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OPENING THE BOX (Part 8)

   By KATZMAREK

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Disclaimer.

   This is a work of erotic fiction.  It remains the property of the author
and may not be reproduced for profit without the author's express
permission.

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   THE DIARY OF CHRISSIE BENMORE

   Day 1

   Dear Diary,

   It's Sunday evening and Justin has been such a peach.  My diary is still
at mum's so he gave me a new one.  It's leather-bound with a gold leaf
depiction of his step-father's country club.  It's not hard to guess where
he got it!

   Angela rushed over to see me this morning.  She ran up the stairs and
gave me a big hug.  We then had this long chat until lunch.  Justin didn't
know what to do with himself, the poor fool.  The conceit probably thought
we were talking about him the whole time!  Later on, she went out and
bought me some new clothes with Justin's bank card.  There was lots of neat
stuff, Angela said my dress sense needed improving.  I think she's right!

   By now everybody know's my 'secret.' It's the cost of living in a small
town.  At least half a dozen of Angela's acquaintances were in the crowd
outside the Rialto.  I mean, the girl just knows everybody!  In a way, I'm
glad everyone knows.  It feels like this burden has been lifted and Angela
and Justin have been so good to me.

   Frances came over to see me after lunch.  She's always been a good
friend of the family.  Most people don't know, but she's actually mum's
sister-in-law.  Dad and she hadn't got along for years.  She brought me
some flowers like I was sick in hospital, it was so funny.  I think she
felt awkward, after all she's dad's sister!

   Anyway, she told me that mum's okay, albeit with a massive hangover. 
She said it serves her right.  She apologised for bringing her into town.
She said she didn't realise what was going to happen.  Poor lady, I think
she was just trying to do the right thing.  They say the road to Hell is
paved with good intentions, don't they?  She suggested I stay here for a
few days, if that's okay.  She said the atmosphere at mum's was 'toxic'. 
She's full of the psycho-jargon is Frances!

   It's good to have Angela around, I've so missed her.  She looks all
summery in her crop-tops and tight, short shorts.  She's such the summer
princess, whereas I'm the winter queen.  She loves the sun and the beach
and the lotioned posers.  She flounces and bounces around the place and she
*knows* she's gorgeous, loves teasing the guys.  Her personal statement
would be, 'eat your heart out sucker!' She knows what she wants and she
wants Justin, it's plain to see!

   Justin has grown up in the last 24 hours.  It's like he's burst from his
shell and suddenly become honest with himself.  Yesterday he couldn't make
up his mind about lunch, let alone who to date.  But now he's suddenly
taken charge of the whole situation.

   He went to the library this morning leaving us girls to ourselves.  He
came back with a pile of books called, among others, 'The Incest Survivor's
Handbook.'

   I *so* hate that term 'survivor.' I mean, what is a non-survivor? 
Someone who commits suicide I suppose.  But then, somebody *that* depressed
must have more than one reason to do themselves harm, must they?  It never
entered my mind to do that to myself.  Where there's life there's hope and
for me there was Justin too.  He's been my rock and continues to be so.

   Angela has his love and his body.  I can see it, feel it whenever they
are together in one place.  The air crackles with electricity when they
stand close, as they always do.  I know I have his love too, but in a
different way.  Be it the brother/sister we never had, or just childhood
friends who grew together in understanding, he cares for me in a way I've
never experienced before.

   He and I are too similar, in that we lived our lives inside of our
heads. We were unable too, in our separate ways, to divide love and sex. 
For us they meant the same thing.  I retreated into myself to avoid the
consequences that, for me, love brought me.  My dad was unable to express
his love for us in any other way except by sex.  Fucking was the only way
he could connect with another human being.  Justin needed to read up about
it, I knew from experience.

   After lunch he and I talked while Angela hit the mall with his bank
account.  He confessed to me that he loved Angela and wanted to be with
her. He said he never meant to hurt me, anybody actually.  He couldn't face
telling me the truth, indeed, couldn't face the truth that was obvious to
everyone except him and me.

   Clutching at my strawman, I wouldn't let him go.  I manipulated him to
where *I* wanted him to be, not where *he* wanted to be.  That was *my*
need, not his.

   I know I'm not 'fixed' or 'cured.' Justin told me I'd 'taken the first
step to recovery.' I wish he'd stop reading those damned recovery books! 
He *so* needs to be the bloody expert on everything!  He wants me to stay
here, but I *know* he'd drive me nuts in no time.  In any case, this is his
and Angela's space and I'm the temporary guest.  I know they *so* want to
fuck each other and I'm in the way!

   Do I feel jealous, diary?  I wouldn't be honest if I said I wasn't!  I
mean, Justin's so damn hot and he taught me to really enjoy sex.  He was my
'first' in all respects except anatomically.  I'll never go past 'our' spot
by the riverbank without thinking of our times together.  He really is
sensational and I think Angela's so lucky.  It's a pity he hasn't got a
brother.  His dad's got a crop but they are way too young at present. 
Maybe I can wait a few years!

   Nope, bugger that!  I'd be gagging if I had to wait *that* long!

   Till next time, Chrissie Benmore.

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   Day 2

   Father Kirkland called this morning around ten.  He told me Frances had
explained everything to him and he wanted to know how he could help the
family.  It was so weird talking to a Catholic Priest in the kitchen of
Justin's big house.  He and Angela crept around like they were walking on
hot coals.  I think they were shit-scared of him, actually.  I guess they
thought he'd damn them to hell or something.

   The Father left the number for an incest support group in the Parish.  I
don't fancy comparing confessions with a bunch of screwed-up strangers!  I
kept the note in the back of my diary just in case I change my mind, but I
don't think it's me.

   Angela stayed another day.  Her folks heard the news, of course, and
were only too happy for her to stay with me.  I moved my things out of
Justin's room so they could sleep together.  They tried to be quiet last
night, but I heard Angela moaning to about one in the morning.  I know
*that* feeling only too well.  I felt a bit horny myself, just knowing what
they were doing.  I tried to give myself a little rub, but I was just too
exhausted.  It's been a tough few days!

   They looked a little guilty this morning when they got up.  I smiled and
asked them if they'd enjoyed themselves.  I gave a little wink just to show
that it was alright.  Angela blushed red and Justin looked at the floor. 
They appeared relieved, though.  It was my first good deed of the day!

   I'm getting tired of being treated like a patient.  I want to do
something for myself, and for my two buddies.  I volunteered to make lunch.
They protested that they could just order pizzas, but I insisted.  I had to
go out and get food, there was nothing in the fridge.  They ordered all
their meals from restaurant deliveries.

   The pool guy came after lunch.  Angela and I picked spots on the patio
where we could perv at him.  We stretched out on deck chairs and made rude
comments about him to one another.  He was such a dork.  Bleached hair and
shades, a real poser.

   I wore some of the gear that Angela bought for me.  The top was a bit
too tight around my boobs for my liking, but Angela told me I looked hot. I
still have an issue with guys perving at my tits, but Angela doesn't give a
shit.  She'd drop her top, given half a chance, just to make the guys
drool!

   After lunch we went into town, to the mall.  She again, had Justin's
card and she wore a grin on her face a mile wide.

   Tomorrow is my 16th birthday.  I've dropped hints all day, of course, it
is, after all, the day when I become legal.  I think they're planning
something.  It's hard to tell because they are always whispering to one
another anyway.

   Much as I appreciate Justin's and Angela's fussing over me, I want to be
normal again.  I can't help thinking that, but for that horrible night,
Angela would be ignoring me or shooting daggers in the street.  Justin
would be trying not to notice me, or looking around in paranoia, lest we
meet someone Angela knows.

   I like the sidelines and the shadows.  I've never cared to be the centre
of attention.  I can't relax.  I wish sometimes they would back off and let
the darkness swallow me once more.

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   Day 3

   Angela came over this morning and gave me my present.  More clothes, of
course.  The girl is obsessed with clothes.  Justin bought me a bone
pendant inlaid with mother of pearl, an apointment to sit my driver's
license and a little Toyota.  It's too much, I can't possibly accept it. 
It's sitting out in the driveway right now.  I haven't even looked inside.
Justin's going right over the top.

   He asked me if I wanted to do a driving course, he'd pay of course.  But
I turned him down flat.  I just can't deal with his excessive generosity
right now.  I hope he understands.

   I can't help feeling he's trying to make things right by buying me lots
of stuff.  I wish he'd realise that his friendship is all I expect.  I
don't need his money, never had really.

   Mum called and we talked for about five minutes.  She just wished me a
happy birthday and asked how I was getting on.  She didn't once mention
Justin, Dad, or Saturday night.  It's like nothing happened.  I wonder if
she was too drunk to remember at all.  I can't believe that, I think she's
just avoiding as usual.

   She told me she's back at work.  She'd had a few days off because she
was feeling poorly.  She wondered when I was coming back home.  Vickie
asked after me and said she'd talk when she got back from holiday.

   Mum's really struggling, I know that.  I can read between the lines. 
She's having a dry spell at the Travel Company.  Apparently people are not
travelling as often overseas because of 911 and the war in Iraq.  She makes
a commission based on a percentage of the cost of the travel package she
sells.  Domestic packages only make a fraction compared to overseas travel.

   Mum's too proud to admit she hasn't any money.  I know Justin would help
out if asked, but mum wouldn't accept it.  Not a snowball's chance.

   I thought about dad this morning when I lay in bed.  It was a strange
mix of emotions.  He's in Australia so I last heard.  Part of me wants to
see him, to talk.  I still care about him in a way, I don't want him to
come to harm.  I'm worried if this shit gets to the authorities they may
want to make trouble for him.  Maybe he deserves it, but I don't want to be
the one to put him in prison.

   At 13 I knew what I was doing, even though I hadn't really thought out
the consequences.  I figure that makes me just as responsible.  Justin says
the law makes it all's dad's fault because I was under 16.  He says at 13
the law considers me incapable of giving informed consent.  He read that
out of a book, but he doesn't know shit.

   I mean, who really thinks through the consequences of anything?  Who has
a crystal ball?  If I'd figured out all this shit was going to happen, I
wouldn't have jumped into bed with dad.  That's right Diary, it was *me*
that climbed into *his* bed, not the other way around.

   I can still remember clearly the fight that mum and dad had the night he
left us.  I hid in my room but I could hear it through the walls.  They
yelled disgusting things at one another.  I don't want to go through that
ever again.  Vickie came in and slept with me all night.  It was the
closest we've ever been.  We hardly said anything.  We just cried each
other to sleep.

   Angela asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday.  She suggested we
could either get some friends over or go out clubbing.  I suddenly got cold
feet about a party.  It seems to me it'd be more like a wake, therefore I
said I would like to go out.  Justin pipes up and asked where we should go
and Angela told him it was to be girl's only.  It was so funny, he tried to
be mature about it but you could see he was shitting himself.  Angela was
no help either.  She winked at me and said we might find a cool guy each!

   God we spent ages getting ready!  Angela just *had* to try everything on
at least twice.  We'd gone downtown this afternoon to get my ID and of
course she dragged me into another boutique afterwards for an outfit.  We
drove in *my* car, Angela drove because I don't have a license yet.  It is
kind of nice, I wish I could keep it, but...

   Anyway, we get this off-the-shoulder thing with a neckline rather too
low for me.  Angela said I looked fantastic and in the end I gave in.  I
chose some knee length pants that are a little low-slung but look alright.
It leaves me with a two inch band of midriff, enough to show my navel. 
Afterwards we go and get my navel pierced and a single rhinestone put in.
It hurt like hell, but it does look nice!

   By 7 Angela announces that she's ready, finally.  She chose another
crop-top that's no more than a band around her boobs.  It's so tight her
nipples poke through.  We parade for Justin's benefit and his jaw fell
open. Angela's such a tease, poor Justin.  It's going to be quite an ordeal
for him until we get home.  Angela told him not to stay up, we'd be very
late.  When we left he was almost shaking with anxiety.  Angela had to go
back and give him a hug and reassure him she wouldn't be foolish, she still
loved him.  He was just a little relieved, I think.

   The first club was filled with creepy guys in their forties, all trying
to look cool.  We left laughing our heads off.  The second was a little
better, a couple of guys zoomed in straight away to pick us up.  Angela
teased them a little before we slipped back out.  The guys were too drunk
and sleazy in any case.

   I was beginning to wonder whether this was a good idea.  We obviously
were going to be hit-on dressed the way we were.  I didn't want to spend
the night fending off drunken creeps!

   The third club was less crowded and we took a table near the edge of the
dance floor.  Here we could watch the action and still be in the shadows.
There were mostly couples there and there was to be a live band on later. I
decided I liked it here and Angela agreed.  She didn't *really* like having
to fight men off all evening.

   We'd been there about half an hour.  Angela had managed to get a couple
of drinks for us, sort of cordial things with a shot of vodka.  You
couldn't taste the alcohol except for a slightly bitter aftertaste.  I
don't normally like the the taste of booze, but this was alright.  Just
enough to relax me without sending me all-spinning and nauseous.

   Anyway, this guy comes over and asked us if we would like a bit of
company.  He was late-twentyish, sort of Greek looking, and very polite. 
Angela was going to flick him off, but he was too nice.  He told us he was
here on his own and was feeling a bit bored.  He said it would be an
'honour' to sit with two such lovely ladies!  I mean, who can resist a line
like that!

   He asked us if we wanted refills but Angela told him quickly no.  When
he'd gone to get himself one, she told me that some guys will put drugs in
your drink and you needed to be careful.  I felt safe with Angela here
looking after us.  She knows what she's about alright.

   He told us his name was Ben and he was here on a buying trip.  He said
he was a 'purchasing agent' for a chainstore.  It meant travelling around a
fair bit and it wasn't what it's cracked up to be.  You get tired of living
out of a suitcase.  Angela asked him if he was married, the smart bitch! 
He told us he was without blinking an eye.  That's when we decided he was a
straight-up genuine guy.  We thought then it was ok to have a chat and a
boogie with him.  He didn't seem to be after anything else.

   Angela still got our drinks herself.  She's not that trusting! 
Apparently she'd been flirting with the barman and didn't have to prove her
age.  After a while I was beginning to loosen up.  Ben took first Angela
and then me for a dance.  He had good rhythm and didn't try to feel me up.
I was having a good time.  We stayed for the band but they were terrible!
Angela yelled in my ear that she'd had enough and suggested we go some
place else, I agreed.  Ben told us there was an after-hours club at his
hotel and he could get us in.  We both thought that would be a great idea.

   They call it 'after-hours' but that doesn't mean anything anymore. 
Clubs and bars everywhere can stay open as long as they like now.  It was
just a late bar for the hotel guests.  It was small and intimate.  All the
tables had screens for privacy and it appeared many of the patrons were
business people entertaining clients and such like.  It certainly wasn't
sleazy in any way.

   A white-jacketed waiter came and took our order.  We ordered another
round of cocktails and some Corn chips and dip.  Ben put it all on his tab
but told us it was ok, he just puts it through his expenses claim.  I
thought I'd like a job with an expenses claim.  Fancy being paid for having
a good time!

   By about 1am Angela wanted to leave.  I think that, despite all the
bravado, she missed Justin.  I told her to go, that I would catch a taxi
home.  She was conflicted but I said I didn't want to listen to her and
Justin banging all night.  Ben was safe enough, I said, and I'd stay
another hour or so.  She grinned, gave me a hug, told me to take care and
fled.  I don't blame her, I was beginning to feel kind of fruity myself!

   I stayed with Ben at the bar for maybe half an hour.  Without Angela
something of the spirit of the evening was gone.  She sure livens up the
place!  Ben was sitting close, his demeanour had changed a bit.  He was now
sort of reflective and a little lost.  I'm a bit of a sucker for lonely
souls, I didn't want to leave him looking so sad.

   About 1.30am he said he'd better get some sleep.  He thought he might
have a spa first, it was always available this time of night.  I told him
that's sounds heavenly and he asked, half jokingly, whether I wanted to
join him.  I said I would, only I didn't have anything to wear.  He said I
didn't need anything and I needn't worry, he wouldn't look!

   Well I don't know whether I believed him or not.  I was beginning to
feel horny, thinking of what Angela and Justin would be doing right now.  I
told myself, why not?  Ben wasn't a sleazy type, and even if we had a
little play, well, so what?

   I had some second thoughts in the elevator.  My conscience reminded me
of his wife.  It's funny, I seem to have a talent for stealing boyfriends
and husbands.

   I followed Ben down the hall.  He was whistling as he got some towels
from the closet outside of the spa room.  He tossed me one and unlocked the
door.  The spa was set on a kind of glass-covered balcony.  Venetian blinds
offered privacy for those that prefered it.  Otherwise you could open them
and watch the dim stars and the city lights.  Potted palms surrounded the
pool and the lights could dim right down so you wouldn't beam out like a
Television to the world.  You could change in a little side room with hooks
and hangers to put your clothes on.  There were a couple of robes you could
put on for modesty.

   Ben suggested I could change in the room while he took off his clothes
by the pool.  He turned the lights right down so the whole world couldn't
look in.  As I stripped I could hear splashing as Ben got in.  It didn't
take him long to strip.  I put on my robe and peeked around.  He was
sitting with his back to me, so I tip-toed in.

   "Tell me when you're ready," he said.

   I dropped the robe quickly as he moved to the other side, still with his
back to me.  I slipped into the pool and Ben turned on the air.  The
bubbles hid most of my boobs but they began to float like bouys just below
the surface.  I checked that I was decent and Ben joined me on the bench.

   Ben stretched out his body across the pool and floated just below the
bubbles.  I caught a glimpse of his dark pubic hair and waving dick.  I was
feeling turned-on and shut my eyes to calm myself down.  It didn't help
feeling a light brush of his bare skin on my hips.

   "Do you have a boyfriend, Chrissie?" he asked.

   It sounded such an innocent question at the time.

   "No," I said, "I've just broken up with someone."

   I then told him all about Justin and that he was going out with Angela.
I explained that I was staying with them at the moment and that I wanted to
give them some time to be alone.  He replied that it must be very hard for
me and wondered how I could stand to be around them.

   "It's all right," I told him, "I've accepted the situation.  I can't
change it!"

   Then all of a sudden I began to cry.  I have no idea why, I guess it was
just some release after the tension of the last few days.  Anyway, Ben
presumed that it because I'm sad about losing Justin to Angela.  I haven't,
won't, tell him the whole truth, he doesn't need to know everything!

   He put his arm around me and gave me a hug.  He told me there were lots
nice guys out there and I was stunningly beautiful.  I could pick anyone I
wanted.  It was such a nice thing to say that I pressed against his cheek
and cried some more.  Shit, I've been crying so much lately, more than I
have for years.

   "You're so gorgeous," he kept saying, "you deserve to be adored."

   Maybe I needed to hear things like that right now.  Even if it was just
a crock to soften me up.  There has been only two guys who I allowed to
tell me those things, one of them was Justin.  In any case I just melted
away in that pool and the next thing I knew I was kissing him.  He was
holding my head and really giving me the 'passion special.'

   I was *so* aware of his maleness stretched naked next to me.  His hard
chest, muscles and the very stubble of his five a clock shadow.  His kisses
were moist and hot, his lips soft.

   "I'm sorry, we shouldn't," he mumbled, but it didn't stop him nuzzling
my neck.

   "It's ok," I breathed back, "I want to."

   Then he was hefting my breasts under the water, squeezing them and
kissing me frantically.  He replaced his hands with his tongue and lips and
his free hand began feeling my thighs and pussy.  I reached for his dick
and curled my hand around it.  It was stiff already and Ben movements took
on an extra urgency.

   "Wait, wait!" I gasped.

   I didn't want to do it in a pool.  I wanted a bed, clean sheets and
comfort.  Then I wanted to fall asleep with his arms around me.  I wanted
to be made love to, not fucked.  I had too much of that with Justin,
riverbanks, pine needles and car seats.  This time I wanted it the way
Angela was getting it, not furtive and rushed, but slowly and lovingly.

   "Let's go to your room," I told Ben, "I don't want it here."

   He was puffing with passion like a steam loco.  Doubt registered on his
face.  I thought he was about to back out.  His dick was poking me in the
side.  On impulse I told him I'd take care of it.  That way, he may be a
little more relaxed about stopping and taking me to bed.

   He nodded briefly and sat on the edge of the pool.  His dick, although
not as big as Justin's stood pulsing and bent like a banana to the left.  I
took it in my fist, licked it and was rewarded with a groan.  Man, the guy
was horny.  I worked him with my hand and lips and soon he was flooding my
mouth with his warm, salty sperm.  He sat chuffing away while I rinsed my
mouth out and spat the stuff down the drain.  I'm sorry, Diary, unlike all
the talk from other girls, I'm not one who likes to swallow!

   Ben was, what you might call, diffident about taking me back to his
room. I think he was thinking of his wife, as if fucking me in the pool
wasn't as much cheating as making love to me in his bed.  I told him it was
unfair backing out now as soon as he'd got off.  I was feeling a bit angry,
actually, like I didn't matter to him.  I was just a mouth for him to put
his dick in.  In the end, he reluctantly agreed but said I had to be out
before daybreak.  He had, he said, an early start.  Damn, how men change
once they get what they wanted!

   Back in his room, I dropped my robe and Ben became a little more
interested once again.  Very few people have had the privilege of seeing me
naked.  I stood over him as he sat up in bed and asked him to move over. 
His eyes were fixed on my dangling boobs inches from his face.  When I got
comfortable next to him, he'd already begun to get hard.  I thought
everything was going to be alright after all!

   He wasted no time and went to work on my tits with his hands and tongue.
His hands weren't as smooth and sensuous as Justin's.  It felt like he was
in a hurry.  Too quickly he was rubbing my pussy with his finger.  He was,
though, quite a good kisser so I pulled his head down for a deep smooch. 
At the same time I directed his finger where it would do the most good.

   We did it soon after that.  He climbed between my thighs and I opened
wide for him.  Feeding him into me, we were away.  It was better than I
expected, actually.  He sort of went slow then fast, slow then fast.  He
kept me near the peak for ages so when I actually came it was really
intense.  He folded in behind me and rested his hand on my pussy
afterwards. His spent dick tickled my arse so I arranged it so it nestled
between my legs.  That way we snoozed for a couple of hours.

   Dear Diary, Justin was the way better fuck, but I'm glad I did it.  Ben
was nice to me just when I needed it.  Not because he felt sorry for me but
because he liked me and wanted to fuck me.  That's ok, but I'm glad I'll
never see him again.  He's right, after all, there are plenty of nice guys
out there.  Even if mum doesn't think so.

   Ben's probably on his way home now sick with guilt and wanting to
confess to his wife.  I guess that's the kind of guy he is!  I'm curiously
unconcerned, I think that's the kind of girl *I* am.  It never bothered
dad, so why would it bother me?  He could pull anyone's wife, show her what
she's been missing out on, then hand her back afterwards.  He had
absolutely no remorse from what I could see.

   Mum's screwed lots of guys, I know.  She'd tell me about them when she
had a little to drink.  I think Justin was a little reminder of the fun old
days.  Mum was trying to re-live her youth through Justin.

   Justin opened my box and awakened my desires.  The desires my mother
tried to supress.  The desire to have wicked, abandoned, sex with some guy
and knowing he can't or won't try to chain you to him.  Sex because I want
it, not because it's some kind of weird duty.

   It bothers me still, a little, that Angela has claimed Justin.  That's
why I need to move out.  He is still the best lover I've ever had.  I'm
also glad, in a way, because I don't think I'm really what Justin needs in
his life.  Angela, despite what you might think, is a way better match for
him.  She has a much stronger moral fibre, will offer much more devotion
and fidelity than I could.  I know that now, I needed to find out.  The
last thing Justin wants is a marriage like my parents.  Justin and I would
destroy each other.

   So I've been released onto the world.  I want guys to fall over
themselves to win my attention.  Angela has given me the means to do that,
with her clothes sense, her savvy and her world-wisdom.  Ben proved to me
that it works, that I have the 'power.' Mum cut me loose from my nest and
comfort, made me come to terms with what I am.

   And Justin?  Justin fucked me silly, What more can I say?

   The End

   KATZMAREK(C)

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