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I know that Aaron would let me stay here but I would never want to leave then. I need to move on and get away from him so that I don’t embarrass myself by admitting my feelings for him. The man is almost a decade older than me. I’m sure that he’s not interested in me like that. I think he just sees me as the little kid from next door. He probably would never have let me stay over here if he didn’t know about my stepfather, Conrad.
Aaron is a good guy and I’m lucky to be living next door to him. I’m lucky that he’s so nice and that he was willing to help me out and let me stay here when things get too bad at home.
The first night I came to his house in the middle of the night I was so scared and I didn’t know where else to go so I had run across the yard and knocked on his front door. He had sleepily opened the door but when he saw me standing there close to tears, he had seemed wide awake. He let me come in and offered me his guest room.
I had snuck back over to his house the next night and knocked on the door again, this time explaining to him why I was there and so upset and when I woke the next morning there had been a spare key on his kitchen counter for me with a note telling me the guest room was all mine and to come over whenever I wanted.
I never liked my stepfather but I never could exactly explain why. My mom had been sick when she met him but had been able to hide it. I think that she only married him because he had a lot of money. She wanted me to be taken care of after she left in some way. I think that he only married her because she was beautiful and twenty years his junior. He was never abusive or anything to us and we had anything that we could ever need thanks to him but there was still this feeling.
Even before they were married, I would catch his eyes on me and start to feel uncomfortable. He would stare for a little too long or at places that weren’t appropriate for him to be looking at on his new stepdaughter. I would bend over to get something and look over to see him staring at my ass. It got worse after my mom died. She had been sick for a while and the heart medication wasn’t helping so I knew it was coming. Didn’t make her passing any easier though.
Conrad only got worse after my mom was gone. It got to the point that I would try to spend as little time at home or around him as I could. He moved past just looking at me to touching me. His hands would linger for too long or his grip would be too tight and I just knew that something worse was coming. I didn’t feel safe there at night so I would sneak out.
I stop at the top of the stairs and look over to Aaron’s door. It’s cracked open slightly and I can see just inside the room to his bed. The lights are off so all I can really see are shapes and all of a sudden, I have the strongest desire to go into his room and sleep with him. This may be one of my last chances to be close to him I realize. I’ll be leaving in less than a week so what’s the worst that could happen? He tells me to get out of his room? I think that the embarrassment from that would be worth it if I was able to know what it was like to lay next to him. To feel his arms wrapped around me or to rest my head on his chest.
Not giving myself time to second guess my decision, I push his door open further and pad over to his bed. He’s lying on the left side so I walk over to the right and gently pull the covers back. I slide my jeans down and take my bra off so that I’m just in my shirt and panties and then slide under the covers. I hold my breath and try to remain still as I wait to see if he wakes up.
After a few minutes, I release my breath and roll over onto my side to face him. It’s still too dark in his room to see his face but I don’t think that he woke up. He must be a heavy sleeper. I let myself relax into the mattress and as my eyes fall closed, I think about how laying there surrounded in his smell and listening to his steady breaths is the safest I have felt in a long time.
Chapter3
Aaron
Ilay in the dark and listen to her breathing even out before I open my eyes and roll over to face her. I can’t believe she’s in my bed. I’ve spent every night since I met her wishing that she would one day be where she is now. Wishing that I could fall asleep every night with her next to me and wake every morning to see her face on the pillow next to mine.
Having her sleep in the room across the hall from mine every night was its own kind of torture. I loved knowing that she was here and that she was safe, that she felt safe here, but I wanted her to be in my room, not the guest room. Now she’s here and I don’t know what to do with myself.
I was planning on waiting until she turned 18 and was legal before I asked her to move in with me for real. She would get away from her stepfather and I would get to spend all of my time with her and know that she was safe and that she had everything that she might need. I would also get to try to make her fall in love with me like I had fallen in love with her.
Only three days to go, I think to myself as I watch her sleep. I need to figure out a way to get her to stay. Maybe I could find a different place. I know she doesn’t want to live next door to her asshole stepfather. I know that she’s been looking to leave. She uses my computer sometimes and the last time she did I checked the search history and saw that she was looking for apartments in Austin. I could live in Austin. I could live anywhere as long as she is there with me.
I don’t even know if she’s planning on going to college or not. Maybe we’ll have to find a place close to campus. This old farm used to belong to my parents before they passed away and while it has some good memories in it, I’d rather make new ones with Annalise than be apart from her or make her live next to someone she fears.
Now, I just need to get her to fall in love with me and agree to move in with me. I have three days before she turns 18, graduates, and leaves. That doesn’t leave me much time but I think that I can do it. She already feels safe around me or no way would she have come here looking for protection from her stepfather. She must feel something for me or she wouldn’t have crawled into bed and pressed her tempting body up against mine while she slept. I see the way she looks at me sometimes. How her eyes roam over me and I’ve caught her staring at me on several occasions. The blush that follows after is always my favorite part.
If I can’t get her to fall in love with me, there are other ways to tie her to me and make sure that she always stays with me and stays safe. I think about making a baby with her. We would always be in each other’s life then and I feel myself get hard just thinking about sliding into her virgin pussy. I picture her belly swollen with our child and I can feel the cum leaking out into my boxers.
I roll over and take one last look at her in the dark room before I close my eyes.Three more days, I think as I drift off to sleep.
Chapter4
Annalise
Iblink my eyes open when the alarm on my phone goes off and am confused about where I am for a second. Then, I feel Aaron’s arm wrapped protectively around my waist. I smile to myself before I remember that I need to leave and get ready for school.
I wiggle out from under his arm but when I turn to look at him, I see that his eyes are already open. My face flames as my eyes meet his but he just gives me a gentle smile and tells me good morning. I go to say it back to him when my second alarm goes off and I realize if I don’t leave now, I’ll be late for school.
“Got to go!” I yell as I grab my clothes off the floor and run down the stairs and out the door.
I run across the grass and into my house, not stopping until I have slammed my bedroom door behind me. I throw my clothes from yesterday into the hamper and hurriedly pull on clean clothes before I run a brush through my hair and tie my shoes.
I pull the bedroom door open and almost run right into Conrad but luckily, I’m able to pull up short.
“Well, hello there Annalise. Running late for school?”
“Yes. So, if I could just get by.” I say as I try to squeeze between him and the door frame but he blocks my way again.
“You know, you probably wouldn’t be running so late if you were to actually sleep in your own bed.”
