Date: Mon, 15 Jun 2015 15:03:08 -0400
From: Gmail <movinon84@gmail.com>
Subject: The boy in the mirror chapter 5 sf

**chapter five: the attic**

  Once we stepped inside the house. I felt a heaviness pass through my
body. But not just the heaviness. I felt a strong urge. The feeling of
sexual frustration. My dick began to swell with lust, my body starting to
sweat. I started to hunch over as if I were in pain but I wasn't. The
feeling was so overwhelming that I could barely contain myself.

  "You alright son?" He asked me worriedly.

  "Yeah.. I just don't feel good. I'm going to lay down for a few." I said
in a shaky voice.

  "Ok. I'll be in my study if you need me." He said.

  I rushed to my room and shut the door behind me, with no haste I stripped
down to nothing. My dick sprung up ready for action. Hard as a rock and
pulsing, I grabbed it and wrapped my hand around it. It felt so good just
to touch it. I leaned against the mirror with my other hand to watch myself
as I jacked off. I started to stroke my dick fast as I starred into the
mirror. As I did, my reflection became more than a reflection. He was
starring back at me with a different emotion, he wanted me bad. He licked
his lips, and with his hand against mine, his fingers pushed out of the
mirror like my dream. His fingers and mine were intertwined. He was stoking
his dick just as I was.

  Coming to the climax, to watch him stroke his dick as it were another
person but to look like me just brought me closer to the edge. His eyes
shut as his hand tightened onto mine, he looked down as his body was
shaking as well as mine. He came first, shooting his cum onto me then I
shot my load all over the mirror. Then he became me again. I saw the cum
dripping down the mirror, and his cum was still on me. I know it has to be
real. Its not scaring me anymore. Its more of an excitement.

  Exhausted as I was, something beckoned me to the attic. Luckily my dad
left the keys on the end table. I put on a pair of shorts and snatched the
keys. I hurried up the stairs and down the hall to the attic door. I fiddle
with the lock for a few moments then finally a click. The door opens
slightly as I heard someone say shhh. Startled at first, I stepped
back. Then advances to the stairs to go up to the attic. The steps were
steep and the light didnt turn on. The closer to the top I was, I started
to hear crying.

  *someone here?* I thought to myself.

  "Hello? Is anyone up there?" I called out.

  No answer was heard but something fell over so I rushed up the rest of
the way to see if I could spot anyone. I didn't see anything at first, but
I walked towards the back and to see boxes covered in dust. Cobwebs
everywhere. The smell of mildew filled the air. I came upon a boy battered
and bruised hiding between two boxes with his head between his knees. He
was a small boy, he was very thin as he has been starves. His face and arms
were bruised. His clothing were torn and dirty.

  "Are you alright?" I asked.

  The boy was silent. He sniffled a few times then looked up at me with
these shiny blue eyes. His hair was blonde and a complete mess. He then
points at something with a cloth draped over it. I walk over to it and pull
the cloth off. It was the mirror from my dream. But this wasn't the same
boy I had seen before. I wasn't even sure if this kid was real or
not. Everything seemed so strange to me.

  The boy stood up and tugged on my shirt. He starred at me and our eyes
locked. His blue eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them. He then smiled
and gave me a hug.

  "Don't leave me again." He said in a tattered voice.

  I patted him on his head. I wasn't sure what to think.

  "I won't. I promise." I said to him.

  He grabbed my hand and again looked up at me a smiled. We started to walk
to the stairs as I heard someone walking up them. We stopped and he his
behind me. The footsteps became louder as they were almost at the top of
the steps. Who could it be? I was trembling and so was the boy. The figure
slowly turned the corner but shaded so I couldn't see who it was. He stood
tall and scrawny. He opened his eyes and that's all I saw of him. There was
no figure, just blackness. He stops and raises his hand and points at the
boy.

  "You've been a bad boy. Now its time for your punishment." The figure
says in a deep growling voice.

  "NO. HE'S HERE TO PROTECT ME!" The boy yells out as he wraps his arms
around me tightly.

  I was terrified and frozen in fear. I didn't know what I was supposed to
do.  The figure let out a roar in frustration and charged at me. He raised
his fist and started to swing. But as he threw the punch, his fist went
through me as I closed my eyes.  I didn't feel anything besides a gust of
wind go by me. I opened one eye to notice that he wasn't there anymore. I
looked around and neither was the boy. This house is getting to me.

  I walked down the stairs with shaky legs, almost stumbling down them. I
got to the bottom of the steps and the door slams shut. I grabbed the knob
and tried to open it but it was locked. In a panic, I started pounding on
the door and screaming in hopes my dad would hear me. As I was screaming
and pounding on the door, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs from
behind, so I started screaming louder. When a hand grabbed my shoulder, the
door flings open and I run out and throw my arms around Sara.

  "Whoa sweetie, what's wrong? Looks like y'all seen a ghost." She said as
her arms went back.

  "What? Um... I didn't I mean I don't know what I saw." I stuttered.

  "Why are you here? Where's my dad?" I asked.

  "Haha don't worry dear. He's downstairs, I just came over to bring him
supplies he needed." She laughed.

  "Do you know anything about this house?" I asked.

  She looked at me and just sighed. She shook her head no then turned
around to walk towards the stairs. She stopped halfway when I saw a person
at the top of the steps. He ran downstairs and heard a door slam shut. She
continued walking and I followed her.

  "Wait, you saw that too?" I asked.

  "What? I have no clue what you're talking bout darlin." She hesitated.

  "Dad doesn't believe me, but you do. I can tell. There's something
strange going on here." I muttered.

  "Don't worry about a thing. There's nothing going on." She said.

  "Ugh. Fine don't tell me but I'm going to find out what's going on." I
said.

  "Don't go messin about you hear. You don't wanna go looking for trouble."
She said.

  We continued to the stairs then went down. The basement door was wide
open. And the cobwebs were cleared away. I headed to the door to see if
anyone was down there. I heard something fall over so I ran down the steps,
and there he was. My dad, he had cleared the basement out.

  "Whatcha doing son?" He asked.

  " I heard something so I wanted to check it out."I said.

  "Oh hi Sarah. Didn't know you were here." He said to her.

  "Oh I just stopped to drop off the supplies you needed. Hope I didn't
forget anything." She said as she closed her eyes and smiled big.

  My dads face turned red, I think he was starting to fall for her. But I
know he will deny it like he does with everything else. She tuned around
and went upstairs to put the box on the end table. I followed and so did my
dad. Before she left she leaned in and gave my dad a hug.

  "If you're not busy later tonight, I would like to go for dinner if you'd
like." She said.

  My dad blushes even more and stuttered. " sure that sounds fine to me."

  "I'll stay home, I'm a big boy. You two have fun." I said as I winked at
my dad.

  "Sounds great." Sarah said.

  She left and my dad tried to hide the smile. I knew he was happy. And it
also gave me time to myself at home and I could walk the halls naked.