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Author's infos Gender: Female Age: Secret Location: N/A |
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| Introduction: Don't judge a book by its cover. | ||
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I've never thought I was very interesting. I hung around with all the other guys in school who had nobody else to hang with. I suppose I was just with them because I wasn't one of the cool dudes. I'm just the guy nobody notices, and mostly, that suits me fine. About three months before my sixteenth birthday, my dad got a huge promotion offer. The company had decided to expand and needed Dad to head the business overseas. I couldn't think of anything more horrible, and became completely depressed. With a month to go my mother had picked up how unhappy I was and she and my father took to closing their bedroom door in the evenings long before they went to sleep. I'd heard my father raise his voice more than once with an emphatic, "NO WAY IN HELL" but I had no idea what they'd discussed. Apparently they'd been discussing whether I could stay behind and live with my aunt until I finished school. My mother's 21-year-old baby sister Liyoni was a weird and wacky woman who has always been the black sheep of the family - literally. She was adopted from Sri Lanka and had this amazing caramel skin that she kept covered from the sun to keep from turning black. She usually wore weird hippie clothes and layers of fringing and beads, with bodysuits and tights underneath, and five or ten different strings of beads around her neck. Her house was full of insense and candles and posters of religions and star charts and spiritual things. Her hair was usually striped in different colours. My mother always said it didn't make sense, because she had grown up in a "normal" family and had no excuse for being weird. Somehow my dad lost that argument and they asked Liyoni if I could stay for two years. I couldn't believe this all had happened without them even asking me. I mean... Liyoni was nice, but living with her? I couldn't imagine that freaky house being my home. I certainly couldn't imagine ever one day bringing girls home to that place. Liyoni didn't even count as a "girl" and probably wouldn't even understand why. She was a strange relative that was barely even female. I tried to imagine her undressed and realised that with all the clothes she wore, I had no idea what her figure was like. But whatever, I supposed I could learn to just avoid the crazywoman if it meant I didn't have to move overseas. The weeks rolled by, school holidays started. I'd carry a box or two over most days, dropping the stuff in Liyoni's garage without going into the house, hoping that the less I spoke to her the less interest she would show in me. My dad moved my furniture into her spare room while I just stared at the floor. We had a family dinner for my birthday without any guests, which was fine by me. Eventually I stood in the airport and waved my family goodbye. Liyoni stood beside me and did the same, and I realised that now I was stuck and would have to go home with this nutcase. The car ride home wasn't very chatty. I don't quite know what I expected, living with her, but I suppose there was some pre-conceived idea that since she was an adult and I was a kid, that she'd take over the stuff my mother had done, things like washing clothes and cooking dinner. That first night I figured out I was wrong. Liyoni made herself cheese on toast as I hovered in the kitchen waiting for mine. She picked up her plate to leave the room, and must have noticed the expectant expression on my face. "There's tomato in the fridge too if you want it," she said, which clearly told me I was on my own. She might as well have just told me that there were no parents in the house. After I'd made and eaten something I stacked the dishwasher, but I couldn't work out how to start it. I found Liyoni sitting at her small table, facing me, a crystal ball in front of her, but she wan't touching it as her hands weren't in sight. So I smiled and walked in, asking how to work the dishwasher. It was a moment before I realised I had interrupted her as she was meditating, or doing something. Her face was expressionless, all except her eyes. She just kinda stared at me, and weirded me out. I didn't like people staring at me. I liked it better when people just didn't notice me. "Jonahhhhh," she said. And that was it. She said nothing else. It was getting more and more bizarre. Her mouth dropped half open and her eyes glazed over then rolled back in her head. Her shoulders shivered a bit, then she looked back at me, and brought her hands up from beneath the table and placed them palm-down on the swirled tablecloth. She smiled and stood up like everything was fine. "Let's see the dishwasher." Holy cow. I was living with a total basket case and my family weren't even in the same country anymore. I was so busy trying to make sense of the weird crystal ball incident that it wasn't until a few minutes had passed that I noticed her garb. All the layers of shawls and beads and cloth were absent. She was wearing only a green pair of tights and a black tights top. She was almost built like a gymnast. Lithe and slender, modest bust and nothing provocative or curvy about her at all. She was like a jungle cat, not an ounce of extra fat on her anywhere. And she didn't walk like a weird bag lady either. She padded from room to room in her bare feet. She just seemed someone incredibly in touch with their own muscles, someone as balanced as an acrobat and delicate as a ballerina. My brain couldn't seem to take it in, couldn't accept that this creature was the weirdo I usually saw dressed in a thrift shop ensemble. I couldn't even picture her as the object of my desires. The women in that role were all big-busted blonde beauties like Chelsea at school. Liyoni just got weirder and weirder and messed with my head because I didn't know what to think of her now. She wasn't a mother-type or a girlfriend type or a sister-type, she was a weirdo, a bag lady, an exotic animal, a gymnast. She realised I was staring and said, "I'm at home. A person's home is their sanctuary, the place they can be whomever they want their mind to identify with. I don't wear the uniform when I am relaxing." (UNIFORM???) She paused as if unsure whether I was listening. I was probably still trying to work out whether she was an exotic animal. "You may be as you feel here too, Jonah. Don't allow society's culture to shape the person you want to become. Dress and live as you see fit." I left her to the dishwasher and went to bed to try to work that one out. My first day at Liyoni's house had spun me upside down. I wasn't even able to conjure up an image of the hot blonde prefect from school to wank with. Liyoni and her weirdness kept distracting me. I gave up and fell asleep unsatisfied. In the morning there was no Liyoni anywhere in the house. I heard some weird singing coming from out the back door. Actually, it was more like chanting, so I figured it had to be her and her freaky stuff. She was pegging items onto the washing line with her back to me, and murmuring some foreign phrase over and over in a vaguely-musical tone. And then she shocked me again. She was wearing something else yet again that didn't match her. A light blue dress halfway past her knees, bare calves, slender hips hidden completely by its straight cut design. It was so pale and so thin that as she shifted out of an early-morning shadow, the sun shone straight through it and painted her body in ethereal silhouette. It was really the first time I'd managed to think about her being feminine. Just standing there, her simple act of hanging washing with her arms up, almost took my breath away with the perfection of the moment. The sun traced the delicate mound of her breasts, the subtle round of her bottom and the outline of slender legs. I just watched her, entranced by her flawless glory. I felt stirring in my pants as my manhood began to awaken to the thoughts in my head. My mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out, so I turned around and went to the shower. Under the spray as I stroked myself I wondered what the hell was wrong with me. I'd begin to get hard at the thought of her and then wonder why I liked her when she didn't have huge boobs or blonde hair. I'd try to make myself think about Chelsea, yet Liyoni and her stupid washing basket would intrude on my fantasy. I'd look down in despair, wondering what girls would think of my cock, and I'd go down to half size again. When I look back now I know I wasn't small, but at the time nothing about myself seemed right. I imagined Liyoni's honey hands touching me and the thought drove me almost insane, turning me rock hard and finally succeeding in elbowing out the other thoughts. I imagined her sitting at her table, ignoring the crystal ball and massaging me under the tablecloth. It was the weirdest wank session I'd ever had, but I came for longer than I'd remembered, too. I figured it was a good day to avoid her, so I stayed in my room after that. She knocked in the afternoon to tell me she was going to work. She was wearing all the weird layers and beads again and I realised I had no idea what she did for a living. "I teach people to focus," she said, then smiled, and left. Whatever. She was weird. When she had left I snooped in her bedroom. One wall had an enormous dressing table that was crammed with ornaments and nicknacks of every kind. The second had her wardrobe, filled with shirts, shawls and ankle-length skirts of every description. Her bed sat in the middle, and the last wall had the table. Today there was no crystal ball on it, but a mirror. I decided I'd ask her about that mirror later on. She was back a few hours later and immediately removed half her clothes, showing me that glorious blue dress once again. "Liyoni, you teach fortune telling?" She cocked her head at me, almost as a sparrow would size up another bird. "I don't read other people's futures, Jonah." As she stated this I wondered aloud why she had a crystal ball. "Let me show you, Jonah. It is my focus table." She took my hand and led me to her room, showing me the mirror. "Every person needs a time and place for their solitude. Somewhere the outside world does not touch, where you can simply reflect and be you, and ponder your life and its direction in the universe. When I have the ball here it is because I want to think about simplifying my life. That ball is simple and simplicity is something I want in my life." She picked up the mirror. "This is for when I want to examine my own actions and think about myself as a person. Some days I have the picture album for creativity. Some days it is the song book, for me to give my music to the earth. Some days it is to think about the person that will one day share my life. I can imagine him to be anyone I desire." Liyoni paused for a moment and stared intently at a spot over Jonah's head. "There are times where it is to reflect on the fact that I have thought or done things that are wrong." She placed the mirror on the pile of nicknacks and searched for a moment, before returning with a jelly-filled stress ball which she put on the table. "It shall be twofold this afternoon, it will be tactile and reflective on my impure thoughts." She sat down at the table and squeezed the stressball gently. As I watched it in her slender hands it became first egg-shaped, then cylindrical, her slim fingers stroking it as if for an erect penis. By now she was behaving as if I were not in the room, and my own pants were steadily becoming too tight as I thought again of those beautiful hands caressing me instead of the stress ball. Without warning she left it on the table and took her hands away. It began to slowly change shape back to its original form. I turned and walked to the door, pulling it closed as I left, and wondering about this weird creature while my dick still tented my shorts insistantly. I slid a hand in to free myself then pondered the keyhole right at my eye-level. Peering though I saw the same picture. Liyoni was sitting there oblivious, exactly as she had the other day, her posture the same. As I watched and continued to touch myself, she began to move slightly. I expected her to stand up, but she didn't. Instead, I realised, she was simply making an ever-so-slight movement right there in her seat. Her mouth fell open again and I had a strange sense of de-ja-vu, remembering how she'd sat there the day before and said my name. She was staring now, eyes glassy, and her upper arms now obviously moving, doing something below the tablecloth. After a moment she was whispering and with a start I saw her mouth my name. For a second I thought she knew I was watching, until I saw that her eyes were completely sightless as her movements continued to grow more dramatic. I had almost forgotten about my dick in hand until I realised she was masturbating furiously. She was panting, her shoulders moving as her head arched, and this turned me on beyond belief, just the idea of being able to watch her as she thought about me. I could hear her then, saying, "Jonahhhh... Jonahhhh...." which morphed just into one long quiet ahhhhhh as she climaxed in front of my very eyes. I think I only managed two or three more strokes before I came all over her door. It was lucky that she chose to go into her ensuite bathroom right then, or I'd never have managed to clean up before she found out. I slept deeply that night. |
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