May Angels Lead You In

Chapter One: Feelings

The sun was shining brightly overhead. Birds chirped gently, their beautiful song carried on the soft breeze, which gently shook the vibrant green trees. Susan smiled as she stared out the window at this beautiful scene. Compared to London, this was like paradise. And though it made her quite happy, a small part of her was sad. Sad because she knew that eventually, they would have to go back to London. London which, compared to the countryside, was Hell. And who would ever want to leave paradise for Hell?

Out in the yard, Peter was playing a game of cricket with Edmund and Lucy. Mid-game, Ed and Lucy suddenly tackled Peter and the three began rolling around wrestling and laughing. Susan let out a little giggle and turned away from the window. She had only just woken up, and she needed to get dressed. Walking across the room, she gently turned the lock and pressed her ear to the door, listening to make sure it had indeed locked. She then strode over to the mirror and slipped off her red dress, letting it fall gently to the floor. She stared for a moment at her large, firm breasts. She stared at her sleek black hair, at her tight, round ass, at the redness of her lips. Smiling at her natural beauty, she removed her bra and stepped out of her panties.

She made her way over to the wardrobe and quickly dressed herself in a beautiful royal blue silk dress. After checking herself in the mirror, she unlocked the door and hurried down into the yard to play with her siblings. As she passed through the kitchen, she spied Peter out the window. He was now splitting wood, no doubt because the professor had ordered him to. His beautifully sculpted muscles glistened with sweat as he brought down each swing of the axe, tearing the chunks of wood in two, sending the occasional piece falling onto his discarded shirt. She froze dead in her tracks. Her heart was pounding. Her breath short. Her body hot. What was this feeling? She'd seen Peter shirtless plenty of times. She'd even seen him nude once or twice. So what was this strange reaction now?

She shook her head and proceeded out into the yard to play with Ed and Lucy. But even as she played, she couldn't keep her mind of Peter. Her eyes kept wandering back to him...her thoughts never left him...He possessed her. And it frightened her.

The next morning the children came down to the kitchen to find a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, milk, toast, jam, butter, biscuits, hash brown, and various juices lying out on the table. Sitting beside the plate of eggs was a note from the professor saying he wouldn't be back until late that night. All throughout breakfast, Susan kept staring at Peter. Quite a few times he asked if she was okay, and she simply responded with a nervous "yeah, everything's fine".

After breakfast, they gathered in the family room to decide what to do. It was horribly grey out, and looked as if it would thunder at any moment. So after a few minutes of arguing, they agreed to play hide and seek. It was settled that Peter would be "it" and so Lucy and Edmund went running off to find the best hiding places they could. Susan, however, stayed where she was standing, staring at her brother until she heard him say "ten". At that, she went scurrying upstairs to find a good hiding place, but collided with a vase and spilled water all over her dress. A little annoyed, she returned to her room to change. As soon as she entered the room, she moved to turn the lock when she hurt footsteps coming up the stairs. Peter was coming. Smiling, she hurried over to the mirror, undressed as quickly as she could, and opened the wardrobe. Right as she spun round with a purple dress, Peter opened the door.

"S-Sorry..." He muttered.

"Peter, wait!"

As he started to leave, Susan grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him back into the room.

"Peter, I love you." She said softly.

"Yeah, I love you, too, sis."

Susan opened her mouth to speak, but it was too late. Peter had already left the room. Sighing, she locked the door and started to get dressed.