Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Trigger Warnings: Literally, and also G/M Cons/Rape?  I'll let you decide,
when you get to that line.  Power-Reassurance, and PTSD.

   If you haven't noticed, she's not a Lesbian.  She's a serial sexual
abuser, and exploits weakness, even in men.  (With a military daddy fetish)
Just tended to find it more in women, and especially girls.  These two are
mostly for contrast, and as always seriously rewritten for denial, and
lies. She also lies, for instance Every time is the "First time," when she
really has done all this before, and actually has a female lover at the
same time, but likes to play the "Virgin" game, and all the other
mindgames, too.  Don't You Believe It!

   ;

   Lanie (G...M Peep Fant.)

   Womanizer, what does that even mean?  My aunt said he seduces lots of
girls, but always abandons them, after he gets what he wants.  "Like James
Bond." I watched all the movies, but they were exciting, and the seduction
part.  Well, that's what I didn't get.  I tried, to put myself in her
place, and though they're attractive men, I just don't get the point at
which they're seduced.

   I want to be seduced!  Not like that, just fall into bed, or be bullied
into it by some superspy killer.  Oh, the he in that conversation was Dale,
or "Specialist Richards," because my dad was in the army too, but that's
what they said about him, he was a womanizer.  Okay?  He had a lot of
girlfriends, and he "Cheated" on them.  That's another thing I don't get,
why is that cheating?

   What's wrong with a man who has been with a lot of women?  They know
what they're doing, right?  How to talk, and dress, where to take me, and
the perfect moment for that first kiss.  "Hhn!" Boys my age, they're so
immature, clumbsy, and studder out the most stupid thing.  Virgins, what
would I want with a virgin when I have this single, experienced, smart good
looking well traveled guy, right across the street?  If I had a man like
that, I wouldn't keep him to myself.  That's selfish.

   And he was in the Army.  Not like a superspy, or anything.  He's a
mechanic, always was, but when he went away to Baghdad I was heartbroken.
You see, I had a crush on him, forever.  Even as a little girl, I was in
love.  Then he went away to war and I was afraid I'd never see him again.
But when he came back, I decided.  I'm growing up, I'm still a virgin, and
there is nobody else in the world I would rather give it up to.

   Then his friend went over there, and pulled up to the garage.  While he
held it open, it was early, and a warm night.  I watched from my window,
squinting to try and see his chest.  Especially half naked, spraying
himself off with the hose after trimming the yard, but in his teeshirt. 
All I got to see was his arm, straight up to hold the door over him, like
the statue of Liberty, and his coffee cup.  In his other hand, tucked up to
bulge out in front, turning, and letting it down.  He came back with a lot
more muscle.

   Halfway, it's busted, I guess.  Or maybe he just doesn't want the sun
shining in to make it hot, but I can't see him, from up here.  So, I get
dressed.  I want to look real nice for him, to notice.  I know, I'm just
the girl across the street, but it's been 4 years.  I have a body now,
needs and desires I hadn't when he left me, I just hope it's enough.  Now,
not next year, or a few years.

   "Hhn!" I want him, now.

   Or, I can play this game longer, slower, patiently get used to being
around him again.  Over there watching him work in the garage, the smell of
grease.  For years, but I don't want to wait for years any more.  I already
did that, and now I want him here.  Now, in my bed so I can crawl back
under the covers, warmed by his body, and feel the hairs on his muscular
chest.

   "Hm!" He doesn't like girls, too busty.  Not like he snuck them in and
out, I saw them.  His girlfriends, I know what he likes.  I can just hope
to ever live up to that, but I'm not flat as a board any more, and I have
the old green top from last summer.  My favorite one, last summer when I
really started to show, but it's so tight now, it keeps pulling down, and
getting stuck.

   On my chest, so boys keep looking down, and I have to fix it.  Or not,
if there happens to be a tall muscular hairy man, looking down, when I look
up, bite my lip, and tilt my head a little.  His hands on my heaving chest,
"un!"

   Blink.  Yeah, I need to do something about that.

   ;

   Dale (GM Sedu)

   KRKT, KRKT!  Get this valve cover off, first.  Gonna be a hot one,
"Hahaha." Here?  Not hardly, I checked the weather back there.  Still
evening, 107 when I woke up.  "Phf!" Hot coffee.

   It's not like Home.  Since I came back, just looking around, it all
looks familiar.  I recognise it, but.  I feel almost homesick for that
hellhole?  Shake it out of my head.

   "Hey, Dale." She knocked, and then let her arm drop, straightening up
under the hanging door.

   "Oh, hey Elane."

   "Lanie, now." She smiled.  "Or is it, Specialist Richards now?"

   "No," I sighed, "Dale is fine." nodded.

   "You haven't changed a bit!"

   On the outside, "Well," I looked down, "It's only been 4 years."

   "Yeah." I backed up, "but I changed a lot in the last 4 years."

   "I see that!" She stepped back, twirled.  She was taller now, and.

   "You like it?"

   "What?"

   "My outfit?" She bent her knees, together.  Sideways, I don't know, like
Monroe, or some other pinup.

   "Hah, are you hitting on me?" Again, she's basically had a crush on me
since she was, well, a very young girl.  About the time she grew her teeth
back in.

   "So, what're you working on today?"

   I relaxed, "Well, just troubleshooting at this point, but it sounds like
a valve-job" he already payed for that, and I've got the gasket-kit.

   "Tuner car." She nodded, elbow up on the rear wing spoiler.  "So,
performance job?"

   Shrug, "Just talked to him at the gas station, I gave him some pointers,
but it sounds off." Probably need to redo the exhaust, once I have
everything set to actually tune it.  "Hh, he doesn't actually know much
about cars." Said he was more of a cruiser than driver, anyway.

   "Just dropped it off." Got in his friend's car, and roared off.  She
came around to lean down, under the hood.  So, I stepped back.

   Okay, she said that a lot had changed.  She's not, well she never was
slutty.  Before, but it had been 4 years, and, some things had changed. 
Some girls, her age, they get hormones, and go through this phase.  I'd
seen it before, and even may have taken advantage of it in school, but I'm
not that guy any more.  "Uh, Lane."

   "Lanie." She nodded.

   "Could you pull your top up?"

   "Oh," she looked down, "Sorry." And tugged it up.  Over her bra, thank
goodness she wore one, or no telling what I may have seen when she bumped
up against the quarter panel, and the plunging neck of green fabric pulled
down dangerously low.

   "It's okay," probably ment nothing by it, she's just not used to
covering them up.  Or having them, to cover up, I'm sure.  Some guys take
it the wrong way, as an invitation.  When all it is is missteps learning to
live as a young lady, because she's young.  It just comes off as flirty,
especially after she hung around me all those years with hearts in her
eyes, but it's kind of comforting.

   Familiar, different because I missed her starting puberty, but that just
roots me.  Back here, I'm home, and I need to adapt back to, civilian life.
The way the doctors said it.

   ;

   Lanie (GM Sedu)

   "Can I use your restroom?"

   "You know where it is." He bent over, Kgdt Kgkt!

   I didn't slap his ass, or grab it on my way around, like I wanted to,
but might have brushed it across my tummy, a little.  Slipping past, like
feet behind me to the toolbox, so I didn't have to get that close, but I
hopped up the steps to his house before he said anything, and looked back.

   Kdt Kdt!  He didn't even look up.

   "Hh, snh!" Nope.

   But his house, the smell, and his family was gone.  Moved, couldn't rent
it, and I'm so glad, so he could come back.  To me, his old house empty, so
just the two of us, but it had been years.  It was dusty, different, but
looks like the dust was just swept, or kicked under the kitchen counters.

   It needs a woman's touch.  So, I wanted to go finger off in the
bathroom, but I saw the broom beside the fridge, and I don't know why, but
I just popped off the dustpan, and started sweeping.

   Here, where I can hear him, and see him.  Working hard, the sound of his
wrench handle, like music to my ears.  First weekend back, and just some
side job.  He has money, told me about the other guys in the motorpool,
spending it, and partying, but he saved his.  He's smart like that, thinks
ahead, so he can semi-retire, at 25.  Just do odd jobs like this, to stay
busy, said it's like "Therapy."

   His face, well, he looked so sad, a moment.  Lest I forget, he was away
at war.  Not a warrior, he was a mechanic, probably in a garage instead of
the front line, but something had changed.  Was he wounded?  Does he have
any scars, I don't know about?

   "Oh!"

   "Huh," he wiped his hands.  "You don't have to do that." He pointed at
the broom.

   "Oh, I don't mind." I looked around the floor.  "It's filthy, and do you
really want me to leave it for you to clean up?"

   "No," he chuckled, "That's all right." So, I stuck the bristles under
the counter, and carefully swept the dust, out like a snow-bank.  He didn't
have the AC on with the doors open, but it was cooler in the house.  Then
Baghdad.  I asked, but he doesn't want to talk about it.

   Honestly, I don't care.  What I have to do to be here, with him.  See
him, smell his house, and talk to him.  Make him laugh, and I love his
chuckle.  That's another thing, he doesn't laugh like he used to, as much.
He's acting sad, hurt, and that just makes my heart go out to him even
more.

   No dishes, though.  Good, I like sweeping.  Kind of, I guess it's like
turning a wrench for him.  Something I can do, while I think, and a reason
to be here, with him.  While he works, he works even when he doesn't need
the work, and there's not much I can do to help him.  Down there, in the
garage, except hand him the ⅝" socket.  Put something back in the
toolbox.

   Wipe the sweat off his brow, so he doesn't smudge it with his greasy
fingers, and I can keep it.  The rag to smell him, once it's dried, and I'm
in bed, tonight, thinking about him.  "Him!" I know, it's not realistic. 
He's the best looking guy in town, he could have any woman, and here I am.
A skinny little neighbor girl, not even the only one.  The other girls want
him too, and "Hihihn!" I can just imagine us, all jumping on him, holding
him down, and tearing off his clothes.

   "Hn?" Just bite my lip, finish sweeping up the dust, and dump it before
I got to the bathroom.  His bathroom, the greasy smudges on the sink, and
that Lava soap he uses.  The smell of his shampoo, the shower he uses.

   Naked, dripping, covered in grease so the water just splashes off, and
runs down, without washing it away.

   How does he wash it off, really?  I mean, besides from his hands, I love
watching him wipe his hands, with the tendons pulling, and twisting in his
arms like cables, and his rough greasy finger rubbing the crotch of my
panties in, so hard, and fast, "Hh h h, h.  Huh!" Just hold onto the towel,
ring.  Thing, with the hand towel, next to the sink, and look up to see my
face.

   My beautiful face, I'm pretty.  I heard, but nothing bring it out where
I can see it quite like a fresh orgasm.  Still twitching away in the bottom
of my body, burning red hot, with goosebumps, and gasping for breath.

   This is how I want him to see me.  At my most beautiful, for him.  My
nipples still pushing out the fabric of my green top, and my red chest,
still heaving.  Still glowing with the really very great orgasm I just had
just being here.  Not just thinking about him, but being so close, and
smelling his bathroom, and I hope he notices.  How sexy I am for him.

   ;

   Dale (GM nude...)

   "Huh!" I picked up my shirt, and wiped my hands.

   "Oh," she brought me a tumbler of ice water.  "Here' it's getting pretty
hot."

   "Yeah," she definitely flirting, "Uh," hard.  "Can we talk, Lainey?"

   "Sure," she leaned back against the tool rack, and crossed her legs. 
"What's up?"

   "I don't know how to say this, but.  I'm starting to feel a little
uncomfortable."

   "Huh!" I look away, from her chest.  "I'm sorry."

   "I know, you don't mean anything by it, but.  Could you stop, could you
please stop, flirting with me so, aggressively?"

   "Snh!" She wept, "I'm sorry!  I'm so sorry, but I just can't help, my
feelings for you."

   "Yeah, well they're not appropriate.  You know I could get in serious
trouble, if anyone even thought."

   "Oh, is that the problem?  Because I can be discrete."

   "No!  You're what, 12?"

   "Thirteen!  I'm a teenager now, and it's not fair!"

   "Uh, stop.  Calm down, you're getting hysterical."

   "No I'm not, and stop yelling at me.  I feel bad enough, and."

   "I'm Not YELLING!"

   "Nh!?" She shrank back, and covered herself defensively.

   "Oh, I'm sorry.  Huh, I didn't mean to yell, I'm just not handling
stress very well, lately."

   "Nyhihihn!" She hugged my waist, so I just held her shoulders, and let
her cry it out on my chest.

   "Uh, Lanie?"

   "Mhm?" She just nodded, sideways, against my chest.  Well, not just
that, she let her arms slip down, crying, and now she was pretty obviously
feeling my ass.

   "Could you stop that?"

   I just stepped back, again.  She just kept doing that, all morning. 
Stepping into my personal space, and looking up.  To show me the front of
her top, or the opening, and what's inside.  I felt them, or her bra
against my abs as well, but then.  When she groped me.

   "That definitely makes me uncomfortable."

   She smiled, guiltily.  "Okay." Turned away, but, she wasn't sorry. 
Didn't even say that.  "You're just too sexy, huh.  I couldn't help
myself."

   "Well, I like you, but not like that.  I have to make that perfectly
clear, now I know you've had this crush;" on me.

   "It's not just a crush." She shook her head.  "I love you.  I always
loved you, for as long as I remember, and just a crush would have been over
by now.  I missed you, so much, but I had every chance with boys my age.  I
could have had any one of them I wanted, but I didn't, because I don't love
them.  I love you."

   "Huh!  But it's not appropriate."

   "So?  It's against the law, I know, I've heard.  More than 6 years if
I'm under 15, but I'm not going to stay 13 forever.  So, if I'm not old
enough now, maybe when I'm a little older?"

   "I don't know, it's still, like 12 years, and."

   "So, my mom's 14 years older then my dad, and you never had any trouble
with that before you left, when you're in high school."

   "But I'm not, the high school guy you think you fell in love with. 
Things changed, I've changed, and I know now that what I was doing was
wrong.  It was disrespectful, to myself, and women."

   "And I don't care about that!  Really I don't, as a matter of fact, I
love it.  That about you, you're a womanizer." She shrugged, "I love that,
about you."

   "No, I'm Not!" Stop saying that about me!

   "I know, you've changed."

   "I have." honestly.

   "Then that's good too!  Either way, I'd love it if you saw other women,
and came back to me, or if you're loyal, well I can live with that too."

   "Yeah, but you're ignoring the important part that I Don't love you." I
tried to be polite, "I like you, you're a great kid, and I even like having
you around, but that's it.  Thanks for sweeping up my kitchen, but I'm not
going to have sex with you." And that's final.

   "Oh, hihihihmn!  Who said anything about sex?" She shook her head.  "I'm
a virgin, not a slut.  Huh!  I mean, maybe, some day, when I'm ready, but
I'm 13, and in love.  Huh!  I just really wanted to tell you how I feel, is
all.  But if that makes you uncomfortable.  I'll go."

   "No," I feel like such a bastard.  "Huh!  You don't have to go, I just.
I guess it was all just a big miscommunication.  You're right, I'm just.  I
thought, you're.  No." I shook my head, "I'm sorry."

   "It's okay," she patted my chest, "I forgive you." I sat down, on the
front clip, and the radiator.

   Then, she kissed me.  I didn't know, how to feel about it, much less
think of anything I could do about it, so I just let her.  I didn't stop
her, and she rubbed my chest.  With her hand, sighed through her nose, but
it was just.  Like a chaste kiss.  She didn't open her mouth, or try to
stick her tongue in, she just kissed me.  And felt my chest.

   "Huh!" She nodded, right in my face.  "That wasn't too bad, was it?" I
shook my head.  So, she smiled, and bit her lip.  "Thanks," stood up. 
"That's all I really wanted.  For now."

   ;

   Lanie (G Solo Fant.)

   Okay, so I changed my mind.  I don't want to be seduced, seducing him is
so much more fun.  I get to do something, instead of just lay back, and
enjoy his strong arms, firm chest, his smell, and his love inside me.

   "Huh!" That was the old fantasy.  Not even my fantasy, just the only one
I ever got to see.  That's the hollywood romance, the romance novel
romance, but he's not willing.  I'm too young, so I have to seduce him.

   And this is even better!

   For years!  He wants me older?  Okay, it's going to take a while, so I
can keep working on him for years.  "Oh!" With his greasy, sweaty, stinking
shirt, "Hihihih!" In bed where I can smell it, remember the sweet music of
his wrenches ringing, his arms around me, his chest, hairs brushing my
cheeks, and that magnificent ass in my hands.

   Oh, and good god all mighty!  I love looking at it, but feeling it, is
so much better than I could possibly imagine.  "NHM!" His breath, his bare
ripply belly, and the sound of it in his chest.  His heart, beating, and
his abs pushing in between my hot breasts.

   "MHRNH!" Yes, that's enough, for now.  I have enough to hold me, how
long I'll find out, but for tonight?  Yeah, I have enough of him.  Here, in
my heart.  But next time, tomorrow, or next week?  End, maybe this will
last me a week, but I want his hands on me.  Something held him back, made
him hold back, but I know, he must have wanted to.  I showed him, he saw
I'm not the little girl he left, I'm becoming a woman, but he didn't touch
them.  Really, maybe felt when I bumped him, or brushed his arm with them.
Definitely breathing together, the first time he held me in his arms.

   I got what I wanted of him, for now, but next I want his hands.  All
over me, feeling my chest, and tummy, and "OohHhH!" my legs, "Nhmhihm!" God
my legs feel so sexy now, and my buttocks, just sunk into the bed, and
blankets, but warm, and firm while he feels all over my legs, and body, and
arms, I just wish I can hug myself.  Hold myself like that, and they were
his rough, big strong hairy greasy hands, and not mine.

   But that's enough.  I can feel my pulse, my blood, beating with my
heart, between my legs.  That's a good indicator, right there.  Would that
that always happened, but it feels fantastic, I'm so turned on I'm almost
afraid I'll burst into a gushing orgasm if I touch myself.  But I don't,
"Hmn!" it feels good, though.  "Myeah!" Just my 3 fingertips, rubbing and
scrubbing around in my pubes.

   Does he like pubes?  Or shaved?  I shaved my legs, for him, he didn't
comment, but it's not like I watched him.  Have sex, with all those girls,
or saw them naked.  Just going up to his house, his arm over their
shoulder, keys out to unlock the door, and take them inside.

   "Mhyeah!"

   To me, waiting there, for him to get home.  I have that Housekeeping
dress, with the white collar, sleeves, hem around the bottom.  My sister,
worked at the hotel, before she left for school.  But I bet I fit it, to
keep myself busy.  It really was a dirty house, being left for, 2 years?  I
think it's been 2 years, but dusty, and he doesn't have the time to clean
it up.  What with working, and dating, and coming home with a woman.

   It's not fair, him leaving me there, to clean up after him while he goes
out to romance another woman.  I'm right here, but I'm like a servant to
him.

   "Oh," Definitely ready for the vibe now, "Yeah."

   Where was I?  Oh yeah, the beautiful woman, tall, and thin, in the
expensive dress, her hair up for the opera.  High society, a model.  Older,
but young looking, and tall in her heels.

   "Hh!" But she gets mad.  Slaps him with her purse, and storms out.  He
just stopped, sending me away to be with his floozies.  Even he doesn't
score every time, but I could watch, peeking around the corner, and pulling
up my apron.  My skirts over my pantie hose, and steaming underwear.

   "Hmhhhh!"

   But not tonight.  Now he's left hanging, after all that time, and money
wasted, only for her to insist "I'm not that kind of girl."

   Neither am I.  I love him, just never could find a way to tell him.  He
can see it, he must see it by now, but it's not to be.  He's rich,
powerful, influential, and I'm just a lowly little servant girl.

   But my master needs me.

   ;

   Dale.  (M Solo PTSD NS.)

   "Mh?" Well, at least it's not a nitemare.  Shake it out of my head, I'm
trying, but.

   She's grown up, a lot.  I know, bad fucking example from horrible movies
that tell America all the wrong things about the military, but
Transformers.

   Mickayla, or however she spells it.  That whiney little shrimp, somehow
got a girl like that, surrounded by all these soldiers, and giant
transforming robots.

   Never mind the fact that the soldiers are represented like robots,
mindless machines so bent on following their programming, they just stand
there, firing a handgun into the chest of a giant transforming robot.

   But somehow, the nerdy expert consultant gets to bring his girlfriend in
the field with us, and she's a garage slut.  Okay, when I say slut, or
slutty, it's coming from a reformed slut.  All right?  I slut shame myself,
but it's not shaming to acknowledge when a girl is empowered by sex.  I've
known too many of them, it's not shameful.  For guys, or girls, what did
she call it?  "Womanizing."

   That's not the problem.  Okay, 1 she is 13.  I did the math, yeah she
was about 9 when I left, so 4 years later, you have to realize she was
telling the truth.

   The problem is, she's really really good at playing Garage Girl for me,
and now she's not 9 any more.  That's what makes me uncomfortable, she
doesn't even look that mature, barely what I would call tits.  Yet.

   She waited for me.  4 years, after I got over the First World problems
part of it that pissed me off.  I'm sorry, you have hormones, and they make
you horny.  I can sympathise, but that's Normal, and the boys your age
don't have Kalashnikovs.

   That's the problem, or one of many, she's just, so, Fucking White!  Me
too, but I came to a bit of a realization over there, and didn't sign up
for another tour.  They let me go, apparently not a critical part of their
war machine, but I really started to hate the war machine.  Being forced to
do things I wasn't comfortable with at the time, and while I didn't
literally have a gun to my head, I did them, and I'm not really happy with
myself now.

   Do I really want to jump in the sack with a 13 yo neighbor girl, who's
loyally adored me, started learning auto-mechanics.  Not from me, but just
to pop bye the garage, and surprise me with her knowledge.

   No, honestly, I like her too much, and care about her.  Too much to do
that to her.  I know what I did to girls.  Older than her, well since I was
that age, but damn it, I know what she's going through!  I didn't get the
girl package, but I was with those girls, including her aunt, and
shamefully her mother too.  That's not me any more, and there's no way in
hell I need to get in this generation like that either.  I'm a quarter
century old, and it's time to grow up, which means stop having sex, just
because someone else wants it.  You know, at some point I hated it?  Sex,
for god's sake stop before it's ruined any more for you, Dale.

   Just jerk-off real quick, and get some sleep.

   At least it's not a nitemare.

   ;

   Lanie (GM Sedu)

   "Wh?" He shook his head, unlocking the door.  "What's with the."

   "Uniform?" Nod, grinning, "Well, you need a house cleaned, and my sister
left this.  So, I thought I'd make some money.  If you have any."

   "Yeah, come on in."

   He went back, in his boxer shorts.  I set down the bucket.  A little
loose, but I just belted it on with the apron, and pulled it back, tight to
my shoulders from the sides.

   Not a maid's uniform, like a naughty maid halloween costume. 
Houscleaning uniform, actually covers up a lot of sexy, and is rather
designed as the best thing to clean a house, or rooms in.  "Hhihn!  Got my
work cut out for me."

   Came back out in pants, and a shirt.

   "You're right, I don't want to clean all this up, how much were you
thinking?" Couple hundreds.

   A ring?  "Oh, we'll work that out when I'm done.  I can't even imagine,
how much of a job this is, until then, anyway."

   "You thinking about going into housecleaning?"

   "Idunno," I picked up the bucket, and carried it around to the kitchen.
Just swept, yesterday, more tracked in from the carpet, but I could get it
again real quick.  "Huh!  I never done a whole house before.  At once,
probably my whole house, but I can get a job, next year with a Permit."
Shrug, "I know how to do this." Got the uniform.  "Hm." That ceiling fan
first.  "You got a mop?" I can run right over to get one, but if you shake
that fan too hard, it'll be dust everywhere again.

   "First, I need to lay out a groundrule."

   "Mhm?" He pulled it out of the heater closet.

   "No physical contact." He set it down.  "I'm still a little. 
Traumatized by being touched."

   "PTSD?" I looked it up.

   "A lot of things I don't want to go into, but yeah.  Basically.  Huh, so
I'm going to go to church."

   "Okay," explains the dress pants, and sunday socks he put on.

   So, take the dry mop to the ceiling fan.

   I didn't know, okay?  Can be one of the symptoms, like that autistic boy
at school, gives him a panic attack, or something.  Just didn't know what
that was.

   He didn't say I couldn't love him.

   What do I want out of this job?  "You." Made up my mind, nothing else
will do.  It'll be fun to see how I do it, but, he's not comfortable alone
in the house.  I think, I picked up on that too, but that's why he can't
throw me out, and lets me come back, for hours.

   He needs me.  Or someone, but I'm here, just don't go and fuck it up by
groping, and kissing him.

   "Gulp."

   It might be, quite a while before we can kiss again.

   Okay.  He's worth it.  I waited this long, I really got more out of him
than I should have yesterday, and got a triple last night just remembering
that.  But, "Huh!" I'm so sick of waiting, for him.

   Get out the duster for the floral bells of the lights up there.  White,
flowers.  I don't know what kind of flowers, but cupped like bells around
the light bulbs.

   Pain in the ass to clean, but that's the mystery of what blew all that
dust under the cabinets solved.

   ;

   Dale (MG...)

   Okay, church was a bad idea.  Feeling guilty, a little?  Leading on a
teenager like that, because you're still too weirded out by the empty
house? Okay, there's that breakthrough, having never been truly alone to
myself for days on end since Basic?  Family gone, so it doesn't even feel
like home without them, put off packing away what they left, and really
moving in, I need to get on with my life.

   She's cleaning my house, so I can get right on that when I come back. 
Of course I got a bit depressed lately, but I'm really just a little
nervous, going back, and.

   What?  That's the problem, I don't have a plan, stop by the bank for
some cash, and get rid of her so I can work, but.

   God damn it.  Sorry sir.  That sack of a dress wasn't as bad as that
green top, but, it still looks good on her.  That's the problem, I'm
fucking tempted, all right?  I have a problem, and every excuse sounds like
every excuse you hear from the guy making moves on a 13 year old girl.  She
wanted it, she came onto me, she's seducing me.

   She is, I realize that, but I can't take years of this.  Seriously, it's
just too much, I'm gonna go and do something stupid, and that's.  Okay? 
No, of course it isn't, but I'm struggling here to think of something wrong
with it.

   It's going to take days to do this, and by then.  I'm already seriously
considering it, and yeah jerked off last night thinking about her, and this
morning, thankfully before she showed up, and I got a shower.

   "Look," I shook my head, "I'm flattered, but;"

   Nothing?  Really.

   "Huh!"

   She was just so cute, and now she's not just cute any more.  She'll grow
up, but she and I both know we're not going to wait long enough.

   It's kind of nice being seduced for once, ain't no reason to hurry, but
2 years?  15's not like.  That, "No." it's that bad, still 12 years. 
"Fuck!"

   I do Not need this right now!

   But she's not going away, it'll take days to pack up, and leave her,
heart broken, and.  I can't imagine doing it without her.  Sure, I could
hire someone, else, right in front of her, but she's right across the
street.  Of course, always was, or for over a decade, I just remember when
she wore diapers.  I was a teenager, when she was in diapers, and that's
just not cool.

   And she's waiting at my house.  I have to head back some time, I really
don't want to drive around, and run errands, I really just need to go back,
and face the music.  Something's got to change, and it's going to, but I
don't think for the better.

   I wonder how much of the work she got done?  The kitchen?  Just the
kitchen is a godsend, the best staging area through the garage, and if we
get the living room, that's back and forth from the rooms, and the front
door.

   That's what I really need, her help with that.  Move the furniture, she
can vacuum, and we can hopefully talk.  Better than previous attempts, but
we need to work this out, and not keep putting it off.

   "Oh, honey." She stopped the vacuum.  "You're home."

   "Hahaha," very funny.

   "Sorry if it made you uncomfortable."

   "Okay, here's the deal." She moved the couch.  Heavy couch, hideabed,
and about 8' long.  Antique, and well kept if a bit dusty, but, "Did you
clean it?"

   "Yeah, I beat it out, and used the hose." She finished coiling it
around. "Is it dusty there?"

   "Iraq?"

   "Is that how you say it?"

   "It's how they say it." I nodded, "Huh, well.  Yeah, actually now that
you mention it, getting rid of all the dust-bunnies really help, my state
of mind."

   "Oh yeah, and if there's anything I can do, to make you feel less
uncomfortable.  Besides not touching you."

   "No, that's probably about it, but if something else comes up, I'll let
you know."

   "You want to help me move it back?" I got up.  "You weren't injured, or
anything."

   "No, you're right.  I should probably talk about it for a little.  But,
right there's fine." I stopped it with my leg.  "Huh!  My therapist thinks
it was the blood.  I didn't really see much combat, lost a few friends, and
there were a few wounded, but we didn't hit any roadside bombs." I took off
my jacket, and loosened my tie some more.  "What I got was the aftermath.
They'd pull it back, full of holes, and then we'd have to take off the
modular armor.  Replace it, bend the frame back in place sometimes, and
send them back out."

   "You worked on armor."

   "I worked on vehicles, that drove through the freeway from hell, and a
lot that didn't make it."

   "Some of them were full of blood."

   "Oh, they hosed them out, but they didn't scrub them.  Usually had to
tear a lot out, so there' the corners behind the seats, and we had to scrub
those out too, or have a PFC do it, but I was the PFC once.  Huh!  It's
just a job, a metal box, but I just kept being reminded of all the boys
that got wounded and died in there, patching it up, and sending back out
for the next truck-load of guys..."

   "Yeah, that sounds.  Hopeless?"

   "Never got anything to show for it.  Sure, they eventually got Hussein,
but.  Huh!" All that blood.

   ;

   Lanie (G/M Powerbottom.)

   So, I triggered him.  He didn't cry, but if I can't touch him, I can at
least weaken his mind a little.  Fuck it, he's already got PTSD, so
nobody's even going to be able to tell.

   Let me know when you want to start fucking, because I can make it feel
like hell until you do.

   "My sister." He looked up, snapped out of it.  "You didn't go out with
her, you're fuck-buddies." I shrugged, "She told me all about it."

   "Yeah, sorry about that."

   "Don't be," wave it off, "Why I gave up trying to find another man like
you.  Spoiled me for other guys, it's okay.  I can wait..."

   "To have sex."

   "I don't want your money.  I want you.  Always have.  Sex, okay, I'm
willing, but that's not want I want.  I love you, and I'm not willing to
settle."

   "Fine.  Sure, great, whatever, I'm not gonna stop you.  You want to help
me pack up all this stuff, and move in?"

   "Yeah, ready for anything." For him.

   "You didn't watch us, having sex?"

   "No, you're pretty good at doing that," I admit, "Without anyone seeing,
but also my mom, aunt, and I don't know how many friends."

   "Yeah, and I really need to work on that, I just don't know about with
you."

   I glared,

   "Ahahaha!"

   "Any time you want to make it up to me, let me know when it's my turn."

   "What, with me?"

   "Yeah, you really don't get it, do you?  I was in that house, I was
there the whole time, and all the women in my family knew what a wonderful
lover you can be.  It's been 4 years now, that I've missed you.  So,
whatever you want, I'm ready." How many times do I have to tell him?  I
should be getting better at wording it then worse, the more times I say it.
I would think.

   "So, work on the womanizing part with me.  Have a real relationship with
a woman, and not duck out as soon as it starts turning intimate.  Grow the
fuck up, man!  I have years ahead of me, potentially the best years, or
better and better from here, but please let me spend them with you?"

   "All right, but you also have to understand this neighborhood."

   "I was born here, of course I understand.  I was thinking, and after
this maybe you can teach me auto-mechanics in return."

   "Well, I can use the help around the garage, but." Yeah, "Yeah, that
sounds like a deal."

   I got him.  The thing is, with my sister, my mom, and her sister, we're
all about this age.  I know what he likes, what kind of girls he likes,
better than anyone else.  Maybe even as good as him.  Not too much, before
we grow too much in the chest, my sister shaved for him, but I'm saving it
for later.

   "You hungry?" he had food, I guess bought it, didn't cook.  "I can cook
for you, too."

   "You really have this whole, housewife fantasy going."

   "Not really," shrug, "I just feel that you've been through a lot, and
wonder what you need.  To feel better.  You used to smile, and laugh more."

   He likes the maid uniform, doesn't press me up against the counter,
behind me, and breathing on my neck, then kissing it, and nibbling at my
ears.  "HhHhuh!" "Huh, ha.  I like, the uniform."

   "Really?" I held it out.  "Just the best thing to clean in."

   "It actually suits your figure."

   "Yeah." I know.  "Think so?"

   If he wants to flirt with me fine.  I get it, army mechanic, he has to
do it.  He's just to slow.  Denial, I guess.  He knows what he wants, right
in front of him.  "How old're these cans?" Pull the rag to dab, on a clean
corner, hold it up.

   "No, you're really good at this fantasy playacting thing." He laughed,
"I don't know why you lie about it, but you're too good at it."

   "Hah, yeah." You got me.  "You like it?"

   "The maid thing?" He shook his head, "I like the garage girl better."

   "Oh," poo!  But he gets so dirty out there!  Yeah, it looks great, but
really.  My first time with petroleum grease, grit, and metal shavings in
it?

   Pass.

   "Okay, want to go play with cars?"

   I just turned to the door, had to step down the counter to reach it, but
race you to the garage?

   Yeah.  "SHR!"

   That was fast.  The unspoken agreement was to wait, as long as he could
stand it.  I don't even care at this point, he's kissing me, and holding my
arms, so I back up, get up on the still warm hood, or the metal nose.  In
front of the hood, but it's down.  Motor's not running, but yeah.  I heard.

   My sister gave the best account, you can the keys out, and fire her up,
on the rubber break?

   "Huh!" yeah, knock me up, and make you Mine for 18 years.  I'll take it,
kids, all the mistresses you want, want me to watch?  I can probably find a
bisexual girl, for him.  One he likes, I'm not bisexual, I'm straight.  Out
the front door, across the street, and right into the arms of the best lay
in town.

   Because I got here first.  Don't think I didn't see you ladies lined up
around the block, but he's mine now.  No going back, he grabbed me, and
felt me up, and kissing me like I always wanted, but all I can think about
is how I can use this on him.

   I'm 13, stay with me or go to jail.

   My terms, you can get all the strange you want.

   ;

   Dale (MG Oral)

   "Okay, so you're not getting fucked up, any like this?"

   "Not any more fucked up," she grinned.  Like her sister, when she was
that age.  "Get it out, I want to see it, feel it, taste it." She slid
down, off the front clip, so I backed up.

   "In here?" Never had a problem with it before.

   "I scrubbed your kitchen floor on my knees." She turned, me, by my belt,
and I backed up to the car.  "In here."

   She went down, on her knees, and right on it.  Semi-hard, I'd say, but
she kissed, and sucked in the head, then licked the underside.

   Not her first blowjob.  Like the cosplay, she's just too good at it. 
What I missed over the last 4 years, I can't say, but she didn't spend it
pining away in a tower.  "SLPbB!"

   "Uh!" Slapped up on her nuckles, holding up my shirt, then helping me
pull it off.  "AURGH!" Right in my chest.  Just feeling it, not like
breasts at all.  I've done plenty of that, but petting down, deep with her
fingertips, so I could feel the strands of muscle underneath.

   "Oh," she looked down, and groped my biceps, then "HUH!" When I flexed
them.  "Hehahihn!" Her nails are short, and rough.  As if she bites them,
but I never seen her bite them, though it could be a new habit, but I just
can't believe how she turned out.  Little Elane, I though it was good
enough if she didn't see us, but she heard.  You know, when her sister had
to watch her.

   Booty call, she knew she could call me, and I'd cum running, but.

   "Let me taste you." I felt up to her underwear, and rolled my thumbtips
under the edge.  Had to redo the left side, it rolled back out, so I could
slip them back, and over her nice soft smooth bubble bottom.

   Okay, I can't say I haven't noticed.  I just didn't even think she'd
ever be quite so willing when I got back.  Didn't really think about her,
and;

   "Did you do my sister first, or my mom?"

   "Your aunt, actually."

   "Oh," she thought, "Makes sense." Jealousy, I guess.  What all I know
about the female mind, it ain't that.  "She molested you?" Hey, I thought I
was getting a blowjob, bot an interrogation.  "NHM!" So, I slipped my hand
up her skirt, and caught it on my wrist to hold up.  And touch her.

   "When she was 14." and a lot less developed.

   "Which would make you, what?" She thought.

   "Twelve."

   "She molested you."

   "Yeah." I suppose she did.  "I didn't think about it that way," ever
before, "But yeah.  She molested me."

   "How long?"

   "Once, I don't know, a couple hours?"

   "Well, she wasn't living with us.  Over at my house?"

   "Yeah, I went over there to hang out, and you.  You weren't even born
yet."

   "Is that what's giving you trouble?  Look, I don't care about that, but
did she make you do it with Lena?"

   "Hh, no.  But she chaperoned, the first time."

   "Yeah, me too."

   "Oh."

   "So yeah, you're guilt free, on me.  We're both her victims."

   "Oh." Okay.

   "You have a rubber?"

   "You're really a virgin?"

   "Well, physically.  She got a hymen fetish after you left."

   Took her virginity.

   "Well, she didn't make me, but she.  Encouraged it."

   "Hh, yeah.  Well, then she insisted on teaching them, how to do it,
without breaking it."

   "And molested you."

   "Yeah.  It really wasn't about you, or the other boys, it was about us."

   "It fucked me up, though.  For a while after that, if I hadn't come down
with PTSD, then they never would have found it."

   "Came down with PTSD?"

   "Or however you say it."

   "No, you were traumatized, but my aunt traumatized you first."

   "No she didn't, it was sex."

   "No, it was sex abuse.  She hurt you, as much as cleaning up after
ambushes, you went in with PTSD."

   "Oh."

   "Why you acted out sexually after that."

   "Well, how do you know all about it?"

   "I watched it happen?  Well not the sex, but how they treated you, and
how you reacted.  My aunt as the proper device for breaking the hymen, then
my sister as her call in sex-toy whenever she got horny.  My mom?"

   "Just one.  Huh, you remember when your father left."

   "Threatened divorce?"

   "Yeah." Pretty much just a booty call.  "Sorry."

   "Figures." She thought, "You're right, though.  If not for your battle
fatigue, I never would've seen it as PTSD, neither." So, the VA doctors are
actually good for something.  Once in a while.  "You're a sex addict." She
pulled up her underwear.

   "But we didn't even have sex." She barely sucked my dick.

   "Exactly.  You're right, it's inappropriate.  Huh!  I'm sorry."

   "What, why?" I almost finished with my belt, but stopped at the bottom
of the steps.

   "I didn't know, but I don't just want to be your fix."

   ;

   Laney (G/M MC)

   Guilt, he's really sensitive to guilt.

   Make me wait, okay, now you can wait with a throbber of a fuckstick, and
OMG.  Okay, yeah.  It's even a little scary.  Cold feet, but there's
imagining, then there's holding it in my hands, and trying to get a
significant ammount in my mouth.

   I heard, he's gifted.  Well endowed, no reason to think that looking at
him, but large.  It might even hurt.  I can't be sure it's the kind I'll
like because I never had anything inside me before.

   No, this is the right way to do it, but it's not going anywhere, and
there's a lot more we can do while I save it.

   "You're right, I shouldn't have."

   Honestly took him long enough, I'm amazed how long he could control
himself, but from the moment he grabbed me I knew he was Mine.

   "Oh, I didn't mind that, but I want your Heart.  And you need to stop
breaking them with your love it and leaveitism."

   "Oh, is that your professional opinion, doctor?"

   "Hihihn!  Yeah.  Not the offical name for it, just something I've been
kicking around, but you need to settle down, and learn to love someone
other than yourself."

   "You're calling me a narcissist, you histrionic borderline psychopath?"

   Okay, "Uh?" Actually pretty good!  "Can you love?  That's the question
you should be asking yourself."

   "You don't love me."

   "No, I shouldn't, on so many levels you haven't come close to scratching
the surface of, but I don't have to understand it.  You can't feel this,
but I can.  I just want to know if you're capable of it."

   "But;"

   ...

   "Yes?"

   "You're 13."

   "Trained by one of the worst, honey.  You think you know her, because
she molested you once, and talked you into deflowering my sister, but I
grew up with her.  You know, actually you should know this, before any
further physical contact.  I know you, I have a PHD from devoting my life,
or the vast majority of my life, to understanding you.  And I still love
you."

   "Oh." Give him a minute, but this whole time I've been pacing, and
gravitating over to the hall.  To the bedrooms, and bathroom, I've been
here before, for years, but it's changed.  To his bedroom, now the master
bedroom, with it's own door to the bathroom.

   "Nh!" I barely got my panties down.

   I like this cat, and mouse.

   "Nhihihm!" I got another pounce out of him!  Turned around, and just
flopped on the bed, but he took off my shoes, and slipped my feet out of my
underwear.  "Smell them."

   "Snh!"

   "Smell how sexy I am for you?"

   "Yeah," he dropped them, and got down between my legs, so I spread them,
and let the hem slip up.  Glad I didn't do the pantie hose, stockings, or
leggings.  Except in the garage, hardwood is not concrete, it was filthy,
but I got turned on, he got turned on, now it's time for the bed.

   "Hah!" And I heard.  He knows how to eat out a girl, he loves it, and
he's very very good at it.  I'll ask him later about his secrets, but very
thorough, and very extremely pleasurable.  I was practically already
getting off on all this.

   Romance?  I don't know, the games.  The chase, the verbal sparring, and
subtle insults, everything I had to do to get his face between my thighs,
and my skirt up.  To trap his head and there, and pull it tight.  With my
hands on my legs.

   "Hrdr."

   "MLH!" He nodded.

   Good boy, I cradled his head, thro the skirt, and put my legs up.  On
his back.

   "NGH!" Make it hurt.  Fuck your face.  Your damned handsome grinning
sexy face.  "Yeah!"

   "Uh!" He pushed me off, and panted.  "That's a little too rough."

   "Then get it out where I can suck it.  Here." Pulled his belt, "Lay
down."

   This damned thing, pull the strings on the cocktail apron first,
"Hihim!" Then the front of it off, so it hangs loose, but there it is.

   "Huh!"

   Pounce.

   "MLWMH!" Old spit, but that wrinses right off, and I have to go deeper
to taste his sweat again.  "QRWKG!" ...  "KUh!" Let it roll down my tongue,
and hold it down, to "LAHhlhah!" Lick his balls, and up through the salty
curls to the bare shaft, and skin wrinkling to bunch up into the cleft in
the end.  "Hhah," Panting, and gasping a breath in over the salty, musky
sweaty dick flavor so I can smell it.  And maybe a little drool dropped on
his pubes.  "Mhrhrhrh!" Nice thich rough patch of pubes to scrub with my
knuckles with a couple pumps, and sucking it in again.

   Oh, fuck yeah.  Oral sex, like the best sex, so far.  "Huh!" Just all
that cock where I can feel it, and suck it, and taste it.  When I can get
it in the other end, but god, am I dripping?  "HuhUhUhUHN!" My fingers
slip, and slide through it fast, and wet enough, sure there's some spit in
there, but, "Snh!" God I'm stinking.  So, wipe it on his lip, and get up
where I can get them together.  Eventually.

   "Huh!  You don't have to.  Hlp?" A little drool there, "Do anything."

   I'll fuck you.

   ;

   Dale (MG Trig FB ffB Mole)

   Breakthrough: I didn't want to feel like a child molestor, but.  I'm
like a child molestor, but my age range is more like 12-14, just a little
older than a girl.  And the girls in that family, well if I have a type.
That whole family.  She doesn't look like her aunt, but now she reminds
me of her.  Not the way she looks, the way she acts.  She didn't make me
feel like a kid again, but reminded me how it felt.  When I was a kid, and

they molested me.

   They didn't make me, or ask me to do her sister.  I just did, when the
time came.  It's her turn, but I don't really care for the thought that I'm
programmed like that.  So, I didn't until the second time she turned her
back, and this time she led me to the bedroom, but.

   I didn't even decide to, there was no choice on my part to grab her,
kiss her, make love to her.

   "Yeah." I felt up her sides, "I love you too."

   Huh, I just didn't think.  They raped me, because you don't think about
teenage girls raping prepubescent boys, but.  "Snh."

   "Why are you crying?"

   "I don't know, it's just so beautiful." She made me.  A sex slave, it's
not even me any more, I am the cock.  It just takes over, and these. 
Women, can't even call her a girl any more, it's not about a peice of
flesh.

   "You don't have to do anything."

   I just had it, holding over me, for all these years.  What I did to
Lena. "She raped me." Too, just like her aunt taught her, I don't know if
she made her, but she got off on it.  Too, she made me a womanizer, but she
raped me, repeatedly to do it.  She took my innocence, and all of a sudden
I feel violated, but now it's such a relief.

   Almost a nice, familiar feeling, I expected from coming home.  Home
isn't a place, this house is just a building.  It's the people, who weren't
here, and I try to avoid them right out front, but that constant stress. 
Her mother isn't too bad, that was just.  Like sex, for hire, OMG she made
me a whore!?

   "Uh!" The fuck?  "Huhn!" She played with it, on my abs, and caught it in
her fingers, while it was still shooting out.

   "HhHhH!" I shuddered.  "I'm your's." I looked up, and she looked up.  In
her eyes, her smile, so much more like her mothers', for how much she's
really like her aunt.  "Do whatever you want to me."

   This.  This is better than love.  Is that what all that housework was
for?

   I never thought, that this is what I missed.  Sex, I didn't miss that.
Every other month, I got chances, and took them.

   This is more than sex, she's so devoted to me, and loyal, and she says
she understands me.

   Right, I scoffed, but.  The vast majority of her life.  Devoted to me.
I'm more than flattered.

   I can just hope to be as devoted to her.

   Maybe that's what it's all about?  Is that why I never learned to love?

   ;

   Lanie (G Brag)

   "You didn't get off?"

   "Oh," I giggled, "Yeah I did.  Huh!  I need a shower." He sat up,
nodded, then shook his head, to clear it.  "You okay, alone?"

   "Yeah, uh." He just looked at his belly.  "Huh!"

   "Here, let my clean that up first."

   "I think, I need to think about it, a while."

   "Mhm?  Slhp!" That's most of it, "Mhn!"

   Cum, but this is like.  Triumph!  "Huh!"

   "I'll be right out." So, I lay back on the bed, and swirled my
fingertips around in my dripping croth.  "Huh!" Yeah, probably me too.

   That was epic!  What a mindfuck, I mean I know most of it, but.  "Huh!"
I just used it, to fuck his mine.

   She raped him.  He says, like he just realized that, but.  Wow, okay, I
used it, but.  "She really raped you?" Seriously?

   "They both did." He slouched behind the shower curtain.  "Lena, too."

   "How?" I guss I can play with myself in the bathroom, but now there's
steam floating up in the top, and he's in the water, running it over his
hair.

   "Huh, it wasn't violent, that's why I didn't realize.  "Ngh!  God, I
raped them too.  All those girls, those poor poor girls.  Uhuhuhnhn!"

   Like a man, but fuck it.  Better than sex, even better than those 3
little words: You were right, love, yeah I love this.  But now, I have to
admit, at least to myself I'm torturing him.  Not because he deserves it, I
can sympathise, but because I can, and I really like it.

   Psychopath?  Maybe, but not borderline anything.  More powerful than
romance, sex is just my best weapon, but she raped him.  They did, "How?"
Again.

   "I lied to them.  Huh!  I talked about love, said anything to get in
their pants, and broke their hearts." So, I said that enough times.  That
seed blossomed, into a rose bush.  Probably, pretty but thorny, cold use a
little trim, "You didn't know what you're doing."

   "Yeah, but I raped them!" He sobbed, and my heart sang.  Twist it back,
so the ratchet catches, and give it another twist.

   "Because they raped you.  You done in there?"

   "Yeah, sorry."

   "Good, because I'm feeling a little dirty." He wouldn't look up at me,
see my grin.  But I have him.  The guilt finally set in, now he feels like
a monster, so he'll do anything.  Anything I want, I need to think about
what's next.

   And finger myself off real quick, while I'm in here.

   SPAT "NH,hnhHnHN HN HN!  HUhhhhhhh!" Lean up in the corner.  "Huh!  Huh!
Huh!" Maybe it just cums so quick, and easy because I'm excited, but on top
of just destroying and enslaving him, making My man, it's incredible. 
"Hah, han, nh!" Swallow, and wash down the cum tang still in my mouth.

   I don't care, and I know maybe half of where he's been.  Not sluts, he
doesn't have to scrap the slut bucket, given half the cance he can talk
himself into just about any woman, or at least wear down her resistance
until she's forced to consent.

   That rape.  That I just did to him.

   There it is again, that beter than sex feeling, this.  "God!" must feel
like this.  "Huh!"

   "Huh?" He's gone, ran away, maybe back to the garage, but took his
britches with him.

   "Hm, sh?  SnhHHHH!" No piss stains, hershey squirts, or fart oder.  Just
his manyl sex sweat, still fairly fresh.  And my panties, "Snhhhh!" Then
both together, rubbed hard to heat up with friction, and "Hihihn!" Blend
the smells together.  "SNHHHH!  Yeah." We smell wonderful together.

   ;

   {Continuity Note: The unnamed Aunt?  Her namesake, from \Parent
Directory/Ages/Analysisters.  Same name, so just "Your aunt" to avoid
confusion.}