“You will be able to see him perfectly, and not just in the mirror, but first you have to lure him out of the closet where he is waiting and watching. And, of course, you can trust him, we are twins actually. In fact, I took all my sweetness, all my innocence, all my shyness and gave them to him so you yeah . . . he is perfectly safe for you to play with.”
“What must I do? When I, you know, lure him out of the closet.”
She could feel his hands on her shoulders as he lowered his mouth to her ear, “Seduce him . . . or else I stay gone. And the seduction, this is very important, Ali wants it to be very sweet and innocent.”
“But I . . . I don’t know him. Don’t know what he likes so seducing him might be difficult.”
“I will tell you this . . . over the past few months he has really enjoyed watching you get undressed down to your underwear so I think he has, by now, developed a real underwear fetish, especially when it comes to his mommy looking nice in one of her sexy looking bras so you might want to use that to your advantage. Oh and one final thing, very important. You only have until midnight to seduce him. If you fail, if you are not being, at least, a little bit naughty with him when the clock strikes twelve, Ali shall consider you as failing your challenge and take us down to the worst part of the underworld and we shall never know any peace.”
He gave her no time to argue, or pose further question to this final wicked proclamation as Gail felt something stir in the air behind her and then he was gone, leaving her alone with, unbelievably, her new son.
Sighing at this unexpected turn in events, Gail picked up her phone. It was already 11:22. Only thirty eight minutes to put her innocent seduction in play. After sitting the phone back down she turned toward the closet, “H-honey, are you in there. I’m . . . I’m afraid I don’t know your name . . . but I want to . . . Mommy wants to know your name I mean.”
After a brief moment of silence, finally there came from the closet a small, innocent sounding voice. “Bobby.”
“Hmm, Bobby. That is a nice name. So Bobby can you come out of the closet so Mommy can see you. If you come over and sit next to me maybe we can have a nice talk.”
When he said nothing she considered standing up and stripping off her towel thinking that would surely draw him out of the closet, but then she remembered Bobby telling her, specifically, And the seduction, it needs to be very sweet and innocent.
Stripping off her robe and showing off her naked body, right away, would not be such a sweet and innocent thing to do. Plus, it would not do much to indulge his underwear fetish.
She sighed, trying to figure something else to say when there was a stirring inside the closet. The door swung open wider as Gail strained her eyes to try and see her new son better. She could just make out a small, shadowy figure standing just inside the closet door.
“Come on hon, if you come sit next to me it will be easier for us to talk, don’t you think and to get to know each other better. I mean . . . you do want to get to know me . . . right?”
Gail patted the seat next to her saying, “Come on out now, Bobby . . . please.”
The small figure began to cross the bedroom toward her and just as William promised her, Gail could see him perfectly as he drew nearer.
Dressed in a dark tee shirt and a pair of simple white briefs, her new son was adorably cute while being rather small in stature. His sandy brown hair was cut short, and was a bit disheveled, while his dimpled cheeks glowed with an abundance of youthful cuteness.
As he sat down next to her, he looked away shyly with his demeanor apparently matching his innocent appearance.
“Hey look at me, Bobby.” Reaching out, curious to see if he would feel as “solid” as he looked, Gail brushed one hand alongside his cheek. She was relieved to find he was both warm and solid.
After her touch, he turned to her with a serious, almost scared, expression on that adorably cute face of his. He looked like he wanted to say something but was too afraid.
“You . . . you are not very tall huh, Bobby. How old are you anyways? Your brother only told me you were younger than him.”
“I am nineteen, same as him, but he told Ali-shad-bar when he was creating me to make me smaller so he could bully me and push me around and make fun of me.”
“Well that is not very nice. I guess I will have to speak to him about that when I see again, but anyways your nineteen . . . that is interesting so that means you are the same age as William but I thought he said you were younger?”
“Actually I am younger than him because he just made me . . . like a few months ago but since he is eighteen when he, you know, ahh died, I am eighteen also.”
“I see, but listen, Bobby, honey, what is the other side like . . . I mean you said–”
“I am not supposed to answer questions about the other side and technically we aren’t on the other side, yet, we are in the underworld but I aint supposed to talk about that either.”
“Oh . . . Hmm, OK. Well, we can talk about other things.”
“Can you go get some more champagne first? William said you are more fun to play with when you have had a few glasses of champagne.”
Gail, remembering how she was supposed to seduce him, smiled sweetly at him before replying, “Is that what you want to do sweetheart.” She ran her fingers lightly through his hair, “Play with Mommy.”
“Y-yes,” he answered tentatively.
“Good because honestly Mommy has already had a bit of champagne so I am already in a bit of a playful mood, but I suppose . . .” She rose to her feet. “One more glass would only make me more playful.”
As she strode over to the bar in the corner of the bedroom, she could feel his eyes following her. After pouring herself a fresh glass of champagne, she hurried back over to the vanity table actually more than a little anxious to get things started.
After draining nearly half the glass, Gail reached out, impulsively running her fingers through his hair again, before letting them slip down to his forearm. Stroking it softly, she whispered, “I like this . . . you are both warm and solid, Bobby . . . unlike your older brother when he came to visit me a long time ago it seems.”
“Ali gives us the ability to kind of change our appearance. We can make ourselves either solid or transparent . . . if we want.”
“Hmm, I see, well speaking of him, I mean Ali do you know if he plans on sending your big brother to come to see me tonight or anytime soon?”
Bobby looked away shyly before answering in a small voice. “He promised me I could have you . . . all night . . . tonight I mean . . . to myself. Why? I guess you want him instead of me?”
After he said this, Gail looked at her new son. He had a hurt puppy dog expression on his cute face breaking her heart.
“No . . .” She grabbed his hand squeezing it tight. “I mean I am looking forward to you . . . having me.” She squeezed his hand tighter. “All to yourself . . . all night long I mean.”
“Really?”
Leaning over, she kissed him sweetly on the cheek as she whispered, “Yes, really.”