ASHLEE-ELIDETH POLLEY SUDDENLY MADE A RADICAL CHANGE AND HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO BE AT THE HELM AND NOT LEAVING THE WAVES TO CARRY HER AWAY. AROUND HER LOVE, ENVIES, LUXURIES, TEMPTATIONS AND ENEMIES TO BEAT. WOULD YOU LIKE TO KEEP HER COMPANY IN HER A...
I've been sick just a few times in my whole life. But shortly after my parents died, just settled in that messy couple's home, some persistent and high fever seized me. The doctor played it down. Stay in bed and drink a lot.
I was 4 years old and I wouldn't meet my parents anymore. The least I could feel after that was some fever.
- Here your fever will lower, baby.
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I opened my feverish eyes that weighed terribly, shooting flames all over my face. My long and curly blonde hair stuck to my soaked face. My body dove into the cold water in the bathtub. The most efficient way to lower the fever.
My eyes dragged over my uncle restlessly. From the moment in which I met him for the first time, my skin was crawling with negative feelings. His awesome face, he looked like a young Alain Delon, was not reassuring either. He brushed his hand that seemed to me chillingly huge, over my reddened face, bringing my blonde curls near his nose and inhaling with his eyes closed.
Then he blew his long and lank dark fringe that crashed against his long eyelashes. His ravishing cat eyes sparkled when he got his hand into the water in the bathtub. Just between my legs. I was only four years old. How could I understand all that? The only thing a little girl can feel in those moments is God's perfect ruler had been drawn a twisted and devilish line. Very far from its initial plan.
I pressed my lips chocking a sob while each one of his fingers fondled my virginal sex and he smiled at me. That innocent and sick with grief little girl didn't understand anything yet. She only had clear she didn't want stay in that home, with those parents who weren't hers.
My uncle got out his hand at last and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. I opened my eyes and watched as his face drew nearer and I curled up backwards splashing about in the freezing water aching to go out of there. Then that evil man dove his head under the water for a while. I kept my knees tightly together and my eyes widened despite they weighed like two slabs.
Afterwards I heard how he pulled down his zip. It sounded like a cannonball that hurt my ears. He stood up from his position sitting on his ankles and I saw for the first time a male sex just some inches from my face. With no respite he started to masturbate eagerly, so eagerly that a drop of his disgusting cum touched my cheek. I choked a disgusting scream as I felt I wetted myself.
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- What are you doing?
- Oh, sorry.
Freddie was the helpless little girl at the moment and my hands couldn't help seizing his sex. I checked out in fear it was not a conscious action as many other times, not even was driven by desire. It was something irrational, an evil reply of wrong patterns. The innocent little girl with fever had grown up and now she was the dangerous stepfather with energic and voracious hands.
- My willy has no fever. As far as I know... -Freddie said with that husky voice and I want to fill my ears with that beautiful tone.
Elideth was afraid of a sick Freddie, she was too involved in the mission and she needed my help in certain things. I didn't get frightened to stare at Freddie's flushed face and his wet fringe. His recently moustache didn't last long and he shaved it off quickly. He had again his bare upper lip filled with tiny drops of sweat. For me it was a gift being able to taking care of him, knowing at this point I was the only person who could help him. None of the hundred people who daily took care of any of his needs were there, just me.
