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|    Story: Allison and Bobby Chapter 1 (1/8)    |
|    17 May 06 13:00:57    |
      From: bobandcarole@aol.com              Story: Allison and Bobby Chapter 1              mg, incest              by bobandcarole                     “Okay you two know where we will be at, and you have the list of       phone numbers that you can call if you need us for anything” mom       said.              “And remember, no leaving the yard” she added              “Yep, don’t worry mom, we will be fine” Bobby said              “You’re the man of the house today while I’m gone, I expect you       to take good care of Allison” my dad told me.              “We are giving you a chance today to prove that you two are old       enough to stay home alone, don’t make us regret it.” Mom said       sternly.              “We won’t disappoint you” we both said together              Mom and dad laughed at our perfectly synchronized answer. Bobby       and I giggled along with them. They rushed around getting ready       for the wedding as they kept telling us various instructions and       things not to do. Finally they were ready to leave. They took       us in the living room for the last minute warnings.              “Okay, here is twenty dollars for some pizza tonight, just call       for delivery. Remember all the instructions we gave you and you       will be fine” dad told us.              Mom hugged and kissed us both then they headed out the door. We       walked them out to the car and waved as they drove off down the       street.              “Jeez, at last they’re gone” Bobby said as he plopped down on the       sofa.              I sat on the recliner across from Bobby and told him that I was       glad that they trusted us enough to leave us by ourselves. He       told me that he had begged them all week for the chance to prove       that we could do it. He said that we couldn’t mess this up and       end up with a babysitter again. Bobby was 12 and I was 10 almost       11. I told him that we were old enough to be left alone. He       said that we knew that but mom and dad needed to be shown that we       could do it.              “What do you want to do today?”              “Let’s clean up the kitchen to show mom what we can do” Bobby       said              We went into the kitchen cleaning up the breakfast dishes. We       washed and dried the dishes and pans that were used for the bacon       and eggs. I wiped up the counter and table as Bobby put       everything else away. We then went up to our rooms making our       beds and picking up our rooms. I walked into our parent’s room       picking up their mess and making their bed. After an hour we       were done and the house was clean. Bobby found me in the living       room watching MTV.              “Want to go shoot some baskets”              “Yeah, I guess so” I said              We went out the back door to the garage. Bobby grabbed the       basketball and took some practice shots. He suggested we play a       game of horse. He took his first shot and made it from the       corner of the garage. I tried it and missed giving me the letter       “H”. It wasn’t long before I lost. I lost three games straight       before I finally won one. We played for about an hour then I       told Bobby I wanted to go back in the house. He put the ball       back in the garage and we walked into the kitchen. Bobby went to       the fridge getting out a couple of sodas. We went back into the       living room to finish our drinks and watch some television.              “Let’s watch a movie” I told him              “Okay” he said as he grabbed a James Bond movie              “Yewwww, let’s not watch that, let’s watch a comedy” I asked him              We argued about what movie to watch, neither one of us wanting to       give up on our choice. Finally Bobby said that we should play a       game and the winner gets to pick the movie. I asked him what       game he wanted to play.              “The dare game” he said to me              “Fine, we haven’t played it for a while but I’m game” I told him.              This was a stupid game we played when we were smaller. He would       dare me to do something and I had to do it. If I refused, he       wins but if I do it then I get to give him a dare. We never       dared each other to do something bad or gross just things that we       knew that the other one didn’t like.              “We will flip a coin to see who goes first” he said              Bobby told me to call it when it was in the air. I called heads       and it landed with heads side up. I clapped my hands at winning       the flip. He looked at me with a smile on his face saying that       he had no doubt that I would lose.              “Okay, I dare you to climb the ladder to the garage roof” I told       him.              I knew that ever since he fell off the ladder last year he was       scared to get back on it. He shot me a real dirty look as he       thought about what he had to do. He got up heading toward the       back door. I followed him out to the garage as he set the ladder       up against the side of the garage. He laughed at me saying that       this was too easy. He began to climb fast up the ladder. I       thought I made a mistake when he stopped half way up. He looked       up at the roof then back at the ground. I could see that he was       sweating.              “You can come down and watch my movie” I teased him              “No way” he yelled at me              He started to go up again and soon was standing on the roof. He       was pumping his hands over his head in victory as I conceded that       he won the first dare. He carefully climbed back down the ladder       and put it away in the garage. We went back into the house to       the living room so I could get my dare. He looked at me saying       that I had given him a good dare.              “I dare you to go down in the basement and catch a spider in your       bare hands and bring it back to me”              I shuddered at the thought of touching a spider. I absolutely       hate those things. He told me that if I wanted to I could just       watch a James Bond movie. I got up heading for the basement       steps. I turned the lights on in the cellar and walked down the       steps. I knew that I could find a spider in the furnace room. I       walked into that room and saw a big web by the hot water heater.       I walked over to it and stared at the big black spider that was       sitting in the web. I looked around and saw that Bobby had       followed me down the steps. He told me that he wanted to be sure       I picked it up with my hands. I quickly grabbed the spider in my       hands, shaking them all the time so the spider couldn’t bite me.       I ran back up the steps to the living room. Bobby was right       behind me as I got into the room. I turned to him and gave him       the spider. He tossed it down on the floor stepping on it to       kill it. I smiled at him as I thought about my next dare.              “Hold on a minute Allison, I have to go to the bathroom”              “I dare you to let me watch you pee” I blurted out.              I don’t know why I ever said that. Bobby stared at me with his       mouth hanging open. I couldn’t believe I said that. We never       did anything like that before. I started playing with myself a       few months ago and was kind of curious about boys but I never       thought of looking at Bobby. I looked at my brother and he was       still standing there with his mouth open and his eyes wide.              “HUH, what did you just say?”              “I dare you to let me watch you pee” I repeated                     [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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