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Eddie and Keller - 2
by Ghost421 (address withheld)
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After escaping his old life, Eddie now finds in need of
a place to stay. Luckily, an old friend lives with her
family still. Eddie holds up at her house, with only
her high school little sister in the house. (M/f-teen,
ped, nc, rp, drugs)
***
My Old Friend
So I was off. Me and Keller left Natalie behind in my
apartment, and I'm never gonna be able to go back
there. But honestly, I did feel kinda guilty for
fucking that poor little girl. But every time I thought
about tasting that sweet little pussy, I got hard all
over again. I know that when she finally comes down
from the high, she's gonna call the cops, and I'm gonna
be a fugitive. Shit, I'm already a fugitive. I've got
to do everything I can to stay out off the police's
respective radar.
Thing is, what do I do now. As I drove around, ducking
my head every time I saw a police car, I recalled all
the places that I could go, which weren't many. Most of
my family lives in another state, and my old roommate
is locked up for drug possession. But then it occurred
to me, I have a friend from high school that I still
keep in somewhat touch with. Melissa was always a good
friend back in the day, and I think she still lives at
home with her family. I should be able to stay with her
for a few days. Or at least one day, before the whole
story blows up on the T.V.
So I pulled up to Melissa's house. Quiet neighborhood,
typical suburbia estates around. Melissa's truck wasn't
in the driveway. No cars were on the premises. I didn't
give me a good feeling to think that she may not be
around in my time of need. But, its worth a knock at
least. If I remembered correctly, Melissa had a little
sister, Rebecca, that was in elementary the last time I
saw her. But I figured she was out with the mom
somewhere since the house seemed dead through the
windows. I parked my car on the street, left Keller in
the glove, and went to try my luck.
I knocked a couple times and rang the doorbell. I was
waiting maybe a minute at the door, getting kinda
anxious that I'd have to sleep in my car tonight, when
the locked unfastened and the door opened. It was
Rebecca, but not how I remembered her. Back in the day,
she was just a little runt. The girl that opened the
door was gorgeous. She had definitely aged well.
Looking at me in her, what I would assume are her
pyjamas, she asked, "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, hi, Rebecca,I don't know if you remember me, but
I'm friends with your sister. We met a long time ago."
"Uuhhh," she didn't seem sure," you're gonna have to
remind me a little better than that."
"Umm... Oh! Remember that time that you came to pick up
Melissa from the movies with your mom, I was the guy
there with your sister. We got introduced." In an
instant, the acknowledgment face flew over her
naturally sultry eyes. "Ohhh! Eddie! Right! Now I
remember, how are you?" ...semantics... "I'm fine. I
was hoping you're sister was home, I kinda need to talk
with her."
"You just missed her actually, she split out to...I'm
not sure where. I didn't ask." While she spoke I took a
quick glance down her body. Her tits were already in,
clinging tight under her Fall-out boy shirt. She was
average, not anorexic thin, but not on the chubby side
either. She stood with a great presence about her. Just
the fact that she hadn't slammed the door in my face
yet accounted for her good nature. She had a cute
little buck toothed smile with full pouty lips, which
actually looked kinda chapped. I can't lie, something
stirred in my chest and dick again. "Yeah, I kinda
figured she wasn't here, what with the empty drive-way
and all."
"Oh yeah, my mom left to go visit our grandma across
town for the day. I had to stay back because I've got a
lot of homework to do."
"You're just like you're big sister, a bookworm, I bet
you got honor roll and all that shit too right."
"Hey! I don't ask for it, they just give it to me."
Dammit!! My dick twitched again!
"But look Eddie, if you wanna try back in a couple
hours, I'm sure Melissa will be gettin home." Within a
couple seconds, many thoughts crossed my mind. I've
already committed sexual assault on a minor, left my
old life behind, indulged on my primal fantasies. I
might as well see what happens with this little nubile
from my past. Gotta play to win.
"Actually, me and my girlfriend are kinda having a big
fight right now. And I don't really feel like going
back to let her give me hell. That's kinda the reason
why I came over here. Would it be too much to ask if I
could hang out here for a little while?"
She looked dead straight into my eyes trying to read
anything that I would give her that would let her not
have me come in. But then, she eyes averted and she
thought for a second. "I'll be a fly on the wall for
the most part, Becca, I promise, you'll hardly know I'm
here." She kept thinking again for a second, and then
gave me good news. "Well, ok, but if my mom gets home
first before Melissa does, I'm gonna be in big shit,
and so will you, she's not one to just escort you out
the door. She nearly knocked my ex-boyfriend's head off
last time he was here without her knowing."
"Do you think that your mom's gonna get home first, or
should Melissa get back here?"
"I'm pretty sure it'll be Melissa. And I think she'll
be glad to see you." She opened the door wide, and
showed me in. "Thank Becca. This means a lot. I owe you
one."
"Bad ass! I re-meet you again, and within the first 5
minutes you already owe me a favor. I'm gonna hold you
to that." I walked in, scrapping my boots on the mat.
The front corridor had a very tall ceiling. As I
walked, I could hear the steps reverberate off the
walls. "I was hanging out near the T.V, you can chill
out over on the couch for a while."
Fuck! I really hope she has it on a channel that
doesn't get local bulletins, or this could turn ugly
quick. Not exactly the way I want it to go down. She
walked in front of me toward the T.V. room. I got a
great look at that ass wiggle while she walked. She
seemed so mature for her age. "So what grade are you in
now," I asked. "Oh, I'm a sophomore, and this school
year is taking forever."
"So what does that put you at, 15, 16?"
"I'm the big 1-5," she joked, "but everyone seems put
me at 13 or 14 for some reason." I played along,
"Couldn't imagine why. You seem very grown up."
"Aww, you're sweet. Here, just chill on the couch, I'm
just over here doing my homework on the big couch." I
tried to judge the channel by what program was on. I
really hope its the learning channel because it had
that kinda feel to it. <Ding> "And those would be my
Hot-Pockets. Hope you don't me chowing down in front of
you."
"Nah! No problem at all." She smirked, "Good because I
was gonna eat anyway." I took a seat and tried to focus
on the T.V. but every chance I got I took a quick
glance at her, sizing her up like prey. She settled
into her seat, plate of lunch and all, and she started
looking over her books. I kept wishing to myself no
sudden bulletins would fly across the screen, no one to
come home, and for her to leave me an opening to slip
her this X pill, my 2nd of 3 left.
A good ten minutes passed, and she still had her nose
in the text book, and I was going from the T.V. to
studying her and the surroundings. Pretty average T.V.
room, shelves of movies and music, lamps, a desk,
pretty bland. She was sitting with her back against the
armrest, knees bent up wit her text book in her lap,
giving me a good look at her cute toes, adorn with pink
nail polish to accentuate the daintiness. Her long
black, curly hair pulled back in a pony tail. I really
couldn't get a good read on how her body looked from
her pyjamas covering most of her body except for her
arms and feet. I just let it be, it'd be like
unwrapping a gift at Christmas.
Then she looked up from her book, and placed it next to
her plate of her half eaten Hot-Pocket, "I'm gonna go
to the restroom real quick." I came back, "Hey, it's
you're house, I'm just the guest." She giggled a
little, which kinda sent a good chill up my spine. I
LOVE it when they trust me. She rounded the corner and
I heard the lock click. PHASE I- Once the coast was
clear, I got up, and fished out one of the X pills. I
tucked it into her Hot-Pocket, and made sure everything
looked the same as how it was.
Now I just hope she doesn't lose her appetite when she
comes back. I sat back down, and waited for a bit,
focusing on the T.V., when she came back to her seat,
and assumed her same position. "Miss me?" she smiled
and asked. "Devastated!" I said back, and she returned
with the book cracked open. But within four minutes or
so, she chomped down the last of the Hot-Pocket without
noticing a thing.
I sat back more relaxed now knowing that it was just a
matter of time now. And sure enough, once the next
program on the T.V. started, she asked me "Is it hot in
here to you, or iz just me?" I looked over at her, she
had a hand on her forehead, and looked kinda spaced
out. "Not really. I feel fine. Are you O.k.?," Seeming
sympathetic. "I think so, I'm sure it'll pass." I kept
an eye on her, as she struggled to get comfortable.
She seemed to be o.k. for a bit, but then she got up
again, this time not telling me anything, and made a
cautious walk toward the bathroom. But before she could
make it to the hallway, her legs seemed to give out on
her and she made an ungraceful stumble into the wall
and down to the floor. I shot up and hustled to her, I
grabbed her neck, and guided her head to look at me.
"Becca, you o.k.? What's the matter?"
"I....don't know. I just feel kinda... vfloaty... vall
of a sudden. I think that was a bad Hot-Pocket, some of
that cheese stayed hard a rock... and I... think...
that's what did it." She was having a hard time
focusing in on me. Her sultry, dark right eye fluttered
a little. "I really need... to... lay... down...
here... for a bit."
"No no, we're getting you to your bed. You need to take
a rest. I'll just wait for your sister down here. Do
you think you can make it up the stairs?"
She thought for a second, but had a definite delay in
her thought process. "Here, I'll help you." She had a
confused look on her face, but she understood that she
had just slipped into the wall, better not risk it on
the steps. I held her around the waist, taking her
slowly down the hall, and up the steps. She didn't say
a word. Only till we made it to the second floor did
she assure me, "It's on this floor."
I complied," O.k. sweetie. No problem." I took the
first door on the left and pushed it open, and from the
looks of it, this wasn't her room. Everything seemed to
be more toward the tastes of Melissa, rather than a
high schooler. I looked around, and saw plenty of
pictures of Melissa and various friends at various
times. Becca didn't protest at all. I just led her to
the bed and let her slump over onto the sheets.
"Wow," I thought to myself, "should I fuck Melissa's
little sister in her Melissa's room." I gotta tell ya,
the thought of it turned me on more. Not just to mess
around with this little girl, but to do it in the bed
that my old friend sleeps in no doubt, made it a quick
decision. PHASE II...
Her face was turned down on the bed, with her arms
encircled around her her torso. She was making little
noises that sounded like she was moaning sick. I took
the moment to take off my shirt, and drop my pants to
my boxers. I sat down, and swung her legs into the bed,
making her body turn upward toward me. I grabbed for
her pyjama waistband and untied her little string right
below her bellybutton. Once I got it loose, I reached
under her butt-cheeks and dragged her pyjama bottoms
off her and tossed them to the side. Again, another
creamy young pair of legs were mine. Rebecca started
breathing a little more shallow, I'm guessing she
started getting a little scared.
I picked up her feet, and started sucking each toe. Her
feet were so cold, they felt like little popsicle nubs
in my mouth. Showing each toe some love, I played with
each one, flicking it like how I was going to do her
little clit. I started kissing and savoring up her leg
and calf, passing her thigh, lightly taking big bites
into her. And then I came to her bush, sparsest with
aromatic pubes, and between it all, her enchanting
little pussy. I laid myself out, and starting running
my tongue up and down her slit, letting her teeny
juices flow out a little, then lap em up with
gluttonous enthusiasm.
All the time, thinking to myself, "God! Melissa! You're
little sister tastes soooo goood! I bet she tastes just
like you!" Everytime I sucked on Rebecca's bulbous
clit, I could hear a breath taken in quick, in sudden
chills that went through her body, making her tremble a
little. "Eee... Edd... pulese..." she managed to
whimper out, but I just took that as a "go on" remark,
instead of, what I was sure was a plea to stop. I
reached under her tight little shirt, and began
massaging her tits. They were quite big for a girl her
age. I was able to get a whole handful of each and
grip.
I, regretfully, pulled away from her sweet teeny pussy,
and removed her shirt up and over her head. She tried
to resist a little by not giving up her arms completely
freely, but I just gave her a quick reminder. "Becca,
we can do this the easy way, or the painful way, keep
making it tougher and I'll make it the later." Needless
to say, she went limp again, and I threw her shirt
toward the door. I laid her out on her back and
starting passionately kissing her dry lips. Dry at
first, but I got them nice and moist in a few seconds.
I was letting her sample what she tasted like, while I
probed her mouth with my tongue. Not long, I started
kissing on her neck, and made it to her hard dark
nipples, right in between dark pink and brown, and
worked each for a bit, doing my circular routine of
savory, while taking big handfuls of tit flesh and
kneading like a baker. At the same time, I was setting
myself up to make this little girl squeal with my dick
deep in her, getting in between her legs and spreading
em.
I brought myself up and looked into her eyes, again,
more tears and silent pleas, I was really beginning to
enjoy that moment. But instead of staring into those
sultry red eyes, I spit on the tip of my dick, and got
it hard running it up and down her little 15 year old
fuckhole. She mouthed the word, "No..." to me, but I
ignored her, and started pushing in. Her tiny box
wasn't as tight as Natalie's, but it still gripped my
rod pretty tight.
I had to ease my way in. It was actually getting kinda
awkward trying to slide in on the bed, so I pulled out,
and hopped off the side. She had a small sign of relief
wash over her expression, but it led back into the
previous one of repulsion. I swung her feet back toward
me and pulled her hips toward my rock hard. I aimed my
head to her hole again, and leaned in, letting my
weight drop into her, sending my dick immediately deep
into her. She let out a "Awwwhhhhh" and turned her head
away and closed her eyes.
I spat again on my dick and I pulled out, that's when
the lube took its slimy hold. This time, I wasn't
pulling all the way out, I pumped into her "Oooo...
Rebecca... thats a good girl... fuckin take it... take
it all..." I told her, thrusting into my old friend's
little sister. It wasn't virgin pussy, but it came
pretty close to it.
I grabbed her cute feet, her toes curling with the
unwanted euphoria I was giving her, and held them up to
my head, making an even tighter hole for my steel shit
to slide through. Fucking this little girl was great,
but I had to try something new for myself that I
haven't tried on my young victims yet. I pulled out,
and grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over on
her chest. I clenched her ass in my right hand and
opened up her pussy with my left. I eased in much
easier this time, and started jamming my shit in her,
over and over again. Over her back, I could see in her
body language that she was about to cum, she even
started moaning to me, in my fuck rhythm.
"Atta girl! You like getting fucked doggy, right! How's
that dick feel now baby girl!" Rebecca let out a long
"coo", right before her "AAAhhhhoooooo!" I felt her
juices rush all around my dick. Like my cock just hit
the watery grand prize. After feeling that, I couldn't
hold it anymore, I grabbed her pony tail, pulled back
tight and fired all my cum deep into her.
I pulled on out, and threw her legs onto the bed, and
let her sprawl there, as I got my clothes and got
dressed. I could hear her quiet sobs to herself, and I
could see my cum oozing from her pussy, and seeing some
hang onto her pubes, and the rest run down her taint
and leg. I was all set to go, I turned her head toward
me, and told her ," Bye Becca sweetheart, tell you're
sister I say Hi." And I gave her a kiss. She turned her
head away in a snap, and I walked out the bedroom door,
admiring all the stuff that my old friend had. I
thought to myself going down the steps, I could wait
and fuck the shit outta Melissa when she gets home, or
her mom.
But realizing that they weren't anywhere near underage,
Melissa being my age, and her mom being God knows what,
I decided against it. I raided the fridge and most of
the pantry, scooped up some blankets and pillows and
all the other essentials I knew I was gonna need later.
And headed out the door. As I was leaving, the T.V. was
still on, and I turned the channel to the local
bulletin channel, and sure enough, there was my jail
mugshot staring back at me with all the bio. They were
looking for me, and they knew my car, I had to do
something about that. Too bad no ones car was here,
it'll have to wait.
I closed the door behind me, and pulled a cap over my
face. Once I reached the safety of my car, I had a
decision to make. Do I stay and run the risk of a
police car spotting and running my plates, or do I hit
the road for another state? I started the car, and
rubbed my dick in satisfaction.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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