The Strange House Pt 06

I jolted awake in the middle of the night. At least I think it was night. Checking my phone told me it was six AM, and looking outside my window I saw that it was still dark. Until I saw two hazel-green eyes looking through my window. Faith! But it was Friday? She wasn't due for another day. I didn't question it, I moved to the window and hurried it open, letting her crawl in.

"Did you fly up to my window?" I asked in a hushed voice so as not to wake my parents up, eager to learn more about her being.

"No no. I can't fly. I can jump pretty convincingly, though," she said, holding out her arms as I helped her coat off, gently putting it over my gaming chair. She was dressed in a tight set of black pants, and an asymmetric gray top that she wore loosely around her shoulders. It looked awfully cold. I then remembered she didn't freeze.

"I didn't think I'd see you until tomorrow," I whispered.

"I got back early, so I just had to come visit," she said, eagerly pushing me back on my bed. I was so weak compared to her, I flew back and her mouth was soon on mine. She lay flat on top of me as she feasted on my lips, completely swooning me in the process.

"God," I whispered between kisses.

"No. Faith," she chuckled at me, leaning down to rest her head on my naked chest after ravaging me. Her hair felt so soft against my bare skin.

"Mom and Dad are very grateful you took care of me," I whispered. "I didn't tell them," I quickly added when she looked up at me.

"I know you didn't," she said.

"Dad wanted to thank you himself. I think he's taking it pretty hard... that he couldn't be there for me," I said.

"He's a sweet man," Faith muttered. "I'll make sure to use the front door tomorrow."

I chuckled a bit at that. "He said you're part of the family."

"Of course I am. I'm your sister, remember?" Faith teased. "Or is that gross now?"

"Maybe," I said. Faith nodded. "I just can't get over that you're actually a vampire."

"Does it bother you?" Faith asked.

"No, it's awesome," I said in full honesty. "There is still so much I want to ask you though."

"I know. But I can't stay long. I have to go soon," she explained.

"I know," I muttered, as she stood from the bed. The sun wasn't far away.

She eyed my duvet, and picked the head end of it, dragging it up my body, resting it under my chin, before shoving it around me with her fingers, tucking me in. Almost like a child.

"There you go. Safe and sound under your blanket. Where you're, in fact, unreachable," she said with amusement. "I saw you do that one time. Hiding under your blanket when you saw me."

"Faith. How do you look so... sun struck? If you're a vampire, wouldn't you be pale?" I asked, looking towards her naked shoulder that looked pretty tan to me. Her freckles too were the types you got from working a field all day or hanging out on a beach.

"I was fortunate to have worked on my tan for a bit before I was turned. By some miracle, I was in pretty good shape too. I got a great ass, let me tell you," Faith said, standing up again. My eyes were automatically drawn towards her tight pants and how they hugged her wide hips and muscled shapes of her hips underneath, and indeed her ass.

"You do?" I asked, like a stupid little kid. I had no idea how to react to... lewdness.

"Hell yeah. I used to squat and do deadlifts like a maniac. Want to feel it? A little squeeze before I go?" she asked, slowly turning around, with the seductress smirk on her, as she more or less presented her ass to me right in my face.

"I can?" I asked, looking from her face to the round butt in front of me, only inches away from my face.

"I would be a lousy girlfriend if not," Faith said with a low chuckle, taking her hands to the hem of her pants. Woah, she'd let me touch her ass bare? Unless she wore underwear of course.

As if in slow motion, Faith lowered her tight black pants, exposing her flawless tanned cheeks, inch by inch. I had never thought I'd be so close to someone's bare rear end, much less to feel and admire it, much less to see how it rippled as it was exposed to me, especially when she tugged her pants beneath her cheeks. The shape of her ass was immaculate!

"Go ahead. But no biting or I'm not getting home tonight," Faith said in a sensual whisper.

I reached forward, using my thumb and forefinger to gently knead her ass cheek, amazed at how soft it was. Muscled, but smooth as silk. Warm. Inviting. It woke an urge within me to grab her by the hips and shove her whole ass down on my face and just devour everything between the delicious cleft of her magnificent ass. I almost felt drunk from having something so succulent and rich right in front of me. I had never felt such an urge before. Instead, I felt around her cheeks with my hands.

"Mmm, how nice it feels to have hands other than your own down there. And those hands being yours just makes it perfect. Makes the skin feel tingly. Is it any good for you, being your first time touching a naked ass like this?" Faith asked the question, knowing the answer. She just wanted me to say it. And I was happy to do so.

"Yes. It's amazing. And thank you," I said as I stopped my assault on her as she pulled her pants up.

"There you go. Bye-bye now. I'll see you tomorrow," Faith said, moving over to the window. With a smile and a wink, she climbed out. With a woosh, I knew she had left for her cave. I immediately checked for when the sun would set.

"Fuck," I muttered as I laid back on my pillow. I had no chance of sleeping now.

When Mom and Dad walked into the kitchen the next morning, I greeted them with the widest smile, serving pancakes to the three of us. I had never tried corncakes, and pancakes seemed much easier. They returned my joy, but both looked curiously at me.

"What got you up so early?" Mom asked with suspicion hidden under her appreciative smile.

"What, a son can make his parents a much-deserved breakfast?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"Yes, of course not," Mom said. Dad shrugged his peace and sat down.

"I'm taking today off work," Dad said. "And what I mean by that, I'm starting later. I hope to catch Faith before I go if she stops by. Do you know when that is, perhaps?"

"I don't. Actually, she doesn't have a phone, so I'm not sure if I can even ask her," I said.

"What kind of girl in her twenties these days doesn't have a phone?" Dad chuckled but didn't push it as he was busy slurping the remnants of his pancakes down. "Well, I'm off. Mind helping me with that damn root out back later, kiddo?"

I gave Dad a nod. "I thought you started later today?" I then asked.

"Doesn't mean I'm not starting now as well. Gotta make those hours back," Dad said with a grunt, getting up from his chair, giving me a wave, and kissing Mom on the head before leaving.

I wondered if that was something I could do with Faith. She was always the one who initiated the physical stuff, while I didn't mind it, I wondered if she'd be okay if I were to touch her other than when she asked me to. With little experience, I was scared to take the wrong steps with her. But Faith was just so inviting to... touch. To do

stuff

to. Maybe I was too shy for those types of things, but I knew I wanted it. Badly. And with Faith. Visions of her ass filled my mind again. Her naked ass. How smooth it was, and how-

"What you thinking about there, sweetie?" Mom asked, reminding me where I was. "You look so thoughtful."

"Erh, I don't know," I said, blushing a bit.

"Oh, I think you do. Don't worry, I know not to pry. Just be careful, okay?" Mom said, with a knowing smirk.

"Of what?" I asked.

"I'm starting to realize girl advice has been lacking from your upbringing. Don't knock anyone up. I'm too young to be a grandmother," Mom said bluntly.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, turning beet red. "I don't think... I don't think that will be a problem. Thanks... for the advice, though."

'Note to self, ask Faith if she can get pregnant,'

I thought, knowing I'd never muster the courage to ask something so private. But then again, if she was my girlfriend, then surely having sex was part of the equation? Like way down the line? Just the thought of having sex with someone as precious, as cool, and as awesome as Faith, made my whole body tingle weirdly. I don't know if I had

ever

felt something like this towards Anna. I was starting to question why I had ever bothered with her at all, or if I had ever liked her truly. Maybe it was just because she was pretty. Hot. Sexy. All that. And here I thought I was beyond all that superficial stuff.

"Mom," I suddenly asked. "How does a relationship remain successful?"

"Oh darling," Mom said. "Easy. Communication. Even about the hard stuff, it is always important to be able to talk out things, especially if it makes you uncomfortable."

"Do you and Dad talk about stuff?" I asked.

"Of course. Is there something in particular that you're wondering about?" Mom asked. "Faith seems like a reasonable person so if-"

"No, no. I was just asking. I have no clue what to do, honestly," I admitted.

"Just try to be open-minded and don't stress too much. Is it a problem that she's older, perhaps?" she asked.

"No. Not at all. I kinda like it, actually," I confessed. Realizing I said that out loud, I shot to my feet. "I'm gonna go... game."

*

"Don't let your mother know I said this, but honestly, fuck this root," Dad panted.

We had dug several feet around it, but no matter how many shovels of dirt we removed, more dirt just spilled on top of it. To combat this, we tried to remove dirt, and then use momentum to yank the bastard out. Nope. Stubborn as hell, this one.

"You hold, I punch?" I suggested. Dad nodded his approval of the joke.

"Maybe we should put one between its eyes," he muttered, a big fan of mobster movies. "Or give the bastard cement feet and dump him in the ocean."

"Or we can arrange some kinda suicide by cops?" I joked, getting a bark out of my dad.

I went over the back porch and found the thermos with coco on, pouring both of us a cup. Dad usually drank coffee, but the doc had told him to ease up on the caffeine. His work was stressful enough, so he had to take it easy on his heart so it wouldn't explode, as he put it himself. But it being cold out, I'm sure any warm beverage would help.

"Need a hand?" I heard a cheerful voice say, as Faith came around the house.

It felt like my whole body became light as feathers as I without thinking hurried over to hug her. It had been less than a day, but also a whole week just before that. It felt like it had been forever. And it felt even better when Faith squeezed back, letting me feel good and safe in her arms for a moment before we let go. Then I realized my behavior right in front of my dad. Social awkwardness was my middle name.

But Dad just gave one of his half-smiles and nodded toward the root. "With that thing? Nah, I'll... I think I have to get some contractor to come look at it. I have a buddy on the road crew that knows a thing or two about these bastards, pardon my French."

"Down with the French," Faith said, shaking her fist jokingly. "Here," she said, turning her back to me, as I eagerly helped her with her coat.

Faith was pretty lightly clothed this time around. A meager top with a loose zipped-up sweater on top, and tight workout pants. I knew better than to think she was freezing, no, I meant more that I was able to admire her figure more.

"I like your sweater," I said.

"You do? Thanks!" Faith said, ruffling my hair. She then turned her attention to our problem.

"Honestly, you shouldn't worry yourself," Dad said.

"Nonsense, you've been dealing with this for weeks. Mind getting a chain or something? Try to find a good place to shoot the links through, then we'll haul this bastard up," Faith said, determined to help.

"If you insist," Dad said. "Buddy, go to the shed and find the thin, strong one."

I walked over to the shed, leaving Dad and Faith. Looking over at them as I hurried over, I recognized Dad's stance from hundreds of other talks he had with so many others. He had two stances; the one you didn't want him to take, and the one where he rested his thumbs in his belt all relaxed-like. That was his 'talking among like-minded folk' stance, which he donned now. I knew it was so he could talk to Faith as grown up to grown up. And I knew it was his way of accepting Faith as a part of us.

In the shed, I looked around a bit before I found the chain Dad had talked about. It was thin indeed, but heavy as balls, so I had to haul it out of there. After a few grunts, I managed to yank it out, trip over, and fall over on the wet ground, getting mud all over myself from the dirt we had chucked from the hole where we dug the root. Suddenly, I felt two arms under my armpits and I was yanked to my feet. I thought for a second if it was Faith and her amazing strength, but it was actually my dad.

"You okay there, buddy?" he asked, slapping my shoulder, and taking over the chain. Dad of course carried it without any problem at all.

"Yeah, but I'll need a shower after," I complained.

"Dirty boy," Faith teased, causing me to turn beet red, and Dad to choke back a chuckle.

Dad then jumped into the hole, found a good place to loop the chain through, and hooked it back so when we pulled the chain wouldn't just slide on out. When Dad almost slipped himself on his way out of the hole, Faith quickly seized his bigger hand with her left, holding his upper arm with the other, helping him out of the hole. Dad nodded his thanks, and the two grabbed the chain, getting ready to pull.

"Logan, you better get in on this," Faith said. I hurried over, grabbing the chain right behind my dad, and Faith in front of him again. "One, two, and

three!

"

And with a long holler from the three of us, the goddamn root actually started to budge. Not only that, with some soft cracks and shuffles of dirt, the long arms and side arms of a giant ass root slithered its way out of the ground, revealing the most intricate web of branches I'd ever seen. No wonder we struggled, even as it had broken off at several joints. Dad exclaimed a victory 'ahoy', and Faith and I high-fived. Finally, the stubborn thing was out of there.

Just in time for spring too! With Faith, I actually eyed the romanticism of a pavilion with more enthusiasm than before. I knew I'd never watch the sunrise or the sunset with her, but we could look at the stars all night long, even if it rained. Except for the clouds. But with a blanket and some closeness? Could be good.

"You're pretty strong," Dad said, nodding at Faith.

"Girl power!" Faith said, playfully flexing her impressive arm.

"You got that right," Dad said.

Faith then took the lead for us to get in from the oncoming rain. Dad lingered back a few steps, muttering to me, "Nice catch, son."

I couldn't help but smile at that comment. Indeed Faith was. I knew her being so dangerous and powerful was something that should scare me, but I think it was part of what had drawn me to her in the first place. I had just been too stupid to realize it. I even saw Faith hide a small smirk as we entered the house.

But as I had slipped and let myself get all dirty, Mom was indeed quick to send me up to shower. So I slinked upstairs, leaving Faith down with my parents. I knew they were big fans of hers, so it wouldn't be a problem.

Looking in the mirror, I saw myself. As one would expect, rolling around in the wet dirt left me quite caked up. But so much had changed, even in a short span of time. I looked like I always had. Scruffy brown hair, though a bit longer than it should've been. Steel-blue eyes. Faith had described me as both cute and handsome, but I didn't really see myself that way. I mean, who would, about themselves anyway? I wasn't even all that tall. But, Faith was still pretty adamant in her affection.

I smiled a dorky smile, stripped, and jumped in the shower. Five minutes later, according to the waterproof radio we had in the shower, I felt warmer and cleaner. We even had one of those massage showers where the beams move and stuff, which was something I perhaps sometimes spent too much time enjoying. But through the soothing water trickling down my hair and to the rest of my body, I heard a small knock at the door.

"Yes?" I said awkwardly.

"It's me," Faith said. "Just checking in."

Just hearing her voice was enough for my heart to beat a little bit faster. Being naked with just a door and a few feet in between us helped my quickening heart rate as well. I quickly turned off the shower so it wouldn't drown us out. "I'm okay," I said, stepping out to find my towel. "I'll be out in a minute."

"I think your parents like me," Faith said through the door.

"Of course they do. You're awesome," I answered. I could almost hear Faith smile through the door. There was a small thud against the door as she leaned closer. For a moment, I wondered if Faith would be able to rip the door off its hinges if she wanted to.

"Anyway, I wanted to say I'll wait for you in your room," Faith said after a brief pause.

The last few times we had been in my room, it involved lots of kissing, and the very last time I even got to feel her... her ass. So with her waiting in there, I was more than excited and eager to dry off quickly and make my way over there. And true to my hopes and dreams, on my bed was Faith resting on her back, her beautiful head propped on my own pillow, looking at me with a smile to die for and eyes to fall in love with. Which I think I was in the midst of doing.

"We're playing chess," Faith said, nodding towards the carton she had left on my desk, but making no move to retrieve it. I was about to close the door, when she quickly shot in, "Leave it 3 inches open. Mom's law for me to be allowed to be here alone with you. I think she's," Faith then turned to a whisper, "

suspicious of us.

"

I smiled at that. I was happy Mom looked over me like that. Not that I would do anything that would warrant a closed door. Being a boyfriend was still foreign to me, and I had no idea what the 'rules' were. But the suggestion of the door remaining open did remind me of my desire to... I don't know what exactly, but I wanted to touch Faith. Just let my hand glide across her glorious body. Feel how she was so perfect. And when she held out her arms for me to come over, I was more than happy to climb aboard.

"Come here, little one," she said, as I lowered myself onto her.

Faith smoothly locked her long legs and her strong arms around me, pulling me down for one of her infamous kisses. I had never thought just a kiss could be enjoyed so much, but every time her lips met mine it was like my whole body reeled into a frenzy of glorious delight. On instinct, an instinct I didn't know existed, I trailed my hands up along her body until I held Faith under her arms and up her back, panting eagerly through my nose as we made out.

Her tongue soon shoved into my mouth and quickly started to pump inside of me, thrusting mine aside as she violently discovered every corner of my mouth, dominating me in my own territory. Her ferociousness soon had an effect on me, though, and I could feel myself grow hard against her pelvis. I tried to pull away to avoid any awkwardness, but Faith was too strong. She gave a small chuckle among kisses, knowing full well of my predicament, and held me still. It only caused me to throb even harder, making my desire for her stronger than anything I had ever felt before.

In a swift motion, Faith rolled me onto my back and was soon on top of me. But instead of continuing to kiss and eat me, she fell on top of me with a satisfied sigh, resting her head on my chest.

"I've missed you," Faith muttered.

"And me you," I said, stroking a hand along her back. Faith quickly rose in a seated position to open up her sweater and toss it away, then lay on me with nothing but her sleeveless top and tight pants on.