KB and Me_(1)

She sighed, knowing that it was coming, after what she had made me do. So, she agreed and went to the dining room to get herself ready, after a few minutes of the two of them giggling, I turn the corner to see what they are doing, and there she is, no shirt or bra, only her pants, down around her ankles, trying to pull them off over her shoes, although they were stuck. She asked me if I could help her, so I got down on my knees to pull the cuffs of her pants over her shoes, right at eye level, at one of the most beautiful pussies that I had ever seen. Looking up, I see her lips slightly spread, her smell intoxicating me more than the beer that I had drank.
She made her two laps around the house without falling down, like I had, came back in, and we continued. LM had completely refused to do any dares that required her getting nude, so we were resigned to more tame dares for her. After 2 more rounds of it, all being dares, they, for some reason had dared me to eat some of the blood worms that we had on hand for the aquariums. Not the most tasty things in the world, especially when you are pretty well drunk.
Knowing that it would be my balls if her mom had ever found out, we had agreed to keep it all under out hats. Also after all of this, she would also have me come and get her from school, a lot more often than she had before, always saying that she was sick. Knowing that I was the only one home.

After that day, I noticed that there were fewer and fewer times that her friends came over on the weekends, leaving it more to KB and myself just lounging. Her doing her thing, me doing mine. I did notice tho, that she always managed to come out of the shower while our bedroom door was left completely open, always “forgetting” her second towel. She had one wrapped over her hair, but, never had one on her body. When she did that, before she approached the door, she would always call out “Don't look.” Being human nature, when someone says that, of course, you are going to look. I saw more of that girl with her walking by, than I usually got to see of her mom, and we slept naked. KB always seemed to make it a point to not do that while her mom was home, or, if she knew her mom was occupied and wouldn't see. Many times, I would be in the kitchen, cooking dinner, or getting coffee when she would walk down the hall, dressed exactly the same way, towel on head, totally naked. She would look up, and see me, and kinda cover herself, but, not very convincingly, always giggling about it.
She carried on doing that for the next two years, always when her and I were home alone, or she knew mom wasn't looking. She got a boyfriend and it got even worse, she would make sure that if we were alone, that she went “commando” and sat with loose shorts, facing me, always kinda watching my eyes to see where they would wander to. He was not the best boyfriend in the world, to say the least. Always calling her ugly, stupid, fat, a waste of space. To describe her, 5'4” long brown hair, steel blue eyes, perfectly smooth skin, and a solid B student without trying. We were constantly telling her how amazing she was, and how stupid her was for treating her like that. But, she was in love with him, so she put up with him. He would break up with her, and start dating someone else, but, he never told her why he broke up with her, always accusing her of cheating on him. The girl had only kissed two, maybe three people in her life time, and I was one of them, the others were him, and a boy she had dated before him. He was also the one that took her virginity, so it proved to us how big of an idiot he was to all of us.

Six months after he had broken up with her the last time, she went through a complete and total change, she became more angry, and withdrawn from everyone, totally obsessed with finding out why he did what he did to her. She would text him, he would ignore them, she would call him, he would send it to voice mail. Always avoiding her, but, still tormenting her, silently.

A month after they split, she went to his house, and apparently slashed his tires on his car. I don't know if it's true or not, but late that night, we had gotten a call from the cops to come and get her from a local “make out” spot. She had tried taking a corner on the narrow winding road at about 60 miles per hour, over double what was recommended for the road. It took two tow trucks, and about 300 feet of cable and chain to get her car from the ravine. Amazingly, her and her friend were shaken, but completely uninjured in all of it.

After that, she seemed more calm, less angry, more like the KB that we knew. She had even gotten back into torturing me with her walking around the house in little to no clothes. A month after the accident, I was walking down the hall toward our bedroom and she had just gotten out of the shower, she was standing in the door way of the bathroom with just her towel on her head, she saw a shadow coming down the hall, so she quickly covered up, until she saw that it was me, then, she uncovered, and smiled at me. That next week, she ramped it up even more, coming into our room, where were were sitting in the bed, “dressed” for sleep. She would always come to my side of the bed and lean over it. She would start more at the foot of the bed, and then would migrate herself up, til she started putting her pussy right on my foot, directly on my toes. I don't know if she was hoping that I would move them, to rub her, or what her plan was, but, she would always do that. During all of this is when I caught her looking into our bedroom while I was getting out of the shower, I would close the door, and when I got out, the door would be cracked, and I could see her shadow.

A month after she started doing that, he decided he wanted to get back together with her, even tho he had a restraining order on her. He came, and picked her up, in the neighborhood below the house. Three days later, she came home, even more angry than she had been right after the break up initially. Over the course of that day, she threw her mom's purse at her, broke her mom's thumb, and broke my glasses when she punched me as I was protecting her mom from her. After the punch, I grabbed her, and wrestled her to the floor, the whole time all that I had really wanted to do, was take away the pain that she was feeling, but, instead, I pinned her to the floor and when the cops came, she asked to go to the mental hospital and be checked in. Three days after she was checked in, the released her, and she did seem better, they had given her a combination of drugs to help her maintain her moods, and they seemed to be working. Until, 2 weeks later, when he decided to call her again, and break up with her, choosing to date a friend of her with a much worse reputation than she ever would. 

It was after this last episode that things really went badly. Her mom had brought her home, with much convincing, and asked her to come inside. She came in for a few minutes, and waited for her mom to come into the bedroom and get ready for bed, thinking all would be OK. That was the last time that her mom or I had seen her..... alive.

I was woke the next morning to the sounds of her mom screaming. “She killed herself” over and over, those words haunt my sleep to this day. That was also the day a huge part of my heart died, never to recover. Her mom found her hanging in the family shop, from a rope.Her mom and I decided that we couldn't just leaver her hanging there, so we took her down, that is a cold that I will never forget. After calling police, and them getting a hold of the county coroner, the did determine that it was self inflicted, the next day, we started making the arrangements for her, picking her a rose colored coffin, and finding out that we could have her buried on the family property as long as we designated a cemetery, picking the spot, and cleaning the property took the better part of the week after. Just over a week after, after all of the preparations and planning, we saw her one last time, two hours before we put our angel in a spot where she could watch over the rest of the family, forever.

That was just over two years ago, my heart still breaks when I think of what was lost, the pure love that was there, and wondering why she did some of the things that she had done. Was it love of me? Or was it lust for me?Did she want me to be her first? Did she want to take her mom's place? Did she want me for herself? The only person that knows the answers to those questions can't answer them anymore. I do know that in some ways, life is better, I know I have an angel watching me, but, in some ways, it's less satisfying, she isn't there to share it with us, at least in body.

Every religion has their opinion of what happens after a suicide, and to them, it's their law. To me, I can still see some of the ways that she steers my life, to this very day, she's still around, either as an angel, or as a tormented soul, but, she's still watching over her loved ones, keeping us safe, and knowing that she loves us.

Like I said, this is a true story, if it had been fantasy, the ending wouldn't have gone as it did. I know that there are details that have slipped out of my mind over the course of the last 8 ½ years, I'm only human, there was much more that I would love to know from her, but, now, there is no real way I can get the answers that I seek, and for that I am sad, but, her pain is over, she isn't being tortured any more by his cruelty, and that makes me a little happy, she's now able to make his life a living hell on earth. Thank you, KB, for letting me share in your life, and for loving me the way that you did, however that was.










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