Author: Sterling
Title: Locked up Naked With a Five-Year-Old
Summary: Brett awakens from a drugged sleep to find himself
locked up in the smallest of efficiency apartments with a
five-year-old girl -- both of them naked. He's a pedophile, he
wants very much to do the right thing, but he is also only human.
A man cannot be alone and naked with a person he is strongly
attracted to without his erection giving him away.
Keywords: Mg, Mg(5), pedo, loli, 1st, oral, mastrb, slow

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 7/28/2022.

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Locked up Naked With a Five-Year-Old

Brett dreamt, and then a few dreams seemed quite real... he was
in an unfamiliar room... back to sleep... there was a girl
looking at him... back to sleep. He was on his back, on a bed. He
groaned and turned a bit.

He saw some small limbs move from near him to farther away, and
then he saw the limbs compose themselves into a girl, sitting
next to the wall with legs crossed, eyeing him warily. She had no
clothes on that the could see.

"Ummm, hello..." he said. He tried to sit up but collapsed back
again. "What's going on?"

"I dunno," mumbled the girl. "I was in bed at home and then I
woke up here."

"Oh," said Brett. "Me too. And it's hard waking up."

"It was hard for me too." Long pause. "Then after I woke up I
tried the door. It's locked. You just kept sleeping and
sleeping."

Brett could tell he was naked too, and what looked like a
washcloth was in front of his private parts, on the sheet. When
he sat up, he could see that the girl was also naked, but she had
put a washcloth over her private parts. She guessed the one on
the bed was one she had tried to put over his, but it hadn't
stayed. But more importantly, he saw fear in the girl's eyes. And
why wouldn't she be afraid?

"OK, I'm trying to think of this from your point of view. You
woke up naked in a strange room with a strange man. I don't know
why I'm here either, but I can tell you I'll never hurt you. I'll
never touch you, and I'll never make you do anything, and I'll do
my very best to make sure you're safe until we find a way out of
here."

She just eyed him suspiciously.

"I know there's no reason for you to believe me, but all I can
say is I have no idea what's going on either. I certainly would
never choose to be alone naked with a girl, locked up in some
weird room. But I've got to get up to see what the heck is going
on, OK?"

The girl nodded.

Brett looked around. It was a queen-size platform bed, pushed
into the corner. Just the bottom sheet -- no coverings or
pillows. Taped to one of the walls was a sheet of paper with the
message, "You have been chosen for a social experiment. Be
prepared to live in this little room for many days or perhaps
weeks. Best wishes!" Brett groaned. "Did you see this?" he asked.
"Oh, right, a girl your age can't read." He read it to her.

Between the other two sides of the bed and the wall were just a
couple feet of bare floor. But through an opening on one side was
a tiny bathroom. There was a toilet, a sink, and a shower stall.
There was also a cabinet door, and inside it there were piles and
piles of clean white washcloths, and a hairbrush. Why washcloths?
They were obviously supposed to be naked, and full-size towels
could function as clothes.

Through the opening on the other side was what looked like a
small kitchen. Plastic glasses, with spoons, forks and knives. A
refrigerator with a few gallon jugs of milk and a few of what
looked like orange juice. A tiny sink with faucets for cold and
hot water. A microwave. And a huge freezer, stocked with a
variety of frozen dinners and breakfasts. There was no place to
sit.

He tried the door, to no avail. He shouted, and no one answered.
There were no windows. Up in the corners between ceiling and
walls were clear plastic coverings, and inside each was what
looked like a camera.

On one of the other solid walls was a TV screen, and next to it
some buttons set into the wall. Brett played with them, and the
gist was expressed in the start-up screen -- there were 30 videos
of roughly 10 minutes each, including classical music, nature
shows, and a few athletic events like grown-ups racing around a
track. Next to the buttons was a thermostat that ranged between
70 and 80. There was a dimmer switch that controlled all the
lights in all three rooms.

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His tour completed, he sat down on the other side of the mattress
from the girl.

"What's your name?"

"Katy," she said.

"How old are you?"

"Five," she answered.

He explained that he was 28 years old, lived alone, and did stuff
online for money. In answer to further questions, he found out
that she never had a daddy, her mommy got too sick to take care
of her, and she had moved in with an aunt she had never met
before. She had been with the aunt for a month, and she never
took her out anywhere. She thought the aunt was mean and cold. In
answer to what kind of sickness her mommy had, she gave the
impression that it had to do with drugs, and her mommy had yelled
at her and hit her sometimes, and other times she couldn't wake
her up.

"I promise to never yell at you or hit you," said Brett. "Do you
want a hug?"

Katy shook her head, and he saw her eyes briefly look down at his
penis.

"Well, any time you want a hug, feel free... Have you ever seen a
naked man before?"

Katy shook her head.

"Who have you seen naked?"

"My mommy, and a couple little girls and boys at this place my
mommy brought me too sometimes. Just now and then a little."

"Yeah, so you know that people keep their clothes on almost all
the time, right?"

Katy nodded.

"But we don't have any clothes... You're doing the best you can
with that washcloth, but for me it's hopeless."

That got a flicker of a smile out of her.

"I know what little girls look like, and I know you'd wear
clothes if you could, but you don't need to bother with the wash
cloth if you don't want," he said. "Since it doesn't really work
anyway."

Another flicker of a smile.

He explained about the kitchen and how it looked like they had
everything they really needed to live there for days or weeks.

After an awkward pause, Katy got up and turned on the TV and sat
on the edge of the bed while she watched. She wasn't cowering in
the corner, so he figured he'd won a little trust anyway.

Brett sat against the other wall, and had his first chance to
look at Katy.

She had shoulder-length blond hair, and blue eyes, and a very
pretty face. Her body looked healthy, and average-looking for a
girl of five. Which was wonderful. Very wonderful. She had
dispensed with the washcloth, and while he couldn't see her slit,
he could definitely see that there was no penis or testicles
there, like a little boy would have. He felt his penis start
swelling, so he quickly excused himself and sat on the toilet,
hiding the half-erect organ from her view.

He had an idea why he had been chosen for this experiment. He was
a pedophile, and 5-year-old girls were to his eye the most
beautiful and sexy creatures on earth. No one was supposed to
know he was a pedophile. He thought he was anonymous online, but
apparently not anonymous enough. How on earth was he going to
deal with this attraction? There was absolutely no way he could
hide his erections. He decided to try to tell her about his body
openly, to just make it seem natural and like it had nothing to
do with her.

He saw from the toilet that she had lain down flat on the bed on
her back, evidently tiring of the TV. Brett's erection had
subsided, so he stepped up on the mattress and reached over to
turn off the TV.

"Katy, if you're never seen a grown man between the legs, I
figured I'd explain it to you so you don't get surprised. Maybe
you can guess how a man pees if you saw little boys, but in any
case I'll show you."

She got up and stood outside the bathroom door. Brett raised the
seat and stood, then peed into the toilet.

"That's really funny," she said with an open smile.

He wiped his penis tip with a sheet of toilet paper, though of
course he wouldn't usually. Then he flushed, put the seat down
and sat. "Most of the time, I'll just pee like you do, pretty
much. Come look... See, my penis just points down and the pee
just goes into the toilet that way."

Now the tricky part. He stood up. "There's one other thing about
a man's penis. It changes in size. Sometimes it gets big and
long." Looking at little naked Katy standing right in front of
him, he had no trouble demonstrating that part. He would have had
trouble not demonstrating it -- and that was why he was doing
this at all. It rapidly filled with blood and got stiff, standing
straight out from his body. As far as he knew, it was a pretty
average penis, circumcised. "So you probably think that's weird,
but it's just something that happens sometimes, and it's nothing
to worry about. Nothing to do with you." Did he need to add that
last part... that last bald-faced lie? "Weird, huh?"

Kay nodded emphatically. "Can I touch it?"

Holy shit... Well, if it was nothing to do with her... "Sure!"

She ran her finger along it this way and that, then took hold of
it and pointed it in all different directions.

"Huh. Soft and smooth, even when it's hard like that."

"That's right, yeah..."

"You know how a little girl works?" she said with a twinkle in
her eye. "Let me show you." She sat on the toilet, with legs
spread wider than needed, pointed her finger, and then said, "It
comes out here, see?" She let go with a trickle of pee.

Brett's cock twitched, though she didn't seem to notice.

"And I always wipe myself, see?" She took two squares of paper,
folded them over, and gave a quick wipe and let it drop into the
toilet. She got up and flushed.

"There! Thank you!" said Brett. "And we poop just the same. So
we've got that all set? Maybe that will make it easier to be
naked around each other since we know what the private stuff is
for. Right?"

"Right!" said Katy. "I'm hungry... What time is it anyway?"

"Uhh, I have no idea. I wonder if it's displayed anywhere." He
looked everywhere he could think of, focusing on the microwave
and then especially on the TV system.

Katy chose a spaghetti and meatballs dinner, and Brett a steak
and potatoes one, and after Brett had heated them in the
microwave, they ate. Katy said she was full when nearly half the
dinner was still left, so Brett ate the rest of it. A dinner and
a half was about right for him.

Brett experimented with the shower, and found a dispenser built
into the wall that contained some kind of soap. Brett was
relieved, as he thought of how oily and smelly he would get
without anything of that kind. He took a shower and washed his
hair, then stepped out and thought about drying. The rooms were
warm enough that he could just let the water evaporate from his
skin without getting chilled. He used one of the dry wash cloths
to dry his head a little (he wore his hair quite short), and his
underarms and pubic hair. Katy didn't ask to shower and he saw no
reason to make her.

"So, there's no bed time, right?" said Katy with glee.

"I guess that's right, no bed time... No need to go to sleep at
all! You want to stay up forever?"

Katy said, "No, silly. Everyone's got to sleep some time."

"I guess you're right."

They conversed a bit, telling each other about their lives. But
soon the conversation stopped and Katy started yawning. It had
been an exhausting day -- or few hours, or however long it had
been since he had woken up. Brett turned the lights down.

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Katy was lying on her back against the wall under the TV screen.
He had decided to sleep on the other side of the bed from her,
which was across the little aisle from the bathroom.

Her eyes were closed, so he figured he could take a good long
look without her thinking he was staring at her. That nose! The
blond hair lying this way and that under her. And below, those
luscious little girl lips set in that plump little bulge that
girls have. Her left knee was out to the side, so he had an
especially clear view. It was so wonderful. His cock got stiff
quickly... But he had framed it as natural. Still, he sighed, and
lay down facing the edge of the bed.

He woke to the feeling of something touching his back. He was
momentarily surprised, but remembered where he was in time not to
jump. He felt hands on his back, and maybe knees. Perhaps she was
looking for human contact, so he turned onto his back. But as
soon as he moved she pulled away quickly.

"Hello, Katy," he said softly. "You're welcome to snuggle against
my side if you want... totally up to you... give it a try if you
want, or not. Or go back to your side of the bed any time."

She didn't say anything, and Brett lay on his back with eyes
closed. But soon he felt her adjust herself this way and that
until she was hugging his right side.

Oh, that was nice! To feel the touch of another human being! But
also the touch of a female. A girl. A young girl. His cock
quickly grew erect, and he groaned inwardly. But he had told her
to ignore it. He wasn't even sure she noticed. And as she
snuggled against his side, he told himself he could ignore it
too. He was the adult here. He thought maybe he was about to
drift off to sleep when she wriggled a little, and then his
softening cock got hard again.

Maybe he could just jerk off while she was asleep, and when he
was done be just a good adult in a parental role to a child in
need of comfort. But where could he go? The shower was about the
only place where she couldn't see. So he extricated himself from
her embrace and went to the shower. He adjusted the temperature,
got in, and while facing the wall he rubbed his cock. It had lost
a bit of its hardness after he left Katy's presence, but with a
few strokes it returned to its former stiffness, and with a dozen
strokes he reached climax. His penis twitched as it shot globs of
sperm against the shower wall, and he felt the relief he had been
craving. He carefully washed his stuff off the wall, and figured
he had been in long enough to justify a "quick shower", then
stepped out. Now his problem was that he was wet. He figured in
general they could just air dry, but he didn't want to lie down
wet on the bed, or next to a girl who wasn't expecting that. How
many of those little wash cloths would it take to get dry? There
was a chute that was helpfully labeled "Used Washcloths". He
compromised by brushing the water off as best he could with his
hands, and he was pretty much dry after a mere 4 washcloths. What
would happen when they ran out?

When he returned to bed, he didn't want to disturb the sleeping
Katy, nor did he want to give the impression he was trying to get
away from her. She had turned onto her back, near the edge where
he had been. So he lay down in the middle of the bed, facing
towards her.

If she had been asleep, she soon woke. "Why did you take a shower
in the middle of the night?" she asked.

Could he claim the night was over and that was his morning
shower? He doubted her psychological clock could be fooled that
much. "Oh, just felt like it," he said lamely.

Katy crawled over the foot or so and snuggled against his left
side. This time she lifted her left leg and rested it on him, for
a more snuggly snuggle. But that put her knee right above his
penis, with her upper calf on top of it. If it had remained
floppy and insignificant, this would not have been any problem.
Right after sexual release, his penis would behave, surely? But
it had other ideas. As it began to grow, he gently pushed her leg
off of him. After a moment she looked up and said, "It got hard
again."

"Yeah, like I said, it gets hard sometimes. And sometimes it gets
in the way. Sorry..."

Without her leg on top of it, surely it would subside. But he was
still very much aware of this sexy girl against his side, and
whatever part of him controlled his erections was aware of it
too.

"Say, Katy?" he said, and she looked at him. "How about enough
snuggling for one night. I promise we can do it again tomorrow,
but now I'm real tired and sleep better when you're not touching
me like that."

"OK," she said.

He turned away from her towards the TV wall and put a foot
between them. Slowly, his cock subsided and he finally went to
sleep.

When he woke he had no idea what time it was really, but it was
no surprise that Katy was still asleep. Kids need more sleep than
adults. But what to do? Trying to find a TV clip would likely
wake her up. So he just lay on his back quietly, hands behind his
head. He thought more deeply about their predicament. He could
try the door again, but he could tell by knocking on it earlier
that it was solid wood, unlike in most ordinary houses where it
would be hollow. He and Katy could scream, but he sensed the
folks who had put them there would have allowed for that.

They had forced a pedophile to live naked with a 5-year-old girl,
in close quarters and without privacy. And he glanced around the
ceiling to see the camera in each corner. They were recording it.

Just then he heard and then saw Katy moving towards him quickly
and snuggling against his left side. "You're awake now, so it
can't keep you awake, right?" she said with a smile. The trust
made his heart melt, and he couldn't object. His penis started
filling with blood, right on cue.

After a minute, Katy raised her head and sure enough saw his cock
fully erect, resting mostly on his stomach. "It's me that makes
it hard, right? You said it just happens sometimes but it's not
just sometimes. It's whenever I'm around, like touching you."

"Well, it does seem to happen that way sometimes, doesn't it?"

"Yeah." Katy raised herself onto one elbow and reached over to
fondle it a bit. "It sure is a cool thing to have."

"Glad you like it," said Brett. In this position, her blond hair
draped over him, and when he stole a glance he saw those gorgeous
eyelashes above her big blue eyes, the perfect smooth skin, and
then the rest of her body trailing away. Naked, with her girl
slit showing.

"OK, time for breakfast!" he said. They ate some frozen waffles.
Then they watched the entirely of the TV contents. There were
lots of boring moments, and at those times Katy often just looked
around, but there was nothing else to look at either.

When she had been gone a minute he glanced around and saw she had
taken a dozen frozen dinners out of the freezer and balanced them
on the sink and the little counter next to it.

"What you doing, Katy?"

"Oh, I just wanted to see what there is."

"Well, OK, but don't leave them out too long or they'll start
thawing."

"I know, I know! I'm not a dummy!"

No, thought Brett. You're just the sexiest thing on the planet,
I'm stuck in this little mini-apartment with you, and I can't
hide my arousal. She had already found his idea of getting in the
shower suspicious. But... as long as she was in the middle of a
task, and knew she had to put all the dinners back in the
freezer, he'd have a chance... The bathroom sink was out of
sight of the kitchen, so he got up off the bed and slipped
quietly into the bathroom. His last view was of her loose blond
hair and her little backside. It topped off his arousal as he
went to the sink and started wanking. She was so sexy, he was so
horny... but despite that he had come just a few hours before, so
release was not instant... He closed his eyes... Almost,
almost.... There! He opened his eyes and to his horror Katy was
standing right there, and couldn't miss his hand still sliding up
and down on his cock, and semen on the mirror and on his hand and
dripping down into the sink.

He groaned. "You weren't supposed to see that," he said.

She left, and he could hear the freezer door open, and he figured
she had stopped in the middle of her task to satisfy her
curiosity, the little imp, and was now finishing up.

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The freezer was re-packed, and Brett was all cleaned up. Katy sat
with her back against the wall where the TV was, the kitchen to
her right. Her arms were crossed. He sat opposite her, his back
to the bathroom, legs crossed.

"You probably found that confusing, what you saw. You want to
know more?"

Katy nodded, frowning.

"What did you see?"

Katy gave a good description, adding the fact that Brett's face
looked very happy before he opened his eyes.

How to work his way out of this one? The truth would cover most
of it better than any lie he could think of.

"Yeah, there's lots of things most 5-year-olds are never told. So
I'm only telling you because we're stuck here together and you
saw what you saw, OK? Do you know how babies are made?"

She did not. He explained how it worked, and she listened
attentively. She said he must be kidding about the man sticking
his penis into the woman, but his earnest answers apparently
convinced her it was no joke. He was careful to emphasize that
only grown women or very big girls -- ones who wore bras, for
instance, could have babies. So men never stuck their penises
into smaller girls.

"So if my penis had been inside a grown woman and that sticky
stuff came out, that's what could start her baby. But the truth
is, people love doing the thing that starts babies. Especially
men. They love how it feels, and they do it with women even when
they're not actually trying to start a baby. Men pretend alone
even when there's no woman right there to stick it into. And when
they are around women a lot, they think about it more. And" --
the big lie -- "they feel that way when they're around little
girls too. And when they're naked the feeling gets even stronger.
But in the normal world, everyone's wearing clothes, and if men
feel like pretending they can shut the God-damned door and have
some privacy. So little girls don't have to know about this stuff
until they're a lot older."

Katy looked thoughtful a moment. "So when you took your shower,
it wasn't actually to get clean, it was to do that pretend thing
with your penis so I wouldn't know?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Katy looked like she had a lot to think about. She curled up in
the fetal position facing the wall under the TV screen.

Brett said, "Any time you want to talk or just snuggle, I'm
willing. I'm really sorry you have to deal with this stuff. I do
care about you a lot and want to do my best for you as long as
we're here, even if my penis does its thing to make it more
complicated."

Katy said nothing. Brett thought about looking for a TV show, but
he realized he'd have to reach over her to find it. So he just
sat on the bed, back against the wall, on the side near the
bathroom door.

After a while she said, "I'm hungry," and got up. Lunch time? Who
could tell? If she was hungry, might as well eat.

"Mind if I join you?" he said.

"I still want to be alone," she said. "OK," he said. She knew how
to heat up the microwave meal, and she sat on the bed facing away
from him as she ate. He found and heated his own meal and took it
back to the other corner of the bed.

With the containers disposed of and the silverware washed, there
was nothing left to do that needed doing. So they did their best
to stay out of each other's way in the tiny living space they
shared. Brett just lay near the edge of the bed and rested.

"Can we lie down and hug?" she said at last, crawling across the
bed towards him.

"Sure, Katy," he said softly.

He shifted around to lie on his right side with his back by the
non-TV wall, she lay on her left side, and they hugged full on,
face to face. For some reason, Brett's penis did not get hard
right away. He was starting to celebrate, but in a minute it
pulsed strongly to life.

Katy pulled back and look at the stiff thing, kind of pointing
right at her.

"So my 'vagina' is too small so it wouldn't fit?"

"Oh, way too small. But that's not the main thing. You shouldn't
be doing any stuff like this. Most 5-year-old girls don't even
know a thing about it."

She paused. "You're nice and I like you, and I like to hug and
snuggle, but whenever I do your penis gets hard and you think
about making babies."

Brett started to protest, but she had unfortunately gotten things
pretty much right.

He sighed. "Let me go take care of it in the bathroom. I'll be
right back." Resting his butt against the sink, facing away from
her, he jacked off. It didn't take long, and he caught the semen
in some toilet paper he had taken in advance.

"There!" he said, and resumed his position in the snuggle. His
penis did not get hard. They enjoyed a snuggle without sexual
overtones. It stayed soft for a full half hour, until Katy got
up.

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They talked. They rested alone. They tried watching a clip or two
of the TV shows. But mostly they were stuck alone together, and
it was frightening, and snuggling with Brett was apparently what
made Katy feel most comfortable.

He lay on his back and she snuggled against his side. But his
cock started filling as soon as they hugged. Katy noticed, and he
said, "Oh, it's just a reflex. Just ignore it." But despite his
efforts to ignore it, he couldn't help shifting his pelvis this
way and that. And then he realized he was stroking Katy's back
with his hand while her head rested on that shoulder. She
noticed. That was just a protective, affectionate gesture, right?

She looked at him and he looked back. "OK, let me go take care of
it," he said, rising.

"Why not stay here? You feel really happy, right? I remember from
that time I caught you at the sink. I'd like to see you feel
happy."

"Well... OK." He went into the bathroom and got a handful of the
washcloths to keep where the bed met the wall. He figured they
could afford one washcloth to clean up each mess that would come
with his release.

He lay down and Katy snuggled against him as before, but soon
raised her head on an elbow to get a better look. He started
wanking, and Katy looked back and forth between the action below,
with hand wanking penis, and his face. He smiled at Katy and
glanced down at her body, now featuring a lovely little girl hip
with leg trailing away below. He kept his eyes open when he came,
gasping his pleasure.

"You did feel really good.. I could tell!" said Katy as he
cleaned up the mess.

He slept then, for a while. When he woke his penis was soft, but
merely paying attention to the girl snuggled against his side
sleeping made it harden rapidly.

She woke and before opening her eyes checked with her hand the
state of his penis. "He really, really likes make-believe, huh?"
she said, looking at Brett with a good-natured smile.

"We can ignore it. It's just a reflex. It should go away soon."

Katy drowsed against his shoulder again, but her exploring hand
discovered that it had not gone away.

"Why not take care of it and then you can relax?" said Katy. "It
doesn't take long."

This time she just stayed snuggled against his side as he wanked.
When he gasped and started relaxing, Katy said, "That felt really
good, right?"

"Right," he said.

"I like it when you feel good. And I'm what makes you want to
feel good. I like that."

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A day later -- as best they could judge time -- she could
evidently feel him start wanking, and she sat up. "Can I do the
rubbing part?"

"Oh, you don't need to do that. Most 5-year-olds never would.
It's bad enough you even know about all of this..."

"But if I make you feel like doing it, why shouldn't I help too?
I bet you'd like it a lot," she said with a grin.

"Yeah, I've got to admit, it would feel really special if you
were the one doing it."

"OK," said Katy. "So I pretend my fingers are a woman's
vagina..."

She grasped his penis. She had it right in theory, but the
details matter a lot, so he adjusted her hand position and she
wanked up and down.

Brett's eyes turned to her lovely face, her beautiful hair, her
friendly expression, and then, quicker than he expected, with a
gasp... He came. A blob of sperm shot out and landed on her hand.

Katy quickly pulled her hand back, watching the later spasms
which proceeded without the benefit of her hand.

"Oh, that was fantastic," gasped Brett. He cleaned up with a wash
cloth, taking special care to wipe all traces of the stuff off
her fingers.

They started hugging again, and Brett felt satisfied and not at
all sexy. But within ten minutes his erection started growing
again, and kept growing.

"Again?" said Katy plaintively.

"You can ignore it. It's just fine. I don't think about it all
the time even if there's a reflex down there.... Kind of like, I
dunno... You can play fine even if you kinda know you could go
pee but you don't have to?"

She seemed to get that. Their hug was long and significant. Katy
wriggled against him many times.

"I never had anyone to hug before," she said. "I hugged my mom,
but I was always wondering when she'd be mean. And she wasn't
really paying attention. So with you I know you're paying
attention, and you really do like me, and you're not going to
yell at me... And if your penis gets hard then if I want to make
you happy I know how. And if I don't we can just hug. And the
worst that happens is we stop hugging for a while while you do
your make-believe."

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Very strange if they were in the
ordinary world, but about right for their little naked pressure
cooker.

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After a few days, Brett suggested Katy take a shower, and she
readily agreed. He helped with her hair wash.

"You wash your own privates, OK?" he said.

"With all we do, you don't want to touch my privates?"

"This is shower time. That's different."

But his angel, fresh out of the shower... Blond hair in ropes,
but droplets on every inch of skin, including those girl lips
below.

She air dried, and he took his time brushing her hair out,
starting at the bottom and working up. He'd done it before, but
it was different when it was freshly washed. The blond hair,
freshly washed and dried... it was almost magical.

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Slowly the freezer got emptier. They finished one milk jug and
started on another. Juice they drank more slowly.

"You're growing a beard," said Katy.

"Yeah, that's what happens when a man can't shave."

"It's kind of funny," she said, stroking it.

At night they usually slept with Brett spooned behind Katy, and
they ignored Brett's erections most of the time. During the day
they did ordinary kids' make-believe suggested by Katy, made into
elaborate tales. They did exercises, on the bed or on the little
stretches of floor. They took showers together. Brett talked. He
tried to give Katy some semblance of an education, based on what
he remembered. He found things in the videos to be the trigger
for lectures. Katy didn't mind, because they had lots of time and
nowhere to go.

The hours went by. The days went by. But it was all arbitrary and
there was no way to count -- which bothered Brett more than it
bothered Katy. The best sort of way they had of telling time was
how fast the freezer emptied.

Maybe it would all be over when the freezer was empty? There were
still a lot of dinners in it.

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Chapter 2

Brett had turned down the lights and come to lie beside Katy.

"Katy, can I kiss you?" he said softly.

"Kiss me?" she said.

"You know, on the lips. Like boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Um, OK."

Their lips met with a smack.

"Try it more gently... just imitate what I do."

After a minute, she said, "Hey, that's pretty nice."

Brett didn't have to kiss Katy. It was not required for dealing
with his erections and desire. He kissed her because he wanted
to. It seemed like she kissed him back because she wanted to.

In the morning, she initiated a kiss. He happily returned it. But
she kissed him more. He decided to keep kissing her as long as
she wanted to kiss him. It was at least a half hour later that
she stopped.

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"Can I show you my vagina?"

"Wait... what's this about?"

"You told me about making babies, and your penis is big half the
time, but girls have parts for making babies too. Even little
girls."

"Right, but little girls usually just ignore them. There's no
need to pay attention to them."

"But you think about my vagina, right?"

"Well, yeah, but I keep my thoughts to myself."

"I want to think about my sex things too, if we're going to think
about yours."

Brett sighed. "If we pay attention to yours, my penis will get
hard even more often and I'll want to do that pretend thing even
more."

"That's OK," said Katy with a friendly smile.

"Well... sure, I guess. You want to show me your vagina?"

"You'd like to see it?"

"Absolutely," said Brett, then winced. You weren't supposed to
say that to a young girl.

Brett beheld little Katy spreading her legs wide apart, facing
him, and then her fingers held back the folds of her labia.

"Oh, mmmm," murmured Brett, penis twitching. Her vaginal opening
was amazing, but it was the setting that made it fantastic --
small girl, perfect thighs, and that face....

"I guess you do like to see it." She giggled. He realized he was
staring, and apparently couldn't hide his fascination. "You know,
I feel a little tingle in my vagina when your penis is hard and
when it spurts."

"I guess that's not too surprising. Big girls and women like to
have sex, so maybe parts of it start happening in little girls."

"Do you think it's bad if I touch myself there?"

"No! Not at all. Certainly when you're alone you can do it all
you like."

"I'm never alone here, not really."

He couldn't deny it.

"What if I kind of play around and pretend it's a penis going in
and out of me?"

"Heavens! As long as it doesn't hurt I think it's fine... Are you
doing that because it feels good or because I told you all that
stuff?"

"It feels good, but what you said gave me the idea. Will you
watch me?"

"Sure... Happy to... " From the start of this conversation, he
knew something had shifted in Katy, and he was still trying to
understand just what it was.

Katy spread her legs apart, and opened her lips with her left
fingers. "I pretend this is the penis," she said, wriggling her
right finger. "Actually, I pretend it's *your* penis."

Brett saw the tip approach her moist girl folds, saw it enter,
saw it move in and out.

"That's what it's like for a big girl?" she said.

"Ummmm..." Her finger was going in and out... exactly where he in
his wildest dreams might be going in and out. It was her idea.
Brett felt faint. He wasn't touching his penis, and Katy wasn't
touching it. He didn't cause the orgasm; it just happened. His
penis just started spurting.

"Penis!" she said with a small laugh. "No one was even touching
you! Does that mean you really liked to see that?" she asked
Brett.

Brett nodded dumbly. "Yeah... We pretend, but that was more than
just pretending, you know? I want to put my sperm in there... so
much..." He realized he was nearly whining.

Katy thought a moment. "Oh, we can do that!" With the right index
finger she corralled a blob of Brett's semen and slid it up into
her vagina, and then another, and yet another. Then she slid her
finger in and out some more. "So when the man has finished doing
his thing, that's what will be in my vagina... Hey, it goes more
smoothly this way."

Brett got a wash cloth so they could both clean up.

Afterwards, he offered her a tentative kiss, and she happily
returned it.

The next day she wanted to show him her vagina again, and was
similarly delighted in his reactions, though his penis never
began spurting spontaneously again.

And then they kissed.

The pattern repeated itself.

They had started doing two new things. Brett had shown Katy how
to kiss, and she had loved it. And then Katy showed Brett her
vagina and pretended to use it like she would for sex, and
naturally he loved that.

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Several days later Katy was fresh from the shower once more. Her
skin had air dried, and after lots of brushing, her hair was dry
too, shiny and magnificent.

"Can I kiss you down in the vagina?"

"Ewww!"

"No, it's something men do to women a lot. The women sometimes
like it a whole lot."

"But it's icky!"

"You just got out of the shower. It's especially clean now."

"Blecchhh!"

"Tell you what... Think of it this way. I love you so much and
like your vagina so much that I'd love to kiss it. I want to do
it, even if you think it's icky."

Brett was gently pushing her back, pushing her legs apart, and
moving in with his tongue. Finally Katy said, "OK," reluctantly.
Those lips... not a trace of hair...

"That's weird!" she said at first.

Brett licked patiently.

"Wait... if I forget for a moment it's not icky, it's..."

Brett stopped to listen.

"No, keep going! I mean, please, if you're willing keep going."

Brett mostly licked. He sucked a little, flicked his tongue,
pushed it into her vagina, but then went back to licking.

"Can you put your finger in at the same time?"

"I think so..." Brett found he could get his little finger up
inside her and slide it in and out.

"Oooooh, that's nice!" murmured Katy. After half an hour, she
said, "What about your middle finger?"

"I guess," he said, and started to slide it in, but there was
resistance.

"Wait, we need some goo!" said Katy with a giggle. He saw what
she was up to and arranged things so she could rub his penis.
"Come on, out with it!" she said with a laugh. In not many
seconds the penis obliged as Brett moaned. "Now coat your finger
with that and try again," she said. Brett did, and it got in a
bit farther, then he put his head down again and used his mouth
to lick her as he slid the finger in and out.

On and on the play went. An hour, two hours? They had no clock,
and nowhere else to be, nothing else they needed to do.

After a rest, Katy said, "Kiss me?" Brett smiled. It was an
excellent time for a kiss.

One time, after an hour of Brett licking Katy down where it felt
good, something clicked and she had a really good feeling
followed by being satisfied. Brett explained that it was an
orgasm. And then when she knew more about what sort of licking
led to what feelings, and what feelings led to others, she had
orgasms more and more often.

The days went by.

"You're licking me, I ought to lick you," said Katy.

"No need," said Brett. But Katy was insistent. Brett had to admit
that it felt really good. He warned her about how if he came in
her mouth it would taste icky. So instead she got him very
excited, then pulled her mouth off and jerked with her hand as he
spurted. Once she insisted on having him come in her mouth. He
did. She said it had been an experience, but didn't insist on
doing it again.

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"Will you marry me?" asked Katy, with no hint of making a joke.

"I'd love to marry you!" said Brett. "As long as we're stuck in
here together, I'd be your husband forever."

"What if we get out?" asked Katy.

"I'd still love to marry you," he said. "Though... people
wouldn't understand. Did you ever hear of a 5-year-old marrying a
grown man?"

Katy shook her head.

"There's something else... I'm kind of different from most men.
Most men would have this problem with erections if they were
sharing this place with some girl who was 12 or 13 or on up. But
not with you. To them you'd be just a kid, same as a boy."

"Oh. Why does that matter?"

"You could have just been snuggling against me without worrying
about my stiff penis."

"Oh."

"But, on the other hand -- I adore you in a way they never would.
Everyone out in the world would say you'd be much better off with
one of them than with me, but... I'm the one you're stuck with."

"If you didn't adore me, then you wouldn't want to kiss me,
right?" Katy smiled, and kept right on smiling.

"Right," said Brett.

"Or lick me in the vagina."

"Right."

"Or even just rub your thing and spurt because you think I'm sexy
and I'm right there beside you."

"Right."

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Brett's favorite way to come was with his penis tip firmly
pressed against Katy's vaginal opening -- at the place where
those short little smooth inner thighs met! She liked that too.
After he pulled away, she used her fingers to corral all the
semen she could and slid it up into her vagina with her finger.
She then invited Brett to bring his head down low and lick her
while she moved her own finger in and out.

She could now reach orgasm reliably, and one time Brett was aware
that when she gasped she also stuck her finger deeper into
herself than ever before.

"Why did you do that?" he asked. "Didn't that hurt?"

"Yeah, but with an orgasm at the same time I barely felt it. And
I want to be a big girl."

Another day, Brett was aware that she had two fingers inside
herself, going in and out, and her gasp of orgasm was followed by
a yelp of pain.

"Katy, why are you doing this?"

"To be more like a big girl," she said. But Brett actually had a
pretty good idea, and the prospect was thrilling like nothing
else.

"Time for you to put your penis inside!" said Katy.

Brett could have said, "Absolutely not!" but if he had been
inclined in that direction he would have stopped her experiments
earlier. "We've got to be careful," he said instead.

After Brett produced a big dose of their lubricant of choice, his
penis became soft for a while. Katy joked this was maybe the
first time it had stayed soft when they wanted it hard.

But within ten minutes it was hard again, and Brett slid up on
top of Katy.

Brett pressed, but his penis didn't go on. Katy urged him on...
harder, harder still. Katy yelped the moment Brett's tip pushed
through into her body. But she said it didn't hurt too bad, and
she certainly didn't want to turn back. Once the tip was in, it
was time to go deeper so the shaft could follow. Now his
successive thrusts, each going a bit deeper than the last, caused
no more pain.

"Ready to start my baby?" said Katy earnestly.

Brett realized he was in a couple inches. Unrealistic as it was,
the connection to making a baby set him on fire. He began
thrusting, but in ten thrusts he came -- inside his Katy....
Inside! Her vaginal walls hugged his penis shaft and tip, and
semen shot out the tip and up into Katy. Not into the air first
and then fingered in -- directly into his girl!

This was what he had dreamt of forever. Being alone and naked
with a girl had seemed like a total impossibility, but some
strangers had arranged for that. Ejaculating in her presence, and
then with her increasingly enthusiastic participation -- totally
impossible. To have her volunteer to enter her own sex organs
into the play -- beyond impossible. But to enter a girl -- penis
into her vagina -- and to thrust and to orgasm inside her -- that
was the ultimate impossibility. And the ultimate dream, finally
realized.

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Katy was proud of her accomplishment.

"So now I'm a big girl, you really have to marry me!" said Katy.

"Oh, I've said all along that I'd marry you."

"But you really wanted to get it in, right?"

"I absolutely did, more than anything."

"So I'm a wife who did something good for her husband!"

"You certainly did!" said Brett with the most deeply felt
tenderness. His eyes became moist.

Just about every day, Katy wanted Brett to do everything just the
way she liked best. He spent an hour licking her, to one orgasm,
or perhaps two. Then she got him to mount her and thrust in and
out of her for a good long while before pressing deep into her
vagina and dosing her uppermost pussy with sperm.

But about three other times each day, Brett wanted it, and Katy
was eager to let him have it. She didn't want to wait for her own
pleasure. What did he want? He wanted to drive his penis deep
into her and shoot out his sperm. If it was all over in ten
seconds, that was fine with him. And if that was fine with him,
it was fine with her too. Any time she wanted it her way instead,
he would always most happily follow her lead.

The freezer was perhaps three-quarters empty now.

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Chapter 3

One "day" at what they considered suppertime, Brett was startled
to hear a voice from outside, sounding through some sort of
intercom.

"Hello, Katy and Brett. You have been the subject of a bet
between a couple wealthy men. Whatever happens, you will both
leave this 'apartment' today and are free. Which man wins the bet
is dependent on your answer to this question, Katy. You have two
choices. Would you like to live in a real house with Brett, but
far away from everyone else, for at least one year but beyond
that you can do anything you choose?"

"Yes!"

"Wait, listen to the other alternative... You can go back to your
aunt's house, and answer a lot of questions from the police about
Brett. They will not be at all nice to you until you have helped
send him away to jail for a long time."

"What?"

"You're supposed to choose. Yeah, I know, it sounds silly. But
still, you've got to say. First alternative or second?"

"First, of course!"

"Then that makes Man A the winner."

Brett said, "Were there other possible outcomes?"

"Yes, there were several, all dependent on what happened in here
up until this time."

"Such as?"

"If Brett forced himself on Katy, we would have stopped the
experiment and Man B would win -- even if when it was over she
forgave him. If either of you ceased functioning or became a
danger to yourself or the other, it would be the same result."

"Any more?"

"If Brett had managed to hide from Katy his sexual attraction to
her and kept her from learning about men and their sexual
performance, then Man A would be the winner."

"So Man A is an optimist about human nature, and Man B a
pessimist."

"True, though in fact Man A won because of your particular human
nature, Brett, not human nature in general."

"It sounds to me like you're Man B," said Brett.

After a pause, another voice came over the intercom. "You are
very perceptive, Brett, and I am Man A. Our men will be in
shortly to escort you to your new home."

"What about the recordings from those cameras?" asked Brett.

"All destroyed now the bet is resolved."

"But I've got something else to say," said Brett. His voice got
angrier as he continued. "The fact you made this bet and carried
it out makes me very pessimistic about human nature -- at least
for the two of you!"

"Well, the result is for you a dream come true, is it not?" said
Man A. "Given Katy's actual life circumstances, it might have
been a pretty good outcome for her too."

"Even if you're right, and I'm not saying you are, you had no
right to do this!"

"We realize that," said Man A. "And we're sorry, right?"

Man B could be heard saying, "Well, especially since I lost the
bet I'm sorry."

Katy said, "I don't understand all that, but can Brett and I be
married and live forever happily ever after? Like you promised?"

"Yes," said Man B with a sigh. "You may."

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First posted 7/28/2022.