First Light of Day, Part 3

by Cassandrablue

Take her with me? God, how I wanted to! But how could I? My thoughts were racing each other as I lay there holding my sweet Maggie, thoughts of her sitting in some lonely motel room with me, her whole life ahead of her yet stuck hiding out with me. They would come after me for taking her, and then we would really be on the run. And what about Janice? She was back there with most of the loot and there was no way she would go for taking a 10-year-old girl along for the ride.

For the first time, I began to regret the life I had… well, I hadn’t so much chosen it as I had allowed it to choose me. But why couldn’t I have met someone nice, someone who wasn’t a thief? Janice hated the world and everybody in it, and she robbed people because they had it coming. For me, it was a game, but for her it was fuck or get fucked. She was a true dyke, stereotypical, the kind people made fun of, the kind who hated men but cut her hair and dressed like a man. And as I lay there with my naked little lover, I actually thought of Janice and got disgusted. I had really gone astray. I had gone with Janice - let’s face it – because she was like a man. She was strong, a protector, and she had that romantic look of an outlaw. I was a weak-willed person, easy to persuade because I had no idea how to take care of myself, let alone anyone else.

“Maggie,” I said, “there is no way I can take you with me.”

“No?” the little girl sobbed. “Why not?”

“You don’t know anything about my life, angel. I’ve been places and I’ve done… things. You don’t want to come with me, really.”

“Yes, I do,” she said. “I don’t like living with Grandma and Grandpa. They don’t let me have any fun.”

“But you’re clothed and well-fed and you have Molly and a nice warm bed…”

“Everything I say or do is a sin, Kat!”

Oh, there it was, wasn’t it? Sin, the big S word. The good old Baptists, standing so tall and prim and proper! God, how I hated the way they indoctrinated the young! And if you rebelled, there came the rod!

“Do they spank you, Maggie?”

“Ye-es,” Maggie said, “they do.”

Oh God, the spankings. But they glorified it by saying it was the Lord’s way. They said it was not done with anger, it was not a beating. It was a ritual, the telling of what you’ve done wrong, sitting down, taking you across their lap, and using a belt or a switch so that the bare hand never makes contact with your flesh. They say it is love, the Lord’s way. Spare the rod, spoil the child. It is not to break your spirit, but your will to do wrong…

So, dear Mother and Father, where did my spirit go if you did not take it from me?

“Oh, Kat, please…” she said tearfully. “I can touch you, too. I can make you feel good like you make me feel good.”

The thought of that made me tingle. At the same time, I felt so unclean, so dirty in her presence. Why couldn’t I just shut off my thoughts for a second and feel?

“I want to do it now,” she said. “What?” I asked.

“Touch you…”

“You do?”

Within seconds my Maggie was straddling me again, but this time she was unbuttoning my shirt. A smile appeared on her face, a renewed excitement stopping the tears. I reached up and wiped those tears away and gave myself to her for the moment. My thought was, what if this is the only chance we ever get for such a thing, for her to pleasure me and for me to feel pleasure from her?

My shirt was open and I sat up, allowing her to slip it off. I unhooked my bra and removed it for her, as I thought her little fingers would not be up to such a task. She looked at my breast as I lay back down. She hesitated, then reached out and stroked them with her fingers. She focused on the nipples, caressing them to hardness, grinning at the result.

“Pinch them, sweetie,” I said. “I like that.”

“Really?” God, did she pinch them, and I mean hard, but that was indeed just how I like it! I gasped and closed my eyes, feeling the shock waves go through my body. When I opened them again, all I could see was Maggie’s smile, and the look in her eyes that told me she was going to enjoy this.

“Can I suck on them?”

“Don’t even ask, baby,” I said softly. “Do as you please. I am sure that anything you do is going to feel good.”

My Maggie lay against me and I stroked her hair as she closed her mouth about one nipple. To my surprise, she reached up and pinched the other so as not to neglect it while she sucked the one. Oh, dear readers, whoever you are, it was so heavenly to be suckled by her, and knowing I liked the pinching, she even bit, but she used some restraint there. She switched from one nipple to the other and it felt so good that it caused a tingling in my loins. I began moving my legs below, squeezing them together. My Maggie lifted her face from my breast and grinned.

“Now I get to touch your cunt.”

“Where,” I gasped, ”did you ever hear such a word?”

“A boy said it on the playground. He said boys have cocks and girls have cunts.”

Oh, well, on every playground there’s a kid who knows it all, isn’t there? I undid my pants and Maggie lay beside me. I took her hand and slipped it down my panties. I had to spread my own lips and then I pressed her fingers to my clit.

“Rub just like that,” I whispered.

I don’t know if her touch was good or not. The excitement of her touching me might have made up for any awkwardness in her probing. All I know is that all I had to do was lean her way a bit and her mouth was right back at my closest nipple, biting and sucking at it as she worked her fingers at my clit. I tried my best to clear my mind of everything, and my Maggie helped in that way, for after a moment I could think of nothing but what she was doing to me.

If I did think of anything, it was about the first time another girl had touched me in such a way. Like Maggie, and like myself at the time, she had been young and inexperienced, but oh how her touch had thrilled me!

Maggie was so patient about her fondling, I was surprised. And it was nice. I was used to having to rush myself, sometimes even faking it, but here there was no rush. When I finally asked Maggie to rub faster and more firmly, it was my clit begging for it. I was on the edge, and I needed a push.

The world was spinning and I closed my eyes and felt the warmth and the tingle, the fire rising inside. I held my breath, tensing time after time, reaching for it, like a piece of fruit dangling just beyond my grasp, and then, suddenly, it was there and I fought it just a bit, tightening everything, tensing everywhere.

“Oh!” I cried, and I felt Maggie press herself to me as I came. It was a wonderful orgasm, the kind that comes from waiting, from allowing the fire to slowly build. It lasted a long time, and I know that it excited Maggie, for I could feel her grinding against my thigh. “Oh, my love,” I said, “that was wonderful.”

“Mmmm,” she smiled softly at me as I looked at her. “That was fun. You want me to lick you now?”

“Oh, baby,” I said, “I can’t go again right away like you. Besides, I don’t think it would smell or taste very good right now.” Maggie smelled her fingers and she made an icky-face, then smiled and shook her head. “Anyway,” I said, “I should be getting you back to the house.”

By saying that I instantly turned my niece’s smile to a frown. God, was there any way I could leave this time without breaking her little heart? God, I hated the world, not like Janice did, but for all its taboos and its righteousness, and half the time it was hypocrisy!

I have to say that my little niece did her best not to cry as we climbed back up to the car and climbed in, she put her panties on and I pulled the car out, heading back to the road that led back to my parents’ house. She was quiet and I was quiet, and she snuggled against me as I drove.

I knew I would have to speak to my mother. I didn’t want Maggie to get into trouble. I was the outcast daughter, the bad girl, and it wasn’t going to hurt me to get a helping of whatever my mother dished out. Believe me, she had dished it all out before. The only fear I had was of my father. What if he had discovered Maggie’s absence and stayed home from the field this morning?

When we pulled up to the house, Molly came out barking excitedly and Maggie and I got out, looking sadly at one another. The backdoor opened and there stood my mother, looking at me like she was seeing a ghost.

“Hello, Mother,” I said. “I wanted to see Maggie, so I kind of snuck in-“

“How dare you!” she said. “Maggie, get in the house and go up to your room.”

Maggie rushed to me and stood by my side, hugging me.

“Grandma,” she said. “Don’t be mad at Aunt Kat. She was just scared to see you.”

“I bet she was!” my mother said. “Get in the house, Maggie!”

“No!” Maggie yelled. “I will not!”

I sensed a spanking coming now whatever happened. I wanted so much to say something, but I began to feel dizzy again. I was tired and hungry and thirsty. I needed to sit down, but it was too late for that…

The next thing I knew I was coming to with my head in my mother’s lap. She had pressed a cold washcloth to my brow. The look of concern in her eyes was not something she could conceal. There were even tears. Maggie stood by with a glass of water, and my mother helped me to sit up and have a drink. My mother backed away from me and maintained her distance. She wiped her eyes with her apron.

“Are you hungry?” my mother asked with little emotion.

“Yes,” I said.

“Well, I can cook you some bacon and eggs, then you’ve got to be on your way. I can’t let you go without giving you a good meal, Katherine, but that’s all I can do.”

“I know.”

“You look like you need some rest. There’s a motel just up the road near Lancer’s. It’s where the sinners go to bed down together come the weekend. You should feel right at ho-“ she stopped there. “You should be able to rest there, if you have the money for a room.”

“I do.”

“All right then. Wait here. I will bring your breakfast out in a few. Maggie, say your goodbyes and get back in the house. You’re not even dressed proper.”

My heart sank. My mother would not even allow me inside. And Maggie stood there with tears welling in her eyes. This was all happening much too fast. I didn’t have time to think. God, I wanted to take Maggie, jump in the car and run away with her, take her far away from here. But I lacked the strength, the spirit.

Maggie stepped over to me, she put her arms about my neck and hugged me tight. I felt as if she were being stripped away from me, and she must have felt the same, only ten times worse. She left my shoulder warm and wet with her tears and then ran. The door slammed. I looked up. Molly came to me. I pet and hugged the old girl as I cried. Molly whimpered and licked my face, as if she knew.

Not much to say about the remainder of my visit. I ate the food. It was how I remembered, delicious. And my mother even cracked a smile, almost, as I thanked her. I got up, walked to my car, turned and looked up. I saw Maggie looking down from her open window. I looked at my mother. She hesitated at the door, looking my way.

“Mother?”

“Yes,” she said.

“I’ll be at the motel you told me about… if you want to talk. But I will be probably be leaving after I have a good sleep, so I-“

“We have nothing to talk about, Katherine,” she said. “May the Lord have mercy upon you.”

I got in the car. I started it up. I pulled out and drove away. I found the motel. I got a room. I went to this liquor store across the way and bought a bottle. I made myself as comfortable as I could, watched the crap on the TV, and passed out.

I slept for quite a while. I woke up a couple of times, but just drank some more and passed out again. It was only when I woke up early in the morning, long past when my mother would have had a chance to come talk with me, that I tossed what was left of the bottle, took a shower and headed back out onto the road.

I felt numb, driving away from everything I knew again, and the only person I loved with all my heart and soul. I searched the radio for anything, but all I got was fuzz. I turned it off. I stuck my arm out the window. As the light entered the sky and I breathed in the morning air, I smelled a familiar smell. If I hadn’t been so hollow, so empty, I might have enjoyed it… and I knew what it was, it was what remained of Maggie, her presence in the car, the scent she had left there…the scent, as if she were still…

Oh, god… I reached back and touched the hair atop someone’s head.

“So…” Maggie said, her head popping up from the backseat, “where are we going, aunt Kat?”

… to be continued, definitely….