Courtney Takes a Walk

Courtney wanted to howl, to drop to the floor and beat her hands against the ground. She wanted to kill everyone and everything. But most of all she wanted to cry. Her brother refused her all these things.

The sexy teen candy minced down the street in her heels trying to get her "mission" underway though dreading it in the ****.

"I'll just never go home. I'll run away and never look back. " she thought to herself.

But she knew she wouldn't. Even as these thoughts rose to the surface the invisible hand of James manipulation uncoiled inside her. She couldn't explain it beyond knowing it was HIS doing but the idea of not going home became unthinkable. She couldn't explain it or describe it but she MUST get back into the house. But to do that she has to debase herself in this trial.

She was no prude, she'd had a fair share of partners. But this outfit, and strangers....and treating her body, her BEAUTIFUL body , like nothing more than a peice of meat...

"Courtney Russel what the HELL are you doing? Get over here. " it was a man's voice, gravelly with age.

Courtney's head snapped up and found the source of the voice across the street. It was Uncle Jackson. Not their REAL uncle just one of their neighbors across the street who'd they known since childhood. He'd babysat them and been to almost all their birthday parties. They had actually just been over his house for his 62nd birthday BBQ.

Courtney dashed across the street as best she could in her heels and nearly threw herself at him.

"Get inside girl before someone sees you. " he said.

Courtney eagerly complied.

Uncle Jackson followed her in and flicked on the lights. He was wearing his ratty old robe and a stained t shirt/shorts combo yet it was her outfit that was the problem.

"Courtney, what are you doing? You can't go out looking like this? Do your parents know?" He fixed two wrinkled fists to his hips and glared at her.

Courtney flounced into a chair on his enclosed porch. Her face went into her hands but she still couldn't find tears.

Uncle Jackson sighed, sitting down next to her. He put a hand on her back, his dry withered hand stroking her shoulder.

She picked her head up and smiled at him. Finally someone was being nice to her! She should tell him about everything...maybe he could help. But then James' warning echoed in her head and she thought better of it. No whatever awfulness he planned for her she couldn't do anything that would involve Uncle Jackson. After everything the old man had done for her she could never do anything to hurt him.

But she did need him.

"Uncle Jax...I have a problem. And I need your help." She said, making an **** effort to keep her voice even.

"What is it honey ? You know I'd do anything for my lovely assistant." He said with a smile using her nickname from when they would perform (poor) magic shows for the other neighborhood kids.

She chewed her bright red lower lip. This was going to be so difficult.

"Uncle Jax...you have to promise. PROMISE to do whatever I ask...no questions. I can explain but not today. Not now. But you have to help. Okay?" She took his hands in hers and squeezed.

"Of course honey, name it. " he said smiling.

Taking back her hands she reached into her purse and removed a condom.

"I need you to fill this."

The old man's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.