Copyright (c) 2017-2018, Hardguy. ALL Rights Reserved
Date of first compiled publication on ASSTR.org:
Saturday, February 03, 2018
Original publication dates at Reddit.com /r/ageplaystories:
Chapter 1: Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Chapter 2: Friday, April 21, 2017
Chapter 3: Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Chapter 4: Saturday, April 29, 2017
Chapter 5: Saturday, May 6, 2017
Chapter 6: Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Chapter 7: Sunday, June 11, 2017
Chapter 8: Monday, July 31, 2017
Chapter 9: Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Chapter 10: Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Chapter 11: Thursday, August 24, 2017
Chapter 12: Sunday, September 16, 2017
Chapter 13: Tuesday, December 5, 2017
Author: Hardguy
Title: A Memorable Vacation
Part: Chapters 1-13
Summary: A man takes a vacation that changes his life.
Keywords: Mg, MF, ped, exhib, mast, oral, voy, inc
The following story is a work of fiction, meant to entertain the
reader. It may contain offensive language of a graphic sexual
and/or violent nature and details many activities which are highly
illegal in much of the modern world. I do not condone or encourage
any activity that may be harmful to the wellbeing of a minor, no
matter the circumstances. Please realize that there is a line
between being a pedophile and being a child molester. Any time
that line is crossed, an innocent life is destroyed and a monster
is created. Please do your part to ensure that all children are
kept safe from those who cannot see that line.
Thank you.
A Memorable Vacation, chapters 1-13
Written by Hardguy
Chapter 1
Around about 10 years ago I took a vacation to the beach.
Nice little seaside town, not too touristy, but kind of
folksy. I got a room at one of the motels for a few days to
just do nothing but kick back, read, walk in the sand, and
climb around on the rocks to peek into the tide pools at the
variety of sea life there.
The 2nd day I was there, walking the beach after lunch, I
strolled past a girl who was burying her brother in the sand.
She wore a white trimmed blue tankini top that looked like a
glorified strap across her chest, and a little pair of bright
pink shorts that just barely avoided being classified as
underwear. Judging by the little sprouts poking out from her
chest, I'd say she was maybe 10 or 11, maybe even a
small-bodied 12. She was damn cute, and nothing about her
that I didn't like. Curly brown hair just past her shoulders,
a little button nose, and big bright eyes and smile. The
bare skin she was showing was either nicely evenly tanned or
she was of mixed heritage. I only looked at her as I
approached and didn't turn my head as I passed by. Yeah, I'm
a perv, but I'm not a creeper.
I had a nice session of "me-time" when I got back to my room,
thinking about the little flair to her hips and the cute
little butt she stuck up in the air as she would bend over to
pat the sand down on her hopelessly trapped little brother.
Lucky kid he was, getting to be so close to her day in and
day out. How I would have loved to yank those shorts down
and bury my...well, I'm pretty sure you know how the rest
goes. ;)
That evening after dinner I went for a soak in the hot tub
and a lap or two in the motel pool. There were a few other
people there when I arrived: an older couple from the
midwest, and some rowdy teenage boys splashing at each other
and making a lot of noise. I picked wisdom over youth, and
joined the couple for a friendly chat in the hot tub. They
had come out to visit their son and daughter-in-law and their
kids for a week, and decided to spend a few days here as
well. About 15 minutes later, I got to meet their
granddaughter, or actually I should say I finally met her.
We'd already crossed paths once as it happened.
Same white outlined blue tankini top as before, now with
matching white outlined blue bikini bottom cradling a little
mound between her hips instead of being hidden behind
slightly baggier pink shorts. Pleasantries were exchanged as
she slipped into the hot tub beside her grandmother across
from me. I felt some little feet brush against my leg, and
she blushed offering apologizes for the contact, "Sorry,
mister." Her grandpa'd had enough of the hot tub, and excused
himself to go back to the room. A saggy old man's body was
exactly the counter I needed to be able to stand up without
embarrassment after seeing the little hottie in full bikini
mode, and I exited the hot tub for the pool, which also
chilled away the growth I'd been experiencing.
I swam for a bit, not really doing laps as it was an
irregularly shaped pool, but just went back and forth and
around in circles in the corner as the teens keep up their
hollering and horseplay. After about 10 minutes they
departed, and I realize I can hear myself think again. I'm
alone in the pool, and my mind wanders back to that swimsuit
clad body. I'd acclimated to the water temperature by this
time, and that shrinkage began to reverse itself. A glance
over at the hot tub and I didn't see anybody there. I was
completely alone.
I decide to do it while the memory is fresh and put my hand
into my swimtrunks. I know you're thinking, "whoa whoa, wait
a minute, you're in a public pool!" and you're right, but you
know, little kids probably piss in it all day, so some
chlorine murdered tadpoles really weren't all that different.
I looked around once more to check that I was alone and then
started to stroke. Barely 30 seconds in, I heard a little
squeal.
Looking over to the hot tub, and just poking out above the
water was a head with brown hair just past the shoulders. She
was still there! I'm not sure how I missed her, maybe she had
been submerged briefly under the surface or maybe she had
taken a bathroom break and slipped back when I didn't notice,
but she is in the hot tub, and I'm a little concerned. I
wasn't sure what to make of that noise and worried that she
might be in some sort of trouble.
I swam over to the side of the pool closest to her, and in
doing so alerted her to my presence as well. She looked up at
me and there was this look of mortified terror on her face.
She was bent over, her cute rear end positioned just right
for one of the underwater jaccuzi air jets to work its magic
where she wanted it to get worked. I'm standing there,
looking at her, and she just kind of meekly says, "Hi," with
a little wave, because what else are you going to do when
you've been caught by a stranger having your baby biscuit
blasted by bubbles?
Playing my role of the concerned adult, I asked if she was
ok. "Yeah," she answered with a nod and embarrassed eyes. She
sat down on the seat in the tub like a good girl, and tried
not to look at me. I kind of wondered if she was waiting for
me to leave so she can do it again, but she looked up and
said, "You can get in if you want." I wasn't about to refuse
her lovely company, and this time it's my foot that touches
her leg underwater, making me apologize, and prompting a big
smile on her cute face.
We had a few moments of awkward silence together before she
abruptly rose and exited the hot tub to dive into the pool,
bikini bottoms molded so nicely to her little butt that a
mind-reading cop would have arrested any man who saw it. That
got me raring and ready to go once more, so I quietly vowed
to myself that I would do it quick and get out of there
before she saw anything. Hand went in my trunks, stroking
like mad, focused on cumming, and I heard wet feet on the
cement. She was now the one standing opposite me, with a
massive grin on her face. She dropped to a crouch, feet
apart, put her finger to her lips, goes, "Shhh," and then
pulled her bikini bottoms to the side, revealing to me
exactly what color her skin really is when it hasn't been
exposed to the sun for a few days.
Drops of water ran down along the curves of her hairless
childish lips. Nestled at the top of them is...well, I've
been overusing this word to describe her, but I'll be damned
if her clitoris also wasn't cute as hell peeking out at me.
"Let me see too," she asked, so I stood up. Her big green
eyes got a degree or two bigger when she saw the slightly
over-average sized cock I was stroking in tribute to her.
The naughty little minx's smile grew as well, and like she
was reading my mind on what I wanted to see next, spread her
plump lipped slit open, letting me see all the pink inside.
"Right here," she said simply, and I faithfully obeyed.
Now I've never measured how far I could shoot, but my little
swimmers did their best to hit that most enticing of targets
crouched at the opposite side of the hot tub from where I
stood. If she had been seated in the tub with me, no doubt
my DNA would have been cascading down her budding chest, but
instead squirt after squirt splashed down into the bubbling
water just short of the offered goal.
The little jizz muse ooohed and giggled watching me shoot air
balls out of my balls. She stopped holding her peach open in
favor of rubbing herself in front of me when a voice called
out, "Emmie?" In an instant, a white outlined blue strip of
fabric was tugged back into place between her legs, and my
ass was sitting down like a guilty kid waiting outside the
principal's office.
"Coming, Mom!" she called out, scampering away from me
without so much as a glance back in my direction. The way
her tiny ass moved as she vanished from sight was like it was
taunting me for not getting to watch her cum in return. I
heaved a sigh, literally stewing in my own juices, but did so
with a smile. What a memorable vacation this turned out to
have been.
What a memorable vacation there was still yet to be.
Chapter 2
I slept really well that night, waking up at seven feeling
refreshed. Since I was on vacation I could have slept in,
but there was no need. Even with waking up early, I felt
great, and yes, I did attribute that in part to my encounter
with Emmie at the pool the evening before.
I reminisced briefly about her bold actions...well, my bold
actions as well, and got hard while laying there. Having a
morning fap wouldn't be out of the ordinary for me, but it
kind of seemed premature to go ahead with. Sure, the chances
of having a second illicit encounter with her were remote,
but at the very least I might see her again, and if something
else offered itself up for a spot in my spank-bank, why not
wait and see.
I got dressed and headed out for a quick jaunt across the
street to the local doughnut shop. As I descended the wide
spiral staircase located at the center of the motel building,
I encountered a woman carrying a box of doughnuts coming up
the opposite direction, with her curly brown haired, tan
skinned, green eyed daughter following right behind her.
"Good morning," I greeted them each. The woman politely
responded in kind, as did Emmie, although Emmie was a little
more shy about it despite the huge grin she had plastered on
her face. She was wearing a slightly oversized light pink
t-shirt that hung just a little off one bare shoulder, and
the bottom edge of those bright pink shorts peeked out from
under the bottom of the shirt, denying me the not so pure
fantasy that she was going commando.
Passing by, she and I maintained eye contact right up until
either of us would have to turn around entirely to keep it
up. Once I got to the parking lot, I turned and looked back
up at the motel, where I saw Emmie and her mother entering a
room on the third floor, the floor above mine. A saw her
look down at me, and waved to her before heading across the
street for my morning pastries and cup of joe. I did not see
her upon my return, nor during my walk down the beach later
that morning as I had the day before.
After returning to my room, I became engrossed in the novel I
had brought with me, and only realized I had completely
missed lunch time when my stomach's growls grew too great to
be ignored. One of the brochures in the motel room was
advertising a local spot for lunch, so I decided to check it
out. Stepping out of my room, I heard some noise in the
parking lot below and saw my favorite young vacationer.
The whole lot of them, Emmie, mom and dad, little brother,
and grandparents, were piling out of an SUV. The little boy
wore a baseball cap bearing the name of a local sea lion
refuge, and Emmie had a plush sea lion toy under one arm,
which told me why she hadn't been around earlier. She looked
up and saw me, as did a few of her family members. I would
have waved to her, but thought that might seem a little weird
to the adults for a strange man to be singling out a tween
girl in greeting, so I maintained my cool and just smiled
politely.
We passed on the wide spiral stairs of course, exchanging
pleasantries all along. Emmie had changed her clothes to a
much tighter fitting red and white baseball style t-shirt
that bared her tan tummy and a multi-colored striped pair of
shorts that likewise clung to her lower half. Under her
shirt I spotted the shape of a training bra which pretty much
completely muted her small breasts into gentle sloping
mounds. "Hello," I addressed her personally between her
parents and grandparents. If she weren't so tan, I bet I
would have spotted a blush on her cheeks. For being such a
little exhibitionist the night before, she sure got flustered
easily. Damn she was cute.
Unlike that morning I glanced back at her only once after
passing, again so as to hide my interest from her
accompanying adults, but her head was turned my way just the
same. If only I could have whispered in her ear that she had
me stiff, I bet her face would have turned from bronzed to
bright red. Alas, I just carried on my way to my car instead
in search of lunch.
The prices were a bit high, but the cafe was a nice place
with a location over looking the beach. I saw many other
girls there, but few were as enticing as Emmie was. Too old,
too young, too developed, not developed enough. Just none of
them could compare to her. It struck me then that I had
developed a little crush on her, and I had to chuckle at
myself. I was probably 4 times her age, likely to never see
her again after today or possibly tomorrow depending on when
she would be heading home, and even if by some miracle we did
find each other, it's not like we could be together. Emmie
was destined to be little more than a passing ship in my
life, just as I was to be in hers. It was a sad, sobering
thought, but one that I needed to have given the circumstances.
After I got home from lunch, I was torn between returning to
my novel, going for a walk on the beach, or taking a nap.
Ultimately I decided to keep reading, but my head and my
stomach decided it was nap time. I started to doze off, when
there was a knock at the door. Groggily, I got up and peeked
through the peephole. Curly brown hair. Green eyes. Holy
shit.
I gasped in surprise. What was Emmie doing here? I
seriously debated if I should open the door or not, because
there could be only one reason she was here. I'm not saying
I regretted anything we had done the night before, but that
had been spontaneous and could only have gone so far. I
peeked at her again, holding my breath, and saw her fidgeting
nervously. I recalled my thought at lunch, how we would
probably never see each other again, and would have only the
memory of that naughty moment together to remember each other
by, but the creeping look of worry on her face made me wonder
if her memory of me would be tainted by being ignored,
rejected if I did not open the door. If I had grown a little
crush on her in the span of not even 24 hours, then how did
she feel about me if she was here now? I saw her take half a
step back and felt my hand move towards the doorknob. "Fuck
it," I said, and opened the door.
She was wearing the blue and white tankini top and pink
shorts again, which must have been her go-to beach outfit.
"H-hey," I said, looking nervously to either side of my
opened motel room door.
"H-hey," she said back, sounding just as nervy as I did in
this situation. Aside from when we had passed each other on
the stairs twice, this was the closest to each other we'd
ever been for longer than 10 seconds.
"What's going on?" I asked her, trying to sound as normal as
possible.
"I lied to my mom and told her I had to pee. Do you want to
do it again?" The words just came tumbling out of her mouth,
almost in a blur so that it took me half a moment longer than
typical to understand and process human speech. I opened my
mouth to answer, when the sound of a car door closing from
the parking lot below startled me. From where I stood, I
couldn't see the car in question, but I had no way of knowing
what that random person could see, other than perhaps a
scantily clad young girl standing awkwardly at an open door.
"Get in here," I told her, stepping aside, almost instantly
regretting that choice of words for sounding so rude, but I
really did want her inside the room where nobody could see
us. She seemed equally self-conscious of being seen, and
hurried in past me and my pounding heart. I closed and
locked the door, even securing it with the chain before
turning to my guest.
She wasn't standing where I expected her though, and instead
when I next laid eyes on her, she was standing beside my bed,
pulling off her tankini top, her pointy nipple tipped little
girl breasts wobbling as she dropped the top on the floor
before pushing down her shorts and the matching blue and
white bikini bottoms worn underneath in a single motion. My
cock went from zero to hard in an instant.
After she had slipped her feet from her scant clothing, she
turned and looked at me. Her sense of modesty kicked in, and
she raised an arm to cover across her chest and placed her
other hand over her bald pussy. "W-what?" she asked, shyly.
"Y-you're just so sexy," I told her, realizing she wasn't
here just for me to stare at her, and unbuttoned my pants.
"T-thanks," she said, with a smile, and relaxed her arms from
where they were covering her untanned places.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Twelve."
"Have you done this before? Other than last night at the
pool with me?"
"Yeah. With a boy up my street."
"Like, all the way? Fucking?"
"N-no!" she emphatically denied, her eyes focusing on my
erection when I pulled it free of my undone pants. "He's
older than me, a-and his thing is too big." I wanted to ask
if it was bigger than mine, not that I was packing a
spectacularly sized manhood at just 6 inches, but something
in the way she was staring told me that this boy still had
some growing to do.
"So what would you like me to do? We gotta be quick, right?"
"Y-yeah, right," she said, a little startled that she had
forgotten about the hurried nature of this encounter. She
sat down on the edge of my bed and scooted back a little,
spreading her legs wide. Just as she had done the evening
before, she spread her lips open for me. "Squirt your stuff
on me here," she requested. "I like to rub my pussy with it
all slimey."
I came closer to her, looking down into her spread cunny. I
swear I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw her little pink
opening. "It's safe for me to do that, right?" I asked her.
"You're not...I mean, your period isn't...started?"
"It's fine!" she insisted, a slight tremble in her voice,
shaking her head from side to side. "H-hurry, so I can feel
good too." I needed no further encouragement, and stepped up
close, my legs against the side of the bed, and started to
jerk off above her naked little body. "P-point it down," she
directed. "Y-you can rub it in there, j-just don't, y-you
know, push inside." If she hadn't been in a hurry to get
back to her family in a timely manner from 'peeing,' I might
have tried to persuade her that her pussy could probably
stretch just enough to accommodate me inside for her first
time. As it was, just getting to cum on this horny little
girl was good enough.
I pressed the head of my cock into her spread lips, and
started to rub the tip up and down from her clit to her
vagina. "You can move your hand," I told her, and she did
so, letting her vulva close gently on either side of the
head. "You're so soft," I told her. "Rubbing your pussy
like this is like a dream."
Mnnn," she sighed, lifting a hand up to her chest to rub at
her little tit.
"I saw you earlier yesterday," I revealed, "out on the beach,
when you were burying your brother in the sand. I jerked off
later thinking about pulling your shorts down and fucking
your tight pussy good and deep."
"O-oh my gosh!" she giggled, raising her other arm to cover
her eyes. "You're so embarrassing!" Her pussy felt slick on
my tip, although I didn't know if that was wetness she was
making, or if it was because of the precum I was leaking all
over her down there. That thought alone, that my cock juices
were smeared all over her childlike privates, marking her, at
least for this moment, as my young lover, was catalyzing for
me. My cock started to hum and throb, and I nuzzled the hole
in the tip against her cute but firm clit.
"I mean it, Emmie," I groaned, feeling the moment building
rapidly just behind my balls. "I wish I could do this inside
you. I want to cum in your tight pussy!" I had barely
finished that first sentence when I felt the first shot surge
through me. I quickly pushed my shaft downward and pressed
it up against the mouth of her vagina, pumping a bolt of
fresh hot semen into her forbidden depths.
I felt Emmie's body jolt a split second later, probably a
little afraid that I was actually trying to penetrate against
her wishes. I pulled my cock upward, gushing sperm between
her soft hairless lips, pausing to drown her clit with
another deluge, and then finally jerking off my pulsing shaft
to deliver final cum shots onto her mound, tummy, and just
under her small tits. Emmie wasted no time in getting her
hand into the mess, rubbing furiously at her sperm soaked
clit as my orgasm subsided, the last drips and drabs drooling
out of me onto her fingers and the back of her hand.
"Nnnngh, so good!" she groaned, rubbing her creampie wildly.
I took a step back, watching her masturbate with my cum like
she was possessed by a lust demon. Her little nipples were
stiff and straining like little rockets trying to take off
from her chest, and while she had placed an embargo against
my cock entering her, her fingers had no such restriction and
she pumped her index finger in and out, making the most lewd
sound I'd ever heard from between a 12-year old's legs.
"Nnnnnn, y-y-yes," she hummed through her tightly closed
lips, the sign of a young girl who routinely suppressed the
sound of her orgasms when having them in her bedroom at
home. Her knees bent and raised up as her thighs closed on
her busy hands, her small hips bucking as she rode the wave.
I have to admit, it was mesmerizing to watch her cum. Until
this point, the youngest girl I'd ever personally witnessed
orgasming had been in her early 20s.
She kept moaning and groaning, hips jolting as she made her
pussy squish audibly, until she slowed the motion of her
hands and just lay panting with a glazed over look on her
face. I saw her eyes refocus and look up at me, a grin on
her face like the one I'd seen the night before. She let her
legs drift apart, exposing to me the indecent gooey mess we'd
made of her plump little lips and the insides of her thighs.
She summed it up by sighing two words: "Super awesome."
I don't think either of us had made a note of the time when
she got here, so neither of us really knew how long it had
been, but if I was her mother, I might start getting worried
about my tardy daughter. I grabbed the box of tissues from
the nightstand and started to wipe up the cum smeared on her
tanned belly. She regarded my aftercare in a dreamy manner
for a moment before sitting up, her thoughts aligning with my
own about how she had to hurry back. "You squirted so much,"
she commented, taking some tissues to wipe between her legs.
"Way more than Josh does when we do this." I paused for a
moment when I heard her name the boy who had the privilege of
being her friend-with-benefits, and got a little jealous that
he would get to spend more time with her than I ever would.
"Well, I suppose that's just part of me being older than
him," I said, trying not to sound like his existence bothered
me, because it kind of actually did. I watched Emmie wipe at
the goop on her pussy lips and found myself wondering if she
cleaned herself off like this after he had cum on her too.
"Shit," I muttered, which drew her attention, looking up at
me curiously. "Nothing," I said with a sigh. "Nothing. Do
you want me to get you a towel? It'll be faster."
"Yes, please," she answered politely.
I beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom, where I took a moment
to look at myself in the mirror. I had to snap out of it and
let go. Emmie had to live her life. She had to love her
loves and cry her cries, and I had to accept that I would not
be a part of any of them. I smacked myself on the cheek,
grabbed a towel, and went back to deliver it to her.
"Here you go," I said, handing it over. Emmie rose to her
feet, and wiped broadly at herself, doing a more efficient
job than the flimsy tissues could. At least the towel wasn't
disintegrating into little pieces and sticking to her all
over down there like the tissues did, which in itself was
kind of amusing to see. When she was done, she put her hands
on her hips in a triumphant pose.
"How do I look?" she asked with a grin.
"Like a sexy little girl who takes way too long to pee," I
answered, making her giggle. "Hurry and get dressed before
they come looking for you." She nodded and set about doing
so while I watched her. I felt some small pangs of regret
with each piece of clothing she put back in place over her
pale patches of skin, wishing I could have had more time to
touch and commit to memory each intimate part of her
developing body. The pussy I never got to finger. The ass I
never got to squeeze. The tits I never got to fondle. By
the time she started to head for the door, I was determined
to do at least one thing though.
"Hey, Emmie," I said, stopping her in her tracks. She looked
at me quizzically as I approached.
"What?" she asked, regarding me warily since I must have
looked like I was crazy at that moment, which I kind of was.
I stepped forward, toe to toe with her, put my hands on her
shoulders, and bent down to kiss her.
I wish I could tell you that changed everything going
forward. I wish I could say she melted into my arms, jumped
up, wrapped her legs around me, and gave me her virginity
moments later. I wish I could tell you that she stayed with
me all night, snuggled nude by my side, waking every few
hours for another passionate session of love making until she
could not walk the next morning. I wish I could tell you
that she ran away with me, sparking a nationwide search for
the darling little girl with the curly brown hair and green
eyes that vanished from a small beach town after needing to
go potty. I wish I could tell you that we lived happily ever
after, raising a family and growing old together. I really
wish I could, but I couldn't.
I felt her shoulders tense, and her lips remain motionless
against mine as I selfishly stole a kiss off her young lips.
It probably wasn't her first kiss either, damn that Josh. I
let go of her and straightened up, taking a step back.
"S-sorry," I said sheepishly as she gazed at me with a
shocked look on her face. "You should go. Your mom is
probably getting worried." I probably sounded far more
dismissive than I should have, because an almost sad
expression crossed her face before she turned and walked
alone to the door, like she had done something wrong but just
could not figure out what it was.
I could not bear to watch her leave, and only when the door
clapped shut did I allow myself to cry. An hour later I
turned in my key, and drove home, cutting my vacation short
by a day.
It was better this way. I kept telling myself that. It was
better this way.
Chapter 3
The next day was the hardest day.
I barely slept at all that night in my own bed. When
daylight did finally dawn, I had to repeatedly talk myself
out of driving all the way back there again just to see her.
I actually got as far as unlocking the car door before my
sanity returned. I'd never been addicted to anything in my
life before, but I could tell that I was going through
withdrawals.
Before had I left the motel the prior evening, I realized
through my jealously of Josh, no, not even Josh the person,
but of Josh the 'concept,' which was just the idea of there
possibly being somebody else who had seen Emmie's nude body,
had touched, it had cum on it, and had gotten to watch her
cum, that I was developing something fundamentally unhealthy
for myself and potentially for Emmie. Seriously, it was shit
like that which often led down a dark path and a bad ending,
and so I did what I felt was the smart thing and just ran
away from it. It had to be this way. I had to let Emmie go.
The next week at work was hell. My nights alternated between
sleepless and being so tired that I would pass out the moment
my head hit the pillow. I poured my attention into work to
keep it busy, so that it wouldn't have a moment to spare a
thought for her. 'Her.' I had to stop even thinking her
name, and reduce her to being just a pronoun. Three days
into this, a co-worker took a phone call from a person named
Emily, and I had to retreat into the bathroom because it was
so similar. I was a mess, and yes, I absolutely knew how
stupid this all must sound.
Little by little though, it started to get better. I started
sleeping regularly again, and things that had become memory
triggers for me, like seeing a wad of tissues or even just
the juxtaposition of the colors blue and white together,
ceased to make me think instantly of her. I started
masturbating again too, which had been something I just had
no desire for immediately afterwards. Six months post-'her,'
life felt normal again for me.
Two years went by before I took another vacation. Yes, it
was to the beach. No, it was not to that beach. I'd thought
of it, believe me. I even allowed myself to drive through
that town and slowed down as I passed that motel, just to
look at it. By that time I was able to think of Emmie by
name again, and the memories became less bitter and more
sweet. I found myself not eyeing young girls so much this
time around, though whether that was because Emmie had helped
me to scratch that particular itch or because my tastes had
changed, I couldn't really tell.
Now that wasn't to say that I didn't look at them at all.
Just like any man, my eyes were invariably drawn to exposed
flesh that curved and protruded from the right places...or
even didn't do either of those things at all. I just
couldn't help comparing them to Emmie. Hair color, length,
style. Eye color, shape, size. Did they smile like her.
Were their breasts more or less developed than hers had
been. How well did their swimsuits conform to their pubic
mounds, or their shorts accentuate their butts. Would they
look at me and smile, or would they just pass by without even
noticing the attention I was paying to them. However all the
variables came together, they never matched my memory of her,
and so none of them enticed me quite like she had.
I drove back through that same beach town on my way home, but
did not slow down to pay my respects to the past again. I
had made peace with it and let the past be the past. Just
like I had to let Emmie go and live her life, I had to go and
live mine.
I was just a few months shy of 50 when I fell in love. No,
not foolishly with another preteen, but this young woman was
in her early 20's, like Emmie now would have been entering,
just the same. I don't know if men have that same kind of
biological clock that seem to drive women to procreate, but
ever since I had visited a friend who had just become a
father, there had been this urge growing inside of me to do
so as well. Things happened fast, marrying after only a few
months and became positively frantic trying to conceive right
away. If you're reading this, saying, "whoa, slow down
there, you fell hard for one girl really quickly already and
that didn't turn out well," I really wish you'd been around
to say the same thing to my face.
Just as having a child had become important to me, it was
important to her as well. Months went by, but she was never
late. We did all that stuff: taking her temperature,
measuring mucus levels, scheduling sex for specific times of
the month, loose fitting underwear for me, and legs up in the
air for half an hour after sex for her. All we had to show
for any of it was a bunch of urine soaked white sticks with
no blue lines. A trip to the doctor confirmed our growing
fears. We talked about surrogacy and adoption, but the
emotional strain this process had put on our whirlwind
marriage was starting to produce cracks. The fighting began
and we tried couples counseling, but when it came out that
she resented me for being the fertile one while she was not,
it became all too clear that this was just not meant to be.
The summer after the divorce I just wanted to get away
again. Ten years had passed now since those 20 hours with
Emmie, and that arbitrarily chosen anniversary had me
nostalgic. "What the hell," I said aloud, and picked up the
phone, calling that motel in that folksy but not too touristy
seaside town to book a room. Not just any room either, but a
specific room. You can imagine my disappointment when I was
told that particular room was already occupied for that
weekend, but I wasn't going to let a little thing like that
ruin my trip. The guy on the other end of the phone must
have heard my disappointment in not getting that room,
because he gave me a bit of a price break.
I did what I could to recreate the past, bringing with me the
same book I had been reading, any clothes that I was
reasonably sure I brought then, and even vowed to turn off my
smartphone while I was there. Oh how I wish I had a
smartphone 10 years ago. The pictures I would have taken for
my private enjoyment...ahem, where was I? I intentionally
even picked the same day as it had been, so as to really
match everything up. I'd sort of subconsciously started
counting time from that day anyways, always taking note of it
when it came around again on the calendar. What better way
to take things full circle, right?
It was bright and sunny the day I drove in, just like I
remembered it. Emmie had been nicely tanned back then, so I
guess the weather decided to recreate conditions for me as
well. Upon getting out of the car, I looked up at that door
on the second floor, next to last on the left side, number
202. Emmie had been either very brave or very dumb to knock
there that day, not knowing what kind of person I was. After
checking in, and hauling my bags up the stairs (when you get
older, book a room on the ground floor, trust me on this,
oof), I went for a walk on the beach.
I wasn't exactly sure where it was that I had first spotted
her burying her little brother in the sand, wagging that cute
hot pink covered butt in the air, but I was pretty sure it
was north along the shore, and not south. In any case, I
ended up walking quite a ways before turning around to come
back. Approaching my motel upon return, I noted a young girl
building a sand castle alone. She was clearly still
pre-pubescent, thus not really the type I normally was
interested in, but my mind did the usual comparison to Emmie
that it had done to every girl since.
Her hair was the right color, but was done up in a long braid
down her back. Her eyes were not the same shape as Emmie's,
and without leering closely at her I couldn't tell you what
color they were. Her nose was a good match to how I remember
Emmie's being, but when I looked at her mouth I had a thought
that made me laugh. The shape of her mouth reminded me of my
late mother, and if I had a long lost sibling somewhere, I
might have thought this girl would be a good candidate for
being my niece.
I judged her to be about 8 or 9 years old just from the
general size of her and how she had practically no figure
under that rainbow tie-dyed one-piece swimsuit she was
wearing. If anything, she was a little on the plump side.
Hormones were already doing their dirty work though, as she
had a pair of grape-sized bumps high on her otherwise flat
chest. Remaining deposits of baby fat rendered her bottom
unremarkable, and around the front side her swimsuit was well
lined to keep the anatomical details of her private places
private, but otherwise I was 100% certain she was indeed a
little girl and not a little boy.
Another glance around told me that she was alone out here,
with no parent hovering either nearby nor watching her from a
safe distance. I wondered if I should keep walking, but I
did feel a little concerned for this girl's safety. There
were strange men on this beach who gave little girls the eye,
after all! "Excuse me, miss?" I said to her, startling her.
I saw her draw back uncertainly as she looked at me. "I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just noticed you were
alone. Are your parents around here somewhere?"
"My mom's there," she said tentatively, pointing to the back
side of my motel. "She said she'd watch me from the window
while she worked out." I looked up at the building and did
see people sitting on the verandas of a few of the rooms. I
supposed her mother would reasonably be able to see her from
there, although it did seem a little irresponsible.
"Alright then. I just wanted to make sure you were being
watched after. It's not always safe to be out here alone."
"I know. My mom and grandma both told me not to talk to
strangers," she responded a little defensively as though I
had been implying she wasn't being cautious enough.
"Strangers like me?" I teased her.
"Yeah, like you, mister!" she giggled. I found the sound of
that giggle far more attractive than I probably should have.
"Okay," I said, holding my hands up in defeat and taking a
step backward. "Well I'm staying at that motel as well, so
maybe I'll bump into you again later at the pool."
"Maybe," she agreed with a shrug.
"Have a nice day," I told her, giving a little wave, which
she returned in kind, before turning on my heel to stroll
southward for a bit. I hadn't gone more than 20 paces before
a high-pitched squeal of anguish erupted from behind me.
Turning to look, I saw that same young girl down on the
ground near the waterline, clutching at her foot and wailing.
I rushed over to her side, and the translucent goopy blob
laying on the dark wet sand by her foot, which was developing
a red welt on the sole, told me the whole story. The same
thing had happened to me before and I knew just how painful
it could be. "It's okay, I gotcha," I told her reassuringly,
putting my hands under her arms and pulling her away from the
likely already dead invertebrate, which I then kicked sand
over, burying it so it could do no more harm.
Returning to her side, I knelt down, cradling the heel in my
hand and lifting her foot to inspect the sting. I had read a
fair bit about jellyfish stings after my own encounter, and
wanted to make sure a tentacle wasn't still stuck to her
foot. It looked clear, but I knew the things really causing
the pain were very small stingers that still might be stuck
in there. I also knew what you are probably thinking, and
NO, peeing on a jellyfish sting does not actually work, and
could even make things worse. Besides, the days of showing
my dong to a cute little girl in a swimsuit were long over.
"Let's get you back to your mom, okay?" I said to her, to
which she tearfully nodded in agreement. I gave her another
looking over, and, despite the protests of my lower back,
gathered her up into my arms.
"T-thanks," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. This
girl who had shown a decent amount of spirit while talking to
me just moments ago, was now clinging to me like I was a
favorite teddy bear. Her body was soft and warm, and I once
more wondered how it would have felt to hold Emmie in my
arms. It wasn't unlike when I had held my friend's infant
child, except of course this girl was much bigger than an
infant. "You're really nice, mister," she said. "Grandma
told me to watch out for weird bad guys. I'm glad you're not
one."
I smiled. "Yeah. I'm not one," I agreed. "My name is Ben.
What's yours?"
"Ruby." That was an interesting name I thought. Unusual,
but pretty.
"It's real nice to meet you, Miss Ruby. You have a neat name."
"Thanks. It's like my mom's name."
"Oh? Her name is Ruby too?"
"No," she shook her head. "Her name is Emerald," she told
me, as we passed through our motel's beach access corridor.
The strangeness of her mother's name also took me a bit by
surprise.
"Well, you're a real couple of gems then, I guess," I said,
trying to relax her with a little joke, although in the back
of my mind something was starting to chew at me. I couldn't
stop and process that now though. Nobody had rushed out to
meet us, so I was reasonably sure that Ruby's mom hadn't been
one of the women out on a veranda. "Which room is yours?"
"Um, I don't know the number, but I know which door," she
said. "It's the one just before the end on the second
floor." The double take I did on that just about gave me
whiplash.
"Are you sure?" I asked her, my brain now really working over
all this information that was being fed to me. "Which end?"
She nodded towards one end of the motel's building, and it
wasn't towards the end where the room numbers were on the
larger side. As I looked at this girl in my arms, I saw now
that her eyes were green, and it dawned on me why, color
aside, her eyes weren't the same as the ones I had been
looking into 10 years ago. There was a question I suddenly
wanted to ask Ruby, only I knew she would not be able to
answer it...but her mother probably could.
Feeling my age, I carried her up the wide spiral staircase
and down the walkway towards the southern end of the motel,
passing the doors. 210...209...208...
There was just no way. 207...206...205...
I mean, what were the chances. 204...203...
I knocked. My heart was in my throat as a voice like a ghost
from the past called from inside the room, "Coming!" I felt
Ruby's arms tighten as she too felt my body tighten with
anticipation. Now it was I who was holding her like a
comforting stuffed animal. The doorknob rattled as the lock
turned and then it opened.
Brown hair, curly, just past her shoulders. Big eyes,
green. A cute nose, that no doubt would have been cuter in
her youth. She wasn't smiling, but I knew that confused look
of surprise and worry on her face just the same. Dressed in
a sporty gray crop top and black sweatpants, she was now
taller, hips wider, and her breasts, though small, had
developed to those of a young adult, now 22-years old.
"Emmie?" I gasped.
Chapter 4
All of her attention had been on Ruby when she opened the
door, as it should well have been, so it was no surprise that
the 22-year old woman standing there in sweatpants and a crop
top didn't immediately recognize me. Those already big green
eyes grew a little bigger once she looked at my face, but my
identity wasn't particularly important right now. "R-Ruby?
W-what's going on?" she asked.
"She stepped on a jellyfish," I said, turning to the side so
that Emmie could see the bottom of her daughter's foot. "I
was just passing by when it happened." I looked down to the
girl in my arms. "I'm going to put you down now. Don't put
any weight on your hurt foot, okay?"
"Okay," she whimpered, and I lowered her down to standing on
one foot, with my hands supporting her under her arms she
hopped forward. I transferred her like that to her mother,
who's hands met mine under Ruby's arms. It dawned on me that
we'd never held hands either 10 years ago.
"I'll go to the store and get some vinegar," I told Emmie,
who looked understandably bewildered by my being there, but
was able to compose herself for Ruby's sake.
"N-no! G-go to the motel's office instead. I saw a sign
there that they had supplies for jellyfish stings on hand,"
she informed me.
"Alright, I'll be right back!" I said, and rushed off. I
couldn't believe this was happening. Emmie was here, with a
child. My child? She had to be, right? Her eyes, they were
just like mine, and her mouth was like my own mother's. Yes,
I had a child. A daughter named Ruby. I'd been a father for
the last...10 years, no, it would have taken 9 months first,
so 9 years, and I never knew it. That meant Emmie had been a
mother since she was 13. It was all so much to process, so
much so that I almost tripped going down the stairs, and once
I got into the office it took me a moment to compose myself
and ask the clerk behind the counter for the jellyfish aid
kit. He handed it over readily, and told me that he would
call the urgent care center down the road to send somebody
just to be safe.
The kit was simple: a bottle of seawater to neutralize any
remaining stingers, a dull butter knife to scrape away any
stingers that might have remained in the skin, and then a
bottle of vinegar to sooth the irritation. I rushed back up
to the room, where Emmie had left the door open, but I did
not see them in the immediate area. "Emmie?!" I called out.
"In here!" came the response from the bathroom just to the
left. I turned and looked into the bathroom, where Emmie had
gotten Ruby into the bathtub. I joined them, and knelt by
the bathtub to address the wound.
"Hold her foot up for me," I told Emmie, who lifted up Ruby's
leg. "This might sting a little, okay?" I told my brave
little girl, who nodded, though was visibly frightened. I
poured some of the seawater over the affected area, and Ruby
flinched, whimpering.
"It's okay, baby. It's okay," Emmie encouraged her. "Your
fath- f-friend here is going to take good care of you." I
wasn't sure if Ruby caught her mother's slip of the tongue,
but I did, glancing her way. Our eyes met for a moment and I
felt that despite all that she may have gone through because
of what we had done in this same room 10 years earlier, she
fully trusted me right now. I turned back to Ruby's foot and
picked up the knife.
"Aa-a-are you going to cut it off?" Ruby asked, her eyes big
as she looked at the harmless blade in my hand.
"No, sweetheart. It's dull and won't cut you at all," I
said, holding it out to her so she could see it up close.
"I'm just going to scrape at the sting and remove any more
little stingers that might be stuck there, okay?"
"Alright," she said with a quaver in her voice. A tear
threatened to roll down her face, and I had to turn my
attention away from that so I wouldn't get needlessly
emotional in the moment also. The site of the sting looked
free of anything else stuck in there, but I had read the
stingers were very small so I probably couldn't have seen
them anyways. I placed the flat edge of the knife against
the foot, and dragged the edge across it, as if I were
shaving the area.
"Owwwww!," Ruby whined, jerking her leg reflexively.
"It's alright honey. Just a little more, okay?" Emmie told
her. I could hear the anxiety in her voice as well. I
scraped the foot with the knife twice more, each time
inspecting the knife afterwards to see if there was anything
on it. Honestly, I have no idea if what I saw on there were
stingers or just dead skin, but there was a thin layer of
some gunk that came off with each pass of the blade.
Setting the knife down, I picked up the bottle of vinegar at
last and poured some on the red angry looking sting. I
couldn't tell if it hurt of not, but Ruby didn't struggle or
whine like she had before. "Does it feel better?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she answered. I heard a siren arrive outside and
knew that was their ride to the care center.
"Go tell them I'll be right down with her," I told Emmie, who
got up and left Ruby and me there. "Can you stand up, just
on one foot?" I asked the little one.
"Yeah." I helped her stand up, inadvertently, but
unavoidably, palming first her chest and then grabbing her
backside in the process. "You touched my boobs," she said
neutrally.
"Sorry," I said, grunting as I picked her up, my already sore
back threatening to revolt outright.
"It's okay. You're my hero right now," Ruby told me, putting
her arms around my neck, and leaning in close to kiss my
cheek. I don't know how much I deserved the label of 'hero,'
but if I had been made of ice, that kiss would have
transformed me into a boiling puddle on the floor.
"I-I uh...t-thank you," I sputtered, blushing. A warmth
welled up inside me as I looked at the preteen in my arms.
This was my daughter. The dreamy way she was looking up at
me was not unlike the way her mother had looked at me
immediately following her orgasm in this very same motel room
where we had unknowingly conceived all those years ago. I
felt a temptation to kiss her, and probably would have
planted one right on her forehead had Emmie not stuck her
head into the room just then.
"C'mon, they're waiting for her," she said.
"R-right, okay," I assented, clearly flustered. As she
stepped aside for me to carry Ruby out of the bathroom, I did
notice a smile on Emmie's face. I couldn't wait for an
opportunity to talk with her.
That opportunity would have to wait, however. While they had
sent a full blown ambulance to take Ruby to the urgent care
center, an unnecessary extravagance in my opinion, there was
only room for one person to make the trip along with her. I
handed the little darling over to the EMT and watched as
Emmie got in the back with her. Just before they closed the
doors, I heard Ruby ask her mother, "How does Ben know to
call you 'Emmie' like everybody else does?" However Emmie
answered that question was not for me to hear, and I watched
it drive off.
I now felt incredibly alone and lost as to what I should do
with myself. Well, maybe not completely lost. In our haste
to get Ruby to the medics, Emmie had left her motel room door
wide open, so I did the courteous thing and went back up to
lock and close it. More than a few other motel guests had
stuck their heads out when they heard the ambulance sirens,
so it fell to me to assure a number of them that it was
nothing serious and that Ruby would be okay.
I paused a moment there in the entry of room 202, just
looking and remembering. The general layout of the room
remained the same, but nearly everything was different. New
sheets on the bed, a lighter color of carpet on the floor, a
flat-screen TV on the bureau, even the picture on the wall
over the bed was different. When I closed my eyes I heard
the ghost of 12-year old Emmie masturbating with my semen,
her life being changed forever, but when I opened them again,
it was an empty room with me standing alone in it. That too
evoked a memory, more sour than the prior one.
I didn't linger there for long, not wanting to snoop among
their belongings, and went into the bathroom to get the
jellyfish kit so it could be returned to the office. I
caught sight of myself in the mirror there. The feeling of
the slap I had given myself in the past returned for a brief
moment. I wondered if I should slap myself again for even
considering that Emmie and I might have a future now. For
all I knew she had a boyfriend back home, a father figure for
Ruby. I couldn't get ahead of myself here. I had started to
do just that before, but I knew how that stayed with me for
so long. Any plans would have to wait until Emmie and Ruby
got back, and we could talk about what, if anything, would
happen next.
I tried to go about my day normally after that, which was a
really hard thing to do. Twice, I stopped by their room to
knock and see if they had returned, but they hadn't. I tried
reading my book, but my mind would just wander away to Emmie
and Ruby and I would have to read the same page again and
again. Only my trip to the grocery store felt close to
normal. Everything was done with a tinge of anxiety and
anticipation for seeing them again. I got like that for any
future event that was looming, from dentist appointments to
work deadlines, so it was no wonder I was on edge wanting to
see my former lover and our child again.
The doughnut shop across the street had transformed into a
Chinese food buffet, so that was where I dined with an eye
out the window to watch for their return. I realized while
spooning up another helping of fried rice that I didn't know
how they would get back, but it probably would not be in
another ambulance. Hopefully the care center had some sort
of a courtesy car or there was a ride-sharing service that
even operated out here away from the more heavily populated
coastal towns. I even entertained the idea of driving over
there myself, but realized it might be awkward to impose upon
Emmie there for a very personal chat. I didn't even know her
last name to ask after them at reception.
A greasy little box of leftovers (and a greasy little bout of
heartburn) came home with me, and I took a long evening walk
on the beach. Ruby's sandcastle was in pretty poor shape and
the shapeless predator that sent my vacation into one hell of
a detour was nowhere to be found. I happened upon a family
that was also out for a walk, parents and two girls, each
about 6 or 7. The sound of them laughing and giggling,
calling for their mother and father's attention made me want
to make up for lost time with Ruby. I just had to hope that
Emmie would let me.
Arriving back at the motel, I spotted a figure with brown
hair standing at the door of my room. "Emmie," I called out,
and she turned to see me. She closed the distance between
us, and met me. "How's Ruby?" I asked her.
"She's fine, doing great. The doctors said that aside from
the swelling and redness on her foot, it would heal up in a
few days and she'd be just fine," Emmie told me.
"Good. Good, I'm glad," I said, sighing with relief. An
awkward moment passed between us before we both started to
laugh. "Can you believe this?" I asked her.
"No, not in a million years, or even ten," she answered,
making me laugh even harder. So hard in fact that the
occupant of the room we were standing in front actually came
to the door to see what the noise was all about. We each
apologized, and walked down to my door. "The office gave me
your room number, so I came looking for you," Emmie explained
on the way. "Ruby fell asleep in our room, so I thought I'd
come look you up."
"You found me. What are you guys doing here, anyways?" I
asked her.
"Today is ten years to the day we, you know," she pointed out
what I already knew.
"Yeah, I know. I just...I didn't think you'd be here too."
"I had a little time off from work, so I thought I'd take
Ruby and relive the past a little."
"I did the same thing," I chuckled, as we came to a stop
outside my room. "Do you want to come inside?" I asked her,
no ulterior motives in mind...well okay, maybe I had one
little one, but I wasn't counting on that happening.
"Yeah. I'm so tired," she sighed. "I just want to lay down."
"That sounds familiar," I quipped, earning a slap on my
shoulder from an embarrassed but grinning young woman while I
unlocked the door.
"You're bad," she giggled.
"No so much anymore," I retorted, opening the door for my
guest. Inside, Emmie made herself at home, laying down on my
bed with a groan as she stretched out. God she looked good.
If knocking up girls at 12 made all women look like her a
decade later, the beauty industry would start lobbying for
changes to the laws. I sat down on the bed beside her and
asked what was already obvious, but I still needed to.
"She's mine, isn't she?"
"Of course. Couldn't be anybody else's," was the answer.
"What about Josh?" I asked, saying that name for the first
time in a long time.
Emmie laughed. "God, you remember that? No. Josh and I
hadn't fooled around for a few months before that day, and by
the time we would have gotten the chance to again, I was
already showing. Ruby is one-hundred percent yours, you old
pervert."
"Hey now. Watch who you're calling a pervert. I seem to
recall a very eager little girl showing up at my door wanting
to 'do it again,' and stripping off all her clothes the
moment she got inside."
"Haha, yeah, fine, but you should have known better, mister
adult." She sighed. "I just wanted to cum so badly since I
saw you do it the night before and I didn't get to. It would
have been impossible to do it in my room with my parents and
grandparents around. I was just going to go and finger
myself alone, but then I thought maybe the nice man with the
big dick who could shoot nice big globs from the pool might
want to join me."
"And look how all that worked out for you."
"No kidding," she sighed. You married?"
"I'm not now. I was a year ago."
"Oh. I'm sorry." She was quiet a moment. "What about back
then?"
"Nah. It was purely a spur of the moment mid-life crisis
type of thing. Just a big misguided mistake." The irony of
why my marriage failed and today's revelations suddenly
struck me, and I began to laugh. "She and I were so focused
on having a baby, and when that didn't happen it all went to
shit. Now it turns out I have a kid I never knew." I
stretched out and laid down beside Emmie, groaning as my back
reminded me of the day's work. "I'm sorry about all that.
If I had known there was even a chance you might get
pregnant, I would have done something differently...probably."
"No, no! It's fine, really," she assured me. "I was just as
surprised as you are. I seriously hadn't had my first period
yet, and wasn't even thinking about it, even when you asked.
I was just a kid."
"Was it tough?"
"Kinda. My parents freaked out, of course."
"What did you tell them?" I asked, now suddenly worried for
my own sake legally.
"Well, before I could really say anything, they got so
insistent that I was raped and abused," she paused and turned
her head to look at me, "which you absolutely did not do to
me, I don't blame you one bit." I nodded in agreement and
she looked back at the ceiling. "Anyways, they kinda already
made up in their heads what had happened, so I just went
along with it. When I went to pee, some random stranger
grabbed me, forced himself on me, and Ruby was born 9 months
later. That's been the story I've told them all along."
"You asked me if I was married, what about you? Boyfriend?"
"No, no. When everything went down, my parents pulled me out
of school and home-schooled me until Ruby was born. Then it
was off to a private girls' boarding school where the only
penises were pictures in Renaissance art books. College and
then work have pretty much torpedoed my social life."
"A boarding school? Huh. So your parents raised Ruby then?"
"Yeah. They were doing the whole, 'Emmie is your big sis,'
lie to her, but then my brother spilled the beans to her to
get back at my mother for some reason. I've only been 'out'
as Ruby's mom for 3 years now really."
"That must have been confusing for her," I commented, not
even able to imagine what that sort of revelation would be
like for a 6-year old.
"She took it in stride. It's not like I was a total stranger
or anything, and she already looked up to and adored me as
her big sister. I think it was harder on my mom though,
since she was all worried that Ruby would resent her for the
lie, but Ruby would never do that."
"She's a really sweet kid," I agreed.
"Mmhmm. She's our girl." I felt Emmie's hand on mine, and I
took it. I looked over at her, and she was looking back at
me. After what I'd gone through with Emmie before and the
disaster of my marriage, I was hesitant to say something new
was happening between us. I was scared of even thinking of
it and going too fast again.
"S-so," I said, turning my gaze back to the ceiling. "What
comes next?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, eventually you and Ruby are going to go back to your
lives, and I'm going to go back to mine. I don't want to not
have a relationship with her now that I know she exists."
"Oh, of course not! I wouldn't think of keeping her away
from you."
"I know you wouldn't and it's not you I'm worried about,
but...she's proof that we, well, that I broke the law. I
can't exactly go acknowledging her as my daughter, at least
not right away if your parents hate my guts."
"Oh...I could try talking to them, get them to accept you,"
Emmie offered. I just shook my head.
"Picture Ruby in your place 10 years ago. Would you not go
after the guy if she did the same thing?" Emmie was
strangely silent. "Emmie?"
"I'm thinking about it," she said, but still did not give an
answer right away.
"Really?" I asked her incredulously. "You would be okay with
that?"
"Well I did it!" Emmie reminded me, sounding a little
annoyed. "And so did you, I'll remind you. Don't tell me
you didn't also check out your own daughter's body earlier
today."
"I..." She had me there. "Okay, I may have for just a
minute," I admitted, which had Emmie turning to look at me
with her mouth open and her green eyes nice and big.
"You horny pedo!" she called me, although she did so in a
gleeful manner instead of being angry.
"Whoa now, I'm not the one taking a long time to decide if
her daughter getting creampie'd by a stranger is a good thing
or not!" I lobbed right back at her. We both realized what a
preposterous argument this was that we were having, and
started to laugh together. "We're both kind of fucked up
people, aren't we?" I asked her.
"Yeah, I guess so!" she agreed before sitting up and
stretching her arms out. "I should really get back. I don't
want Ruby to wake up alone if she's in pain or needs
something."
"Alright," I said, groaning in an attempt to sit up as well.
"Forgive me if I don't see you to the door. I had to carry
my 9-year old daughter around today." Emmie swung her legs
to get off the bed, but stopped, and turned back to me.
"You know, I heard what Ruby said to you just before you
carried her down to the ambulance." She leaned down and
kissed me softly on the cheek. "Today you were my hero too."
"Are you sure you can't stay a little longer?" I asked her.
"I'm not fully convinced of how grateful you are." Emmie did
pause a moment, coyly biting her lower lip in consideration.
"I wouldn't want to hurt your back," she said in a not so
subtle way before getting up from the bed and exiting my
room. She still had a knack for leaving me wanting more.
Chapter 5
When I opened my eyes it was morning. Despite all the stuff
I had on my mind, I was able to sleep well enough. As usual,
I spent my first few waking moments looking at my phone.
Normally I would browse the latest news, but this time I had
something more important and personally concerning on my
mind. I looked up which law I had broken with Emmie in the
past.
Sexual abuse in the third degree appeared to fit the
circumstances, and to my surprise the statute of limitations
had conveniently expired when Emmie turned 22. Despite the
good news that I would probably not face any legal
consequences now if I were to openly declare myself to be
Ruby's father, it was still sobering to read an actual law
that I had broken. I know Emmie said the night before that
she didn't blame me and that in her mind I had done nothing
wrong, I still felt bad knowing that blind justice thought
otherwise.
A knock at my door spurred me out of bed, and when I peered
through the peephole a pair of lovely brunettes, one big one
little, were seen on the other side, holding a box.
"Good morning, Ben!" exclaimed Ruby joyfully when I opened
the door, thrusting a box of fresh doughnuts at me. She wore
a gray sweatshirt with a logo for some elementary school I'd
never head of and a pair of blue sweatpants with white
stripes running up the legs. Flip-flops were on her feet,
and I saw that her jellyfish stung right foot was wrapped in
a tan colored bandage wrap. Her long brown hair was loose
and flowing freely down her back.
"Good morning, Ruby cutie!" I replied, now feeling quite the
opposite from just a few moments ago. "Are those for me?"
"No! They're for all of us!" Ruby insisted. I stepped
aside, and in she marched with her coveted offerings as
though she were delivering something of great importance.
Right behind her came Emmie, who was dressed in sweats like
her daughter.
"Good morning, Emmie," I said, awkwardly wondering if I
should hug her or something. She didn't quite have the same
hesitation and readily pecked me on the cheek.
"Good morning, Ben," she replied. "How's your back?" she
asked with her characteristic grin and light in her eyes.
"Better, thanks. I see you found where the doughnut shop
disappeared to."
"Yeah. Spotted it last night on the way back from the
hospital. I remembered how doughnuts turned your head before."
"You don't remember that well, because it wasn't the
doughnuts I was looking at on the stairs," I flirted right
back.
"What are you guys talking about?" asked the youngest person
in the room, her words mumbled through a mouthful of
doughnut. Emmie took a conspicuous step away from me, which
I judged to be only because Ruby was watching us now.
"Nothing, Ru, and didn't we agree in the car that Ben would
get to pick first from the box?" Emmie answered, deflecting
another astute question from her daughter, who was in the
middle of taking another bite from a chocolate frosted
doughnut with sprinkles all over it.
"Oops, sorry," she apologized sheepishly.
"That's alright, Ruby cutie," I said coming over to her
side. There was a smear of chocolate frosting at the corner
of her mouth, and I stooped down to kiss/lick it from her.
No sooner did I lift my face away, than Ruby was rubbing at
her mouth.
"Ewww," she giggled. "You licked me!"
"I was just getting my share of the first doughnut," I told
her. I glanced back at Emmie, who had her face covered with
her palm, shaking her head.
"You two really are a pair," she put in.
"Yes, well, the--" I began, only to stop myself before
quoting an idiom that might tell Ruby just who I was to her.
I wasn't sure how Emmie wanted to tell her, and I didn't want
to force the issue. "The, uh, frosting looked too good to
ignore," I said instead, although I could see that Ruby
caught my hesitation.
"Ruby, do you have something you want to ask Ben?" Emmie
spoke up, sensing that I needed a bail out.
"Oh, yeah!" Ruby piped up, adequately distracted. "Do you
want to come with us to the sea lion refuge? My mom said it
was really cool when she came here as a little girl." I
looked back at Emmie just to ensure this was a legit invite
and not just the whim of an over-friendly child. She nodded
in agreement.
"I would love to," I answered my little one.
"I was thinking that we would leave in about an hour or so,"
Emmie added. "I gotta scrub the little doughnut muncher down
since she didn't get her bath last night, plus we need to
keep her foot dry."
"Yeah," Ruby spoke up. "I guess I can't go in the pool with
you like you said," she said to me, referring to my
off-handed comment the day before that we might cross paths
at the motel pool.
"The pool?" Emmie asked. "When did you want to take my
daughter to the pool, Ben?" she asked me, a smirk on her
face, clearly thinking what I thought she was thinking.
"Oh, uh, just, yesterday, before she hurt her foot," I
explained, sounding, despite my best efforts, like I was
trying to cover something up, "we talked a little bit, and
she told me you two were staying at the same motel as me, and
I said maybe we'd see each other at the pool."
"Uh huh," Emmie hummed, running her tongue over her teeth
behind closed lips, nodding her head. I had little doubt
that she was just teasing me, but Ruby piped up, not noticing
the sarcastic tone from her mother.
"He's right, Mommy! Ben was just making sure that I wasn't
alone on the beach. He's really nice." As if to prove her
point, Ruby threw her arms around me and hugged tightly. I
just turned my head and looked up at Emmie with a smug smile
on my face, while trying to keep it together emotionally from
being suddenly hugged by my daughter.
"I feel like I'm never going to win against you two," Emmie
sighed. "C'mon, Ru. Let's go get washed up and dressed."
"Okay," Ruby answered, smooching me on the cheek again before
releasing her arms around me, and going to join her mom, but
not before she pilfered two more doughnuts from the box.
"We'll meet you in the parking lot at 9," Emmie told me as I
came over to escort the pair to the door.
"I'll be there with bells on," I replied before seeing them
out.
An hour later I stood somewhat awkwardly in the motel parking
lot. I didn't know what kind of car Emmie drove, so I
couldn't wait beside it, so instead I just waited with my
gaze on the door numbered 202. At last they emerged, both
waving to me from the balcony above before making their way
down. Ruby, by virtue of her youthful exuberance was first
to join me, having changed her clothes into a multi-colored
t-shirt featuring some cartoon princess I'd never heard of
and a skirt with a yellow and blue flower pattern on it. As
for Emmie, this was the first time I'd seen her adult form
wearing anything other than baggy formless sweats. She wore
a light green tank-top, which exposed portions of a cream
colored bra underneath, and a pair of stretch denim shorts
that she must have used pliers to pull on. I might have
drooled just a little bit as I stared at her.
At Ruby's insistence, I sat in the back seat with her, while
Emmie did the driving. It surprised me just how open and
friendly Ruby was with me, considering we'd only known each
other less than a day by this point. I found out that she
and Emmie had only recently moved out of Emmie's parents'
house and into a small studio apartment. I got the
impression that Emmie's mother was one of those controlling
types who needed to keep her nose in her adult daughter's
business, but was otherwise beginning to let her be more
independent. I had to wonder if the assault she believed
Emmie had suffered made her more clingy and over-protective.
I also learned in which city they lived, which was a roughly
5 hour drive from where I did. It was still way too early to
be thinking like this, but if Emmie and I were to ever move
in together, one of us would have to find a new job. Her job
was precisely why Emmie had such a slim figure. While in
high school she had been a member of the swim team and the
track team. Movement and exercise was just something she
took to, and so once out of college she'd gotten a job as a
swimming and fitness trainer at a local health club. She
hoped to eventually become a health and physical education
teacher at a school. She'd be the first wet dream for many a
school boy, I thought.
A 20 minute drive led us to the sea lion refuge. I'd been
there many years ago, before Emmie was even born, so I had a
rather vague familiarity with it, but it clearly had
undergone some modernizing upgrades to make it more tourist
friendly while also protecting the wildlife. At several
points Ruby had inserted herself between Emmie and I, holding
each of our hands. I wondered if we looked like a family,
but was our appearance like the two parents of a little girl,
or did I look like the father of two daughters that were 9
years apart in age. However we looked to other people, more
than once it became obvious that Ruby was trying to force the
former instead of the latter. She'd picked up on the signals
between Emmie and I, and was trying to play Cupid. More than
once she tricked Emmie and I into holding hands. It was
cute, really, and while I was willing to go for it, I
sometimes felt like Emmie was hesitant.
Ruby and I were practically joined at the hip, the only
exception being when she excused herself to use the restroom
after having lunch, giving me an opportunity to talk to Emmie
about some pressing sensitive matters.
"You're really good with her," Emmie observed while we sat on
a bench waiting for our girl.
"I like kids," I replied, adding after I saw the knowing look
she gave me, "I didn't mean it that way." A took a breath,
afraid of sounding like I was forcing the issue, but I needed
to know. "Have you thought about telling her about me? Who
I am to her."
"A little," Emmie answered. "I'd already been thinking about
it actually. Sooner or later she's going to do the math
between my age and her age and realize just how young I was
when she was born. It would be the kind of thing you tell
her when the time was right, you know?"
"I guess so," I nodded.
"How she feels about that fact, might also affect how she
feels about knowing it was you. I don't want her to hate you
for it, like my parents would. I don't think I could swear
her to secrecy either, because she blabs to my mom about
everything, and if she said that we found her father, I think
my mom would go ballistic."
"Mm, makes sense. I looked up the law on my phone this
morning," I told her. "The statute of limitations ran out
when you turned 22, so I'm in the clear legally at least."
"You got away with it then," Emmie teased with a smirk. "Um,
there's something I kind of need to ask you about though, and
it's kind of awkward actually." She really did look
uncomfortable for the first time that I'd known her.
"What is it?"
"Well, since moving out of my parents' house with Ruby,
money's been kind of tight." Oh, it was that.
"Say no more. I'll do what I can for my girl," I said
without hesitation.
"Really?!" I felt a little hurt by how surprised she sounded
that I was willing to pay unforced child support to her.
"Yes, really. I don't know how much I can spare month to
month, but I want to help you guys as much as I can. I
should at least do that, if nothing else for what I'm
responsible for." It was an offer I was going to make even
if she hadn't brought it up, and it looked like I had just
set her mind at ease. That didn't change how surprised I was
that she suddenly hugged me.
"Are you guys hugging?!" asked a little girl making her
return known, who I'm sure thought her efforts at matchmaking
were paying off.
"Just a little," I told Ruby, as Emmie sheepishly withdrew
her arms from my neck in front of our daughter.
"Are you gonna get married now!?!" Ruby followed up excitedly.
"Ruby, we talked about this, remember?" Emmie said sternly.
I got the feeling Ruby had been lobbying on my behalf when I
wasn't around.
"But you like each other, right?" she persisted. "You said
that you and Ben were friends a long time ago too." It
appeared that Emmie had said something to her about our past
after all.
"You're right," I spoke up. "We are friends, and we do get
along really well," I said, trying to keep things as factual
as possible without oversharing, "but getting married is a
really big deal. I got married once and it didn't work out
so well, and that was because it was for the wrong reasons,
okay?" I reached out and took Ruby's hands. "If your mom
and I," I paused, looking to Emmie for a moment, hoping that
I wasn't speaking out of turn, "if we ever do get married, I
want it to be for the right reasons so that nobody is ever
sad later, understand?"
"I guess," my little love said, plainly disappointed. Emmie
reached her hand out and put it on top of mine that was
holding Ruby's.
"Even if we don't get married, Ben is going to be our friend
for a long time. I promise," she added.
"Forever?" Ruby asked, hopeful, but still a bit deflated.
"Forever," I answered, giving her hands a tug in my
direction. Never had a group hug felt so good to me.
We headed back to the motel not long after that, Ruby
allowing me to sit up front next to Emmie on the drive back,
subsequently falling asleep in the back, giving me and Emmie
a chance to chat a little more. "I'm sorry about that whole
marriage thing," she offered. "This isn't the first time
that Ruby has asked if I was going to marry a man I so much
as smiled at."
"It's okay. I suppose it was only a matter of time before it
came up anyways."
"Do you want to?" she asked after a moment. "M-marry me, I
mean." There was something in the way she said it that
reminded me of that 12-year old girl at my door years ago.
"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it since I
laid eyes on you yesterday," I admitted. "I wasn't kidding
when I told Ruby that it would need to be for the right
reasons though. You and I, we hardly know each other, you
know? My ex and I got married after only 6 months. We have,
what, barely 48 hours over the last 10 years?"
"That, and 3 orgasms between the two of us," she added,
making me smile. "Tons more if you count all the times I
touched myself thinking about it afterwards," she noted
further. She glanced up into the rear view mirror at the
sleeping girl in the back. "Do you, uh, do you want to spend
the night?" she asked me.
"What the what?" I asked, thinking I might have misheard her.
"Spend the night. Like a sleepover. You know, wear pajamas,
have pillow fights, give each other make-overs, talk about
boys we like," she explained. "Maybe some other stuff too."
"Are you serious?" I asked her. "What about," I pointed with
my thumb over my shoulder at the back seat.
"Oh, she'll be there too. She'll be asleep before 10pm
though, and when she's out, it's like a switch is flipped,"
Emmie assured me confidently. "So?" she glanced my way with
a raised eyebrow.
"I would think you of all people should know how I respond to
suggestions from hot young things." The smile my answer put
on Emmie's face would have given the Mona Lisa a run for her
money.
Sure enough, when we got back to the motel, waking Ruby and
getting her out of the car was a Sisyphean task. She perked
up a bit when told that I would be over later that evening,
but I felt like I needed a bit of a nap myself after a busy
first half of the day. We went our separate ways at the
stairs and I soon was laying on my bed with my novel,
starting to doze off, when a knock at my door gave me a
peculiar sense of déjà vu.
If I was wearing a watch, I might have looked at it to make
sure this was the right decade. Aside from the lack of curls
in her hair and untanned skin, Emmie was at my door wearing a
white-outlined blue tankini top and a little pair of pink
shorts. She was also a young adult now, but I wasn't going
to complain. "Wha?" was just about the only intelligent word
I could form at that moment.
"Little miss sleepyhead decided to continue her car nap in
the room. Do you want to do it again?" she quoted to me from
the past, a bright sparkle in her green eyes.
"A-am I dreaming?" I asked her before remembering what I
should have said. "G-get in here!" I stepped aside, gawking
as she walked in. "Where did you get that outfit?" I asked
her, still not believing it myself.
"I found it while shopping for this trip. Well, the shorts
anyways," she said, turning in a circle for me to get a good
long look. "You wouldn't believe how hard it was to find the
swimsuit online though. I just figured if I was going to
relive the past, I might as well do so in style, right?" She
walked over to the bed, and bent over, waggling her rear end
at me. "I seem to recall a dirty old man telling me what he
wanted to do to me in shorts like these when I was younger.
The pervert knew I was only 12, too." She looked back at me,
but not at my face, and smiled.
My cock had throbbed its way to an almost painfully hard
state before she stepped foot in my room, and where she was
looking told me that the tent in my pants hadn't gone
unnoticed. "Really?" I asked her, playing along, as I
unbuttoned the cargo shorts I had worn. "I seem to recall
catching a young girl about that same age in the hot tub here
one time who was so desperate to get herself off that she
showed me her cute little pussy so I could jerk off on it."
I pulled down the zipper, and pushed down my shorts and the
boxers I wore underneath. Emmie groaned at the sight of the
shaft, and wagged her ass at me again.
"God, Ben, get over here and touch me. I'm dripping."
Coming up behind her, I placed my hands on her hips, and
pulled down those pink shorts. Much to my surprise, there
was not a matching pair of bikini bottoms under them, just a
lovely bare ass and a pair of pussy lips between her thighs.
"I'm not disappointed or anything, but I think you forgot to
wear something," I joked with her, placing my hand between
her legs to rub her sex. She wasn't kidding about the
dripping either.
"Put it in already," she moaned, pushing back against my
hand, as if she were trying to take it inside of her. "I've
been thinking about this for ten years already, stop making
me wait." As much as I wanted to tease her for being so
needy, I also had been thinking about this moment for a
decade, and rubbed the head of my cock down the crack of her
ass to press it between those soft lips once more. Where
12-year old Emmie would have pulled away timidly, 22-year old
Emmie pushed down, and we groaned together as our bodies
became one at last.
"Fucking hell, you're tight," I gasped, plunging my 6 inches
deep within. There was nothing but sweet hot wet pressure
all over my dick. Aside from our first encounter, the
closest I'd gotten to screwing a preteen was my high school
girl friend that I lost my virginity to. Even that
singularly memorable experience did not feel this amazing.
"Pound me. Fuck my tight pussy like you wanted. Give me
what I was too scared to let you do," Emmie insisted,
thrusting herself backwards at me to take me as deep as could
be. I placed my hands on her hips, held her firmly in place,
and did just what she asked.
All that lust I had felt for her so long ago came roaring
back, and though I had noticed during my brief marriage that
I didn't have the same stamina for love making as when I was
younger, just being with Emmie made me feel young again. I
thrust into her at a rapid pace, making her moan and yelp
every time my hips slammed against her buttocks. The
slapping of our flesh together mixed with the wet squelching
of my pistoning in and out of her wet hole. She twisted
back, looking at me, mouth agape and I felt her go first.
I don't think I've ever had a lover orgasm before I did.
Maybe that's not something I should admit to, considering
what it probably says about my own sexual performance, but
Emmie was also the most sexually eager of the half-dozen
women I'd been with in my life, both now and when she was
only 12; she had come to cum. "Ohhhhhh Ben, ohhhhhhh!" she
moaned loudly, putting her head down on the bed while her
body shook without and contracted and flexed within. It was
a wholly different experience than when I had witnessed her
stifle any noise while she fingered Ruby into existence on
the same bed where Ruby now slept at the other end of the
building.
I kept fucking her right through that climax, and knew I
couldn't keep this pace for long. Not only was I panting as
I pushed my physical limits, I just found everything about
her so insanely hot at the moment. It contrasted sharply
with my last sexual experience over a year earlier, which had
amounted to little more than a passionless sperm injection
into an infertile woman that just laid there. I knew that if
Emmie came again, I would too, so I was strangely grateful
that she told me to, "S-stop. I-I want to turn over. F-fuck
me on my back."
Pulling out, I took a step back and tried to catch my
breath. Emmie wasted no time in turning over and scooting
back onto the bed, where she then pulled off the tankini top
to bare her pert little breasts. She spread her legs and
with her fingers spread her lips. "Get back in here. I miss
you already." I noted that she was shaved bare and that
there was also a scar just above her mound. Taking a deep
breath, I likewise pulled off my shirt, and moved in on top
of her on the bed. Her hand gripped the shaft, and placed me
right back inside of her.
We kissed, then gasped and moaned together, my mouth to hers,
our hips rolling together as one. "You feel so much better
than my fingers and my vibrator," she told me, wrapping her
arms across my back.
"You're a definite upgrade from a hand, yourself," I panted,
still trying to catch my breath as I moved in and out of her
at a steady, but slower pace than before.
"Mmm," she giggled. "My pussy really feels good for you?"
she asked, in a way that made me think she was doubting it.
"The best," I told her, which wasn't an exaggeration in my
experience. "You're like a dream come true."
"This is how we should have done it," she said, moaning as my
motions gradually increased. "We should have made Ruby like
this, during my first time."
"I wasn't going to force you," I huffed. "I understood back
then why you didn't want to."
"No," she shook her head. "I wanted to...God, I wanted
to...I was just so scared. Even Josh never went as far with
me as you did that day."
"Don't talk about Josh," I jokingly scolded her, kissing her
again to prevent any smart response. She tensed up all over
when I kissed her, but not in a bad way. Her tight walls
seemed to press around me even harder as I thrust in and out
of their embrace. The arms around my back pulled me closer,
and her spread legs rose up on either side of me like human
guardrails as her knees bent.
"I think you're jealous," she gasped in a teasing tone once
my lips released. "Don't be. I never thought of or wanted
Josh again after that day. It's just been you. Every time I
came for the last 10 years, I've been thinking of you and
what if you'd pushed inside." Emmie knew how to boost an old
man's ego, that was for sure.
"Is that what you were thinking about, when I watched you
finger yourself?" I asked, our conversation pushing me
towards the edge, which I was pretty sure was the intent
behind it.
"Mmhmm," she hummed at me. "That's when I knew...I knew I
wanted to feel your...your cock inside...pushing in
me...filling me...fucking my pussy...I wanted to get
fu-unnhn...fucked in my kid pussy by your gr-nnnhn...grown up
co-aaahhh-ock..." She was having to break up her words now
to groan. I was pumping my shaft into her at nearly the same
speed as I had been from behind. "Shoooooting it all
deeeeeeeeeep insiiiiide!" She cried out, and her pussy
started to clench from all angles. I wasn't far behind her,
but there was something I needed to know at that very moment,
given our history together.
"Inside you? Is it safe?" I sputtered out, knowing that I
would probably shoot at least once inside her before I would
be able to pull out entirely. Her emphatic reply couldn't
have been more perfect.
"Ruby wants a brother!"
I pushed in deep, and did my best.
Chapter 6
Emmie's legs wrapped around my waist as my semen pumped into
her. I could feel a firm structure pressing back against the
tip of my cock, and seeing as how I was literally balls deep
inside of her, I was pretty sure it was the mouth of her womb
that I was coating with millions of sperm.
"I can feel it!" Emmie moaned, tightening her arms, legs, and
vagina around me. "I feel you cumming in me...holy shit,
it's happening..." There was such reverence in her voice, as
if she were in awe of my orgasm. She may have been 22, but
there was a distinctly adolescent aspect to her at this
intimate moment.
I thrust a few more times, though it was difficult to do so
with how she was clinging to me, and felt my orgasm subside.
We lay together like that for a moment, two naked bodies
(except for my socks) pressed together, breathing and basking
in the afterglow. Her arms and legs relaxed their grip, and
I rolled off of her to the side, laying beside her on the bed
just as we had done the night before under less intimate
circumstances.
"I should tell you," she said after a moment of reflective
silence, "that was my first time."
"It was?" I asked, shocked by that confession.
"Yeah. Boarding school where nobody had a dick, remember?"
she reminded me. "I mean, I messed around with some of the
other girls there, but you're the first guy to actually fuck
me." She reached over with her hand and placed it on my
slick withering organ, almost possessively. "I...I did
everything right, right?" she asked me, sounding once again
like a vulnerable child.
"Yeah," I assured her, still thinking about the funny reality
that I had just now taken her virginity 10 years after she
gave birth to my child. "You did great, I mean...it's hard
to do it wrong." I reached my hand over to her body,
mirroring her, and placed it on her bald mound. Not even any
stubble, I noticed, suggesting she had probably shaved it
this morning, perhaps in anticipation of sex with me. I
found and traced the line of the scar there with my finger.
"You noticed it," she said.
"Yeah. Sorry. It's because of me."
"No. It was both of us, remember. Both of us and Ruby.
It's the best kind of scar to have." She turned onto her
side towards me and cuddled up close. "Don't blame yourself
for any of it, not ever," she insisted, sighing.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked her.
"If we should get married," she answered.
"Do you want to?"
"I don't know...I like you and all, and so does Ruby, but..."
she paused and turned her eyes to my face, as if she were
afraid to keep talking.
"It's okay, you won't hurt me," I assured her, thinking I
knew what she was thinking.
"I don't...'love' you, you know? At least not yet, but...I
get so turned on thinking about you." I was wrong, it hurt a
little bit to hear that, but I understood. "You told Ruby
that you didn't want to marry somebody for the wrong reasons,
and...I think I feel the same way, only I don't know what the
'right reasons' would be for us to do it."
"Makes sense," I said, now being the one to sigh. "We could
try dating and see where it goes," I offered.
"We live so far apart though," Emmie pointed out. "One of us
would have to move to really make it work. I just got my job
a few months ago, and Ruby would have to leave her school and
friends, so...would you move?" she put to me.
"I don't know, at least I don't right now. I'd have to give
up my seniority at work and the salary that comes with it."
As if on cue, both Emmie and I sighed at the same time. We
looked at each other and smiled, albeit a little sadly. "We
could just be fuck buddies then," I suggested.
"A 5 hour booty call?" Emmie laughed.
"Ten hours actually. One of us would need to drive back."
"Ugh, sounds even worse. I'm already not looking forward to
the three hours it'll take me to drive home tomorrow," Emmie
said.
"You're leaving tomorrow?!" I asked, caught completely by
surprise with the information she just volunteered.
"Oh...yeah. Sorry, I should have said something," Emmie
apologized. "I only got just these couple of days off since
it's in the middle of the week." She was right. Even though
we had met on the weekend 10 years ago, this time around it
was Wednesday. "Me and Ruby will be out of here around 9 in
the morning so I can be back at the gym in time for the
afternoon sessions. I didn't mean to hide it from you."
"No, it's okay. I should have asked how long you were here.
We could have fit in some more times to to this," I said,
giving her pussy a rub. Emmie growled playfully at that.
"Hey," I added, "what you said about Ruby wanting a
brother...did we, uh, just repeat history here?"
"I dunno. Maybe," she answered, sounding entirely
unconcerned by the prospect. "I think this is one of my
'safe days,' so I wouldn't worry too much about it."
"Oh." The way I said that must have sounded disappointed,
because Emmie hugged herself closer to me.
"I'm sure if we keep doing this, it'll happen again
eventually. You do want it to happen again, don't you?" she
asked me.
"I'm already trying to wrap my head around having one kid, so
I'd appreciate it if we could hold off on a second for a few
years at least. I think your parents would lose their minds
if you came home from the beach knocked up again." Emmie
laughed at that.
"They don't even know we came here. My mom would probably
totally lose her shit if she knew I came back to this place.
She actually wanted to sue the entire town over me getting
pregnant."
"Please don't ever introduce me to your mother," I deadpanned.
"She'd probably cut this off," Emmie responded just as
expressionless, grabbing my penis, and then giving it a few
yanks. "This thing going to get hard again soon? I wanna do
it again."
"Probably not for a few hours," I answered. Age had taken
it's toll on my ability to rebound from an orgasm, and while
I might have been able to do it all over again quickly 10
years ago, I knew from all those months trying to conceive
that I needed more time.
"Bleh, fine. Old people are no fun," Emmie said getting up
from the bed...and then squeaking in surprise as semen
dribbled from her pussy lips.
"It'll do that when you stand up," I educated the
recently-deflowered.
"It didn't last time," she said, annoyed, holding her hand
between her legs to catch the drips.
"I only gave you a little squirt last time, and then we
toweled you off, remember? Speaking of, want one?"
"Just like old times," she sighed, sitting back down on the
edge of the bed, as I got up to head for the bathroom. In
there I caught a look at myself in the mirror again. Because
it was my own reflection, I didn't really notice how much I'd
aged since the last time I had done this, but I was in a far
better place emotionally and more realistic and optimistic
about the future than last time, so I didn't feel the urge to
slap myself and sober up.
I returned and she gratefully took the towel from me. "So
are we still on for the sleepover?" I asked, wondering if our
sex had negated the need for it.
"Of course," she answered, wiping between her legs. "Ruby
and I already kinda talked about it last night, as sort of a
what if, and she really wanted to do it, so you'd better not
disappoint her. Or me. I want to say good bye to you
properly this time." Emmie was looking at a particular part
of me when she said that, and then got up from the bed to
gather her clothes.
"Do you guys want to meet up for dinner?" I asked her.
"Nah. That's okay, you can rest up if you want. Just come
by around 9. We're not going to stay up real late since I
have that long drive to make tomorrow," she said, pulling up
her shorts. "I'm gonna run to the store, get some snacks and
stuff."
"Oh, okay." I wasn't disappointed by her declining to have
dinner together, but it did feel a little like a blow off.
It did feel like we had spent every moment here together,
though. Emmie pulled on her top, concealing her tits,
although her nipples still managed to make their presence
known through the fabric. She turned to me, threw her arms
around my neck and stood up on her toes to press her lips
against mine, in a not so subtle reminder of the kiss I stole
from her so long ago. Her breasts pressed into my bare
chest, and my naked penis rubbed against her firm but soft
tummy. I wrapped my arms around her, thinking that maybe,
just maybe, I might get hard again and keep her there a
little longer, but she released her lips before that could
occur. "Back then," I just had to ask, "that wasn't your
first kiss, was it?" She lowered her heels to the floor and
thought for a moment.
"No, but it was way better." She slipped her arms from
around my neck, and I let go of her. "Nine," she said,
reminding me.
"I'll be there," I confirmed, and once again, watched her
leave my motel room after an encounter full of sexual firsts
for the two of us.
My delayed nap took charge of the rest of my afternoon,
followed by a light dinner of my Chinese food leftovers from
the night before. A stroll on the beach followed before I
returned to my room to change into what I felt would be
sleepover suitable attire. I hadn't planned on spending the
night in any beds other than my own, but I did pack a pair of
sweatpants, so that at least would be better than just
showing up at their door in a t-shirt and boxers.
Dressed for the occasion, I, accompanied by the box of
remaining doughnuts, made my way to the other end of the
motel and knocked on the door shortly after 9pm. I heard an
exclamation of delight from within, and the sound of two
feet, one lightly bandaged, rushing to the door. "Hi Ben!"
exclaimed my new favorite little girl. Looking at her for
the first time in several hours, I realized I could have
showed up in just a t-shirt and boxers, as she herself was
wearing just a t-shirt and panties.
"H-hello Ruby," I greeted her in return, my attention drawn
to her attire as she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the
room. Therein I saw Emmie, who was dressed similarly to our
daughter, though her t-shirt exposed her midriff, and her
panties contoured closer to her body, whereas Ruby's were
obviously of a less sexy style meant only to cover her tender
parts. "Would you like me to step outside for a moment, so
you two can get dressed?" I joked, appreciating the view.
"No, this is how we sleep," Ruby responded, missing the
joke. "Well, but sometimes me and Mommy don't even wear our
underwear," she giggled. I looked at Emmie, who just
shrugged and nodded.
"Well, that's...interesting," I told Ruby, who just giggled
harder while I set down the doughnut box on the table already
containing a bag of chips and a box of cookies. I turned
back and saw Ruby sitting on the bed in more or less the same
spot her mother had been laying when we unknowingly made
her. "I suppose I should join the party then, right?" I
asked, tugging at the waistband of my sweatpants. Ruby's jaw
dropped and her hands flew to cover her eyes, making Emmie
and I both laugh at her reaction.
"He's just kidding, Ru," Emmie told her bashful daughter,
before turning to me to confirm. "You were just kidding,
right?" she asked with a grin that told me she hoped I
wasn't. I looked to Ruby, who's hands had tentatively lowered.
"When in Rome," I said with a shrug, and down went my
sweatpants. Although I had boxers on, Ruby still squeaked in
surprise and covered her eyes after a moment of staring,
though she clearly continued to look from between her
fingers. I wasn't erect, although I felt like I could have
become so at any moment, so I really was taking a risk at
pushing whatever limits Emmie felt might be appropriate in
front of Ruby, but Emmie appeared to be rather approving of
this.
"It's okay, Ru. He's got underwear on," Emmie teased. "Ben
wasn't really going to show you his ding-dong." I raised an
eyebrow at her frank language. Although it wasn't
particularly crude, I was still a little surprised to hear a
mother say something like that to her daughter (about her
secret father). Ruby certainly looked embarrassed though as
she lowered her hands again.
"So," I spoke up, "what, uh, what should we do now that I'm
here?"
"I was thinking we should play a game to get to know more
about you, Ben," Emmie said with that glint in her eye that I
had come to know meant some mischief was afoot. "Truth or
Dare."
"How do we play that?" Ruby asked, clearly the most innocent
participant.
"We take turns, and the person who is 'it' has to choose to
either tell the truth about something, or do something that
we dare them to do," Emmie explained. "You'll catch on once
we start playing."
"Are you sure?" I asked, feeling just a bit uncomfortable
about involving somebody as young as Ruby in this.
"Of course. The game is only what we make it," Emmie pointed
out, and she had a good point. "Ruby, you are 'it' first, so
you need to pick, 'truth' or 'dare.'"
"Um...t-truth!" she chose, sounding not at all confident in
that choice.
We all sat together on the bed, and those first early rounds
passed quite innocently. We learned that Ruby had a crush on
a boy at school, I had to make a silly face, Emmie had to
tell us about her first kiss (which to my surprise was not
with Josh), and then it came around again to Ruby.
"Dare!" she chose more eagerly this time. I knew that grin
that appeared on her mother's face.
"I dare you to show Ben why I named you 'Ruby,'" Emmie said.
Ruby's enthusiasm for the dare drained from her face.
"Mooooooom! I can't do that!"
"You took the dare, Ru. I'll tell Ben the story, but you'll
need to do your part, or else you lose the game," she warned.
"Nnnngh, fine!" Ruby pouted.
"When Ruby was born," Emmie started, "I didn't have a name
picked out for her ahead of time because...well, we weren't
really sure that we were going to keep her." Just hearing
Emmie say such a thing in Ruby's presence was shocking to me,
but Ruby didn't appear to be affected at all by it. It was
possible that she was familiar with some of the circumstances
surrounding her coming into the world. "So because I had a
C-section birth--"
"That means I didn't come out of her...um, her place down
there," Ruby interjected.
"Say 'vagina,' Ru. It's not a bad word, and Ben knows what
it is," Emmie corrected her.
"V-vagina," Ruby said softly, glancing at me shyly.
"As I was saying, because I had a C-section, I had to stay in
the hospital a little longer than usual to heal up. One of
the nurses was there to help me change little Ruby's diaper,"
a statement that caused Ruby to cover her face with her
hands, "and while we were doing that, she pointed something
out to me. Ruby, it's your time to shine," Emmie prompted
her. Ruby gave her mother a miserable look, but dutifully
got on all fours on the bed and turned to point her rear end
at me. She pushed her panties back off her hips, carefully
lowering them to show me only the upper portion of her naked
bottom and nothing more. I saw there what Emmie was getting
at as she went on. "'Well would you look at that,' the nurse
told me. 'She has a birthmark there.'" That she did. On
the upper side of Ruby's right butt cheek, there was an
elongated red mark. "I said to the little poop machine,
'You've got a ruby on your butt, little girl,' and it just
sort of stuck." Emmie reached over and gave Ruby a light
smack on her behind. "You can pull them up now, Ru, thank
you." Ruby did so quickly, and sat back down, red-faced and
glaring at her mom.
"My turn," Ruby said, turning her gaze to me. "Show me your
butt!" she insisted, not even giving me the opportunity to
pick either 'truth' or 'dare.' I thought about arguing, but
felt that she was kind of owed a win after being rather
unfairly humiliated by her mother.
"If you say so," I said. I slid off the bed, turned my back
to Ruby and, with the same delicacy as she undertook to limit
what was exposed, lowered my boxers to moon her. Ruby's
laughter was a delight to hear, and I waggled it from side to
side, mimicking Emmie's private display for me earlier. I
felt a smack on my rear from Emmie's direction, and then
shortly thereafter a smack from Ruby's direction, followed by
more laughing from both of them. I pulled my shorts up, and
looked at Emmie. "Your turn," I told her.
"I don't get a choice?" she asked me.
"I didn't," I said, looking over at Ruby, who was all
giggles. Emmie shrugged and got up from the bed.
"Well, like you said earlier, Ben, 'when in Rome.'" Before
either Ruby or I could react, she pushed her panties down to
her knees, giving both of us a full-frontal view of her bare
pussy, before turning around and bending over.
"Momohmygosh!" Ruby exclaimed at the sight. The little girl
lunged at me, her hand extended to cover my eyes from seeing
what I had already become familiar with. She was successful
in obscuring my vision, but in doing so, she needed to put
her other hand down to support herself. She unwittingly
ended up with a handful. "Mom, he can see your vagina lips!"
Ruby warned, before she realized her own position and what
the object under her palm was. Both Ruby and I looked down
at her hand, then up at each other, all while Emmie, who had
her back turned to both of us, was unaware of what was
happening. Ruby made the reverse motion of her lunge and was
quickly back in her spot on the bed as Emmie pulled up her
panties to end her over-the-top display.
"Too much?" Emmie asked, sheepishly once she had turned
around and saw the uneasy grin on my face and Ruby's timid
expression.
The game took on a more subdued tone from that point, with
Ruby only choosing 'truth' from then on to avoid any
embarrassing actions and the dares lacking any sort of risque
elements. While Ruby was trying to think of a question to
ask me, she yawned. "That's one," Emmie said, pointing at
the little girl, who just nodded and slipped off the bed.
"Huh?" I asked, unaware of what exactly she meant.
"The first yawn I see close to bedtime means she has to get
ready for bedtime," Emmie explained as Ruby wandered off to
the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Emmie didn't
hesitate to reach over and place her hand on my crotch. "It
also means we're one step closer to this," she informed me,
giving it a squeeze and feeling it swell in response.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked her, not for the first
time tonight wondering silently to myself if Emmie was
thinking clearly when it came to putting her sexuality on
display around Ruby. I mean I was no saint myself, but I
sort of expected better from Emmie.
"Of course. You remember how she was in the car. She'll be
asleep and won't be aware of anything. Don't tell me you're
not turned on thinking about fucking right next to her in the
same bed we made her on." I wasn't actually, but Emmie sure
was into the idea.
"Alright, but if she wakes up, you get to explain it to her,"
I relented.
"Already had that chat with her," Emmie informed me, as Ruby
opened the bathroom door and rejoined us, rubbing at her eyes
and yawning. "There's two, everybody in bed!" Emmie announced.
Ruby was on my right and Emmie on my left, once we settled
down together in the bed. It was a little cramped, since it
wasn't particularly big enough for all 3 of us, but the two
lovely young ladies made a sandwich out of me just the same.
In what seemed like no time at all, Ruby was snoozing, and
Emmie's hand had snaked its way into my boxers. I wasn't
about to do anything that might jostle or disturb Ruby, so I
directed Emmie to lay on her side, facing away from me. She
looked a little puzzled by the instruction, but did as told.
I spooned with her from behind, sliding my hand into her
panties to touch her. It wasn't long before she started to
beg for something more than just my fingers, and in a
coordinated effort our respective underwears went down to our
knees and I entered her from behind. With her hand on mine,
together we masturbated her with my cock buried inside. I
didn't move so much, as the aim was really just to make her
cum, and thanks to Emmie's high sex drive that was not
difficult. Once I felt her orgasm begin, I started to
thrust. Emmie cried out, louder than I'm sure she intended
to be given who we were sharing the bed with, and I came
inside of her with a repressed groan.
Almost immediately afterward I felt sleep start to creep into
my brain. I suspect Emmie did as well, as she made no move
to extract herself from my embrace so that she could clean up
in the bathroom. If anything, it felt like she snuggled
backward against me with the intent to spend the night in my
arms, and maybe even with the naive thought that we would
remain mated the entire time as well. I don't know when I
did finally slip out of her, but when I awoke the next
morning, it clearly had happened. Speaking of the next
morning...
The first sensation I felt upon waking up was that of a hand
upon the shaft, gently squeezing and pulling on it in its
usual stiff morning state. As more of my consciousness
returned, I became aware of some important facts. I was
still laying on my left side, just the same as I had been
when I fell asleep with my prick soaking within Emmie's sperm
flooded sex. That said, when my eyes opened, it was to a
view of an empty pillow where Emmie's head should have been.
I also realized that the hand that was currently manipulating
my genitals was attached to a wrist and arm that was reaching
over my body from behind me. It was also quite a bit smaller
than the hand of a young woman in her 20's would be. There
was only one thing to be said in that moment.
"Good morning, Ruby."
Chapter 7
"Good morning, Ruby," I said, holding my breath, trying not
to get too excited by the 9-year old's hand. In response to
my words, I felt the hand instantly release me, and swiftly
withdraw over my body to behind my back.
"G-good morning," answered the meek voice of my daughter from
that same direction. She sounded scared and guilty.
"Where, uh, where's your mom?" I asked, wondering why the two
of us were alone in such a situation.
"I-I think she went for a run. She usually does that early
in the morning." There was a pause. "Are you going to tell
her?" I honestly did not know. From what I knew of Emmie's
inclination towards involving Ruby in tame sexual situations,
she might be a little bothered by the news that her daughter
was groping a grown man's dick instead of just seeing one.
Then again, she may have left us here in the hopes that
something would happen. Still, discretion seemed to be the
better choice, and this could remain a secret between me and
Ruby.
"Do you think I should?" I put the question back to her. She
did know Emmie better than I did, and might be able to
predict her reaction better.
"I don't know." Well that didn't help me. "Are you mad?"
she asked.
"No," I answered easily. "I'm not mad at you. I'm
surprised, but not mad."
"Oh. Did you put it in my mom?" Once again, I was
surprised, and conflicted about how to answer. Ruby clearly
knew what intimate relations were, but...
"Why do you ask?" I asked her, wondering if it was just
instinct or if she had--
"You guys were, um, like, moving and making noises last night
and woke me up." My back was still towards her, so Ruby
couldn't see the smile that spread across my face. So much
for Emmie's insistence that Ruby would sleep through it.
"A-also, your, um, p-penis is sticky l-like my mom gets in
her vagina when she, um..." Now this piqued my curiosity.
Ruby had some familiarity with Emmie's pussy getting wet?
What in the hell went on in their apartment?
"Like what, Ruby?" I pressed.
"Uh, I-I don't think I'm supposed to tell. She said it was
private stuff." This little girl was killing me.
"Did she tell you about that stuff?" I asked, trying a
different track.
"Yeah. She said that's how babies are made inside a mommy's
tummy...w-well, not like the tummy where food goes, but in
the, um, the uterus. A-A boy's penis s-squirts sperm juice
in a girl's vagina and the little sperms swim around and find
the eggs that come out during a girl's period and make a
baby," Ruby explained. It wasn't perfectly correct, but she
knew the deal. "S-so did you do that with my mom before you
went to sleep?"
"Yes." I saw no point in lying to her about it.
"Is my mom gonna have a baby?!" Ruby asked with great
enthusiasm, all but jumping atop my sideways body.
"I really don't know yet, Ruby."
"But your sperm juice went inside her vagina, right? That
will start growing a baby when it finds the egg in her
uterus, right?" Again, she had the right idea, just not an
understanding of the odds of conception, or the intention
behind the sex act. I realized that I was going to have to
explain recreational sex to Ruby and turned onto my back.
Ruby, already half on top of me at a near perpendicular
angle, was pushed away just a bit as I turned in her
direction, but otherwise remained propped up on top of me
just above my waist. In this position, my erection, though
under the blanket, was now just in front of Ruby's right
arm. Her attention was not on it though, as she looked
intently at my face for an answer to her hopes for a little
sibling.
"When two people have sex, like your mother and I did, they
don't always do it so that they can make a baby," I explained.
"Then why do they do it?" she asked, as expected.
"Because it feels good. Your mom and I are just
friends...really good friends, so when we decide to be
intimate with each other's body, it's only because we want to
feel really good together." I wondered if that was an answer
that would satisfy Ruby's curiosity.
"Oh," she responded, processing and incorporating that into
her understanding of the whole thing. "So...so your sperm
juice won't make a baby inside her?" she asked, still hooked
on that point.
"There is no guarantee of that. Sperm inside a woman's body
doesn't always find an egg to fertilize. Everything has to
be just right for that to happen."
"But it might happen, right?" she clung to that small hope.
"Yes, it might. You might be a big sister in 9 months," I
conceded.
"Coooool! I want a little brother, just like my mom has.
One of my friends has a baby brother, and he is soooooo
cute! I hope my mom has a lot of sex and gets a lot of sperm
juice squirted inside her puss-- uh, um, her vagina, I
mean." Ruby blushed, catching her natural use of the word
'pussy.' She glanced from my face to the object under the
sheet near her arm for the first time. I saw her eyes widen
just a bit and she moved her arm away from it. "Did...did
all of it really go inside?" she asked.
"Yes. I guess that's maybe a scary idea for you," I said,
trying to relate her mom's thoughts from 10 years ago to
Ruby's own developing understanding of intercourse. "All of
my penis really did go inside your mom's vagina."
"Wow," Ruby said simply. "Will all of it go inside my vagina
too?" Although her cheeks were red, and her voice got softer
as it always did when she said 'vagina,' her question was
asked with nothing but innocent curiosity driving it. That
didn't make it any less surprising a thing to hear from her.
"Uh, well, m-maybe not now it won't, but maybe when you get
older," I answered hesitantly.
"Neat. I want to have sex with you too!" she declared with
clear-eyed enthusiasm. I opened my mouth, entirely unsure of
how to respond to that, when the doorknob of the motel room
started to rattle.
"Don't tell your mom. Our secret, okay?" I said quickly. I
hated to ask that of her, since it might give Ruby the
impression that we were talking about bad things and needed
to hide it, but I just didn't know how Emmie would feel about
some of what took place.
"Okay," Ruby agreed with me at the same moment the door
opened. Emmie emerged from the short entry hall wearing a
tight running top that clung to her small breasts and a pair
of yoga pants. She smiled looking at us as she removed the
earbuds from her ears.
"Good morning you two."
"Good morning, Mom."
"Good morning," we all exchanged greetings.
"Ru, go and get the shower started, baby. We gotta clean up
and pack so we can go. I'll be in to join you in a bit," she
said to our little one. Ruby nodded, backed off of me to
slip off her side of the bed, and hustled off to the
bathroom. Once the door had closed, Emmie came over to the
bed and sat down on it next to me. She leaned down to kiss
me, and as our lips met, her hand slipped under the covers
and grabbed my stiff morning wood. "I come back to the room
and what do I find, but a naked man with a hard cock in bed
with my 9-year old daughter. I oughta call the cops," she
jokingly threatened as she stroked me. I thought about
pointing out just who had awoken to having a hand on their
junk, but the idea that I knew something about Ruby that she
didn't was too much fun.
"If you keep that up, you're going to have a mess on your
hands," I warned her. Emmie just raised an eyebrow at me and
jerked harder. Our eyes locked as I started breathing
harder. I saw Emmie's nipples were stiff through her top.
Her thumb rubbed over the tip, spreading my pre-cum across
it, making the already sensitive skin slick. "Emmie," I
gasped in warning. The bathroom door opened, and Emmie
withdrew her hand swiftly, leaving me just short of the
tipping point when Ruby appeared again. She looked at the
two of us with a perplexed expression, and I could feel my
face warm and flushed from the near orgasm. I saw her eyes
shift from my face to her mother's and then back again.
"What is it, Ru?" Emmie asked, as innocently as she could.
"I...I, uh...the-the water is ready," Ruby said and made a
hurried retreat into the bathroom, closing the door. Emmie
turned to look at me, her eyes wide, bringing her hand to her
mouth to cover the laughter that followed.
"I think she's on to us," I commented smugly.
"Gee, you think so?" Emmie chuckled, still seemingly reeling
from the first crack that she'd seen in her daughter's purity
bubble. She pulled the covers back, exposing me, and leaned
over. "Do it fast, so we can get you out of here," she said,
and put her mouth around the head, sucking gently as she
started to stroke again. I groaned and quickly hit my
peak...while somebody else peeked at the same time. My cum
burst into Emmie's mouth while I made eye contact with Ruby,
who was watching from just outside the bathroom door. It
wasn't just her eyes I was looking at though. Her budding
breasts seemed to stand out just a little more from within
her t-shirt, and her panties, though they were as formless
and unsexy a style as you would expect a child to wear,
showed just the subtlest edges of the mound and lips
beneath. I don't actually think she could see much, as Emmie
was sitting so that her body was blocking Ruby's view of
anything below my chest.
Emmie coughed, no doubt a little overwhelmed from what I
suspected was her first blow job, if not ever, then at least
the first since she might have given one to Josh a decade
ago. Semen sputtered from her lips back onto my lower body,
which while being awfully unsexy, was also awfully funny. I
laughed as she coughed again, raising her hand to her mouth
to limit the spillage. The glare she gave me was withering,
but not unexpected. "Sorry," I chuckled, noticing Ruby
watching us still from across the room, more concerned now
for her mom than awed at witnessing a sex act. I offered up
the bedsheets and Emmie took them, spitting out and wiping my
jizz from her mouth on them.
"I forgot how bad that stuff tastes," she said.
"Josh?" I asked simply, and she nodded.
"First time I ever made him cum was in my mouth. I told him
if he ever did it there again, I wasn't going to fool around
with him anymore," she confirmed for me, still coughing as
she got up from the bed, which Ruby took as her cue to slink
back into the bathroom undetected by her mother.
"Sorry. I should have warned you how close I was," I
apologized to her, pulling my boxers up, so I could get out
of bed to put on my discarded sweatpants.
"It's okay. You'll warn me next time, or else I'm done with
you too," she winked at me. I spotted Ruby peering out at us
again, listening in.
"I think you love having sex with me a little too much to
follow through on that," I countered, choosing my words to be
simpler so that Ruby would understand what I meant.
"Mmm, I hate when you're right," Emmie agreed with me. "My
pussy is aching for it right now," she growled back. I had
to suppress a laugh at how Ruby's eyes got bigger hearing her
mother say that.
"Next time," I said.
"Yeah, next time," she sighed. "We'll come by before we
leave." She turned to escort me to the door, and Ruby deftly
slipped away from view, though she did so with a bit of a
grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Alright," I agreed, walking with Emmie to the door. We
paused there as she put her arms around my neck, but stopped
just short from kissing my lips due to sperm breath, kissing
my cheek instead. I placed my hands on her ass, and wasn't
nearly as shy about our lips touching as she was. The taste
wasn't my favorite thing to be honest, but this was probably
my last chance at a mouth-to-mouth kiss with her since she
wouldn't want to do so openly in front of Ruby later. She
pressed her body into me, and we were in real danger of
making out right there like a couple of horny teenagers if
the sound of Ruby opening the bathroom door to have another
look didn't make Emmie jump. I caught just the slightest
glimpse of Ruby's bare shoulder, implying that she had
undressed behind the door, before she closed it again quickly.
"I might have some explaining to do," Emmie said, letting go
of me and taking a step back.
"Yeah, you might," I agreed again, thinking of all that Ruby
had seen and heard this morning. I moved in for one last
peck, which set Emmie giggling before she gently pushed me
out the door.
I returned to my room, showered, dressed, and polished off a
travel sized box of cereal. Then I waited. Thirty minutes
never felt so long as it did when you knew it was counting
down to the last time you'd see the two most important people
in your life for some time, particularly after only knowing
one of them existed for a little over 2 days. At last the
knock came at my door, and when I opened it, there were my
girls, again holding the same box of doughnuts from the prior
morning, but looking considerably less cheery.
"Ben!" Ruby sniffled, rushing at me for a hug. "I don't want
to leave you," she whimpered into my chest as I caught her.
I looked up at Emmie, who was smiling sadly at us, keeping
her own tears at bay.
"I know, Ruby cutie," I said, rubbing her back. "I only just
got to know you, and I don't want to let you go either." I
lowered my arms, and Ruby stepped back, an unattractive trail
of snot bridging the gap between her and the wet spot on my
shirt where she had pressed her face. "We'll see each other
again, though. I promise."
"Really?" she sniffed. "When?" I looked up at Emmie. We
hadn't really discussed when or how or anything, only the
promise that I would stay in contact and perhaps some kind of
role in Ruby's life.
"Uh, well, I don't know when exactly," I admitted, turning my
eyes back to Ruby, "but I'll come visit and stuff, and you
guys can visit me too any time."
"Like a sleepover?" she asked, not meaning to imply what a
'sleepover' would implicate for the two adults involved.
"Yeah. Like a sleepover," I confirmed alone, again looking
to Emmie, who just nodded and shrugged.
We took pictures after that. Me and Ruby, Ruby and Emmie, me
and Emmie, and at last a selfie with all 3 of us together
that I later had printed and framed at home. Emmie and I
exchanged phone numbers, e-mails, and mailing addresses, and
then it was time for them to go. I walked them to their car,
where we shared our final hugs and Ruby peppered my face with
her kisses before telling me, "I love you a lot, Ben."
Hearing that broke my heart in so many good ways.
It was only when they finally were in the car with the engine
running did I allow a tear to slip out. Ruby frantically
waved goodbye with both her arms as they pulled out of the
motel parking lot that gray Thursday morning. The clouds had
come in as if they were filling the void left by the two rays
of sunshine that had warmed my life for the last two days.
I'm sure you are rolling your eyes at the cliche, but once
their car disappeared from sight, the first raindrops fell on
me alone.
Upon returning to my hotel room, I sat down on the bed and
allowed myself to cry. It wasn't a pathetic
heap-on-the-floor type of cry, but it was just an outlet for
all the emotions built up in the last 15 minutes. It felt
good actually. The last time I could recall crying was when
my mom died 5 years earlier, which was a little strange
considering that all my marriage problems had happened
between then and now, and I hadn't shed a tear throughout
that turmoil, or at least not one that felt at all honest or
cathartic to let out.
To say that I was restless during my remaining vacation days
would be an understatement. I had initially planned to just
relax and remember my past, and yet my past had caught up
with me in the most unexpected way. Now with Emmie and Ruby
no longer there, all I wanted was to be with them again. In
a way, they never left though. I got my first text message
from them when they had stopped for lunch, along with a
picture of Ruby chowing down on a hamburger with ketchup
smeared around her mouth. More pictures and texts followed
once they got home that evening, with Ruby giving me a tour
of their apartment one picture at a time. If not for our
differing smart phone platforms, it would have been a video
tour, but I wasn't complaining since I'm sure it would have
cost me a pile on my data plan, which I got the feeling I was
going to need to upgrade soon.
After Ruby relinquished the phone at bedtime, it was Emmie's
turn to send pictures. Believe me, it was tempting, but no,
I did not set the picture of her wet pussy as my phone
wallpaper. We sexted our genitals back and forth, with me
discovering just how annoying it was to type with only one
thumb. I did surprise myself though by managing to
photograph my cumshot in mid-air. Yeah it was kinda blurry,
but Emmie still thought it was hot, and replied that she came
imagining it was blasting out deep inside of her. She bid me
a good night with a photo of her sucking her juices off her
fingers, and so I tucked in for the night.
There was about the same number of texts sent back and forth
the next day, my last day there, but the weather did improve
and I spent much of it outdoors. I noticed with some
surprise that I was checking out girls again, almost like my
reunion with Emmie had brought back that part of my past.
Because it was now Friday, the weekend vacationers were
starting to flood into the town, and with the rain clouds
gone after their brief stay, people were out on the beach
again in their skimpiest summer attire. The highlight of my
renewed "sightseeing" was a group of a half dozen girls
ranging from probably 11 to 13. They really ran the gamut
from the little blonde who had a child's body like Ruby's, to
the brunette that could have easily convinced you that she
was in high school. I mean, shit, maybe those two really
were 9 and 16 respectively, but the group taken as a whole
looked like middle schoolers. Whatever their ages really
were, I jerked off later thinking about them, the little
blonde in particular.
I finished my last day off with a visit to the hot tub that
started it all. I just sat back and closed my eyes,
picturing the tanned little preteen in the bikini with the
mischievous streak that would end up changing both my life
and hers with a single daring act. I thought about going
ahead and jerking off there again in honor of that fateful
encounter, but the sound of other people entering the pool
building stayed my hand. A family of 5, mom, dad, two sons
and a daughter, livened up the place, and ensured that there
would be no encore from the past.
Similarly, there would be no repeat sexting between Emmie and
I that evening. Emmie apologized, informing me that her
period had come, which not only ended the possibility of her
being pregnant by me a second time, but also put a lid on our
dirty talking. I still told her about the girls that I saw,
which led to her encouraging me to cum thinking of them, so I
did again, only this time with her blessing and her own
perverted thoughts about girls that age. I really got the
feeling she wasn't just a naturally horny person herself, but
like me had a thing for the young ones.
I settled off to sleep with that thought in my head, and a
very new future in store for me.
Chapter 8
As you might recall, I likened those first few days without
Emmie so long ago to withdrawing from an addictive drug. Now
there were two intoxicating ladies out there in the world who
I longed to see.
So I did.
We arranged my first visit for the next weekend. That Friday
I got off work an hour earlier than usual, and went straight
from there to Emmie's city. Five hours of driving, which put
me on her doorstep just past 9 at night. She and Ruby were
overjoyed to see me, but all three of us were just dead
tired, going to bed almost right away.
Ruby, of course, insisted upon all three of us sleeping
together, just as we had at the beach, but this time Emmie
felt otherwise for reasons I'm sure I don't need to explain
if you've read this far...but I will, since there was more to
it than just that.
When Emmie had described to me her apartment as 'small,' it
turned out she was not kidding. Their place was positively
tiny for having two people living there, and I even suspected
it may have been illegal to have two occupants living there.
I'm not sure which was bigger, Ruby's 'bedroom,' or the
bathroom, which at least was an actual room. Ruby's
'bedroom' consisted of a cot with a makeshift curtain
partitioning it apart from the rest of the space where
Emmie's bed/couch was located. When Emmie unfolded her bed,
it became clear that all three of us most definitely would
not comfortably fit on it. That motel room bed must have
felt like an absolute luxury to the two of them.
Once we got Ruby settled down on her side of the curtain, off
went the lights and our clothes. Naked horny cuddles ensued
with both Emmie and I trying not to make much noise, as she
really wanted Ruby to fall asleep before we did anything
more. The long drive took its toll though, and I fell asleep
before Emmie gave me any sort of signal that sexy time was
go. If I'd been psychic, I probably would have heard her
thinking 'old people are no fun.'
Morning revealed to me a familiar scenario. I was naked, in
a bed, with Ruby's hand on my dick under the sheets. The
little hornball-in-training had taken her mother's place in
the bed beside me. "Good morning, Ruby," I greeted her with
a yawn. Upon being caught, her natural instinct to withdraw
her hand kicked in, but the look on her face wasn't nearly as
guilty or as scared as her voice had sounded a week ago.
"Good morning," she repeated back to me. "Sorry, I was
touching it again," she fessed up unprompted.
"That's okay," I told her, and a moment later her little
fingers were upon it once more. "It is polite to ask first
though," I pointed out to her, and she once more took her
hand away.
"Sorry. Can I touch it?" she apologized and asked within the
same breath.
"Yes, you may." Without any reservation, she grabbed it with
a giggle. "Is mine the first one you've ever touched?" I
asked her, noting that she was rather gentle with it.
"Um..." she hesitated, telling me that no, she had touched
another penis before.
"It's okay. I won't get you in trouble," I assured her, just
a little concerned that she might have been abused and
threatened not to tell.
"A boy at school showed his to me and some other girls. We
all took turns touching it. It was really small though, and
didn't feel like yours does. His was kinda floppy and
wiggly." I felt her hand move down towards the base and her
fingertips poked at my balls. "This is where your sperm
juice is made, right?"
"That's right. Did your mom teach you about boy parts too?"
I asked, again impressed by her knowledge.
"Mmhmm. We looked at some pictures. She said not to tell
anybody I saw them, but...I think it's okay to tell you."
She looked embarrassed for the first time this morning
admitting that.
"Pictures of real people, or drawings?" I inquired, wondering
if Emmie had been showing Ruby porn.
"Just drawings. They looked weird though." She paused,
looking at me briefly, then turning her eyes away shyly.
"Um...can I see yours?" I was thrown into conflict as to how
I should answer. On one hand, it would be completely
inappropriate for me, her secret father or not, to show her
my penis, but on the other hand...was her hand. It had moved
back up to the shaft and was gently flexing on it. "Please?"
she persisted with a whisper.
"Okay," I whispered back. I surprised myself with that
answer, because I really didn't even think about it. The
word just fell out of my mouth as something other than my
brain commandeered my voice for a moment. "B-but, as soon as
it sounds like your mom is back--"
"I know!" she agreed with me. Ruby had no more desire to be
caught than I did.
I sat up a bit, and Ruby did as well. Something about the
way she was anticipating what came next reminded me of her
mother sitting naked on my bed waiting for my cock to come
out many years earlier. I pushed the blankets down to my
waist, pausing there to look at Ruby. If Ruby was ever to
know that I was her father, this moment would be an
instrumental one in how our relationship would eventually
develop. Child-Ruby just wanted to see a man's dick, but
future adult-Ruby...what would she think of her father's
actions? I psychically beamed an apology into the future in
the hopes she might hear it some day if necessary, and pushed
the blankets further.
"Whoa..." breathed the little girl, her big eyes transfixed
on the erect 6-inch shaft. "It's big," she observed, having
only one other penis in her memory to compare it to, although
she should have already known the size having twice laid her
hands on it, though it had gone unseen. "There's a lot of
hair too," she continued, reaching her hand out to run her
fingers through my pubes. "My mom shaves hers off."
"I know," I said, which made Ruby blush, reminding her that I
was a whole degree more familiar with her mother's body than
she was. I thought about asking Ruby if she had any hair
there, which I of course knew she probably did not, but this
bit of show and tell was for her benefit, not mine. She ran
the tips of her fingers along the front side, from the base
up to the tip. "T-the sperm juice comes out of the same hole
as your pee, r-right?" she asked.
"That's right. That little one there," I confirmed for her,
nodding at it.
"G-girls are different," she informed me. "W-we have
different h-holes for peeing a-and for w-where the...where
the sperm goes."
"O-oh," I responded to that. Did she maybe think I didn't
know much about a girl's anatomy? I supposed that from her
childish perspective that there were things each gender
didn't know about the opposite, no matter their age. Then
she leaned in towards it. I thought maybe she was just
taking a really close look at the head, but she seemed to be
aiming her mouth towards it. I stuck my hand out to stop
her. "Ruby, what are you doing?" It wasn't that I didn't
want her to, I just wanted to make sure she knew what she was
doing.
"I...I just want to smell it. Is that okay?" Smell it? Why
would she want to smell it?
"Uh, y-yeah. That's fine, I guess," I allowed her strange
request and withdrew my hand. I could feel her breath on the
head as she positioned her nostrils above it and sniffed.
She didn't particularly react, as I don't think there was
much to smell there at the moment. I had showered yesterday,
and then of course Emmie and I didn't get anywhere in bed
other than wrapping her hand around it briefly before we fell
asleep. After a second sniff, she sat back up with a sort of
perplexed look.
"What is it?" I asked her, rather amused.
"I dunno. I guess I thought it would smell like pee," she
said. A moment passed, then, "How do you make sure the sperm
juice comes out instead of pee?"
"It's not really a choice I make. It just happ--" There was
a noise at the door, and before I could tell Ruby to get back
to the other side of the sheet, she was already there. I
grabbed the blankets and pulled them over my nakedness and
slouched down into a more natural sleeping position just as
the door opened. I hadn't felt this way since I was a
teenager trying to not get caught jerking off by my mom. In
came Emmie, dressed for her run in much the same way as she
had at the beach. I gave her a little wave of my hand from
the bed as she looked from me to the sheet that Ruby was
behind.
"Hey," she whispered at me, removing her earbuds. "Is she
still asleep?" she asked quietly, pointing at the sheet and
pantomiming sleeping with her hands together beside her face.
"I guess so...?" I whispered back, shrugging my shoulders. A
grin broke out on her face, and she lifted one foot, and then
the other to untie her shoes. As she stepped on each heel to
remove them, her hands pulled off the sports top to show her
taut little tits, that wobbled as they were released by the
restrictive top.
"Now?" I whispered at her, not that I didn't like what was in
the process of happening, but I did nod in Ruby's general
direction.
"You worry too much," Emmie replied, pushing down the tight
pants, followed by the black sports thong she wore
underneath. Now gloriously nude, which she seemed to revel
being, she sauntered over to the bed and pulled the covers
off of me. "Mmm," she practically growled at the sight of my
hard cock, then swung her leg over me, and got on top. "I
missed this so much all week," she said, reaching down to
point me in the right direction. We shared a gasp as we
snugly fit together.
"Jesus, you're wet," I moaned. She was. My cock felt like
it was hydroplaning down a highway to heaven.
"I always get horny after a run," she told me. "Really gets
my juices flowing." She placed her hands on my chest and
raised her hips up and then down. "It helps knowing this was
waiting for me, though." I hadn't heard a satisfying
squishing sound like that since the first time I came
unprotected inside my high school girlfriend and we just kept
going. "Oh fuck, you feel so big inside me," she sighed. I
placed my hands on her hips, and guided her to sway in small
circles as she rode me.
Even as I looked up at Emmie's bare tits, jiggling their
little firm jiggles, I couldn't stop thinking about the fact
that Ruby was listening to us fuck at that very moment. I
wanted to look over at the sheet hiding her and see if she
was peering around it to witness her first live sex act, but
doing that might tip Emmie off that I knew we had an
audience. So I focused instead on the hot 22-year old woman
impaled on my prick instead of the curious 9-year old girl
who had openly hoped she could be impaled on it some day.
What I saw in that focusing though, was a look of
consternation on Emmie's face. "What is it?" I asked her.
She paused in her humping, and grinned a little sheepishly.
"Doesn't feel right," she admitted with a sigh. "Was it that
obvious?"
"Kinda, yeah. You just look...like you don't like it."
"No, no, I like I. I wish your dick could live inside me,
but," she took a moment to consider the situation. "I think
it's because I'm on top. I wanna get fucked, you know? Like
we did the first time...or like we should have done way back
then." She lifted up, sliding me out, and then laid down
next to me where our daughter had been just moments before
and opened her legs. "Fuck my little girl pussy, mister.
Put that big cock in my tight kiddy hole," she commanded, and
not at all quietly. I glanced over at Ruby's sheet barrier,
and Emmie put her hand to her mouth, realizing what I was
thinking. "Oops!" she whispered. "Oh my god, can you
imagine if she heard me say that?" she asked me, the naughty
grin of a irresponsible young woman realizing she was
crossing boundaries on her face.
"I imagine," I said, as I sat up, getting between her legs
and staring down at her wet pink pussy lips, "that you might
have a lot of explaining to do," taking hold of my shaft, and
lining it up, "to a very inquisitive and curious young
mind." I leaned forward, laying atop her, and pushed my cock
right back in where it belonged. Emmie gasped with much
greater satisfaction than before, and I felt her legs wrap
around me.
"Fuck my 12-year old pussy, Ben," she whimpered in my ear.
If Ruby had been asleep, I'm sure we would have woken her
up. The sex was fast, like really desperately fast, with
copious amounts of grunting and gasping. Emmie had a way of
saying things and acting in just the right way to stoke my
fire. In addition to Emmie verbally playing the part of her
younger self, the bed squeaked and creaked like crazy as our
bodies slapped together, accompanied by the wet squishing of
my plunging within. What really set me off though, was a
noise I perceived as coming from behind Ruby's curtain. I
don't know what the noise was, and it very well could have
been from something Emmie and I were doing, but in my
imagination it was Ruby touching herself while she listened
in. "I'm gonna cum," I gasped.
"Shoot it in me!" Emmie, moaned in response, tightening her
arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. "Make my
little girl pussy pregnant again!" I blew my load so hard
that my cock felt too small to adequately handle the amount
of cum that exited. I felt her pussy walls convulse and
squeeze in response as her hips bucked and thrust back
against mine. I hadn't jerked off since Monday, the day
before deciding to come visit her, so my release inside of
her had added intensity. It was probably the longest I'd
gone without orgasming since those last emotionally draining
weeks of attempting pregnancy with my former wife.
"You are amazing," I moaned into her ear while my cock
pulsed. "I'm so glad I met you again."
"Me too. Me too," she cooed in return before relaxing her
leg lock around me. She turned her head to look in our
daughter's direction. "I think we got away with it," she
commented to me. I pulled out and rolled to the side, where
her hand immediately reached out and wrapped around my cock.
"You think so?" I asked, hoping that I sounded innocent
enough in asking that leading question. "You don't think
she's actually secretly awake and listening to us right now,
do you?" Emmie turned her head in my direction and looked at
me with a strange smile on her face. For half a moment I
thought maybe I'd said too much or sounded way too confident
in what I'd said. I was incredibly relieved when she laughed.
"You're such a perv, Ben," she replied, leaning in closely.
"Your own daughter listening to you fuck her mother, while
she pretended to be a little girl herself. I bet it was
thoughts like that which built up that huge load you just
gave me." She sat up, leaned over and kissed me before
cupping between her legs and crawling over me to get out of
bed. "I'm gonna go take a shower," she told me. "You'd
better hide that thing before she really does wake up," she
instructed with a rather dismissive wave of her hand at my
shriveling manhood before she turned away and headed for the
bathroom.
I waited for a moment after she closed the door before
whispering to the young voyeur in the room. "Ruby?" There
was a soft rustling noise before she pulled back the sheet.
Her face was red and she wore a stunned expression on her
face as she looked at me and my limp post-sex dick.
"Whoa," she whispered at me.
"Whoa," I whispered back at her. Sometimes there was nothing
more that needed to be said.
Chapter 9
"You guys just did it," Ruby said.
"Yep," I said, feeling very awkward as the sound of running
water came from the shower on the other side of the wall.
"We sure did." Ruby fixed her eyes on my penis, and climbed
onto the bed in pursuit of that goal. Her hand went right
onto the spot that her mother's slit had leaked upon
following my pulling out, and she stopped, holding up her
hand to look at it.
"Eww, what's this stuff?" she asked, wrinkling her nose at
the goop.
"My sperm. It dripped out of your mom when we were done." I
watched the look of disgust convert to a look of wonder on
her face.
"Whoa," Ruby repeated from before, holding the hand close to
her face as she inspected the stuff. "Why is it all gooey?"
"I...I don't know. It just is. Not what you expected?" I
had to admit, her innocence was very charming to see in this
moment.
"I don't know. I guess I thought it would be, like, um...pee
water? Not like sticky goo," she gave up with a shrug, and
then shifted topics. "Why was my mom saying that stuff about
her, um...her p-pussy," I watched as Ruby turned red saying
that word in front of me for the first time, "being like a
little girl?"
"Oh...you heard that," I said, feeling extra awkward about
the topic. "Well, she was kind of pretending to be younger,
because, um..." I really didn't know how to explain dirty
talking and fetishes, particularly ones that came so close to
exposing the secrets of our little family.
"Did you have sex with her when she was a little girl?" Ruby
just came out and asked it. She was so blunt, but innocently
so, that I was stunned for a moment.
"No," I said at last. It was the honest answer to that
specific question, since we hadn't actually had sex. "But,
we, uh, we did do some, um...some naked things together," I
fessed up.
"Really?! What kind of things?!" Ruby asked, suddenly very
interested. "Can we do those things too?! How old do I have
to be?!"
"M-maybe," I said, hesitant to promise anything I might later
regret. "Your mom and I, we...we met at the beach when she
was younger, kind of like you and I did. She wasn't as young
as you are now, but she wasn't grown up like she is now."
"And you did naked stuff? Like showing her your penis like
we're doing now?" It was charming really how Ruby reduced
things to their most innocent form, if such a thing between
an adult and a pubescent girl was possible to be minimized.
"Yes, but she got naked too, and, uh, we rubbed our privates
against each other until my sperm came out all over her
vagina." I may have over-shared there. I mean, she did ask,
but upon reflection that level of detail was unnecessary for
a 9-year old to know. Not that she seemed to mind at all.
"Neat! Your sperm juice can come out even when you're not
inside my mom's vagina?" I think that concept just blew
Ruby's young mind. Also it was strange to hear either one of
us speak about a sex act with Emmie. It felt like a 'yo
mama' joke being told, without the usual malicious intent
behind it. "Can you make it come out all over my vagina too?"
"I--uh--" Of course I could, but Ruby now and Emmie back then
were two drastically different people, particularly when it
came to their respective understandings of sexual desire and
messing around with boys. Emmie at least had lust on her
mind when she showed up at my door, but for Ruby it must have
sounded like a game that she just wanted to play for no
reason other than it was naughty and forbidden. I so did not
want to take advantage of that innocence that she was
displaying, especially considering the way it might affect
our relationship going forward. "I don't think I should," I
said at last, which predictably was not the answer Ruby
wanted to hear.
"Awwwww! Why not?!" she whined. I knew she thought it was
tremendously unfair for me to say all that stuff about
cumming on her mom when she was young, and then to not
perform the same act upon her own body.
"Ruby, what I did with your mom when she was younger was not
something I should have done," I said, trying to let her down
gently. "There are laws against doing that with young girls,
and--"
"But you're not a bad person at all!" Ruby opined. "I don't
think it would be bad if you did it to me." I admired her
determination.
"You might think that now, but when you're older, you might
think I was a really bad guy if I did it to you." I wanted
to add the incest angle to my argument, but...I really needed
to talk to Emmie alone about when revealing that would be
okay. "Trust me about this, okay? M-maybe in a few years we
can talk about it again," I offered. Maybe she'd even forget
all about it by then.
"Do I have to be the same age my mom was? Even if it will
still be bad then?"
"Uh, y-yeah. I know it doesn't make sense or seem fair to
you now that you need to wait, but maybe it will when the
time comes, okay?" She was still frowning, but I felt like
she was going to accept this postponement.
"How old do I have to be?" she asked after a moment of
thought. I nearly answered her right away, but then I
remembered my earlier discussion with Emmie about how Ruby
could unravel the history of her conception just by
subtracting her age from her mother's. Giving her the answer
to that particular math problem now, even if she didn't yet
know the equation, might hurry along that inevitability, and
again, I needed to consult with Emmie further about it.
"Just a few years older," I dodged having to give an exact
number. It seemed to work though, as she didn't immediately
press me for something more specific. She sat for a moment,
pouting, then with another look at the slime on her hand,
looked down to her own waist and lifted her nightshirt,
exposing her panties. "What are you doing?" I asked quickly,
unsure of what was on her mind.
"I--" she paused, blushing now. "I just wanted to see what
it felt like to have sperm down there. I wasn't going to put
it inside, j-just rub it on the outside, l-like what you did
with my mom." She seemed to catch on that I was troubled by
this action. "I-is that okay?"
"Uh," I was at a loss for words. She had managed to logic
her way around my refusal to use her body as a jerk-off tool,
and instead was going to make use of the spunk immediately
available to her. If anything, she was the one taking
advantage of the situation, not me. It was okay from a
biological reproductive point of view (I hoped), but part of
me worried this was still a step too far, even for me, all
things considered, including our current situation.
"May-maybe not," I thought fast, recalling a situation a high
school friend of mine had gotten himself into. "I-it will
get sticky all over your underwear too, and your mom might
see it when she does the laundry, and then she'll get mad at
me, so..."
"Oh," Ruby said simply, regarding her fingers sadly. Then
without any hesitation licked them. "Bleh!" she quickly
reacted making a face. I couldn't help myself and burst out
laughing. "That didn't taste good at all," Ruby complained.
"Why did you do that?" I asked her, far more amused than
anything by my daughter's impulsive decision to taste what
had to be by now rather cold flow-back, not that I think the
temperature of the stuff would have made any difference in
taste.
"D-didn't my mom taste it before we left the beach?" I
hadn't been sure how much Ruby had seen of that, or what she
really understood had happened, but she had apparently
connected the dots correctly.
"Yes, she did," I said, getting out of the bed to get some
clean clothes from my overnight bag I had brought. "She
didn't like the taste of it either. Is that why you smelled
my dick earlier?"
"Yeah," Ruby said, wiping her hands on the blankets, ridding
her fingers of her little ill-fated and unappetizing tadpole
siblings. "You didn't smell bad, so I thought maybe it
wouldn't taste bad either."
"It didn't smell, because it was clean when you sniffed it,"
I pointed out to her. "Cum is something of an acquired taste
anyways."
"Come?" she asked, slipping off her side of the bed and
returning behind her curtain. "You said you were going to do
that, but...you're already here...?" Once again I silently
scolded myself for further soiling my daughter's mind with my
loose tongue.
"It's kind of a sexy way to say that you're going to have an
orgasm," I explained. I couldn't tell, but I was pretty sure
that Ruby was getting dressed at this moment as well.
"What's an orgasm?" I should have seen that question coming.
"The part of sex that feels the best. When a man orgasms,
the sperm shoots out of his dick, and when a woman orgasms,
um..." I suddenly realized I didn't know how to physically
describe a woman's orgasm, especially to a little girl. "Her
pussy feels really good," I concluded generically. At her
age, I doubted Ruby would be able to call me on it.
"O-oh," came her response from the other side of the curtain,
followed by an awkward silence. For some reason that lull
spurred me into adding on to my explanation.
"'Cum' is also a word that can be used for the sperm juice
and pussy juice, but it's spelled c-u-m." There was yet
another moment of silence, and then came a meek reply.
"D-don't say that word, please." I suddenly realized I'd
said 'pussy' twice to her. Yes, she had said it earlier,
except that had been just her repeating what her mom had said
to me, and she had stopped herself from saying it a week ago
in my presence. I supposed she was just shy when it came to
using that word in front of me. It certainly wasn't a word I
wanted any girls to hear me say when I had been her age.
Funny how that taboo worked among kids.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think about it. It's embarrassing to
say or hear from a boy, isn't it?" The rattle of a doorknob
behind me made me realize I hadn't heard the water shut off
from the shower. I turned to look and saw Emmie walk out,
her nude body wrapped in a towel.
"Your turn," she told me. "Don't take long, or you'll run
out of hot water." She then looked past me to the curtain.
"You up, Ru?"
"Yes, mom."
"Alright, baby. Get dressed and we'll all go out for
breakfast when Ben is done in the shower," Emmie said as I
passed her heading for the small bathroom. She took the
opportunity to flash me, and I nearly reached out to
playfully tweak her nipple before a mortified 9-year old
voiced her displeasure at her mother's display.
"Moooooom! Don't do that," Ruby whined, having emerged from
behind her curtain, now properly dressed and properly
flustered over the adult hormones on display.
After my shower, which was not long thanks to the apartment's
tiny hot water heater, we did indeed go out for a pancake
breakfast (that I paid for) at Ruby's favorite place.
Following that I was treated to a tour of Emmie's hometown,
or at least to the places in it that were important to her up
until she gave birth and was unceremoniously shipped off to
boarding school by her parents at 13. Back-to-school
shopping for Ruby was next on the list, and I graciously
bought my secret pride and joy the best notebooks, crayons,
pencils, 3-ring binder, pink pearl erasers, and other
sundries that my long overdue child support responsibilities
could buy. Lunch (which I also paid for) was fast food, and
once we got back in the car, that was where Emmie dropped a
bomb.
"You're going to spend the night at grandma and grandpa's
house," she told Ruby. Yeah, that news didn't go over well.
The protests over that decision were long, loud, and frequent
on the way there, and I'm sure Ruby was on the verge of
throwing a full blown tantrum more appropriate for a child
half her age, but kept it together barely. As we pulled into
the driveway, Emmie looked to me with an anxious expression,
particularly when I reached to disconnect my seatbelt.
"Y-you can just stay here!" she practically shouted at me.
"This won't take long." I got the sneaking suspicion that
Emmie wasn't eager to introduce me.
So I stayed in the car. She didn't say she wanted me to
hide, at least not out loud, but I slouched down and ducked
my head to the side just to be safe once I saw the front door
open. Moments later Emmie returned, but with a confused look
on her face that nearly turned into a burst of laughter when
she saw me bent over like that. "I thought you ran away,"
she told me, and then reached over to squeeze my crotch.
"I'm glad you didn't."
I think you can guess what happened when we got back to the
apartment.
I swear she had her shorts off, or at least unbuttoned,
before we even got in the door. Moments later she was bent
over the small patio table that served as the apartment's
kitchen table and I was all up in that. From the bed, where
she had tossed her purse, there was a sound.
"That's my mom's ringtone," she huffed following my thrust.
"Do you want to answer it?" I asked after a moment in which
she made no move to straighten up or signal in any way for me
to pull out.
"No. Probably something dumb. Keep going." So I did.
Moments after the ringing ended, another noise signaled that
a voicemail message had been left. And then another sound
for a text message received. And another. And another.
"Shit," she sighed, pushing herself up. I withdrew and Emmie
waddled bareassed with her shorts around her knees over to
the bed, and fished out her phone. One look at the
notifications on screen had her sighing again. "Damn it,
Ruby," she said.
"What is it?" I asked, reaching down to pull my pants up,
already thinking that something was really wrong. Emmie
turned around, and waddled back to me, holding her phone out
for me to see.
"You're out of the bag," she informed me. The three text
messages, in the order they were received:
'Who is Ben??? Why didn't you tell me about him?'
'Are you there? Call me back'
'Are you having sex'
Just then another one came in. 'Emerald wonder Cobb call me
right now' Emmie turned the phone back to herself so she
could read it as well, her eyes . "Yikes. Full name. She's
pissed."
"Your middle name is 'Wonder'?" I asked her, wondering myself
why I was surprised by that.
"Mom came up with the name when she was a teenager, and my
dad didn't care," Emmie explained as she waddled back to the
table and bent over it again. "Now stick it back in me and
cum so I can call her back." I chuckled as I lined my dick
up to do just that. Emmie had her priorities straight.
Twelve more texts came in by the time I came inside. It
wasn't particularly hot sex anymore with this looming over
us, and to be honest I don't think Emmie was feeling it
either by that point. It didn't surprise me that she didn't
cum, or at least I didn't notice it if she did orgasm. I
pulled my pants up and had a seat there at the table, while
Emmie stripped her shorts off all the way and sat bareassed
and creampied on the bed to call her mother. I only heard
one side of the conversation clearly.
"Hi Mo--Yes. Yes, Mom, I'm okay. No--no, Mom, Ben is not
like that."
A sigh. "That's none of your business, Mom. Mom, I am 22--
I am an adult woman, Mother." Another sigh as she put her
hand to her forehead. "Fine, yes. We're doing it. Are you
happy now? Let me tell you how big his dick is too." She
suppressed a laugh looking at my eyes widen after that.
"Mom, stop, I am not going to--Jesus, Mom, I know how it
works, okay? I think you know I already know--we're using
condoms, so--" She made a funny expression puckering her lips
and shaking her head at me when she told that lie. "Yes, I
will get on the pill when my health plan kicks in at
work--yes, the end of this month." That was something of a
relief to hear, not that I didn't love the thrill of the risk
we were taking every time.
"Last week, on my little vacation," Emmie said, likely
answering how she met me. "No, Mom, that is not strange.
In fact he was the one who helped Ruby with her jellyfish
sting. Yes. Yes, ask her yourself. I don't know, he's like
50 I guess?" she looked at me for confirmation. I shrugged
and nodded. She wasn't far off, I was 52. "So what? Mom,
your parents weren't close in age either. No, this is not
any different from that. You just don't want to like him."
Emmie lay back on the bed and started to idly toy with her
pussy. "Yes, I do mean that. Remember what you did to
Mark?"
Mark? Who was Mark?
"He was only giving me a ride that morning, and you
interrogated him for like 45 minutes. We were actually late
because of you." Emmie then sat up suddenly, her face
suddenly twisted in anger. "I was not! I have only ever had
sex with one person, and he is sitting here in this room with
me right now--Y-you know what I mean! What happened back
then wasn't actually sex, he never put it in me. No, I am
not going to put him on with you--because of how you are
acting right now! This is exactly why I moved out--yes, so I
could be a slut, Mom. That's the whoooooole reason why!" I
watched in amazement as she pulled the phone away from her
ear, held it down by her crotch, and vigorously fingered
herself for a few moments. Then she lifted the phone back
up. "You hear that? That's your easy slut daughter full of
cum once again!" There was a pause as she waited to hear her
mother's response, only she pulled the phone away again and
looked at it, blowing a puff of air.
"She hung up on me."
"I can't imagine why."
She turned off her phone, and we cuddled together on the bed
after that. Emmie didn't want to talk about it, or really
anything. "Just hold me," she said, so I did. She finally
had that orgasm she had missed earlier too, as I fingered her
while whispering in her ear a familiar tale of a man on
vacation and the daring little girl he met. Needless to say,
she really enjoyed it.
We took a short nap together, only to awaken a few hours
later to a fresh boner, ready to go. This was the most
leisurely we'd been able to do it, and I spent close to an
hour just getting her off before cumming deep within for the
third time that day.
As we lay there, sweaty and cummy and thoroughly satisfied
with ourselves, she dropped another bomb, this time on me.
"I think...I think I love you."
Chapter 10
"I think...I think I love you."
I really didn't know how to react to that. A week ago we had
the 'love talk' after our (and her) first time, and both
agreed that we weren't in love then, but now it did feel
different, I had to admit. I, of course, was wary of this
just being post-sex attachment on both our parts. Weird as
it might have sounded to anybody other than the two of us, I
kind of was the man of Emmie's dreams. It kind of made sense
for her to be in love with me, but...I was still not ready to
commit considering my past relationship mistakes.
"Oh," I said.
"Oh?" she repeated back to me.
"Well, you remember last week, right? When we talked about
the whole love and marriage thing, right?" I reminded her,
and she nodded. "Well, I'm still not completely sure, you
know? We did just have sex, so...maybe this isn't quite love
you're feeling."
"Oh," she said. "So, for you this weekend was just about
having sex, then?"
"No. I came because I wanted to see both you and Ruby. The
sex was just a bonus. I mean, I guess I knew we'd probably
do it, but even if I knew we didn't, I'd still have come
here," I clarified.
"How...how is that not love then?" she asked. I could tell
she was honestly confused, and really, I kind of was too, as
she had a point there.
"I...I suppose it is...in a way, but..." I sighed. "I don't
know. I don't know the words to explain it. I guess...I
guess maybe I'm scared?" I put to her. "I told you about my
marriage, right? Something like that crashing and falling
apart over just one issue...it isn't something you just get
over. I'm not sure I want to commit to something so quickly
again...I'm scared of the same thing happening with you,
especially when we've only really been in contact with each
other a week."
"But...if you're so afraid of losing me or hurting me or
Ruby, then...isn't that proof you really do love me and
her?" I felt bad arguing against her feelings, but I really
felt like she was moving too quickly to be in love with me.
"Emmie, I don't think I will ever not love the two of you.
You guys have literally changed my world. I mean, shit, I
need to make up a will and stuff now just for you two's
benefit. When my mom died, that was kind of the end of my
family as I knew it. I mean, my dad is out there, somewhere
with a step-mom and kids I've never met, but he was never
really a part of my world. Not like you and Ruby are. I
probably thought more about you these past 10 years than I
did of him. I just want to be sure it's right with you, and
for you. Before a week ago, would you have ever imagined
this moment right now?"
"N-no, but I didn't seriously expect you to be prowling the
beach for little girls again either," she joked back at me.
It was a relief to hear Emmie inject some humor into what was
otherwise a serious conversation. It told me that she wasn't
terribly hurt by my pushing back. "How long do you think it
should take before you're sure?" she asked me.
"I really don't know," I sighed. "I could come back next
weekend and put a ring on your finger then, or it could be a
year or two before I'm able to not flashback to hearing my
wife sobbing next to me in bed because she was scared of what
we would learn at the fertility appointment the next day."
"Oh." She was silent for a moment. "I...guess I need to be
able to say it to you without using the word 'think.' I...I
never 'thought' I loved Ruby. I just did from the moment
they gave her to me. I was 13, and scared out of my mind
because this screaming and pooping little creature had just
been cut out of me, and Mom and Dad were...well, they were
mad, maybe not at me, but it kind of felt like it in my head
since, you know, it really was my decision that made her
happen in the first place, so I felt guilty that I had made
them freak out over my being pregnant. But when I held my
little girl for the first time, and her little lips drank
from me..." I felt Emmie arm move under the sheets to touch
her breast. "I really and truly loved her like nothing I had
ever felt before," her voice wavered. "Mom wanted me to give
her up. Let somebody else raise her. She wanted to hide the
shame she felt at having a grandchild by her 13-year old
daughter. That was the first time I ever swore at my mom."
Emmie chuckled through her tears. "I called her a 'fucking
cunt.' Right to her face. In front of my dad and grandma.
I didn't even think about it; I just did it. One of the few
people I had loved unconditionally for all my life was
threatening to separate me from my child that I had known for
less than a week, and I picked Ruby over her in an instant.
That's when I knew I loved Ruby. I knew it, and I haven't
ever stopped knowing it." She turned her head to look up at
me. "So I get it. For both of us."
I saw Emmie cock her head, like she just now noticed
something as she looked at my face. I felt it then too: a
bead of wetness on my cheek. Her description of how she
fought for our daughter had moved me to tears. I wiped
clumsily at my face and told her simply, "Thank you. For her."
"No," she said, a grin spreading on her face as I felt her
hand move and grab my cock. "Thank you for giving me her."
We got out of bed at that point and squeezed in together for
a shower, only to be chased out by the cold water after
barely 10 minutes. Dinner and a movie followed, and I
expected that after all that was done, we would return to the
apartment for another fuck before bedtime. Emmie had
something else in mind.
We pulled into the driveway at her parents home. "Stay
here," she told me. "My mom can meet you once she's
apologized to me first." I watched as this young woman, who
at times was still so childlike and immature, straighten up,
and confidently walk to the front door of the home she had
grown up in. In less time than it took to exhaust the hot
water in her apartment, Ruby was in the back of the car and
we were headed back to the apartment. That night we slept,
all 3 of us, in that cramped bed...without the sheets,
because they were utterly filthy with sweat and jizz and
grool from that day's activities, and there was no time to
run out and do laundry that night. We didn't really need
them though, as the warmth of our truly loved little girl
between us kept both Emmie and I cozy all night long.
Compared to the day before, the next morning was a totally
wholesome and puritanical affair. Based purely on the time
it had taken me to drive there, I knew that I had better
leave by noon if I wanted to get back to my place without
ripping out my hair in the returning weekender traffic. I
(once again) treated Emmie and Ruby to breakfast and some
shopping before (again, paying for) lunch. I wasn't leaving
them, shopping bags aside, empty handed though. Earlier that
week I had looked up child support figures and rates. The
amount was calculated monthly, based on the age of the child,
so given Ruby's current age and my income, in back payments I
owed...well, more than I actually had in the bank at that
moment. After a little budgeting work, I decided I could
afford to part with half of my savings. I had been planning
on buying a new car, but that could wait. The look on
Emmie's face when she read the amount of the check was worth
it though. I think the screaming scared Ruby though, as she
very suddenly clung to her mother asking, "What's wrong,
mommy? Why are you crying? Are you smiling?"
It was hard to leave them again so soon, but I think both
Emmie and I knew that we needed not just time, but distance
between us in order to see where our feelings took us. Emmie
needed to live her life a little bit more, and on her own
terms. It wouldn't have been fair to her, after having her
life controlled and dictated all throughout her teenage
years, for me to step in after barely 3 months of living on
her own and impose on her. Sure, there was a possibility
that she might fall for some other guy, but if that made her
happy, I was willing to sacrifice.
We settled on visits every 2 weeks. Sometimes they would come
to me, sometimes I would go to them, and sometimes we would
meet up elsewhere. This worked out pretty good for about 5
months, and then fate decided to kick me in the balls.
Remember how I was saving up for a new car, but put it off to
financially support Ruby? At 8 in the morning, on the Friday
before Christmas, my car stopped dead on the highway. We
still managed to celebrate together, as Emmie drove out to
get me, but it really put a chill on the frequency of my
visits. I thought about asking for some of the money back,
temporarily, but Emmie had already dedicated a large portion
of it towards a bigger apartment for her and Ruby, so there
wasn't much I could do really.
The new apartment was absolutely a worthy use of the money
too. Not only did they both have their own bedrooms, but the
kitchen, bathroom, and living areas were all twice the size
of the previous place, making my visits far more comfortable
for all of us (longer, warmer showers included), not that
Emmie or I at all minded our three person snuggles in
bed...well, to a point, anyways. Emmie had a chat with Ruby
about adults needing "adult time," and so when she was asked
to leave us for her own bed at night, she was expected to do
so without a fuss. Ruby was good about it too, although her
face turned the color of her namesake every time it
happened. Emmie told me that they'd had a much further
discussion about sex after that first visit, with Ruby
confessing a number of things to her mother about what she
had seen and heard, although I wasn't sure if she had
withheld sharing with her mother about our morning
encounters, or if Emmie just wasn't telling me that she knew
about them. The biggest take away from this was that Emmie
had also given Ruby a brief tutorial on pleasing herself.
Emmie was coy with me on sharing the details, only saying
that her tutelage seemed to have been successful.
The bigger apartment did have some downsides to it though,
and that was also due to the separate bedrooms. With me and
Emmie in one, and Ruby in the other, Ruby was less likely to
come looking for me in the morning for our own "adult time."
She, like me, was quite cautious about Emmie finding out
about her hands-on education about the male body, so she
would avoid the matter completely. We were less likely to
disturb her in the mornings with sex also, so Ruby would just
snooze right through them. In all, Ruby and I had fewer
opportunities to be alone together in this bigger apartment,
something which the loss of my car only amplified.
They rung in the new year at my place, and after that, it was
more than a month before we saw each other again. When we
did finally get together again, by which time I had managed
to scrape together enough money to get my car back in working
order, things were...well, different. I thought maybe I was
just imagining it, but Emmie seemed a little distant to me at
times. I asked her about it, but she just claimed she was
preoccupied from work and it was nothing. I couldn't shake
it though. Even during sex, she just...seemed to be
somewhere else.
Monday, less than 24 hours after leaving their place, she
called me. "Hey there," I answered, surprised by the call.
"H-hey." There it was again, the distance in her voice.
"What's going on? Did I forget something there yesterday?" I
asked, unsure of why else she might be calling so soon.
"I, um, well...I need to tell you something." She was
unmistakably scared and nervous about what she wanted to tell
me. A thousand and one scenarios rushed through my mind, and
very few of them were good.
"Emmie, what is it?" I braced myself. She was sick, or Ruby
was sick or...could it be we had managed to make Ruby a
big-sister? I knew Emmie was on the pill now as I had seen
her taking them, but of course nothing was ever 100% effective.
"Just...just don't be mad, okay?" she asked me. Mad? What
had she done to make me mad?
"O-okay. I won't be mad. You're starting to scare me a
little," I told her, laughing nervously, hoping she'd be put
a little more at ease that I was on a similar wavelength with
her on this call.
"Alright. Well, I, uh, I met somebody."
"You met somebody?" I asked, my brain not gripping what that
meant immediately.
"Y-yeah. A-a guy." Oh. OH. A numb sensation filled me.
"Ben? H-hello?"
"S-sorry. Y-you met somebody. I...I see, o-okay."
"Yeah. I, um...I have a...a date with him. Tonight." I
looked at the clock. It wasn't even noon yet. How had she
met and arranged a date with somebody so quickly when I had
just been there yesterday?
"W-when did you meet him?" I asked, suddenly afraid of that
answer.
"L-last week." Suddenly her strange behavior over the
weekend made a lot of sense.
"Whe--" I started to ask, but was quickly cut off.
"Look, Ben, I--I gotta go. I'll call you back later." She
hung up abruptly, leaving me in a daze.
Chapter 11
The rest of the work day went past with me in a stupor. I
felt a little ill and sprung for my phone any time I heard a
ring come from any direction, despite none of them being
Emmie's personal ringtone on my phone. When was she going to
call me back? She hadn't said. Maybe on her lunch break? I
had a very vague idea of how her days went at the health
club. She probably had ducked into the bathroom or something
to call me the first time. Would she call me again under
similar circumstances, and would it be just as brief and
awkwardly frustrating in finding out what was going on? I
didn't want to pressure or force her to talk to me either, so
I held off calling her back, and forced myself to wait.
She didn't call back for the rest of my work day, and driving
home I didn't want her to call while I was unable to take the
call, possibly making her think I wasn't answering out of
anger or anything, so I sped home, nearly crashing into
somebody in the process. It was a quarter after 7 when she
did finally call.
"Hey," she said, still sounding scared, but less so now that
the news had been already broken to me.
"Hey," I answered her, not sure where to begin, and not
wanting to sound like I was interrogating her.
"Sorry. About earlier. Hanging up on you, I mean. I...I
hope you weren't mad," she offered.
"N-no. It's fine," I conceded. "I understand. So...I guess
this means I won't be seeing you this weekend."
"Well, um, I don't know yet. I guess if tonight goes well,
a-and we decide to see each other again...maybe you should
stay home, yeah. Sorry."
"No, Emmie, it's alright, really. You don't need to keep
apologizing," I insisted. It really sounded like she was
beating herself up over this. "I've had worse break-ups than
this. What's his name?"
"Price." I immediately irrationally hated this guy based on
his name alone. He sounded like a rich asshole.
"Price...okay. How, uh, how old is he?"
"Um, 30s, I guess? He's not old." I know she didn't mean it
as an insult, but that stung.
"A-and you just met him last week?"
"Y-yeah. On Thursday."
"So...before we had sex on the weekend then?"
"Yeah." She sounded so deflated admitting to that. "Please
don't think I'm an awful person."
"I don't, Emmie. I'm just...I'm just trying to understand
what the situation is for us now. That's all. I guess I
really shouldn't pry too much into things." She gave no
response to that. "So, uh, you have a date with him
tonight? When is it?"
"Now."
"Now?"
"Y-yeah, well, we're supposed to meet up at 7, s-so..."
"You're a little late then," I pointed out.
"I'm in my car outside the restaurant. I-I'm nervous, Ben.
I just really needed to talk to a friend before going in
there." Oh no. I was being friend-zoned, wasn't I?
"Emmie, how could you possibly be nervous? What happened to
that brave 12-year old girl that knocked on a stranger's
motel door 10 years ago?"
"I was nervous then too," she responded. "But, this
is...this is different."
"That's for sure," I tried joking. "Promise me you'll keep
your clothes on in the restaurant." She laughed.
"I will, stupid. Sorry, this is so weird."
"Yeah, it is," I agreed with her. "You're gonna be fine,
Emmie. You like him, right?"
"Yeah...maybe...I dunno. I barely know him."
"Which is why you go on dates to find out if you really like
him. If he turns out to be an asshole, then don't keep
dating him. It's simpler than you think." I felt really
weird encouraging Emmie like this, but this was something she
had decided on her own to do. I just wished she would have
said something before I drove out there last week, so I
wouldn't have felt so...cheated on.
"Alright." I heard her take a deep breath. "Okay. I'm
gonna go in now. Thanks, Ben."
"You're welcome, Em. Just be confident and be yourself and
you won't have any problems. If it all goes bad though, I'll
be there on Friday to help you rebound and pump you back up."
"Yeah, you'll pump me up with something alright, mister."
"Call me later."
"I will. Bye." And just like that she was gone.
I tried not to think about her date, how it went, if they got
along, where they might go if they really hit it off, but
this was too much like a story that you've been following
part by part, over the course of several months that leaves
you with a really annoying cliffhanger just when something
interesting happens. All of Tuesday passed without a call
from Emmie, but Wednesday at lunch time she rang me up.
"Hey there," I said, trying not to sound nervous over
whatever it was she had to tell me.
"Hey. So, um, it, uh, it went well." Despite the hemming
and hawing in that statement, she sounded more confident than
she had on Monday. "We saw each other again last night, and
we have another date tonight, so, um...this weekend, could
you, uh--"
"I'll stay home. I understand," I said with a sigh. I was
disappointed. I really was, but I didn't want to sound too
much like that over the phone and make Emmie feel guilty for
anything. This unofficial open relationship we had going was
bound to have moments like this.
"W-well, actually, I was going to say, this weekend, could
you, um, could you take Ruby?" she asked.
"Take her?"
"Home with you. All weekend. I hope that's not too much to
ask." I didn't know what to say. The idea that I would be
watching Ruby alone for several days never occurred to me,
particularly because Emmie had her parents much closer as
available babysitters.
"Uh, I, uh, I guess I could," I stammered out. "T-things
must have gone really well then," I laughed nervously. Yes,
I was thinking that it happened. I suppose I knew already
from experience that Emmie didn't hesitate from showing her
interest in another person...ugh, I didn't mean for it to
sound like that, even if it was just a thought in my head...
"Ha-ha...w-well, if we could, um, meet up halfway on Friday,
I can, uh, pass her off to you, and then Sunday we meet there
again for her to come home." She just sidestepped my
implication. I really did feel like crying.
"Sure. Sure, we-we can do that," I agreed.
"I'll send you the address where we'll meet then," she said.
There was a moment of awkward silence, and then, "B-bye."
"Bye," I responded, and the call ended. "What the fuck," I
muttered to myself. I looked at my half-eaten lunch, but had
no appetite to finish.
Later that evening she did send the address of a shopping
center parking lot located a little over 3 hours away from
me, and a little under 2 hours away from her. It was then,
as I saved the location on my phone that I noticed something
in the calendar on my phone. Yesterday, Tuesday, had been
Emmie's 23rd birthday.[1] The date had been automatically
added there from her contact information. She never brought
it up the previous weekend, and hadn't made any comment about
it on the phone on Monday or just now. No wonder it was that
she hadn't called me yesterday. It had been her birthday and
she was seeing another man, and now she was going to be
spending the weekend alone with him. "God damn it," I said,
wanting to punch something.
Friday came, and I was not looking forward to this drive, of
all drives. It didn't help that my boss was irritated that I
was leaving an hour and a half early to pick up Ruby, but I
did have almost 6 and a half hours of driving there and back
ahead of me. I didn't know what I was going to say to Emmie
when I saw her. We hadn't talked since that last phone call
on Wednesday. I could only assume that Price (god, I hated
that name) was not the asshole I had previously opined he
might be. He was now the boyfriend of the mother of my
child. I didn't want to bring him up, and I certainly did
not want Emmie to either. Multiple times during the drive I
almost just turned around to avoid any uncomfortable
moments. It would have been a petulant dick move on my part
though, and it would have hurt Ruby more for me not to show
up than it would have passive aggressively punished Emmie
for...really no crime at all.
My mind wandered back to that day, now 6 months in the past,
when Emmie had told me she thought that she loved me. I was
so worried to hear those words from her, that I just
instinctively pushed back on them. Hell, I ended up
'man-splaining' love to her, shutting her down, and
disrespecting her feelings. Was that a moment upon which our
futures had hinged? We did have 6 months (well, 5 thanks to
my car dying) where we met up almost every weekend and hugged
and kissed and fucked each other silly, but we never made
anything "official" during that time. I still had yet to
meet Emmie's parents, though that was more due to her wishes
than my own. We avoided the 'L-word' for each other, but I
often got the impression that she wanted to say it, only to
hold back because I had been so...scared? Dumb? Resistant?
Now look where that got me.
I arrived just a little before 7, and saw Emmie's car already
there waiting for me. Pulling into the parking spot opposite
them, I could see that Ruby was clearly not in the best of
moods. Emmie looked just plain guilty. When I got out of my
car, Ruby rushed to me, hugging me tightly around the waist
with her face pressed into my belly. "Hey, Ruby cutie," I
said, patting and rubbing her back. I looked up and Emmie
was very hesitantly remaining by her car. "Hey," I said to
her, not unkindly, but I don't think I could fully remove the
bitterness of the moment from my voice.
"Hey," she responded, forcing a smile. Fuck this was
awkward. "How-how are you?" she asked.
"I'm fine," I answered, though I couldn't bear to say it to
her face, instead looking down to the top of Ruby's head.
"She, um, she has homework, so, make sure she gets it done,"
Emmie said. I glanced up at her and our eyes met for just a
moment. We both looked away.
"I will," I said again to my daughter's scalp.
"Ruby, be good for Ben, okay?" Emmie said to the little
girl. Ruby just made a dismissive noise and pressed her face
into my stomach harder.
"She's always a good girl for me," I responded. No double
meaning was intended, at least not at first, but it felt good
to get in a subtle jab at Emmie...even if I did also feel
like a vindictive jerk shortly afterward.
"A-alright," she said, taking half a step back. "I'd better
get going then. I have plans."
"Yeah," I responded tersely, not at all wanting to hear
anything more.
"Bye, Ru. I love you," she tried once more, but our girl
stubbornly refused to give any kind of response. Emmie
retreated to her car, and drove away. I silently hoped she
drove safely, because she looked like she was about to cry
leaving the two of us behind.
"Is she gone?" I heard Ruby speak for the first time.
"Yeah. We'd better get going too," I told her.
Ruby had changed in multiple subtle ways over the past 6
months. She'd put on a few inches in height. Her hair that
had been in a long braid down her back last summer when I
first met her on the beach was now much shorter, extending
only to her upper back. Her figure was still mostly
unremarkable for her age, and as far as I could tell her
breasts hadn't changed much from the puffy lumps I'd first
noticed in her tight-fitting swimsuit. Really, if anything
they were harder to see now, as Emmie had gotten her some
training bras, which pretty much flattened and hid their
shape. Emmie had told me about how she was picked on back in
grade school when her own chest had started to develop, and
so she didn't want Ruby to suffer the same unwanted
attention. The bone structure in her face had changed almost
imperceptibly too, and was really only noticeable if you were
comparing her appearance to a photograph from 6 months ago.
All standard growing up stuff, I supposed, but it also made
me want to cherish every moment I spent with her while she
was still a child.
She was pretty quiet at first in the car, only responding to
me with one word answers. We stopped for a bite to eat, and
she maintained her sullen disposition throughout. Only when
we got back on our way did she speak up at last.
"Do you hate my mom now?" she asked me.
"No, I don't hate her."
"I do," Ruby responded almost instantly.
"Ru," I said, using her mother's nickname for her.
"Don't call me that. I hate that name now. He called me
that too." The acid emphasis on the word 'he' told me
exactly who.
"You've met him then?" I asked.
"He spent the night yesterday." Ugh. I didn't want to know.
"Well, he's nice to you, isn't he?" I tried to prompt.
"I guess. He said I was a 'surprise.'" If I hadn't been
driving, I would have put my head in my hands. How could
Emmie not have told him that she had a daughter? As far as I
knew, she'd known this guy a whole week prior to that, and
she never once mentioned Ruby to him? Not at dinner that
first night, or even the following two nights when presumably
they had sex? I knew Emmie could be a little strange where
Ruby was concerned, but this was just...I couldn't understand
what she was thinking. Maybe she was too embarrassed to
reveal up front that she had given birth at 13? "I guess he
was nice though," Ruby continued. "He didn't really talk to
me too much. He gets really loud when he cums."
I nearly swerved into the next lane. "He wha--?"
"I heard them. He grunted a lot and said really loudly that
he was cumming. Like this: 'I'M CUMMING!!!'" Ruby imitated
in a deep voice. It would have been funny if it wasn't so
shocking and surreal. "You--" she paused, as if thinking
over what to say next. "You aren't loud, so I don't really
know when you do it."
"You listen to us when--?"
"Uh huh," she nodded, eyes fixed on her own feet. "When Mom
tells me to leave for bedtime, I just pretend to go, b-but I
come back and listen by the door." I could see in my glances
at her that she looked like there was more to be said, but
wasn't sure if she should. "Sorry. I know it's bad to
listen to private stuff. Don't tell Mom, ok?"
"I-I won't," I agreed without passing judgment on her
eavesdropping confession. Silence passed between us for a
few minutes after that, and then she reached for her
backpack. It had become routine for her to do her weekend
homework in the car when Emmie would drive to my place, and
that's just what Ruby set herself to do. She ended up
falling asleep part way though, and the last 90 minutes of
driving was done with my little ally against Price slumbering
with her spelling worksheet on her lap.
It was a little past 11 when we got home, and though I had
gotten used to these late drives over the last 6 months, I
felt more tired than usual that night. I chalked it up to
emotional fatigue from everything. Ruby was no longer as
heavy a sleeper as she had been (or had pretended to be, I
suspected), and groggily we shuffled inside together, heading
straight for the bed. Well, I headed for the bed, she for
the bathroom. I was already asleep when she snuggled in
beside me, but woke up a few hours later with an urgent need
that I really should have addressed before going to bed.
When I returned from the bathroom, much relieved, I stood by
the bed and just watched her sleeping there in the darkness.
It was a sight I had never seen before: my child, peacefully
warm in my bed. I remembered sometimes waking up when I was
a kid and seeing my mom watching me. I'd always thought it
was a weird thing for parents to do, but now I got it. It
also made me miss my mom. It had been almost 6 years since
she passed away. She used to tease me a little about how I
wasn't doing enough to give her a grandchild, but for 4 years
she actually had one. "Sorry, Mom," I said softly and got
back in bed with the girl who was now the center of my world.
There's a saying that there are only two things you can be
sure of: death and taxes. If I'd learned anything these past
6 months, there was another thing that could be safely added
to that list when all conditions had been met. Of course, it
had never been possible here, in my own bed. No, the
presence of a certain 22-year old woman in my bed had made
that impossible. She wasn't here this time though. What was
here, was a 9-year old girl, two months away from her 10th
birthday, who had what some might consider a compulsion...no,
maybe it was more like an obsession, with putting her hands
on my cock in the morning while I was asleep. I felt the
blood surge into the organ, stiffening it in her grasp from
the half-chub I'd developed before waking. I had the
pleasure of hearing her gasp in amazement at the change, and
then she looked at me with those big green eyes.
"Good morning, Ruby cutie," I said to her. Her fingers
twitched, almost pulling away, only I think she realized the
same thing I did. There was no reason to be careful now. No
reason to be ready to act like nothing was happening. No
reason that we needed to get out of bed. No reason for
either of us to be nervous. No reason to keep secrets here.
No reason for me to come up with some excuse on the spot why
we had to stop. All those reasons were at best a 6 hour
drive away, and really, the two of us weren't all that
interested in or pleased with what that reason had been up to
during the previous week, so fuck her. Those small fingers
tightened around the pulsing shaft, and she smiled bright
like the sun at me.
"Good morning, Ben." There were no apologies for the
impropriety to follow from her this time, just a request.
"Can I see it? It's been so long since got to see it."
I said nothing in response, except to lean towards her and
kiss her forehead. I slid my hand into my boxers, placed it
on top of hers, and got her started with a few slow strokes.
Emmie wasn't the only one that would get to have fun that
weekend with somebody new in their bed.
***
[1]Funny thing about this birthday, I didn't even plan for it
to be a factor here. As part of my writing process, I give
all my characters a birthdate for use in tracking story
events in a timeline program, as well as me just being a dork
like that. This process is done using a random date picker,
and what came up for Emmie was February 3rd. It was only
when I went to add the date with Price on the timeline (you
can assign characters to events in the timeline program and
it tells you their age at the time of that event, it's very
nifty), that I saw it said "22 years, 11 months," but then
the event for Ruby visiting Ben the following weekend said
"23 years, 3 days." I couldn't just ignore this random
coincidence of events, and so I made Emmie's birthday a part
of everything.
Chapter 12
I watched as an eager look spread across Ruby's face. It
wasn't enough for her just to touch it, she wanted to see the
fleshy shaft she was now stroking. I took my hand away from
hers, and she kept up the motions at the same pace I had set
for her, and pushed the blankets away. Of course as I
uncovered myself, I uncovered her as well.
Typically, Ruby at bedtime was draped in a single large
t-shirt that covered her down to her knees. I didn't know if
it was because either she didn't bring one with her, or if
she was just too tired to bother putting it on, but her
bedroom attire for the moment was a t-shirt and panties. The
training bra I had surmised she wore on the trip here was no
longer in place, as her little breast buds and nipples were
much more evident from within the t-shirt. The style of her
panties were no longer the functionally appropriate kiddie
underwear that I had grown accustomed to seeing glimpses of
either. They were a dark red color, and were a sheerer
bikini cut that held closer to her body, really contouring to
her mound and giving off just the slightest hint of her lips
down the middle. In short, I wasn't just in bed with a
little girl who wanted to see my dick, but instead was in bed
with a sexily attired little girl who was quite possibly
getting horny before my eyes.
I lifted my butt, and down went my boxers, causing Ruby to
coo at being reacquainted with her favorite penis...or at
least I hoped it was still her favorite one. "Is it just as
you remember it?" I asked her.
"Uh huh, but better," she answered cryptically, cuddling up
to me and laying her head on my upper arm and chest. I
wasn't sure what was 'better' about it. It was still pretty
average looking to my eyes, but then again it was my dick, so
perhaps I was just naturally unimpressed by it.
"Better how?" I asked.
"Uh, well," she began, though pausing in both her words and
actions to gather her thoughts. She glanced at my face
before looking away bashfully. "It's, um, s-sexier," she
said. I was intrigued. Just what did a young girl, not quite
a decade old, consider to be 'sexy?' As I recalled, she'd
seen only one other penis, and that had belonged to a boy at
her school. Was mine sexy by virtue of being mature in
comparison, or was there something more to it for her? Then
again, she was saying it was 'sexiER' now than it had been
before, so what changed about it from months ago?
"What makes it sexier, then?"
"It, uh...s-seeing it gives me, um...feelings." Ah ha. It
wasn't that my dick had changed physically some how, but that
Ruby's way of thinking had changed. In the car she had
admitted to me that she would listen in Emmie and I having
sex. Couple that with Emmie having told me some months back
that she had given Ruby a lesson in touching herself, and now
here we were probably enacting a rudimentary fantasy scenario
she had in her head. In other words, Ruby had 'awakened'
sexually.
"Feelings down there?" I asked, eying her panties as she lay
beside me. The way she shifted and rubbed her thighs
together was a dead giveaway.
"Yeah," she answered very softly, almost squeaking. I wanted
to press her a little further, but knew I was probably just
going to embarrass the heck out of her if I was too invasive
too quickly, so I let that line of interrogation go for now.
"That's really normal when you see a naked body," I told
her. "Everybody gets like that because it makes them think
about sex."
"I-I know. Mom told me. I-it's why girls get w-wet i-in
their p-pussies and boys get b-boners." I raised my
eyebrows. Ruby voluntarily said 'pussy.' It seemed like
only yesterday that she was asking me not to say that, to the
point of sounding angry about it, and here she was using it
in front of me. Clearly she had developed a sense of
eroticism since the last time we had been able to speak about
these things. Sure, she was still shy about it all, but
progress was still progress. Speaking of progress, I wanted
to progress with Ruby as well.
"Do you remember the last time we got to be alone like this?"
I asked. Ruby nodded.
"When we were sitting on the couch together before Christmas
time?" she asked. The week before my car broke down, Emmie
had left the two of us alone in their apartment while she did
some Christmas shopping that Ruby couldn't go along for. It
had started out innocently enough, just the two of us
watching TV together, side by side, but bit by bit Ruby had
snuggled up to me and eventually had worked her way into my
lap. There she would squirm around and soon had me hard and
pressing up against her little rear end. No words passed
between us at the time, as Ruby kept up the pretense of
watching TV, but from the way she would glance back up at me,
I knew she was very aware of the biological reactions taking
place over those 2 hours. While that was all exciting and
sexy on its own, it wasn't what I had in mind.
"I actually meant a lot longer ago, in your old smaller
apartment. When you asked about doing with me the same thing
that I did with your mom when she was younger." Ruby nodded
again, but the nodding was followed by a jaw drop and
enlarging of her eyes.
"Y-you mean it?" she asked me excitedly, sitting up. Just as
quickly as she got excited about getting to do that, she got
bashful. "B-but that would mean you would have to see my..."
"Well, yeah," I confirmed for her. "Why? Do you not want me
to see your privates?" She had sounded rather eager back
then to do just that, and I'm sure would have stripped down
for me if given the green light at the time.
"Uh, I-I kinda do, b-but...I don't know."
"Then we don't have to go that far," I relented. I wasn't
going to force or pressure her, and I supposed that part of
her developed sense of eroticism not only changed her
thoughts and views about other people's bodies, but her own
as well. "How about we start with just making me cum. You
want to see that happen?"
"Can I?! I'll get to see it squirt out?!" Her enthusiasm
returned.
"Yeah. And you won't have to take off any clothes that you
don't want to," I reassured her. Sure, I would have loved to
cum all over Ruby's naked body on our first weekend alone
together, but her comfort was the most important thing to
consider in the deal. Besides, the way she kept fidgeting
and shifting her thighs about, I had a feeling she might find
her way past that reluctance to bare all soon enough.
"Okay! Let's make you cum! ...h-how do we do that?" Was it
weird how much I loved that my daughter was equally thrilled
at seeing me blow my load, but was so innocent that she had
no idea how to make it happen?
"You've already started doing it," I told her. "You feel how
the skin moves in your hand when you stroke my cock?" I
don't think I'd ever taught Ruby the word 'cock,' but if she
had been listening to me and Emmie like she claimed, I'm sure
she knew what it meant by now, as well as from the context in
the present moment. "You just need to keep doing that, and
eventually I'll cum."
"Ooh," she said, understanding. "Is this what a 'hand job'
is?" she asked.
"Yeah, it is," I answered, my turn to be surprised. "Where
did you hear that from?"
"An older girl at school," Ruby explained, as she settled
back down by my side as she had been earlier. "She...she has
a boyfriend." I raised an eyebrow at that. Ruby was 9,
nearly 10, and in the 4th grade. I wasn't sure, but I
thought her elementary school only went up to 5th grade. At
most an 'older girl' at the school would have been 11, and
was already doing that with a boy...well, then again, I just
had to recall what Emmie had been up to with Josh at roughly
the same age. The thought of such things made Ruby's
stroking feel all that much better.
"Tell me more about this girl and her boyfriend," I asked Ruby.
"Uh, okay," Ruby agreed, not sounding like she really
understood why I wanted to know such things. "She, uh, she
said that they kiss, and hug, a-and touch each other's
private parts a lot. S-she even s-shows him her pussy."
"Does he do anything to her pussy?" I asked, my breathing
getting quicker.
"Y-yeah. She said he, uh, he r-rubs some slippery stuff o-on
her down there, a-and puts his finger i-inside her...i-in her
pussy hole." Ruby's face was red, but from her how voice
sounded I had a suspicion it wasn't just the embarrassment of
the conversation that had her body temperature up.
"He fingers her," I named the act for her.
"Uh-uh huh," Ruby agreed with me. I felt her fingers tighten
on my shaft as she jerked me off. "D-does it feel good for
girls t-to have something i-inside there?" she asked,
implying to me that she was hesitant to try it herself.
"It can. Do you know what your clitoris it?" I asked her.
She nodded shyly, unable to look at me. "It feels good when
it's rubbed, doesn't it?"
"Y-yeah, b-but..." I watched her press her lips tightly
together as she mentally struggled with how much to share,
probably not even aware how much she'd shared with me already
by agreeing. "I-I...I don't r-rub r-right on it," she came
out with at last. "A-am I doing it wrong?"
"No...well, I don't think so. I don't have your parts so I
can't really be sure," I joked with her, earning a small
smile. "As long as it feels good, then you're doing it
right, I think. Did your mom show you?"
"N-no. S-she just told me about it. I thought she would
show me, b-but...she didn't get naked around me as much once
you guys started...y-you know."
"Oh." It suddenly felt very awkward as the specter of my
freshly ended relationship with Emmie slipped into the
discussion. I felt Ruby's hand get a little looser and moved
slower. "So, to answer your question," I steered the
conversation back, "yes, it does feel good for girls to have
something inside there, but I think in a different way than
your clitoris feels," I answered, well out of my depth. "You
should really ask your mom or other girls about how your body
feels."
"Okay," she agreed. "Are you going to squirt soon?"
"Soon, I promise, but it will happen quicker if we talk about
sexy things while you stroke it."
"Oh...was talking about that girl getting fingered a sexy
thing?"
"Yes, it was."
"What, uh, w-what about when my mom t-told you that h-her,
um, pussy i-is a little girl p-pussy?"
"Yeah." Ruby seemed to think for a moment, as her hand
picked up the pace, then glanced up at me, then back to my
member.
"I-I have a little girl p-pussy too...b-between my
legs...i-in my panties...i-it's r-really small, a-and I-I...I
want your s-sperm to s-squirt up inside it..." Under any
other circumstances, hearing Ruby experiment with dirty
talking like that would be just cute as well as erotic, as
she didn't sound all that sure about the things she was
saying, but was doing her best to repeat things she'd
overheard. Under these particular circumstances though, with
my cock in her hand, and her eyes fixated on it to watch me
cum, it was amazing. I began throbbing in her grasp.
"T-there's something coming out!" she observed with
excitement as my pre-cum bubbled forth. "Why didn't it
squirt out?" she asked with obvious confusion.
"That's not the sperm, not yet," I told her. "Keep going.
Keep saying sexy things."
"What other sexy things are there?" she asked me. I knew
Ruby had the imagination and enthusiasm, but she was
massively lacking in the experience and savvy needed to
really freestyle this kind of thing when prompted.
"Talk about your boobs," I suggested.
"T-they're not really boobs yet," she replied, turning her
eyes downward to look at her own chest, perhaps in an effort
to see what might be at all interesting about them to a grown
man.
"Keep telling me about your pussy then. How does it feel
when you touch it? What do you imagine when you touch it?"
I silently cursed my own pre-cum for distracting Ruby from
what had been a great train of thought in her young head.
"Uh, w-well, it, m-my pussy i-is--i-it looks really pink
inside when I look at it in a mirror, a-and t-there's no hair
on it, s-so...O-oh! M-my boobs, the nipples on them, t-they
feel good to rub sometimes, a-and when I t-touch my pussy,
t-they k-kinda get hard and stick out l-like a dick does!
T-they're doing that now I think." It wasn't super obvious,
but her nipples did look like they were erect at that moment,
though they lacked the prominence atop those budding breasts
a more developed girl might have. Ruby paused again, then
continued. "W-when I touch my pussy, w-well, I rub it, I
mean, i-it gets, like, gooey, l-like your sperm stuff is, I
think. M-Mom...s-she let me watch one time when she shaved
the hair away down there, a-and...s-she, she told me to touch
it when she was done, a-and she got..." Ruby paused again,
and it was clear she was really struggling with telling me
about this.
"Are you wet right now?" I asked her, keeping things on track
and in the moment. Ruby nodded. "That's a sexy thing. Tell
me that," I prompted.
"M-my pussy...my pussy is wet," she said shyly.
"Do you want to rub your pussy right now?" She just nodded
again. "Say it out loud, Ruby. Say it like you were just
saying those other sexy things a moment ago."
"I..." she closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "I want
to r-rub my pussy." She was quiet, but I could hear her
clearly. Still, I wanted her to push her boundaries.
"Louder, Ruby. Open your eyes and look at me." Her hand
paused, and for a moment I thought maybe I had pushed too far
and she wanted to stop. Her grip did not loosen though, and
slowly her head tilted up and I saw those familiar green eyes
of hers fix on mine. I was confused for a moment, as I was
expecting to see fear or reluctance in them, maybe a hint of
tears welling up, but those emotions weren't there. What was
there was another look that I had seen once in a hotel room a
decade ago in the eyes of another little girl who wanted
something similar from me.
Her hand began to move again, swifter now, aided by the
Cowper's fluid that my shifting foreskin had helped coat the
shaft. I noticed another motion then too, one that I had
missed staring into her eyes. Her other hand had gone
between her thighs and was now pressing and rubbing at the
plump pad of her vulva through her maroon colored panties.
"I-I'm rubbing my pussy," she whispered at me, barely audible
over the noise of my cock being stroked. "I-it's wet a-and
feels good when I t-touch it." Her voice had gotten a little
louder, and her eyes did not drop away from mine for a second
while her breathing quickened. "I-I think a-about y-your
dick...c-cumming s-sperm i-inside of it, j-just like I h-hear
you do to Mom..." She broke eye contact with me then, only
so that she could close her eyes for a moment to breathe
deeply that seemed to make her whole body shudder. Just that
little change in her expression nearly tipped me beyond
return, but I managed to hold on because it felt like she
wasn't done just yet. Her eyes reopened and she pressed up
alongside me, trapping her hand between the outside of my hip
and her groin, using my body as added weight behind her
rubbing.
"D-do you want to feel my cock inside you, Ruby?" I asked
her, looking into her eyes. "Do you want me to fuck your
tight little hole?" That was the first time I think I ever
swore openly like that in front of her, though she had no
doubt heard all kinds of filth out of both Emmie's and my
mouth in the heat of the moment. To little Ruby's credit,
she did not flinch at all to hear that language directed at
her. She pressed her lower body against me harder, that one
hand between us moving like it was in competition with the
other hand she had jerking on the shaft.
"F-fuck my p-pussy, B-Ben," she gasped, swearing back at me,
though she was doing so confidently now. "C-cum a b-baby in
my t-tight n-nine year old c-cunny." 'Cunny' was an Emmie
word, one that she used often when slipping into her little
girl personal during sex, so I knew once again that Ruby was
just parroting overheard lines back at me. Not that it
mattered that Ruby was plagiarizing her mother, because it
did the trick for me.
"Oh God, Ruby," I groaned. "You did it, I'm cumming!
Daddy's cumming!" She tore her attention away from my face
and now watched with intent awe as the semen pulsed up
through the tube within her grasp, and leaped out into the
air as white jets. "K-keep stroking, cutie!" I reminded her
in the midst of my orgasm. "Make me shoot it all out for
you!" I came with force, splattering it on my upper chest.
Ruby balked a little as it landed not far from where she had
been resting her head, but did not fully retreat from the
orgasm she'd caused. She sat up beside me, tilting my cock
upward in the process, just in time to cause my last full
shot of jizz to arc upwards and splash down on my lower belly.
"There's so much of it!" she exclaimed, now in a full volume
voice for the first time in what felt like hours. "I don't
think my pussy is big enough to hold all of it," she remarked
as well. There was no hesitation in her voice now either, as
the event caused her to forget all about how embarrassing it
was to say dirty words to me. She kept up the hand job as my
ejaculation entered the latter stages, now just drooling out
the tip and making her hand and my cock head a sticky glossy
glazed mess. "So warm," she marveled at it. Since I was no
longer shooting ropes, she took her hand off and held it
close to her face to look at what she had wrought. Then,
just as surprising to me as it had been the first time she'd
done it, she licked her hand before making an unpleased face.
"What did you do that for?" I asked her, now taking over in
stroking myself to an end.
"I thought it might taste better warm."
"Does it?"
"Not really."
I laughed at that, and extended my arm to have her cuddle up
beside me again as she had been before. She accepted the
offer, and snuggled up to my side, though she made sure to
inspect the area first so as not to lay her head in any cum.
"Did you like that?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she whispered with a smile on her face...then a look
of confusion took its place. "Why...why did you say 'daddy's
cumming?'" she asked me.
Oh shit. I hadn't realized.
Chapter 13
I didn't want to lie to Ruby. I really didn't. I wanted her
to know I was her father. I wanted her to know that I was
more, or that I would be more, to her than just some random
guy that she met on the beach who just happened to know her
mom. I wanted her to call me 'Dad' or 'Daddy' or 'Papa' or
whatever she wanted to call me. I wanted to just ignore
Emmie's wishes to keep this secret going and reveal my
identity to my daughter, but... I felt her hand go again to
my cock, and slowly tug on it, and I became afraid.
Sure, it was already taboo as hell what had just happened,
but I felt I could manage Ruby keeping that secret well
enough considering the inherently secret nature of doing such
things. But if I added to her mind that she had just jerked
off her own dad, and her hand was wrapped around the male
organ that made her... She'd just told me about a girl she
knew at school who was getting fingered by a boy, so what if
Ruby became the one to start confiding in her friends about
her weekend where she made her dad cum? Too risky.
"T-that's just something guys say sometimes when they cum," I
lied...well, it wasn't a total lie, since I'm sure a lot of
guys did exactly that. I just didn't explain why it had any
greater meaning for her and I just now.
"O-oh." She was unmistakably disappointed. Did she really
want me to be her dad? She made no secret of how much she
wanted Emmie and I to get married, but right now that was
impossible. Hell, telling her I was her dad, combined with
the present impossibility of that marriage might disappoint
her even more. I knew what it was like to grow up the child
of a single mother, and maybe it was even harder for me than
Ruby to go through that given the era in which I grew up, but
I never even had the prospect of my parents getting married
presented to me. For Ruby, it would be like dangling
something tangible just out of reach. There was, however, a
middle ground I could offer her.
"You know, if you want to, you could call me 'Dad' while
you're here," I suggested.
"Like were pretending?" she asked.
"Yeah. Like pretend, like we're playing a game." Ruby
didn't agree right away, and I could tell she wasn't fully
into the idea.
"But...wouldn't that be weird when we do sex stuff?" she put
forth. "It would be, like...making my dad cum, o-or touching
myself thinking about my dad." Oh no. That very thing I had
worried about before, how Ruby might feel if she were some
day to know the truth about me after we had already done all
that we had. At only 9-years old she already had adverse
feelings towards incest. I had a sinking feeling that this
was a secret I would have to keep from her...for at least a
little while longer.
"Some girls like to pretend about that kind of thing," I
pointed out.
"That's weird," Ruby responded. Well, it was a start, I
figured. "What do we do now?" she asked me, holding up her
cummy hand.
"We could, um...I could help you cum if you wanted," I
offered, reasonably sure she had given up on her own pleasure
to focus on witnessing me ejaculate. The wide-eyed startled
look on Ruby's face told me her answer before she spoke.
"Not ready to do that with me?" I asked her, and she nodded
affirmatively. "You don't want me to see your pussy."
"Y-yeah...sorry." I could understand her reticence. When I
was 9, I didn't want other people to see my little dick either.
"That's perfectly alright. Your body, your rules." Ruby
didn't respond to that other than to snuggle a bit closer and
went back to holding my dick in silent contemplation. We
laid together like that for a few minutes before Ruby
surprised me with a request.
"Can...can I be alone for a little bit?" She didn't look up
at me when she spoke.
"Why?" I asked, confused.
"I...I wanna do something private. In the bed." If she
wanted to play with herself, I didn't see why I needed to be
the one to get up and leave, but at the same time I did want
to clean my jizz off of me.
"Alright," I said, leaning over towards Ruby and kissing the
top of her head before sitting up. Ruby sat up too, only she
sat with her back to me, like maybe she was too embarrassed
to look my way after implying what she wanted. I turned
towards the other side of the bed and got on my feet from
there. "I'm going to go take a shower. I promise not to
come back in here until you come out, okay?"
"Okay." Naked, I walked towards the doorway. As I reached
for the doorknob to close it behind me, she spoke again.
"Thanks." I looked back at the half-dressed 9-year old
sitting in my bed, her semen covered hand clenched in a small
fist and held in that same awkward way one does when there is
something on their hand that they don't want to spread to
other surfaces but also can't wipe away just yet. I presumed
Ruby still had the same intentions as she did months earlier
when she was first introduced to the substance. I pulled the
door shut as I left the room, and left Ruby to her business.
After showering I heard the sound of the TV on in the living
room. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went out to see
what was up. There I found Ruby on the couch watching one of
those hackneyed preteen oriented sitcoms. She had changed
clothes, wearing now a different t-shirt than the one she had
slept in, and a pair of sweatpants on her previously bare
legs. She looked up at me and immediately blushed and looked
away with a crooked grin. "I'm gonna get dressed and then
we'll decide on what to do for breakfast," I told her. There
was no need to bring up what she'd just done, we both knew.
I wanted her to feel like it was the most normal thing
possible, because in a way it was. I'd had morning
fool-around sessions with pretty much every woman I'd been
romantically involved with, so by that standard, Ruby was no
different...well, maybe a little different. Anyways, I
headed off to the bedroom.
The room smelled like sex, which made me laugh. Mostly it
just smelled like my cum, but there was a hint of something
else in the air. I had to satisfy my curiosity and had a
look at the floor on Ruby's side of the bed. Her clothing
was not laying there, but instead I saw beside her backpack
the small white bag that she and Emmie would use for laundry
on the weekends they would spend here. I heard then a noise
from the hallway as the bathroom door shut and was locked,
and shortly the sound of water falling followed. I guess I
wasn't the only one who needed a shower this morning.
I turned my attention back to the white bag, and picked it
up, setting it down on the bed. As I pulled the drawstring
loose I did feel like a bit of a creep, invading this small
corner of Ruby's privacy. I couldn't help it though, I was
really curious. Right on top of the bag's contents was all I
needed to see. The maroon panties were wadded up, but as I
plucked them out of the bag, the aroma of a young girl rose
with them. Like the pervert that I am, I lifted them to my
nose and sniffed. It had been a long time since I got hard
that quickly after cumming so recently. The outside of the
gusset was merely damp, but looking inside I saw a darkened
patch. I thought for a moment about jerking off into them,
but Emmie would definitely find that once Ruby went back
home, and also Ruby might discover it as well. My cum had
better ways to be used this weekend than just being
unceremoniously spewed into dirty panties anyways, so I
returned things to how I found them.
I got dressed and went out to the kitchen for a quick bite to
eat while Ruby finished up. Soon the water stopped, and my
girl came out, wearing the same clothes she had been wearing
when I found her on the couch. She was still shy from what
had happened, and her default mode was to glance at me and
then look away. "So, do you want to eat here, or shall we go
out?" I asked her.
"O-out."
"Buddy Cakes?" Buddy Cakes was this great local pancake
house down the street that I'd been going to since I'd first
moved here just after the divorce. Naturally, I'd been
taking Emmie and Ruby there as well. The suggestion got me
the reaction I wanted, and Ruby looked up with shining eyes.
"Yeah," she agreed. So out we went.
Ruby stayed dressed in that t-shirt and sweatpants, although
she did put a sweatshirt on as well before we stepped out
into the nippy February morning air. It was out of the
normal to see her dressed down like this, and I wondered if
Emmie's absence had something to do with it, as typically
Ruby looked a bit more polished than these sweats. It didn't
really matter what she wore, as long as she was happy as far
as I was concerned. After breakfast consisting of a
half-stack topped with whip cream and strawberries, I asked
where she wanted to go next, and after a moment of
deliberation, we headed off to the toy store. An hour later
we were walking out with a brand new video game system (and a
sore abused wallet). Having grown up in the 60's and 70's,
video games were just not anything that had drawn my
attention, mostly due to the cost (seriously, due to
inflation, $200 back then was close to $800 now). I'd played
a few games in college, but that was it. I hadn't expected
Ruby to be interested in this either, but she looked so happy
toting the smaller bag containing an extra controller and 2
games. Again, I wondered about Emmie not being present being
a factor here.
We returned home, and Ruby was practically bouncing off the
walls as I hooked it up and registered the console for its
online service. Then we just played. For hours. It was
only when both our stomachs were rumbling that I looked at
the clock and saw it was nearly 2 in the afternoon. I left
Ruby to play solo as I made us sandwiches. She barely
glanced at me when I returned, her attention was so focused
on the game. "Eat," I told her.
"I will," she said.
"Ruby," I reached out and placed my hand on hers. "Eat."
She let out a dramatic sigh, but dutifully paused the game
and swapped controller for sandwich.
"Are you gonna play again after we eat?" she asked with a
mouthful.
"I was kind of thinking of taking a nap," I answered. "We've
had a busy morning." It was the first time that I'd alluded
to what we'd done, and Ruby blushed and looked at the carpet
in response.
"W-when...when can we do it again?" she asked, nervously
smiling. I saw that she had set her sandwich down on the
plate and leaned in close to respond.
"How fast can you finish that sandwich?" Poor girl nearly
choked 30 seconds later from the wadded mass of sandwich she
forced into her mouth.
We walked hand-in-hand into the bedroom. There was a sexual
tension among us now that hadn't been there before, since it
all kind of happened impromptu this morning, and now we came
to it planned. Even so, I undressed at a casual pace in
front of her. Ruby, however, made no move to do so, but
watched with big eyes as I exposed my penis, which had
already grown hard. "Big," she said with the kind of awed
whisper only a little girl could have. "S-should I take off
my clothes too?" she asked.
"Your body, your rules. Remember?" I reminded her. She
nodded at that, and following a moment of quiet deliberation,
pulled off the sweatshirt. The shirt she was wearing under
it was white with a smiling yellow sun on it, but what really
drew my eyes were the two stiff little nipple bumps that the
slightly sweaty shirt concealed. She followed that by
pushing down the sweatpants, and I saw that she was now
wearing a very light spring-green pair of panties that I'd
had occasion to see her wearing before. They weren't nearly
as form-hugging as the maroon bikini panties she'd slept in,
but in the context of the moment that didn't really matter as
much as the fact that she was undressing for me.
I sat down on the bed, and lay back, but Ruby stood there
looking nervously. I thought maybe she was having second
thoughts for some reason, but before I could ask if something
was wrong, she scrunched her eyes shut and pulled her t-shirt
off over her head. Her chest was more or less exactly as I
had expected it to look: grape sized swells under each pink
nipple that were probably due a bit more to the extra of
weight she carried than from the advent of puberty. She
looked up at me for a moment, as if seeking approval for the
move. "T-they're really cute," I said, which got her to smile.
"I've never let a boy see them before, b-but you touched them
before, remember?" I didn't actually, which the look on my
face telegraphed to her. "A-at the beach, when you were
helping me after I got hurt. You picked me up, and put your
hand here," she said, placing her hand over her right little
bud.
"Oh. Yeah, I guess I did," I said, recalling. So much of
that day was a blur to me because of how quickly everything
happened, and how stunned I was by everything I'd
discovered. "You...you weren't mad about it. I remember.
You said it was because I was your 'hero.'"
"Mmhmm," she nodded, before looking to be weighing something
else in her head to say. "Do...do you want to be my hero
again?" she asked at last.
"How do you mean?" I asked her, getting that this was some
roundabout way that maybe she wanted me to touch her in the
same way again. She sat back on the bed and raised her sock
covered foot at me, the same one that had been stung many
months ago.
"My foot hurts. W-will you make me feel good?" A grin
spread out on Ruby's face. A grin that reminded me of a
little girl that crouched at the edge of a hot tub once, with
something she wanted to show me.
To be continued...
Author's note: Not much to say other than here is the compiled
first 13 chapters of this saga. Chapter 14 is of course available
on its own already. I haven't bothered to go through and proofread
this compiled version at all, so I'm just going to trust that the
software did everything correctly, so if there are any really weird
formatting errors, they will just have to wait until the full final
compilation once the story is completed before they are fixed. If
there is anything truly egregious that happened, I hope that one of
my faithful readers will let me know about it, right guys? ;)
Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome.
Hardguy
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are
used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.