La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 – Funeral

I blink and open my eyes. Moments later, I hear it again, “Scott?”

So I turn to look at the door and see Audrey’s silhouette in the half-open doorway and the hallway light illuminating her from behind.

“Whizzit?” I grumble.

“I can’t sleep. Is it okay if I sleep in here with you?” Audrey asks and already enters my room.

“Uhh… I… okay.” I answer, not completely awake yet.

“Thanks!” she whispers and walks around my bed to get in on the other side of the queen-sized bed.

But then I realize I’m naked. “I’m… uhh… I’m not wearing anything right now. Do you want me to put on my boxers?”

Audrey doesn’t stop and starts crawling in. After she gets in, she looks at me and shrugs.

“I don’t care. I’ve seen you naked before when I was little. But if you want to, be my guest. It’s your bed, after all.”

“Kay. Good night then, Lil’ Bit,” I say as I move around a bit to find my spot again.

“Night. And thanks,” Audrey whispers as I feel her doing the same.

She never slept with me before, and although I know perfectly well this isn’t anything sexual, I get hard from the idea of this pert little girl in bed next to me, with the events of last night adding to the whole vibe.

The time Audrey saw me naked was a few years ago. She was around seven or eight at the time, and we were swimming in the pool. Gloria was at work, so it was just Glenn, Audrey, and me. At first, when Glenn and Audrey disrobed and jumped in the pool, I felt a bit odd. When I was alone with Glenn, being naked together was never weird. But I realized I had a slight mental block now that this young girl was here too. But when they both called for me to join them, I decided to drop my inhibitions and was in there with them in the blink of an eye. And that was that. We played in the pool, dunked each other, threw a ball around, and did all the stuff you do in a pool. We just did it naked.

After we swam, we dried off, got dressed, and didn’t talk about it anymore. To Glenn and Audrey, it was the most normal thing in the world. Just like it was to me when I was younger. But I guess me being older now caused me to think about it a bit differently.

Staring at the ceiling, I figured sleep wasn’t coming anymore with Audrey next to me. But the last day’s events wore me out more than I expected. The stir beside me awakened me, and I felt Audrey’s arm drape itself over my chest. After lying like this for a few minutes, I glance over to my left and see Audrey lying on her belly, still dressed in her T-shirt and loose-fitting boxers. These boxers are pulled down a bit, showing off the top of her ass crack.

I giggle internally about it when I realize I’m lying here, completely exposed. I kicked off the blanket during the night, and it fell to the floor. I know nudity isn’t an issue to Audrey, but still… But if I move, she wakes up. Oh boy…

As a compromise, I casually drape my right hand over my Johnson. Audrey’s eyes flutter open the moment I move, and immediately a smile spreads across her face.

“Morning, Scott,” she says cheerfully.

“Morning. Sleep well?” I ask, glad that the glumness of last night seems to be gone for now.

“Like a baby!” and she gets up a bit to hug me tightly and says, “Thanks for letting me sleep here with you!”

“Of course,” I say as I hug her back. The moment the hug is done, Audrey sits up straight. Unfortunately, this suddenness doesn’t give me the chance to cover up again, and she openly looks at my penis. Thank god I don’t have morning wood. At that moment, I notice her shirt is inside-out. Was it like that the night before?

Before I can ask about it, Audrey asks, “what do we do today?” She looks me in the face now, clearly not caring about my nakedness.

“Dunno. The only thing we need to do is make sure everything is set for the funeral. So we need to pick out some clothes, get the paperwork ready, that sort of stuff.”

“We’ll do this together, right?” she asks, looking down a bit sad.

“Of course we will, Lil’ Bit! But I need your help as much as you need mine. We’re in this together. But the two of us will get through it. No matter what!” I extend my arms, and Audrey dives in for another hug.

I hear her sniff and just hold her tightly. I don’t know what to say or do. I just want to be there for her the best I can. And I’m confident we’ll manage this together. I really am. Audrey is a bright kid, and Glenn’s attorney promised to help us to the best of his abilities. That’s what Glenn paid him for, after all. But I knew it wasn’t just for the pay. When we left his office yesterday, I learned that he’s a distant relative of Gloria, and Mr. Cohen insisted we’d call him whenever we had questions or needed help, and he’d take care of it.

I start making breakfast as Audrey hits the shower. When she walks into the kitchen, her shoulder-length hair is still wet, and she’s wearing the same short schoolgirl-styled skirt as yesterday. Her tight t-shirt accentuates her newly developed female forms magnificently. Because I’m currently dressed in just my boxers, I quickly sit down to hide my growing dick and look away to prevent it from becoming a full mast. Having a boner would just be too awkward for both of us.

After my shower, I get back in the kitchen, where I find Audrey cleaned everything, but she’s not in the kitchen anymore. Curious about what she’s doing, I head over to the living room to see if maybe she’s outside. The second I enter the living room, I realize something is wrong. I can’t see it right away, but I see Audrey lying there as I round the short space to the corner that leads to the couch. She’s curled up into a ball and crying her eyes out.

I pick her up the best I can and pull her into my lap. I gently rock her from left to right in an attempt to soothe her. The girl in my arms is crying with everything she’s got. I feel so powerless and inadequate to help this heartbroken girl.

“I miss him so much, you know?” she whispers between sobs.

“Shhh… I know, Lil’ bit. Me too,” I whisper back as I keep comforting her.

Tears flow down my cheeks as we sit there for about half an hour. After that, Audrey sits up straight, wipes her eyes, and kisses me on my cheek.

“We need to start doing something. I can’t spend my days crying on the couch,” she sternly says and gets to her feet.

“You know it’s okay to cry, right?”

“I know. And I will. But right now, we need to make sure to give Glenn the best funeral we can.”

This girl just keeps surprising me more and more. I know she needs room to mourn, and I promise myself I’d help her with that. But she’s right. We need to start working on the arrangements.

We spent the entire day calling people, browsing the internet, looking in Glenn’s closets for insurance papers. Finally, at the end of a long day, we’re pretty sure all the correct wheels are set in motion. Neither of us is in the mood to make dinner, so we order Chinese takeout and stare blankly at some lame movie Netflix recommended us.

“Can I sleep with you again tonight?” Audrey asks out of the blue, looking at me with her puppy eyes.

Not seeing any harm in it, I say, “Course, Lil’ Bit. It’ll be good for both of us.”

For things to stay at least a little bit modest, I decide to keep my boxers on as I crawl under the covers. I hate wearing clothes to bed. Every night I pop a few boners, and wearing clothes causes it to get trapped in the fabric, which in turn causes me to wake up. But with a twelve-year-old girl beside me, it’s just the right thing to do even though she doesn’t seem to care less if I’m naked or not.

Audrey enters my room dressed the same as last night. And again, I notice what a fine young woman she’s becoming. I lift the blanket at her side, and as she crawls in, I’m presented with a great view down the front of her t-shirt. I don’t see her tits completely, but the top of her nipples are clearly visible. I quickly look the other way, and as Audrey cuddles up to me, I do my best to think about other things than this girl’s developing breasts.

“Thanks for not being weird about this,” Audrey says as I feel her setting in for the night.

“No problem. Glad to help.”

“Well… I like it, so thanks,” she responds and starts yawning loudly.

“Night, Lil’Bit,” I say and kiss her on her forehead, tired too from the stressful day.

The following days are all centered around getting the funeral arranged. We select a casket, hire a funeral director, select a caterer, that sort of stuff. We also make sure the place under the tree, next to Gloria’s grave in the back of the yard, is ready. During all these tasks, Audrey and I basically act as one. In addition, Mr. Cohen makes sure all the insurances are taken care of and that everything is paid for.

So, eventually, the big day arrives. I wake up before Audrey does, glad the poor girl had some sleep. As I lay in bed, thinking about the dreadful day ahead, I feel Audrey stir beside me.

“Hey,” she whispers.

“Hey. This is the day. How do you feel?”

“I did sleep a few hours. Didn’t expect that.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“I wish this day was over…” she says, barely above a whisper.

“So do I, Lil’ Bit. We’ll stick together today and get through it. You and me. Deal?”

Audrey looks at me, and with a vague smile, she says, “That sounds like a deal!”

We get up, get dressed, and eat breakfast together. Neither of us eats a whole lot since we’re too tense about the day ahead of us. However, the funeral director is right on time, and at practically the same time, Mr. Cohen arrives. Together, we recheck the schedule of the day, which visibly puts Audrey at ease.

The funeral was… well… a funeral. We cried a lot but also chuckled at some old stories from Glenn’s earlier life. I was surprised to see almost all my special forces crew members showed up. We talked a bit after the funeral was done and agreed to meet up sometime in the near future to discuss my role in the team. But they also assured me to take as much time as I needed.

“I’m SO glad this is over!” Audrey says as she kicks off her shoes and falls on the couch.

“Me too. But, honestly, it wasn’t as bad as I expected,” I say as I kick off my own shoes and loosen my tie.

Audrey looks thoughtful, and after a few moments, she says, “guess you’re right. Just not the moment the casket went down…”

“That was bad, yeah,” I admit.

“That was so… permanent, you know?”

“Yeah. The definitive ending of Glenn. A turning point for us to go on with our lives, I guess.”

“Yeah…” Audrey whispers as she looks at one of the caterers outside hauling out the last chairs we rented.

“Sorry for being so philosophical,” I say, realizing I’m blabbering.

“No problem. I know what you mean,” she sighs.

I’m a bit surprised we don’t cry at this moment. But then again, we cried enough during the funeral. So maybe the tears dried up. I do feel an urge to get a drink, though. So I walk over to the liquor cabinet and pour myself a big glass of whiskey. I’m about to turn around when I hear Audrey say behind me, “Can I have one too, please?”

I didn’t see too much harm in it, considering the day we had. So I pour a little bit in a glass and join her on the couch.

“Ahh… That’s nice,” she says next to me as she polishes it off in one gulp.

“You’ve had some before?” I ask, amazed.

“A few times, yeah. Glenn didn’t want to drink alone on special occasions. So last year, he started giving me some too. Always just a bottom of whiskey, though. Never much.”

I feel surprised hearing this. I know Glenn was a free-spirited guy, but I didn’t expect him to do this. To me, it isn’t a big deal, but some people might think differently about it. I was determined not to make a habit out of it, which of course meant I had to cut down on the drinking too.

After about an hour of small talk on the couch, I notice Audrey looking tired. Feeling drained after today, I suggest we go to bed. So we clean up and head off to bed. I quickly disrobe and slide under the covers, wondering where Audrey is. Moments later, she walks in, and I see she switched her white blouse for a light-blue tube top.

“Can’t sleep in my blouse, and I hate wearing a bra to bed,” she says as she sees me checking her out.

“I get it,” I respond as casually as I can but feel my dick stiffen and press against the fabric of my boxers as I can’t keep my eyes from the nipples showing through her half-transparent top.

The moment she drops her skirt and her laced hipster-style panties come into view, I’m instantly in full-blown boner town. This is awkward. Out of precaution, I place my hand over my boner. Just in case she suddenly cuddles up and touches my boner through my boxers. This way, I’ll have a way to deflect her. She turns around and stands there looking thoughtful as I let my eyes roam over her magnificent nubile body. I’m not sure if she’s standing there so I can check her out, but I certainly seize the opportunity.

After a few moments, she lifts the blanket and crawls in. And, just as I expected, she cuddles up to me. As she settles in, I feel her hard nipple press against my chest through the thin fabric of her tube top, and she lifts her leg to drape it over me. Then, just before I can say anything, her legs stops moving, just a hair short of my sack.

“Night, Scott.”

“Night, Lil’ Bit,” I respond, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.

I lay there contemplating what had just happened. Is she showing off to me? Am I reading into something that isn’t there? Is she, like Glenn and Gloria, just more open about her body than most people?

An image of her standing there in her semi-transparent tube top and laced pink panties fills my mind. She looks sexy as fuck with her raven-black hair just over her shoulders, accentuating her white skin and blue top. Maybe I need to convince her to sleep in her own bed again before this gets out of hand. But, despite all that, sleep comes quickly.

Copyright 2022 – Jason Crow
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