THE DEMON WITHIN

BY

WAYLELA

In the attitude of silence, the soul finds the path in a clearer light, and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness. Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth. Mahatma Gandhi

Rain tapped steady on the roof of the dorm where the Cliffhanger guys slept. Thunder rumbled and lightening flashed across the sky making for a tumultuous night. Rustling of blankets and sounds of sleep faintly heard during lulls in the storm except for the low moans coupled with tossing and turning that came from the bed of Scott Barringer.

The creaking of a door opening as a shadowed figure of a woman stood at the entrance to the room.

"Scotty are you awake?" Asked Elaine in a whisper.

"I am now," I replied while my mind was in a fog from being suddenly awaken.

"Scotty, I'm scared of storms, is there anyway I can stay with you tonight." The quiver evident in Elaine's voice.

"What?" He couldn't have heard correctly. Did his Dad's new wife just ask to stay the night in his room?

Rubbing my face against the pillow trying to focus on the strange conversation occurring in my bedroom at 2:15 in the morning, I reached for the lamp switch and turned it on. Rolling over to my back, peering back at me were wide chocolate eyes, framed by wavy dark hair giving my stepmother a look that was younger than my fifteen years. A white satin gown covered her shapely body as she came closer to my bed.

"Scotty, I'm scared of storms and your Dad isn't home…Scotty could I please stay with you," Elaine pleaded as tears streamed down her face.

Everything inside me said this was wrong but here she was urging me to let her stay the night in my room. Yet she was obviously scared of storms or why would she be here in the first place. My sense of right and wrong gave way to compassion for the frighten woman before me.

"Yeah, you can stay," I answered while reaching for the tissue box, pulling the soft white paper from the container and handing it to her.

"Thank you Scotty," smiled Elaine, as she gently pulled the down comforter back and slowing scooting her legs under the covering, positioning her head on the pillow to gaze in to my eyes.

A sudden chill filled me while gazed back at her. The innocent look gone, replaced by seductive eyes as though I was the prey and she the predator. Breaking eye contact I turned over to switch the light out but wondering if I would be safer with it on. Hesitating for a moment, only to reach the lamp and turned it off, positioning myself face down for the sleep, my body needed before the alarm woke me for school.

Drifting off to sleep I soon became aware of the warmth caressing the right side of my body, a feathered touch ran down my back then slowly up again continuing for several minutes. So relaxing yet stimulating was the touch that I didn't want it to stop. Turning my head as lightening flashed to see the sultry face of my stepmother inches from my face. Lips so close that the moisture from her breath was felt on my mouth. Long fingers lightly touched my hairline running down the sides of my face across cheekbones to my lips, tracing them along the edge until both her middle fingers met on the bottom lip.

"Ela…," Was all I could say as her index finger touched to tip of my nose over my lips and stopped.

Quickly turning on my side facing her, I grabbed her hand but before I could react she drew her hand around mine leaning in to kiss it. Opening my fingers to kiss the palm then running her tongue along the lines extending to the wrist continuing as I gazed in her direction. Stunned by Elaine's actions and the erotic feelings welling inside of me, catching my breath, and hearing my heart beating in my ears, I tried desperately to gain some control of the situation before me.

"Stop," I whispered, not finding the volume needed to express what was screaming in my mind.

"Shhh," Elaine leaned into my ear still holding the hand tantalized by her touch, pressing it between the curves of her bare breasts.

Mesmerized by the effect she had on me, I slowly rolled onto my back with the slight push of her hand on my right shoulder, fully aware that a comforter was the only thing keeping me from seeing her nude body. Pulling my hand from hers, I tried sitting up only to find her raise up and straddle my body, gently pushing me to lie back down. Complying, she began dancing her fingers over my chest, like drops of water leisurely running down my body causing me to shiver, lightly kissing my lips, before kissing my neck and collarbone while circling my nipples. The sensation igniting something inside me I had only felt once before looking at Miss September in a Playboy magazine but this was more intense and definitely real. My brain kept say this should be stopped but my body had other ideas as it responded to her every touch and movement. Rhythmically her pelvic rocked back and forth across mine, giving me a hard on that was both pleasurable and painful. Gradually she descended my legs, grabbing the top of my boxers and sliding them to my knees. Quickly she mounted me and surged downward taking my entire member in her body. I gasped for air feeling light headed as she raised and lowed herself on me. Too stunned to stop her, too aroused to care my body began moving with hers until we both climaxed.

Scott suddenly sat up, cold sweat beaded on his body as reality of something warm and sticky clung to his boxers. Running to the bathroom, Scott barely made it to the toilet before vomiting the contents of his stomach into the porcelain bowl before him. Removing his clothes he turn the shower on until the water ran hot and stepped inside. Steaming water stung his skin, turning it red but he didn't care, no matter the heat or soap used, nothing could wash the dirt from his body. He had had sex with his stepmother and over and over, he lived it in his dreams. No amount of water would ever change that fact. Leaning against the wall of the shower, letting hot water travel the length of his body, tears weld in his eyes spilling over his lids and down his face. Sliding his back along the wall until he was sitting in the stall, knees pressed closed to his chest, arms wrapped around his legs, he dropped his head to his knees and wept silently. His body trembled as the demon took procession of another night.