanting to wear a coat. It was a dreary day and it was cold enough that I would have normally worn one but just because he reminded me to get it before I left, I decided that wearing a jacket was definitely not on the days agenda. I made him so mad at me that he flat out refused to give me a ride to school like he normally did. My mom ended up driving me and we rode the whole way in silence. I could tell she was really upset and worried but I didn’t say anything. I got a kick out of making everyone around me feel worse now. Finally during my Values and Beliefs class in which we learned about different cultures and their religions, my teacher exploded on me. We were doing a unit on Judaism and I kept making overtly racist and insulting remarks to the girl who sat next to me, who had the misfortune of being a Jew. She finally actually ran out of the class in tears and the only thing I did was sit there a smile like the sick bastard I had become. During the next period, I got a note that excused me from class to go to the principals office. When I got there the principal, the student councilor and the campus cop were all there, waiting to talk to me.

“Mr. Odergard, I’ve gotten a repot that you made a girl in one of your classes leave the class in tears due to the racist remarks you were making. Is this true?” the principal asked, staring at me with a concerned look on his face over the top of his glasses. Leaning back in the chair that was across from his desk I nodded, smirking slightly.

“This is a serious issue and definitely not one that you should be smiling about! Racism is one of the things that we absolutely do not tolerate at this school. The punishment for this will be severe and if I were you I would watch myself. You’re treading on thin ice already,” he said, folding his hands and leaning forwards.

Chuckling, I leaned forward and stared him straight in the eye, giving him my best ‘up yours’ look. “You know what else you guys don’t tolerate here? Intelligence and anyone with the guts to actually express their true opinions. All the kids in the classrooms, sitting there and listening to the useless drivel you people call an education are too spineless to actually tell you people what they really think. We hate it and we hate you and your stupid rules, your stupid tests and all the stupid crap you shove down our throats every day, so why don’t you go and figure out how you can stop kids from having babies at the age of fifteen and keep them from doing drugs instead of sitting behind your big desk and acting like you’re someone whose actually important. You’re a high school principal. You don’t even teach. In fact, being a high school principal is like winning the special Olympics. You may be on top but you’re still fucking retarded.”

Needless to say, I got suspended for the rest of the week. I was to make a written and then a verbal apology to the girl and to my principal for the things I had said, I was to report to the school janitor for the next month after lunch to help with cleaning and I was forbidden from partaking in any school clubs or sports for the rest of the term. Since I wasn’t really part of any clubs I didn’t care and the suspension wasn’t that much of a problem. It just meant that I would have to do the work on my own. The real problem was the fact that I had actually done that kind of stuff.

That night, my parents made me sit down and talk with them. They wanted to know what exactly was going on and why I had gone from being a pleasant, sociable and intelligent kid to an insulting delinquent who made racial slurs and swore at the school principal. It took them a bit but they finally got me to admit that I had just had a major relationship screw up. I ended up breaking down into tears of frustration and regret at the stuff I had done and I went to bed early that night, too ashamed of myself to talk any more.

The next morning when I came downstairs for breakfast both my parents were sitting at the table though. The motioned for me to sit down with them. I did so, waiting patiently for my dad to start talking.

“Jake, your mom and I have been thinking about what you told us and we’ve come to this decision. We know that you’re not the kind of person who would normally do these things and we understand that you did them under the depression and anger of whatever happened between you and this girlfriend of yours. Personally, I’m pretty sure you understand just how much you’ve messed up and I can understand why. I did almost the exact same thing when my girlfriend broke up with me. However this stuff needs to stop right here and right now. We’re not going to punish you any more than you’ve already been punished by the school and probably by yourself but if we hear of anything else like this happening, you’re going to be in some deep shit.,” he said, his face dead serious.

I will never understand the kids who always fought with their parents. I loved my parents because they were so understanding and knew just exactly what had happened, even though I had only told them part of the story. We made an agreement that if I could stop the behavior right then and there, we would just forget about the incident but if I ever did anything like that again I would be going to see a therapist, I would be grounded until summer and I would not be playing soccer or violin for the rest of the school year.

At school that day I apologized to the girl who I had called the names, working really hard to let her know that I actually was sorry. She was still obviously mad at me but she seemed to understand that I didn’t hate her and that I wasn’t actually out to get her. The principal was a bit more difficult, largely because he had a sort of smug air around him that made me really not want to take back what I had said. The words I had said to him had been largely true in my opinion, though not quite to the degree to which I had stated them. I did believe that a lot of the stuff the school taught was useless but I bit my tongue and apologized anyway. I spent the rest of the day doing work in a back room that was normally used for conferences. I didn’t mind being alone so much, though I did miss talking and laughing with my school friends. Being alone was okay though because it gave me time to think about how I was going to actually fix this whole thing; it let me thing about how I was going to apologize to Melanie. While I did the work that I should have been doing in class I considered that problem and could get no further than simply the resolution that I would indeed apologize to her.

About ten minutes before the school day ended though, I realized why I had suddenly adopted the new attitude after my mistake. As I was finishing up with the last of my work I was suddenly hit by a wave of depression. Without something to immediately occupy my mind and without the biting sarcasm and anger there was nothing to keep the shame and sadness of my actions away. I found that I was fighting to keep myself from breaking down as I walked out of the school and to the bus. I managed to get all the way home before I just dropped my stuff and stumbled up to my room, hot tears running down my face as I slammed the door and flopped onto my bed sobbing. By the time my parents got home I was already asleep.

When I woke the next day I found that I was having trouble opening my eyes. They were irritated and swollen from crying myself to sleep and I had a splitting head ache which I always got after crying. Cursing myself and feeling miserable, I stumbled out of bed and to the bathroom, taking a long time to wash my face with cool water. The soothing liquid helped to reduce the puffiness of my eyes and I was able to see more clearly. The vision didn’t help me see a solution to my problem though. I was still not on good terms with Melanie as far as I was concerned, ever since she had stormed out all of three days ago. I had made the resolution to apologize to her but I knew it wouldn’t be that simple. She didn’t just want an apology. If that I was almost sure. She would still want to know what was going on. To keep myself busy and to prevent thoughts of suicide or self-mutilation I set to work preparing an apology. I still had to go to school that day and was restricted to stay in the conference room for the whole day but I did my work quickly and finished it with a couple of hours to spare. I used the rest of the time to do some critical thinking about how I was going to broach the subject of Natasha’s domineering behavior to Melanie.

The task of preparing an apology kept me busy until Saturday morning, all the way through the week of school. It was only then that I remembered Melanie saying something about meeting her on top of the mountain around noon. I had been planning on calling her but if she was there it would be so much better to talk to her in person. It was definitely a shot in the dark as she had most likely completely forgotten about that little statement that she had made as I ran into the dark the prior Monday but it was still a hope. My parents were both out doing whatever they were doing, my mom probably working and my dad doing whatever the hell he did while he was out of the house. They had left me a note as they always did and it said they would be back around six in the evening with dinner and that I was to be in the house before they got back. Satisfied with that I grabbed a jacket and headed out.

It was pouring down rain as it did fairly often in the winter and spring and within less than a minute I was soaked through to the bone but I hardly noticed. I had been so emotionally dreary all week that the rain felt positively warm. I trekked up the mountain, slogging through the mud and fording the small rivers that formed and ran down the sides of the various hills when it rained. I had left early but the going was very slow thanks to all of the water and slipperiness that had manifested because of it. As a consequence I reached the top of the mountain fifteen minutes after noon. As I came to the crest I looked to the spot under the tree where Melanie and I had met so many times and to my surprise there was a huge figure in an oversized rain jacket sitting under it. My heart soared and I almost ran to the person but I was checked when I realized that it could also be Natasha.

“Melanie, is that you?” I called out from a safe distance of at least twenty feet. Even if it was Natasha I had enough of a lead that I could get back into the forest where I was more than adept at running and sliding and could probably pretty easily outdistance her. The figure lifted its head from its knees and I found myself staring right into green eyes that were every bit as dark as my own. My stomach clenched even as I felt a surge of relief course through me. At this point I would almost rather have faced Natasha instead of Melanie. Slowly I walked over to her, running through my mind what I wanted to say. I stopped right in front of her looking down at my feet, too embarrassed to actually meet her eyes now.

“Melanie…I-I don’t know how to really say this. I guess to start, I’m sorry. I really am. I love you and I trust you more than anyone else in the world, I’m just not used to having someone to share my problems with. I’m used to keeping them to myself and to figuring out how to deal with them on my own and so I was reluctant to tell you about this one…and this one is kind of problematic anyway. I guess…I just didn’t want to risk our relationship by telling but I was too stupid to realize that I would be risking it by not telling you,” I said, praying she would take me seriously. She had climbed all the way up here in the rain so whatever happened it was obviously going to be important. We stood there for a long time before I finally looked up. She was regarding me coolly in a very unnerving way that only woman can pull off at a man they are making a decision about.

“Jake, I’m sorry too. I over reacted and freaked out about something that I had no reason to freak out about. I’m a bit insecure as you may know and I kept getting the feeing that you were thinking about someone else. I know my sister is really nice and she’s got this way with guys that makes them like putty in her hands and I was afraid that you were falling for her. That’s not an issue, seeing as you showed up here but there’s still a problem and that’s that you have a problem,” she finally said, first taking a thousand pounds of emotional weight off of my chest before dropping three fold that back on. She crossed her legs and smiled just a little bit, patting her lap. “Before we get onto that though, why don’t we get a bit more comfortable,” she amended as I sat down. Without asking she unzipped my jacket and pulled it off of me. I was puzzled but went along with it. Then, she unzipped her jacket to reveal a zip up sweater underneath which she also unzipped. Pulling me close, she zipped up her outer jacket again, trapping me against her body with her coat and then her arms. It was toasty warm and a bit wet but I wasn’t about to complain. I was amazed that she had taken me back in so quickly after being so angry at me but wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Now then, you were saying something about the problem I think. From what you said it sounded like it was going to be relevant to us anyway, even if you didn’t tell me,” she said, sounding a bit nervous but mostly relieved. Perhaps she had been scared that I really had found someone else that I liked more than her. Her question posed a problem though. This was the point at which I was going to have to start breaking her into the notion that her sister wasn’t quite as angelic as she seemed. I would try to start slow but I was pretty sure that once the ball got rolling it was going to be hard to stop.

“Yeah…about that. I guess it makes sense to start with this question. Have you and Natasha ever, even in passing, discussed the possibility of a polyamorous relationship with me?” I asked, literally crossing my fingers in hopes that she hadn’t.

Melanie took a minute to think about the question before answering. “No…not that I can remember. Why do you ask?” she answered haltingly.

“Now that’s interesting. At one point when you were doing something else Natasha told me that you and her were going to be sharing me because you had made the agreement that everything that was yours was hers,” I went on, hoping this would work. I had started and now it was going to be make or break time. Either she would believe me and jump on the anti-Natasha bandwagon or she would reject my hypothesis and most likely me as well and I would be without a girl and probably without much of a life anymore. This had to work.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. The only time Natasha ever actually brought you up was when she told me how she was going to greet you. We’ve never had any discussions about the possibility of both dating the same boy at one time. Even if she were my biological sister and I do love her like she is, I still probably wouldn’t say yes to a ridiculous idea like that,” she mumbled, obviously struggling with this highly awkward accusation. She was still holding me and on top of that her grip on me was getting tighter, not looser but that may just have been because she wasn’t really paying attention. There was something in what she had just said that made me do a double take.

“Wait…what do you mean ‘even if she were my biological sister’,” I asked, wondering if I was about to get some very good news.

“I never told you? Natasha isn’t really my sister. She was adopted from the government by my parents. I’m naturally this way because there’s some kind of mutation with my genes but Natasha was grown using some kind of stem cell experiment. She’s really only fourteen years old but she had the mental and physical maturity of someone who is around twenty-one. She was accelerated through the first part of her life for research purposes but when she finished growing the government didn’t know what to do with her. My dad happened to have done some parallel research to the project and when he heard about the girl he asked my mom about the idea of adopting her which my mom agreed to. I don’t really care though. Even though we’re not blood related, Natasha is my sister in every way that counts,” Melanie said. I cringed just a little bit at the last sentence for it was a poor indicator of what might be coming next. “Anyway, stop sidetracking me. We’re supposed to be discussing your problem here. What exactly does it have to do with me sharing you with Natasha?”

Grimacing, I looked down at the wet ground. “Melanie, I know that you want to hear the problem that I’m having right now but part of the problem is that it’s going to end badly for you either way. You’re right in that you have the right to know because you’re going to end up in the middle of this anyway but I still hate to do this,” I sighed. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for anything and plunged ahead.

“Natasha is sick. Really sick. She’s absolutely obsessed with me and wants to take me and use me as her little boy toy. She had been stalking me for at least a year now and I think that she orchestrated several of the meetings between us so she could get closer to me. I have proof of her actions in the form of several thousand photographs that she has taken of me over the past months. Whenever I’m alone with her she had physically abused me, both violently and sexually. She has come within inches of raping me and about as close to killing me. The time when you came out of the shower and I was all cold she had taken me, smothered me unconscious and then thrown me out of the house in a very literal sense. The reason I was asleep when you came downstairs from being on the phone in the attic was because she had suffocated me in an exceedingly perverse manner. I’m afraid that if she gets me alone for long enough she will end up doing permanent bodily damage to me. You’re probably thinking I’m completely insane and feeling like crushing me like a bug right now but I swear that everything I’m saying is true. Melanie, I love you more than I love everyone except for maybe my parents and even that is questionable and I would never try to hurt you. That’s why you need to know about what Natasha’s been doing. She’s using you, even as she’s been supporting you. Whatever kind of experiments they were doing on her in those government labs they messed her up pretty badly and she either needs to get some serious psychiatric help or she needs to be put in jail.”

I said it all without stopping because I knew that if I stopped I would lose my momentum and be unable to continue with the horrible confession that was coming out of my mouth. I watched as Melanie’s expression changed from slightly humorous to shocked and then on to angry and finally just to sad and confused. She was staring at me with a completely indecipherable look on her face and I knew that now all I could do was wait. I had said my piece and it was up to her to decide how she was going to deal with it. Finally she settled into a neutral, blank look. Unzipping her jacket, she stood up and put me on my feet, stepping away from me and zipping it back up again.

She took a second to collect herself before turning to me and saying in a steel cold voice, “Jake, if anyone else made the accusation you just made I would have broken their arm if not their skull. You…I definitely have a lot of love for you and I trust you but I also trust Natasha. I can’t simply believe that you’ve been brutalized on your word alone. If Natasha really is a sadist and is completely obsessed with you, I agree we have a very big problem but she still constitutes my financial support and if you’re right this little revelation is going to change my whole life and that’s a lot of life to change. You’re going to need to show me some evidence and it had better be pretty fucking convincing or I don’t think I can be held accountable for my action.”

Chapter 18: A Shattered Soul

I led the way back to my house, both of us walking in silence, too wrapped up in our own thoughts and revelations to want to speak. There was an uncomfortable type of tension between us at the moment and it put me on edge making me overly conscious of Melanie’s immense stature. If she got the notion into her head that I was lying to her and needed to be punished she could easily hurt me. I was playing a desperate gambit at this point because it was the only way Melanie and I could stay on good terms. I had wanted to have her come to terms with this fact over time but the whole week that had gone before had deprived me of that chance and forced my hand. Around us the rain cascaded down, filling our silence with the sound of its own tumultuous voice.

When Melanie and I arrived at my house we were both sopping wet and I was shivering a bit. I unlocked the door with the spare key that we kept hidden under a rock in the middle of the small garden in front of the house. Taking off my coat I shook it out and then hung it in the close. Melanie did the same and both of us removed our shoes because they were covered in mud. Still silent we moved into the interior of the house which was quiet and dark. Not bothering to turn on any lights I led Melanie up the stairs and into my room. Pulling out my USB drive I plugged it into my laptop and then woke the laptop up.

Both Melanie and I were still literally dripping wet so while I was waiting for the computer to boot I turned to her and asked, “Do you want a towel to dry off with?” She nodded, looking a bit awkward as she stood in the middle of my room and tried not to drip on my stuff. My room was tiny, only about eight by fourteen and my bed took up about a third of the available floor space with a bookshelf on the other side taking up enough so that there was hardly room for the two of us in the room. I had a desk against the back wall that was fitted carefully to minimize the amount of space it took up but the room was still tiny. To get past Melanie I had to slid right by her soaking wet chest which was covered only by a skin tight, plastered on wet shirt at the moment. Under different circumstances I would have found that experience quite arousing but right then all it did was make me even more nervous. I kept expecting her to lash out and snap my neck for the insane accusations I had made.

Once I was clear of the room I quickly went downstairs, grabbed three beach towels from the closet where we kept our summer stuff and one normal towel for me as well. I took my time going back up though. I was debating how to show the pictures to Melanie; whether I should just go ahead and let her look through them or show them to her while talking. I opted for the former figuring that the pictures would speak better themselves than I could. I would have to show her the note at the bottom though because that was my coup de gras. The note would be the thing that would clinch the whole demonstration because it was irrefutable evidence that Natasha was indeed insane. As I came to the top of the stairs and went into my room which was right at the top I tossed the towels to Melanie. She caught them and proceeded to wrap one around her hair, fold one up and put it on the bed to sit on and then used the third to try and draw out some of the water in her clothing. Again, watching her go over herself with a towel, rubbing her huge muscled body would have been hyper-exciting to me under different circumstances but all I saw was the power that was in those huge muscles and it scared me.

Stepping over to my desk I quickly went to the little icon that represented the flash drive and clicked on it. The file opened revealing three other files. One was labeled “stuff”, the second one “Hacking”, and the last one “Evidence”. I selected the third and up popped a window with all of the pictures that Natasha had taken of me. The little scrolling bar on the right side of the page got smaller and smaller as the pictures loaded. Realizing that I had something up, Melanie put down the towel and stood up, walking over behind me. I started to get up so she could see more easily but she dropped her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back into the seat. Leaning forward she let her chest lean onto my head keeping me trapped under her but leaving her hands free to manipulate the computer. It was obvious that she didn’t want me going anywhere while she was looking at the pictures. I wasn’t sure what she thought I would do but this just made it clearer just how thin of ice I was on.

Because she was leaning into me and holding me down with her chest I couldn’t see her face but after about three minutes of silent scrolling I could feel her leaning into me more and I could feel the beat of her heart getting a bit stronger. The hand that was holding the mouse started to shake a bit as it moved over one of the pictures. Melanie clicked on it, enlarging it. It was a picture of me waiting for the bus by the bus stop. Closing it she moved to another one lower down. This one was of me playing with a soccer ball in my back yard, shirtless, during the summer. Further down she found a picture of me running on the running trail that was near to my house. Finally she came to a picture that made her pause for much longer. It was a picture of her and me walking through the woods, Melanie carrying me on her back. This picture was the first one of Melanie and me together and at the bottom Natasha had put in the words, “Touching but temporary.”

Shaking somewhat violently Melanie let go of the mouse and stepped away from the computer, slumping down onto the bed and dropping her face into her hands. Small shudders ran through her body and I realized that she was crying. I got up from the desk, leaving the computer as it was after closing the window with the awful picture. Picking up the third towel from the floor I carefully put it over her shoulders and started to sit down next to her. To my surprise and dismay she jerked away, letting out a little yelp of annoyance and rejection.

“No…no no no! T-this c-c-can’t be. I d-don’t believe it…” she sobbed, refusing to look at me. “I won’t believe it. That’s one picture and for all I know you put that lettering in there yourself. Sure, she’s taken some pictures of you but I’m sure she has a rational explanation. This doesn’t prove it…It doesn’t prove anything!” She was verging on hysterical and I knew that I had to show her the note, as much as I hated to.

“Melanie…” I said softly, hoping that a gentle hand would work here. She ignored me completely.

“Melanie,” I said again, speaking louder but sill gently. I knew what power she had and I could only imagine what it would be like to have your entire world dumped on its head. If I could convince her I wasn’t lying I would have just metaphorically killed her sister that she had always known and loved. However, she ignored the slightly raised voice as well. I sighed, hating to do what I knew I had to next.

“Melanie! For the love of god, get a hold of yourself for ten seconds!” I shouted, cringing immediately afterwards, expecting her to punch me through the nearest wall or throw me out the window. Instead she just jerked her head up, too startled by the volume and tone in my voice to do anything. It occurred to me that I had never actually used any kind of unpleasant voice around her in a serious manner. “I know that what you just saw is awful. I understand that you’re going to have trouble accepting this but you have to believe me. There’s one more thing in here that’s the final proof of what I’m telling you. It’s not pleasant, but none of this is. I wouldn’t be doing this if I had any choice at all. I would never hurt you without absolute necessity so please try to believe me. This is the last thing,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper as I turned away and scrolled all the way down to the bottom of the page. There at the bottom was the small photograph of the note that Natasha had written about me. Taking a deep breath, I enlarged it and then moved away so that Melanie could get at it without needing to lean over me again.

Slowly, she approached the computer as though it were a coiled adder, ready to strike at her as soon as she got in range. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying and her clothing was still clinging to her wet body. Her hair was a disheveled mess and what little makeup she apparently did ware had come off. As her hands came to rest on the chair she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, steadying herself for one final assault upon her life. Then she opened them and looked. She stared at the note for a long time, probably trying to prove to herself that it really was a fake and that I was lying to her. The fact that she wanted to trust her sister so much more than me hurt but it was understandable. Natasha really was very close to Melanie because she had been manipulating her for so long.

After a whole five minutes Melanie reached out and closed the window and then shut down the computer. She turned around and moved to the bed, sitting down beside me on her towel again. I was about to start moving away from her when she reached out and put her arms around me pulling me onto her lap, tight against her body. I was facing towards her, my head between her chest and head and my legs pulled up against my body. Slowly she laid down sideways on my bed, curling up as well so she could fit and hugging me with fierce force. If she was going to hurt me she now was the time. She could just keep squeezing till my back broke or my ribs cracked and I choked to death on my own blood but she didn’t. Instead she leaned her head down and whispered in my ear, “Jake…you’re it. You’re all I have left. Mom and Dad are dead and Natasha is a psychotic stalker. My family is all gone.”

I had wondered about her mom and dad when she said they were on a sabbatical and I had suspected something of this sort but I had been praying that I was wrong. She was right though. I was the only person left that she had to turn to. She had been isolated for her whole life and had no friends or support other than Natasha and me and now the support that had been Natasha had proven false and I was the only thing left. I reached up and put my arms around her neck, pulling myself up till I could rest her head just below my chin. In doing so I pulled my knees up against the bottom of her chest but neither of us were paying attention to that now. Gently, I stroked her messy red hair and hummed very quietly, soothing her as best I could. Exhausted from the huge amount of emotional stress through which she had just gone she was asleep in minutes. I couldn’t sleep though so I just sat there for what seemed like forever, tenderly caressing the most precious thing in the world to me. She stood seven and a half feet tall and could probably lift a car and yet she had been broken like a pane of glass by the cruel lie that her sister had woven around her. As strong as she was she couldn’t have been more poorly equipped to deal with something like this so now it was up to me to make sure she made it through and I was hell-bent on the task. Nothing would stop me from destroying Natasha now that I had her inside job on my side. Natasha was the one responsible for Melanie’s current state and I could tell by the rage bubbling inside me that I was going to make her pay in dividends for what she had done.

Well, since I'm having such a bitch of a time with the Melanie/Jake side of the story I figured I may as well go ahead and post the Natasha Chapter I wrote. I hope you all like it...it's not too long and a bit sketchy and overall I'm not horribly impressed with it but it's not horrible...I think.

Ch ?? : Natasha

I sat there in the underbrush, waiting patiently with my camera poised as it normally was. Dressed in green clothing with some leaves and such in front of me, lying down on the ground, I was practically invisible. I had been lying there for at least two hours already, waiting for him to come by. A couple people had happened along the path but none of them had paused for more than a second and none of them were the person I was looking for. Finally there came the sound of footsteps on the path yet again. Lying absolutely still I waited for the person to whom the footsteps belonged to come into view. It was him, the person I had been waiting all these long hours for. He was dressed as he always was, green jacket and blue jeans, looking happy with a slight blush to his cheeks. Reaching over I flicked on my camera and looked through the viewfinder, glad that it had taken him this long to get here. The light was just perfect now, bright and directly overhead illuminating the whole scene with more than enough light to take decent pictures. I flicked the setting to burst and waited for him to start swinging. He couldn’t resist swinging on a day like this and sure enough he mounted the swing and began to glide over the clearing, happy as a child on Christmas. I shot picture after picture of him, loving the little ways in which he turned and smiled, his long reddish blond hair flying around his face like a glowing halo in the bright sunlight. All too soon he got off of the swing and headed back up the mountain, moving on towards the top as he always did. I wished he would just stay on the swing forever but he never did.

Sighing, I stood up and stretched, letting the kinks and knots work themselves out of my muscles. I was tight from lying on the ground for so long but looking at my pictures, I found myself smiling anyway. The shots were good today and I would have plenty to look at for the next week until he would go hiking again. I had been at this for some time, watching him as he went about various activities on the mountain, hiking and enjoying nature for all that it was. He was such an innocent, kind and happy person, always nice to the plants and such. Many people would leave wakes of destruction if they left the path but he hardly bent a leaf, taking great care not to destroy the flora through which he walked.

I had discovered him a little over six months ago when I was out in the woods trying to figure out what I was going to base my next photography show around. I hadn’t had anything to take pictures of in a long time and I was a bit starved for companions as well. My sister was nice and fun to be with a lot of the time but she was somewhat naïve, though that was partially my fault. I kept her away from the outside world because she wouldn’t fit in and she was too nice for the harsh comments and the like that she would receive from the people who couldn’t stand to see her as nothing but a normal girl with a growth disorder. None the less, her company could grow stale rather quickly because she had little new to discuss with me that she had not gotten from the internet and I couldn’t simply look up. I had stumbled upon the clearing with the swing in it and figure that it would be worth it to see if anyone would happen by. I settled down in the brush that surrounded the clearing, setting up my camera so that its lens was the only thing that was visible. Settling in I waited and very soon that boy had come up the path, singing to himself in a lovely, delicate baritone voice that seemed much too deep for his tiny body. Of course size is relative but that’s still beside the point. I fell in love with him right then and there. I had never been around any boys of his age without them either being with their family or with a girl or a group of friends. Something about this little boy being so alone and adorable made me want him just that much more. I became somewhat obsessed with him, doing everything I could to figure out how often he came up to the mountain and which routes he took. Eventually it lead to me following him home, shadowing him through the woods at great difficulty. I started to amass a portfolio of him and it grew quickly as I tracked and followed him. The pictures sold well for they were natural and I had a good eye with a camera but I didn’t care about the money any more. I cared about him.

Then came that day, that fateful, horrible day which ruined everything for me. I was following him as he went up the mountain, wondering where he would stop today for a rest so I could get more pictures of him when I realized that this was the exact time that my sister would go running. Curious to see what would happen I kept after him as he went higher up the mountain, heading for the summit. I normally would peel off before the top because it was either very open or there was brush that was incredibly thick and almost impossible to go through but today I just couldn’t let him go on alone. I had to make sure he didn’t see my sister without being able to contain him if he looked like he was going to be inclined to make a scene of it. It had happened once before and the person had to be disposed of. It didn’t take long. I had simply grabbed him and pulled him into me, crushing his head into my chest to keep him from making any noise. Then it was a simple matter of hugging tighter and tighter until his neck broke and he stopped moving. I had been trained to kill people if necessary but I had never practiced it. It was easier than I had expected and it left me with a kind of breathless excitement that made me squirm and feel warm all over. The feeble squirmings had given me such a rush of intense pleasure that I had almost just crushed his body in its entirety right then and there. That would have been messier though. Carrying the corpse out into the woods later that night I had buried it a good six feet under mud and some large rocks. They most likely weighed a good three hundred pounds a piece and they wouldn’t be moving for a long time. Even with that job done the feeling of complete power was still enticing to me but I kept it in check. It was worthless unless I had someone to exert the power over.

As the boy reached the top of the mountain I followed slowly, crawling military style through the brush and bushes, glad that I had tucked my hair inside of my shirt to keep it from snagging. There were enough sticks and branches catching everything about me anyway that it would have been completely unmanageable with four and a half feet of hair flying everywhere. I settled down at the edge of the brush, slipping into a doze as I watched him climb up the tree and then lie there, slowly falling asleep. I considered taking a couple of pictures but the angle was bad and I would be shooting almost into the sun which would be no good. Instead I waited, hoping against all hope that I wouldn’t have to kill him. I wanted him, that was sure, but I didn’t want him dead. I wanted him in my arms and nowhere else, safe inside my strong clutches and pressed tight to my warm, loving bosom. Perhaps if he did freak out I would just take him and keep him in the house where he couldn’t get away. That would be preferable to killing him certainly.

My heart started as I heard the footsteps of my sister thudding up the hill, strong and measured. I looked up and saw that the boy in the tree had noticed them too. My stomach clenched as I prepared myself to spring incase he freaked and tried to run. To my surprise though he did no such thing. He simply sat there and stared at my sister like she was a goddess. She was dressed conservatively as she always was when she was out running. Still, it was easy to tell that he was completely and totally enamored with her right then and there. I felt something that had been tugging for a long while bend and then finally snap. A roiling, bubbling sense of rage started to build in me. I had watched him for too long for it to end like this. He wasn’t going to be falling in love with my sister, he was going to fall in love with me and there was no question about that. I would make him mine and only mine so that no one else could touch him. Clenching my fists, I slowly slid backwards and headed away from the top of the hill, dead set on capturing the heart of the mysterious boy who had fallen in love with that bitch of a girl who called herself my sister. She could be useful though. Perhaps if he liked her he would like me more for I was less bulky, better endowed, older and prettier than my sister. If I could get her to bring him home to me then I could charm him away from her and it would be even easier than trying to approach him without him having had any sort of prior experience with women of our type. Let my clumsy step-sister go through the clumsy steps of getting him acquainted with amazons and then sweep him off his feet with love and attention like he had never known. It would be perfect.