Page 28 of Are You Scared, Krowe?
She doesn't seem to resent me looking at her so openly; in fact, she stares back at me for a moment, her eyes roving my body before she steps into the dress, fixing the sleeves in place.
The fit is perfect, and the pale purple is a lovely compliment to her delicate pallor. It makes her look soft and sweet. And I suppose she is, because as I step around her back and grip the fabric in my hand so I can work the zipper in place, she doesn't meet me with tension. She also makes no comment about my cock poking her, though I can feel it against the soft curves of her ass, only stiffening when I catch a drift of what I can only assume is her shampoo.
She forgoes the stockings, and I don't blame her for it. Her knees and shins are bruised and cut; I'd think something rubbing against it would hurt. And she doesn't deserve any more hurt.
I dress as she watches, keenly aware of how curious she is, how casual.
When we get downstairs, everyone is as curious about her as she is about them. Natalie has gathered everyone.
"Gianna," Natalie says softly. "I'm Natalie, and this is my husband Herb. This is our home."
Gianna looks around, taking in the quaint farmhouse. It's not elaborately furnished, mostly full of vintage decor, but it's clean and always smells like the best pastries.
"It's lovely."
I smile, proud of her graciousness.
Natalie and Herb have been excellent roommates. I live here rent-free, in exchange for taking care of the crows, and all they ask is that I'm kind and fair.
"And these are our children. This is our oldest, Laura," Natalie indicates the sallow blonde, who manages a small smile and an even smaller wave. "Our son, Benjamin,"
Ben grins, striding forward with a hand out, which seems to startle Gianna for a moment before she sticks her own out to shake his hand.
"And then Susie," Natalie beams, placing a hand on her middle daughter's shoulder. "And Lizzie."
"It's... nice to meet you all." Gianna says slowly, looking to me for an explanation.
"And this is Spade… Aiden… our friend."
I smirk at the titlefriend.
Natalie's more like an aunt than anything, but I'm grateful for them.
"Are you all..." Gianna cuts off, glancing at the younger two girls.
"Dead." Lizzie nods, a solemn expression on her little face. "Wanna see my trick?"
"Lizzie..." Herb warns, and I wonder which of her tricks she's up to now.
"Sure." Gianna says softly.
Lizzie grins, her eyes lighting up as she sucks in a deep breath through her nose.
"This is my favorite." Ben chuckles, winking at Gianna before winding his arm up like he's about to throw the opening pitch at a Royals game. He buries it in his sister's stomach, but I don't have a chance to be shocked about it because I'm too shocked by what happens as a result.
Lizzie's head sails off of her body, floating up into the air and flipping before floating back down, down, down to her headless body.
I stare in shock, trying to decide what I just witnessed.
When I finally get a little recognition, I turn to Gianna who looks similarly affronted, her eyes wide.
"Children," Natalie scolds. "You're scaring them. Settle down now."
Lizzie giggles, settling her head back in place on the stump between her shoulders and twisting it so that she faces us properly. "Sorry."
"If you think that's fun, you should see what I can do." Susie says, lifting the hem of her shirt and reaching for her stomach.
"Ah-ah!" Natalie snaps, and a chill falls around the room as Susie stops, scolded.
