Title: Cierra's Diary: Confessions - Chapter Two Author: Neko Niece Keywords: f(16) {Flashback M g(7)} Incest, Petting, Non-Consent Summary: 16yo Cierra is confronted by the ramifications of her past. [ Author's Note: The story you are about to read is ] [ erotic fiction and is intended for entertainment ] [ purposes only. The story tags indicate the type ] [ of eroticism involved. Do not read this story if ] [ you cannot agree with this erotic genre or if it ] [ is not legal in your area to do so. However, if ] [ you read this story and enjoyed it, please consider ] [ taking a moment to go to ] [ http://www1.asstr.org/~loli/neko.html ] [ and submit a feedback form. Your continued feedback ] [ is my motivation for writing. Thank you! ] ~Neko =^.^= ------------------------------------------------------- A Tale from Cierra's Diary Confessions Chapter Two It had started to rain by the time my mother came from the prosecuting attorney's office. It wasn't a heavy rain, just a sprinkling. Enough to make rivulet's down the window and darken the still hot pavement. Even so she jiggled as she ran, ducking her head over her purse. I guess she was afraid that the makeup and the skirt she always wears to church... once a year at Christmas... would be ruined. She'd even styled her hair. Yeah. For this. "Hey kiddo," she said as she slid into the driver's seat. "I was thinking. Would you like to go for ice cream, or maybe we could stop somewhere for lunch?" I looked at her and blinked. Was she even serious? Yeah. I think she was. I reached over and turned on the radio. "Party Like A Rockstar" was in full blast, effectively drowning out any need for a response. I looked out the window at the stone building the office was in downtown. The brass cornerstone read 1908 and the US flag sagged as it slowly soaked up the rain. I traced a beading trickle of water with my finger as gravity pulled it ever down the side window. The car started, and I held my gaze away from my mother. It wasn't that I didn't love her. I did. But too much had happened. Too much that I couldn't talk to her about. Not even now that she knew. Especially now. No, instead I watched as we passed by the rain dampened buildings and pretended to listen to the radio. The opening to "A Whole New World" began to play on the radio. Toddy and I both loved Aladdin. We must have watched it hundreds of times until the VHS tape finally gave up and died, not to mention all the times he would pretend he was Aladdin and I was PRINCESS Jasmine. Oh yes, even back then I nurtured a crush on the poor boy. We were actually watching Aladdin when Uncle Marty first brought me into his own little secret world. It was a few days after the incident in the garage. I'd found out later that my Uncle Marty had been true to his word. He hadn't told on either me or Toddy. The cover story had been his idea in fact. Todd had been into his tools again and that was why he was punished. Neither my Aunt nor my Mom had any reason to question the story. I had been so relieved. After that day, my uncle and me became inseparable buds. I really liked him for not telling on us. Toddy told me later that night his dad talked to him about what happened and had explained some things to him, but he was glad too. For a while, everything was great. Then as I said, one day as I was watching Aladdin with Toddy for the umpteenth time when my uncle came in and sat down on the couch. He was holding a glass of iced tea and was wearing his Snoopy and the Red Baron Tshirt... And of course shorts. "Hey Kiddo," he said to catch my attention. "Wanna sit up here and cuddle a bit?" DID I ever! I thought he was the best person in the world and I loved it when he asked me to do things with him. So with a glace to see if Todd minded, I moved from the floor to the couch. I don't think Toddy even realized I'd gone from sitting right next to him and I thought that was pretty funny. I giggled and snuggled into my Uncle Marty's side. He offered me a sip of his iced tea, which I of course too, and put his arm around me as we settled in to watch the movie. To be honest, I don't remember how his hand got to where it did. I just remember being shocked by the realization that something was brushing up against my koneko. Ok, so I didn't call it back then. That pet name didn't actually materialize until many years later after I started getting involved with Japanese animation. "Neko" is the word for cat, while "ko" denotes something of small size or stature. I don't know if it is technically a term that is used by anyone else. Probably not, since I made it up myself. So, in essence it was my "little kitty" that was being touched. Understand now? Thought you might. I looked down saw his hand between my legs. The palm rested on my thigh with his pointer finger snug up against the material of my shorts, right at the vee. It was almost an imperceptible movement of his finger, but in an area that wasn't used to touch, it was like turning on the stereo full blast in a room that has been silent for hours. There wasn't any way that I couldn't notice. I looked up at him, my eyes sought his, but he was carefully watching the television. I was confused and more than a little afraid. I remember thinking about the safety lessons in school where they teach children that no one should touch you there and I was terrified that something bad was going to happen because now someone had. I didn't know what would happen, but I was expecting -something-. After all, there had to be some sort of reason it was a bad touch. So I stayed absolutely still and pretended it wasn't happening while waiting for perhaps a great agonizing pain or perhaps I'd get sick and die or who knows what. Yet nothing happened except for my tummy being queasy with worry. All the time my stomach was sick. I wanted to get away, but I was afraid to move. Just as the movie was getting over and Aladdin and Jasmine were hugging a tearful reunion, Uncle Marty stopped his caress and took his hand away. As the ending credits began he mussed up my hair like he always did and asked me if I liked the movie. I was completely befuddled. He didn't act any different at all and I was somehow free from whatever it was that was bad. Not to mention that I didn't want to believe my beloved uncle was a bad man. The type that they told us about. Everyone said that I should tell someone if anyone touched me there. But, he didn't tell on me. I knew I couldn't. So I just nodded. He gave me a big hug and smile. "You know what Kiddo?" he asked me. "I really love you," he told me with another hug. I swear that I felt all the badness that had previously had me paralyzed with fright, melt away under that hug. "Do you remember how I kept your secret with Todd?" he whispered into my ear then looked into my eyes as we practically pushed our noses together. I nodded that I did, my arms still around his neck from the hug. "Good," he said quietly as he kissed the tip of my nose. "Because I want to ask that you keep our secret." I didn't have to ask what secret he meant. I already knew. "I won't tell," I whispered back. "Ever." He grinned and hugged me again as I fiercely clung to him. Toddy got up and stopped the VHS and turned to look at us. He sorta rolled his eyes and announced he was going outside to play. "Wait for me," I declared suddenly and squirmed until I was on my feet and ran after my cousin. I've kept our secret Uncle Marty, I mused as Mom pulled into our driveway. She clicked off the ignition, cutting Bon Jovi off without a prayer. I just stared at the dripping pine tree in our front yard. After a few moments of silence, Mom said, "You coming in or you going to sit out here?" I could tell she was annoyed. She always did when the plans she made don't work out the way she envisioned them. That's how I knew how much of a disappointment to her that I truly was. I didn't answer, just watched as a squirrel hopped from the branch on the pine onto the electrical line. Or perhaps it was the cable line. How should I know what it was anyway? "Fine then," my mom said after yet more silence. It's amazing how many times I've made people say that very line in disgust. "Be sure to lock the car up before you come in." Lock the car. Right. Why? Who really cares if the car got stolen anyway? Like anyone would want the old piece of crap. I didn't say that aloud, but it wouldn't have mattered as the car door opened and shut. I watched my mother jiggle her way into the house through the reflection in the window. I didn't even have to turn my head. I felt a pang that she'd left me even though I wanted to be alone. If I was her, I probably wouldn't care about me either, I presumed. Putting my palm against the car window, I could feel the tiny plicks of raindrops as they beat against the glass. The warmth of my hand steamed the cooling glass slightly so that it left an imprint when I took my hand away. "I kept our secret Uncle Marty," I repeated again, this time out loud. "Why did you have to go and screw everything up?" I screamed into the silence. That was when the tear muscles in my throat began working overtime. ------------------------------------------------- [ This work is copyrighted (c) to Neko Niece. ] _.---.._ _.---...__ .-' /\ \ .' /\ / `. ( ) \ / ( ) / `. \/ .'\ /`. \/ .' ``---'' ) ( ``---'' .';.--.;`. .' /_...._\ `. .' `.@ @.' `. ( \/ ) `.___..-'`-..___.' \ / `-.____.-' [ascii art(c)Felix Lee] [ All rights are reserved by the author. The ] [ story may be reproduced in its entirety only, ] [ provided full author's note, story tags and ] [ this copyright notice are attached. 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