While she slept

Others Stories | Sep 19, 2016 | 10 min read
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While she slept

Some people may think it's wrong or weird but it isn't Lincoln quickly reassured himself, again. Caroline was about thirty, which was only fourteen years older than him. Not that it mattered though, because now that Dad was gone Caroline wasn't even his step-mum any more. Caroline had always been very kind to Lincoln and over the last year he had fallen deeply in love with her. It was more than just a teenage crush because his feelings for her were so strong and he just wanted to be with her all the time. The trouble was Caroline would never understand how he felt about her, so he had to make do with stealing odd moments like this – sneaking into her bedroom and watching her while she slept.
Despite a slight chill from the open window the scene felt quite romantic. The bedroom was dark but not too dark with a subtle grey light peeking in from behind the heavy floral curtains. The moonlight, when combined with the midnight silence of the bedroom created a dream-like quality that made this whole experience kind of magical. To Lincoln this time of night had always been a special time. Most folk slept through, completely unaware of this secret night-time world where just about anything was possible. Or so he hoped as he paused awkwardly by the open bedroom door.
In the bed before him Caroline was sleeping soundly, blissfully unaware of his presence in the room. The only sound was his step-mum's soft regular breathing from beneath the bedcovers. Lincoln listened intently to the rhythmic sounds of her slumber as he quietly made his way around the foot of the bed.
Lincoln moved with agonising slowness, as if his limbs were seizing up. He didn't have a choice though; he couldn't risk making any noise lest he wake his sleeping beauty. So, guided by the soft light Lincoln carefully negotiated his way past the dressing table littered with the usual make-up, nail polish and various other things.
Still nothing stirred as he crept past the wardrobe, its door firmly shut – Caroline, he knew, could never sleep with it open. Next to the wardrobe was the bed and to Lincoln, this was the most glorious, heavenly place in his secret night-time world. This was the setting for most of his seductive fantasies. This is where Caroline slipped off her clothes and lay down every night. Her beautiful body with her exquisite thighs lying curled up, sad and alone beneath the covers with no one to keep her company. Lincoln would gladly keep her company. He would hold her all night and keep her safe. She may be his step-mum but there were no laws against it, he reassured himself again as he reached the old armchair in the corner of the room. Over the last few months he had learned to sit in this chair without it making a sound. He carefully lowered himself down until he was comfortably perched in the tired old armchair.
The silence remained unbroken.
From this vantage he could easily make out Caroline's sleeping form in the middle of the double bed. She slept in the middle, Lincoln knew, so it wouldn't' feel so empty without Dad. Lincoln longed to slip in there with her. The curtains stirred slightly in the breeze but Lincoln no longer felt the cold night air. He was warmed by images of Caroline and what she must look like under those covers.
This is what drove him, what brought him awake at night and kept him from sleeping. All it would take was to lift one corner of the duvet and take a quick peek. The sleepy relaxed look on her face was so inviting and in his mind he was doing more than just looking. His fantasies regularly saw him slipping into bed next to her and being drawn into her loving embrace as they…
Resisting the temptation to get into bed was hard and he felt the familiar zing of electricity shoot through his body. Caroline was gorgeous and his whole body ached with desire for her. But it had to remain a fantasy, for now, ready to be downloaded at superfast speed from the glorious porn site of his adolescent mind.
Lincoln had always liked older women. It had started with Miss Shannon in junior school, and then Miss Reynolds in the senior school. Then Dad introduced him to Caroline. At first he thought she was quite attractive but he didn't really give it much thought for the first few weeks. Then it was the summer and it became very hot outside.
Lincoln remembered the day clearly. He had been upstairs and just happened to glance out of his bedroom window when saw Caroline in the back garden. She was sunbathing wearing nothing but a red bikini top and a small pair of denim shorts that showed off her magnificent legs. It was the first time he had seen her legs like that and he stared at them for a long time as a series of conflicting emotions barrelled their way through his conscience. But as he gazed at her something changed within him and his confusion quickly resolved itself. It was like a switch had been flicked on and Caroline instantly became his new obsession. His heart, he remembered was hammering like mad in his chest and his legs suddenly felt very weak as he stared at the most perfect-looking woman he'd ever seen. He wanted her. He needed her and from that moment onwards he took every opportunity to spend time with her, especially when she was sunbathing. Recently though the sun hadn't shone and Lincoln had taken to watching her sleeping because that was all he could do now.
Either he was watching Caroline in bed or he was thinking about her. She was all he ever thought about. Somehow the everyday events and situations that occurred between these visits were just a blur now. It felt like a dull dream and there was nothing except his desire to be with Caroline. It was possibly a little unhealthy the way he was coming in here each night, maybe even unnatural he conceded. But surely, if he wasn't hurting anyone did it really matter? The only thing that mattered was being with Caroline.
The stillness was disturbed for a second as Caroline muttered something in her sleep and then rolled over on the bed. Lincoln froze for several moments until he was sure Caroline was not waking up. What if, he dared to wonder; her dreamy murmuring just then had actually been an invitation for him to join her? If only her outstretched arm was beckoning him closer, drawing him into a forbidden act, which, once started there would be no turning back from? His imagination instantly served up more seductive images, bursting with passion. To try any of these weird and wonderful acts would just be out of this world. But still, Lincoln reminded himself, he had to be careful. He didn't have much time here before he had to go back.
The need to be careful during these secret midnight liaisons was paramount. He'd nearly lost her before when she'd woken up and found him in here. Her big beautiful brown eyes, Lincoln shamefully recalled, had gazed at him through the darkness for a few moments, unsure at first as to what she was looking at. Then she realised it was Lincoln in her room watching her. She must have thought it odd, possibly creepy and Lincoln winced at the memory of her scream that night. Yes, she had actually screamed. The police had been called and he'd been taken away for a while.
He wasn't really aware of what happened after that. In his mind he had gone before the police arrived. His mind had taken him elsewhere, to the other place. It was the place in his head where he didn't feel anything and where he didn't see anything. It was also the place he went to frequently to think about Caroline and to wait for his next opportunity to see her again. He didn't like that place. It was lonely. He only liked this place, here, now, with Caroline.
Lincoln had gone to that dark and lonely place a lot since Dad died. He and his Dad had been in the car together that day when they set out to watch the Southampton match. Dad had been speeding down the A31 when they hit the pileup. This was something else Lincoln didn't like to dwell on. Hardly anyone had survived that crash and it had been the last time he had seen his Dad. He had buried this event, along with the memory of Caroline waking up, at the back of his mind. Both episodes were too unpleasant to think about.
Now Dad was gone Caroline was free and single but would she ever want Lincoln in that way? He knew he could make her happy, just like she made him feel happy. But for now things needed to stay like this. Thankfully he and Caroline were okay again now but he still had to be careful. Always, was the need to be careful, he reminded himself. Coming in here like this was risky but it was worth it. In fact sometimes the risk of being caught seemed to add to the excitement. Another flood of erotic images cascaded across his minds eye and again Lincoln felt the urge to climb into the soft bed. How he longed to feel Caroline's tanned, naked body press against him.
He couldn't do that, he told himself, but maybe he could just lift a corner of the duvet? His mind wandered again and he was reminded of how much he needed to feel her delicious thighs. Have her arms wrap around him in a way that was more than just a friendly hug. Caroline's hugs had always been very arousing and he used to find any excuse to cuddle her. Luckily she didn't seem to notice. But, he now wondered briefly, they had sometimes felt somewhat awkward so maybe she had minded? After all Caroline hadn't hugged him properly since the crash. He pushed the thought away quickly and it was immediately replaced by a lustful yearning that squeezed his heart. The desire to touch her again was getting harder and harder to resist. All he wanted was to hold Caroline properly – to squeeze her beautiful body up against him. He longed to look into her eyes and see the love he had for her reflected back at him. Then perhaps, he dared to imagine, he would lean in and they would kiss, long and deep and passionately as she finally realised she felt the same way towards him that he felt towards her. Lincoln longed to sleep with her so much. He hadn't slept with anyone yet and Caroline would make the perfect teacher – older, experienced, beautiful. Then a rare moment of guilt crossed his mind. He shouldn't be doing this. She was his step-mum and he shouldn't even be here. But he was here now and his doubt was pushed aside as more dreamy panting images of Caroline's naked form opened before his eyes. In his mind he and Caroline were entwined together, his face cushioned between her perfect thighs, a writhing mass of arms and legs glistening with perspiration, gasping for release. He needed her now more than ever.
His arm, he noticed with alarm was outstretched. His fingers now held the duvet up, revealing the outline of a beautifully manicured foot, just inches from his hand. This was dangerous and he should stop but he felt such an intense rush of excitement surge through his body. He had to see more of her and if he lifted it just another few inches her thighs would be there, waiting for him.
No, he shouldn't. Besides, it would be too dark to see anything under there. He should put the covers back down before he woke her. But still Lincoln kept the duvet where it was. He was pulled between desire and reason. He stared at her with such deep longing and he allowed himself to be sucked into another seductive juddering fantasy. Only, tragically, before he could develop this new story, it was whipped away by a traitorous wooden creak from the old armchair he was sitting in.
It wasn't loud but in the silence of the bedroom it was almost thunderous. The wooden seat creaked again and Lincoln froze as Caroline rolled over on the bed. He waited. Every second felt like an eternity. It was still very dark and the noise had been so small that she shouldn't be waking up. Not yet, not now.
But she was stirring.
Lincoln let go of the duvet and his hand dropped heavily to his lap. His body suddenly felt like lead and he became very cold again. He wasn't even breathing as Caroline's head rolled in his direction. Were her eyes open? His question was answered two seconds later with sinking parallels with the last time she had found him in here.
Her piercing screams filled the bedroom.
"No! No", she shrieked, scrabbling to the far corner of the bed. She pulled the duvet under her chin as she screamed again, hugging herself tightly.
Why did she have to do this? Lincoln asked. She should be asleep. He tried to say something soothing, reassuring but no words would come. Not that Caroline would have heard them through her wailing.
His time was up. Lincoln knew he should leave, only, he couldn't. It was as if his limbs had frozen solid. He could no more move his legs than he could move his mouth to speak. Whatever force, whatever strength had got him up here into his step-mum's bedroom had left him. Lincoln couldn't get up from the chair. He could do nothing except stare regretfully at Caroline's distress as she gibbered and sobbed on the far side of the bed.
He couldn't deal with this and he was glad when the upsetting images began to recede from his vision. His mind was once again taking him back to that other place, the dark and lonely place where he couldn't see or feel anything.
Caroline couldn't understand what he was doing here. She would never understand why he was here and not his Dad.
"Who is doing this?" his step-mum whimpered to herself as she rocked backwards and forwards. This was the second time it had happened. The second time she had woken up to find the body of her dead stepson sat in the chair by her bed.

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