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Svetlana
by Brody (no address provided)
***
The neighbor girl became good friends with Karl and his
wife. She even volunteered to baby sit their little
daughter. What changes took place and what were the
events that unfolded to brought this young man to accept
her proposition to marry him? (M/f - teen, ped, 1st,
oral, rom)
***
Author Note: This is a work of fiction. The author does
not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18
in real life. You must be over the age of 18 to read
this.
There is some Russian included in the story to make it
more believable - but the translations are always there.
(If you don't want the story part, skip down to the
action, say Chapter 8 through the end.)
***
Chapter 1
I got married right out of college. I was still a young
21, having rushed through high school and then college
at break - neck speed. But my senior year, I found her!
Kristy and I hit it off very well together, so we got
married a couple months after our graduation. I started
a new job as a web programmer and Kristy started her job
in accounting across town. We moved into a nice
apartment complex and began saving our money for our
eventual dream house and family.
About a year later Kristy informed me that she was
pregnant. I was shocked. It wasn't in our plans to have
a kid yet. She saw the fear in my eyes and whispered,
"I'm going to need you to support me, Karl."
I snapped out of it and became the loving, doting father
- to - be I needed to be.
It was about then that I met "her."
"She" was a lithe, young willowy girl that came around
the corner. She had on white shorts that were extra
short. She wore sandals thus her legs which were thin
seemed to stretch endlessly from the ground up to the
torso. She had a nice tan - not too dark, just lightly
brown. And her light blonde hair cascaded full and wavy
over her shoulders down to nearly her waist. Her blouse
was pink, somewhat crenellated but gave no hint of
womanly development. I guessed she might have been 10 -
or 12 at the outside - but only because her face seemed
to be well beyond childish baby - fat stage. She was
definitely a cute child.
She glanced up at me, smiled and then turned to go into
the laundry room. A couple of days later I found out
that she had just moved in with her mother and siblings
to an apartment on the other side of the grassy quad
from our apartment.
Several days later, I was outside at sunset, walking
with my wife and this lovely blonde nyad was sitting on
a step playing with a kitten.
"That is a cute kitten," my wife said. "It is yours?"
The girl looked up. "Yes. This is Sasha."
"That's a nice name," Kristy went on. "What your name?"
"Svetlana Morganova. We live over there," she turned and
pointed.
"It's good to meet you, Svetlana. I'm Kristy and this is
Karl."
"And you're going to be having a baby soon?"
Kristy laughed and I smiled. "Yes, it's becoming
obvious."
"Well, I can help baby sit when you need that," Svetlana
offered.
"Well, how old are you, Svetlana?"
"I just turned thirteen."
(That surprised me. I really thought she was younger.)
"We'll keep that in mind," Kristy said. "Talk with you
later."
Svetlana waved then made her kitty wave its paw.
As we walked away, Kristy said, "She seems like a
responsible child. I'm going to have to get to know her
and their family better."
I nodded.
"Is that all you have to say?" Kristy laughed.
"Pretty much. You summed it up pretty well."
"What were you thinking, Mr. Quiet - one?"
"Me? I'm still getting my head around being a daddy. For
instance, if we have a little girl, will she have hair
that would be as long as Svetlana's? And if so, then how
do you brush it or wash it?"
Kristy laughed and held onto my arm. "You really do
surprise me sometimes with what goes on in your head."
"It seems obvious to me," I replied.
Chapter 2
The baby came in October: Tanya Sofia. The neighbors all
took turns coming to visit, some brought little gifts
and a few brought food.
About a week later, Svetlana appeared at our door and
smiled. "Can I see your new baby?"
Kristy nodded and invited Svetlana in then motioned for
her to sit on the couch. A few moments later Kristy
reappeared with our baby girl and asked, "Would you want
to hold her?"
Svetlana nodded energetically. "Please?"
Kristy gently placed the baby in the young girl's arms
and watched as her face lit up with joy.
"She is so pretty!" Svetlana said. "What's her name?"
"Tanya Sofia," I replied.
"That could be a good Russian name," Svetlana answered.
"Are you Russian?"
"No, not at all. Tanya is actually found throughout
Northern European cultures and Sofia comes originally
from Greek."
"Really? How'd you know that?"
"I studied it and looked it up."
Little Tanya Sofia started fussing and Svetlana placed
her finger next to the baby's cheek. Tanya turned as
though to nurse.
"She's hungry, isn't she?" the girl ask my wife.
Kristy nodded and bent to take the baby from her.
"Thank you for letting me hold her. Please do remember
me if you need any baby sitting." And then she was gone.
"I like her," Kristy said as she started nursing Tanya.
"She is a respectful youth."
"She also understood how to hold a baby as well as what
clues a baby gives." I smiled at Kristy. "There. How
about that for having a little more thought about it?"
"Come here and let me kiss you."
I readily obliged.
It was several days later that there was a knock on our
door. I answered it and was surprised to see a very
Slavic looking woman with four kids in tow. Svetlana
stood next to her.
"Ha - low," she said. "I do hate botherink, but Sveta
said we must meet new baby."
"Yes. Come in. My name is Karl Becker." I looked behind
me. "And this is my wife, Kristy."
"Yes, pleased to meet you. I am Olga Morganova."
Introductions were made all around. Svetlana was the
second oldest of six children. The oldest, Lyubov, was
working at Burger King. But in order, the children were,
Lyubov, 15; Svetlana, 13; Vadim, 11; Yevgeny, 10, Anya,
8; and Katyushka, 5.
Kristy showed the baby to our visitors and Olga said, "I
tried to tell Sveta if you see one baby, you see all
babies. But," she stopped and smiled for the first time,
"I was wrong. This baby cute."
"Thank you, Olga," I said.
"Svetlana has offered her services to be our baby sitter
when the time comes," Kristy began.
"She is very good with young children," Olga chuckled
and pointed to the rest of her family. "She had much
practice. Besides, having little money can be good."
"Are you then a single mother?" Kristy asked.
Olga wrinkled her brow. "There is only one of me, yes?"
"I'm sorry. I mean, it's just you? No husband?"
"No husband. No. Threw bum out."
"I'm sorry," Kristy started.
"No, it best. Now we okay. And glad to meet your baby."
I was intrigued by this point. I had Russian classes in
college and minored in Russian history in addition to my
computer major. "How long have you been in the United
States?" I asked.
"Since summer."
"It's always difficult settling into a new place without
having to learn a new language too."
"Don't assume that you understand our difficulties," she
stopped me short.
"No ne dumayte, chto ya glupii." (But don't think that
I'm stupid.)
She stopped and her jaw dropped a little. Svetlana put
her hand over her mouth to cover a smile.
"Tii znayesh kak govoriit pa - russkii?" (You know how
to speak Russian?)
"Eto pravda. No pa - russkii yaziik moi - vrak moi!"
(That's the truth. But in Russian, my tongue is my
enemy.)
"Nu, eto drugoye." (Well, that's different.) She smiled
again and extended her hand. "Perhaps I misread you. A
pleasure. Blessings on your little one."
After I closed the door, Kristy came up to me and
whispered, "I do believe you actually charmed her."
It was after Christmas that Svetlana began hanging
around our apartment during the later afternoon, after
school and before supper. At first she just hung around.
Then Kristy suggested that she could either help or do
homework. She started doing both. By the time I arrived
home Svetlana would be at the dinner table with her
books and Kristy would be taking care of the baby and
starting dinner. And I was roped into helping her with
her math and then her science.
It was around April that Kristy felt that she could
leave baby Tanya alone for a few hours. Svetlana was
called upon and her mother, Olga, agreed. Olga also
whispered "Thank you for helping her school work."
"Our pleasure," Kristy quietly replied.
"Sveta has turned around grades in school. Very good
now."
"I'm glad to hear," I interjected. "She mentioned that
she likes math and science now."
"And that is surprise," Olga said. "She hated that
before. Can you help Vadim and Yevgeny?"
"If they want to be helped," I replied. "I'm no
magician."
"Okay, and you'll be back when?"
"Here's our cell phone number," Kristy explained, "and
we should be back around eight o'clock."
We had a good time out even though Kristy kept thinking
about the baby. We had a nice dinner and a lovely walk
around the downtown, but Kristy was anxious to get back
so we headed home a bit earlier than originally planned.
I was thinking that could have happened so I had an
extra dessert stored at home in the freezer.
But imagine our surprise when we opened up the front
door and saw Svetlana on the couch, her shirt off and
our baby nestled up against her tiny breast. I just
stared, dumbfounded, trying to take it all in. On one
hand shocked by the sight, but on the other hand
absolutely spell - bound by how cute Svetlana's little
tits looked.
Kristy let out a half shriek then rushed forward and
snatched Tanya from the sitter. "What are you doing?"
Svetlana started crying and blubbered things like "I'm
trying to calm her. She wouldn't take bottle!"
Kristy finally calmed down and sat next to Svetlana.
"Okay, honey, let's start from the top. What happened?"
And Svetlana sat there, her shirt still off with her
beautiful, tiny handfuls of barely - there tits
displayed for all to see. I don't think they were even
'A' cups - merely small mounds capped with a medium size
nipple each. I suddenly felt self - conscious and so
did my Mr. Woody. I took my coat off and, as I held it
in front of me, I coughed. Kristy looked up at me so I
nodded at our half - naked sitter.
"Yes, and while you tell me what happened, Karl will
take the baby to bed and you'll put your shirt back on.
Okay?"
It was thirty or forty minutes later after Svetlana
calmed down - and Kristy too - that my wife walked her
back home and made sure that she was okay. After Kristy
returned she whispered "You got a little bit of a show
there, didn't you?"
"Yeah, but not the sort of show I was wanting." (I left
it purposefully nebulous.) "But what happened?"
"It's a cultural thing, I guess. If the baby won't take
a bottle, give 'em a boob. She doesn't have much in that
department, but evidently Tanya tried it, especially
after Svetlana covered her nipple with my milk."
"But that doesn't feed the baby," I said. "Right?"
"No. It just calms the baby down. Or it could."
"And you're okay with that?"
"It's a little weird. But I remember reading about it
while I was pregnant." She gave me a hug. "But I never
thought I'd have to deal with it up close and personal."
She rubbed my crotch. "What's this I feel? Are you extra
turned on by seeing a little tit tonight?"
"Little is right!" I quipped, hoping that I wasn't in
gobs of trouble.
"Really turned on?" she pressed.
"Kristy, I'm a guy. What do you expect. We haven't
exactly had our love making times as often now that the
baby's been born. And then some strange tits show up in
my living room looking all naked and whatnot."
"Well, let's take care of that, lover," she cooed. "I'm
going to feed our little one, then I'm going to suck you
dry and hope that you can pump me full of your love
juice."
"Oh, baby!"
Sex was so good that night! But I kept imagining
Svetlana's tiny tits beneath my fingers as I played with
Kristy's ample, nursing breasts. And as I lick Kristy's
pussy, I wondered what Svetlana's little pussy would be
like since her tits were so tiny. I spewed gobs of cream
in Krsity's mouth then pumped her full of more baby -
making juice. We fell asleep in the nude, my dick still
semi - hard and cradled in her butt crack and my hands
cupping her breasts.
Chapter 3
Kristy and I picked up our love - making sessions after
that. And that really did help keep my mind off of what
Svetlana had under her clothes. Mostly.
The school year ended for Svetlana and her siblings near
the first week in June which meant that they were all
home more often. Olga was pretty good about seeing that
her children had some place to go and that they were
supervised most of the time. It's just that there were a
lot of times - especially in the late afternoon or the
weekends where they were free to hang out around the
apartments. Most of it was good. It's just that we also
had a pool so that meant if there was a willing adult
there, Olga's children wanted to hang out in the pool
too.
Kristy and I set up something with Olga so that either
one or both of us would watch the pool - and her
children - for an hour on certain days. We emphasized
"one hour" and Olga reiterated that to her brood. And
things worked out well. Even Vadim and Yevgeny were okay
- in spite of my initial worries about rambunctious
boys.
Kristy was back at work part time and my boss let me
telecommute so that I was able to watch our baby most of
the time when Kristy was at work. There were a few times
where we needed a sitter and Svetlana worked out well
for most of those occasions.
But the problem really was the pool. Lyubov was hardly
ever around, I guess she had work and other friends.
Svetlana told us that there was probably a boyfriend
too. But Olga's children didn't really have proper
"traditional" swimming suits. The two boys wore short
pants - that was okay.
The two younger girls wore just their panties. On one
hand they were only 8 and 5 years old, but on the other
hand, this was a public place in the USA. And Svetlana
wore a small tee - shirt and her panties. Kristy was
watching them that first day and let it slide seeing
that nothing was indecent. She also pointed out to me as
I joined them after a half hour or so, that there were
no other children in the pool at the moment so the
potential troubles were at a minimum.
Potential troubles my foot! Each of the girls' panties
were thin and soaking wet so there was little left to
the imagination. Every time they climbed out of the
pool, their panties sagged in the back showing a cute
peek of a delightful crack and the tops of some very
cute buns. Or they would hurry by with their panties
scrunched up - either in their butt crack, as though
they wore a thong; or tight in their pussy crack,
showing a young camel - toe; or loose and floppy so that
their pussy was completely visible in spite of their
panties. And what's worse, Svetlana's tee - shirt was
thin and tight and wet and clung to her skin like a
second skin, emphasizing her small tits. And several
times I saw her tits directly as the shirt rode up in
the water - beautiful tiny cones with inviting nipples
capping each.
I also saw Svetlana's pussy - not just in profile or
through the thin fabric which was tantalizing enough. I
saw her bare, uncovered pussy staring at my face. I
decided that I had better spend my time in the water to
hide the uncomfortable swelling that announced Mr. Woody
was here and ready for fun and games. I had just swum
underwater from one side of the pool to the other and
surfaced at the deep end. Svetlana had suddenly appeared
there. (I don't think she was there when I started my
underwater trek.) But there she was.
"Hi." Her voice startled me as I broke the surface. But
as I wiped my eyes and held onto the pool edge, the fact
that her panties had parted completely to one side
allowing her pussy to smile back at me in its vertical
slit sort of way. There were no hairs along either side
of that beautiful slit. There were only a few tufts of
medium dark hairs at the top of her pussy mound. I
looked beyond her and saw that Kristy sat facing us in
the shade of the pool umbrella talking with the two
younger girls who were cooing over baby Tanya.
"I think you're a little uncovered, Svetlana," I said in
a low voice.
"It doesn't matter."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Not till you're a woman."
"You're pretty close."
"Hardly."
"Svetlana," I said, coming up alongside the outside of
her leg and nudging them closed. "You're nearly a woman.
Only adults have hair showing up down there."
She looked at me as though she couldn't believe what I
just said then she opened her legs again and looked
closely at her equipment. Her face turned red and she
slipped into the water and swam away. I was left with a
raging hard cock and a nagging worry in my stomach that
I had spoken too much. Svetlana avoided me for the next
fifteen minutes or so. First she just swam, then she got
out and dried off. She whispered something to my wife
then retreated to her apartment. As we were getting
everybody else out of the pool, she returned, properly
dressed, and helped gather up her siblings.
As she herded them ahead of her, she hung back briefly
and whispered to me, "I'm so sorry."
I put my hand on her shoulder. "I'm not mad at you; you
know that?"
She nodded. "You won't tell Mamma, will you?"
"Not at all."
A look of relief washed over her face and she grabbed my
hand from her shoulder and squeezed it tightly. "Thank
you. I really didn't know."
"Know what?" I asked.
"That my pizda was showing."
I didn't hear her exact word and it was a term not
taught in formal classes, but I guessed what she meant.
"Your pussy?" I whispered.
She turned a little red, nodded, gave an awkward smile
then disappeared into the apartment with her siblings as
Kristy and I retreated into ours.
As Kristy was changing little Tanya, she suddenly said,
"I think that Olga's children need real swimsuits."
"I think you're right. What's your plan?"
"Let's take them shopping."
I thought about it for a few moments. We could
definitely afford it, the children definitely needed it,
but should I, a man, go shopping with a bunch of
neighbor girls? "I think that would be nice," I finally
said. "You could take the girls and I could watch
Tanya."
"But Vadim and Yevgeny need suits also. You'd have to go
help in that department."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Let me talk with Olga about it."
Chapter 4
Turns out a bigger issue that what we had initially
imagined. Ever go shopping with seven children and only
one of your own? Ever go ANYWHERE with seven children?
We didn't have a minivan so we decided to make it a
walking adventure. It was just under two miles to the
mall. We'd shop, catch a bite to eat then walk back.
Simple. Right?
Surprisingly it was simple. Olga must have breathed fire
and threatenings at her children if they were to
misbehave. Seven children! Even Lyubov came. I guess
that Olga saw a free hand out and wanted to cash in as
best she could. Lyubov was helpful as was Svetlana for
keeping the younger ones in tow and in line. Kristy
pushed the stroller with Tanya and I had the job of
holding Anya and Katyushka's hands.
I also watched Lyubov and Svetlana. They were as
different as night and day. Where Svetlana had very long
blonde hair, Lyubov's was barely shoulder length and
dark brown. Where Svetlana was thin and had barely
started developing, Lyubov was very womanly: very full
hips, tight and round; breasts that were at least a C or
a D cup, lightly held by a lacy brasserie that was
partly visible through her thin blouse and bounced
beckoningly at each step. Where Svetlana was smallish,
barely 5 foot 1 or 2, Lyubov was easily 5 foot 5 or 6.
Lyubov was a fashion dresser: tight designer jeans and
stylish shoes. Svetlana was a practical dresser: tennis
shoes, short pants and a tee - shirt with a "I heart NY"
design on the front. I guessed she might have picked it
up at the thrift store. But I was also fascinated by how
different they carried themselves and how different they
sounded. I chalked it up to the older teen mind being
less resilient to learning new languages. Or perhaps
more rebellious and stuck remembering how good the old
ways were.
At one point Vadim started crossing the street without
looking. Lyubov shouted, "Vadim Ivanovich!" And Vadim
immediately stopped and looked around. A car turned
right in front of him. That was close! I also heard his
patronymic name - that is, his father was Ivan. (In
Russian and many Slavic languages children have a family
name like Stetsenko or Morganov, as well as a given name
- a first name - like Vadim or Lyubov. But they are also
named by who their father is. If the father is Ivan, the
son's patronymic name would be Ivanovich - son of Ivan -
and the daughter would be Ivanovna - daughter of Ivan.)
Shopping went fairly easily. Seriously. Just hold up the
swim trunks to the boys to size it then send them in to
try it on, and then pick a pack of similarly sized
underwear. For the young girls, Kristy herded them into
the dressing room and came out ten minute later with
giggling girls in cute suits.
Svetlana was holding Tanya but rushed over to her little
sisters and hugged them. "You look wonderful!"
Even Lyubov smiled.
A few minutes later the younger girls were back in their
street clothes still bouncing with excitement. At that
point I paid for the loot that we picked up so far and
Kristy took Lyubov and Svetlana to the junior girls
section to pick out swimsuits and the like.
It was at that point that the only weird thing happened.
I was standing outside the junior girl's section with
the two boys and the two younger girls and the little
baby. It must have set off warning bells for some old
sales lady.
She came over and asked if everything was okay.
"Yes, ma'am! Just waiting for my wife."
She looked me over and asked, "Are these all yours?"
"Some."
Kristy saw me being interrogated and came over. "You
know that he's really super helpful," she said, catching
the sales lady off - guard.
"I'm sorry, pardon?"
"This man, my husband, is super helpful," Kristy
repeated. "He's watching these neighbor children while I
help their older sisters get fitted for new swimsuits."
"The neighbor children?"
"Yes. Immigrant family. They're learning all about our
customs."
"Oh, I see." And then she turned on her heels and left.
We stopped in the food court to have a late lunch, mid -
afternoon snack. The children were very excited and very
thankful. Even Lyubov made a point to quietly say
"Thanks."
"So do you know what all I got?" Svetlana whispered to
me.
"I'm assuming a swimsuit?"
She nodded. "A two piece!"
"Oh, I see." I didn't really know what I should say in
response.
"And your wife helped us pick out underwear."
"Really?" I knew that she had; I just was playing along.
"Yes. But you can't see that."
"Of course not." Part of me was disappointed, but
another part was relieved that I wasn't going to have to
deal with that potential lawsuit.
As we walked home, the two youngest girls were tired and
I carried first one, then the other to give them a break
and to get them thinking about something else.
Lyubov walked beside me at one point and whispered, "You
are a strange man, Mr. Karl."
I looked at her and waited.
"Strange, but in a good way."
"Pochemu?" I asked. ("Why?")
"And that's the other thing. You know about Russia and
you are so nice to us. It's almost like you're trying to
get something, but I don't think so."
"No, I'm not out to get something."
"I'm saying it all wrong. I don't mean you are - it's
just almost like you were."
I nodded basically understanding what she meant.
"Why is it that you know so much? And about Russia?"
"I studied. I thought it was interesting."
"I hate school. Very boring. Especially history."
"Where were you born?" I asked.
"Poltava. Why?"
"That's, what, southeast of Kiev. Right?"
"Yes. Are you a walking book of maps?"
"No I studied. And the thing about Kiev is that it has a
long and important history. Did you know that it was in
Kiev that the Russian State started? More than a
thousand years ago? By a Scandinavian prince named
'Rus'?"
"No."
"And it was there that the Russian alphabet was invented
by two Greek missionaries?"
"And you learned this in history?"
"Yes. Plus extra reading."
"You almost make it sound exciting."
"It really is."
We walked along quietly for a little longer before she
said in a low voice, "I have to tell you what Mamma
didn't. When she threw out our father, it was because he
was messing around with Sveta. He tried to come on to me
but I slapped him. That's when Mamma found out and threw
him out."
"I didn't know."
"Of course, you didn't," she smiled. "And I have been
watching you ever since Sveta told us about you. You are
not like our father. You are not trying to come on to
us. Thank you."
"You are welcome." And suddenly I felt very odd, knowing
that I had been under the microscope and tested; but
rather pleased that I passed the test. Lyubov took
Katyushka from my arms and I picked up Anya. A little
later we were home and Kristy presented all the new
items to Olga whose eyes were wide with a little
disbelief.
"Thank you, thank you," she kept repeating.
We left promising the little ones that the next day they
would be able to model their new suits and try them out
in the pool.
Later I told Kristy what Lyubov had said and she was
quiet for some time. "Well, the experience must not have
been permanently damaging."
"True. None of the children seem particularly messed
up."
"And Svetlana is not put off by all men. She really
enjoys your attention, Karl. Have you noticed that?"
"Yes. It's a little awkward at times."
"Bear with it. It's all part of how a young teen matures
and gains confidence to talk with more adults."
"I'm glad you're here with me, Love," I said.
"I'm glad I'm here with you too!"
Chapter 5
The summer wore on with its heat and its activities. The
pool was a regular part of our week. Our little Tanya
looked forward to splashing around in either Kristy's
arms or in my arms whilst in the water. And I must say
that I was looking forward to the pool time too. Not
just because it was a nice break from the heat and a
chance to relax after sitting at a computer most of the
day. But primarily because I got to see so many girls
and young women in swimsuits. The girls were not nearly
as obscene as that first day when they wore only panties
(or panties and a tee shirt), but they were still "sexy"
for lack of a better term.
As Anya and Katyushka sat on the edge of the pool and
kicked their legs, I could see the wet fabric outline
their pussies very well. I also thought it odd that
Katyushka's pussy seemed larger and more prominent than
Anya's. Perhaps it was because Katyushka was so much
thinner that a similar sized pussy with all its puffy
padding would be much more noticeable. Or perhaps it was
variability in shape and size. I also enjoyed looking at
Svetlana's lovely developing form. Her dark red and
black two piece accentuated her light brown skin very
well.
It was a modest two piece - showed no cleavage (she
didn't have any anyway) - and it covered her buns better
than the short, white short pants that she would wear
around the complex. But as I sat holding Tanya or stood
in the water with Tanya, I would occasionally be able to
watch Svetlana closely: her tits were mere delicious
nubs poking up from a very flat chest where ribs could
still be seen; her pussy - both slit and puffy lips -
were lovingly outlined by the fabric and displayed for
me as she sat in a chair or on the edge of the pool. I
thought of what it must feel like to cup my hand over
her tender breasts or squeeze her lovely pussy lips.
Poolside, I was often on the verge of having a permanent
Mr. Woody! Standing in the water or holding baby Tanya
helped hide *THAT* evidence fairly well.
Just before school started again for the children, I
came home late after several emergency fixes at work. As
I shut my car door shut I heard a sob. I looked around
but saw no one. I slowly walked toward our apartment and
then heard the sob again. I walked around the corner and
found Svetlana kneeling on the grass by the driveway and
a dead cat on the pavement.
I dropped my briefcase and knelt beside her. "Oh,
Tsveta," I whispered, hugging her shoulders. "What
happened?"
She turned to me and burred her face in my shoulder.
"Is this Sasha?" I asked, stroking her hair.
She nodded and sobbed again.
"Tsveta, Tsveta," I whispered. "I am so sorry."
I held her close. My heart was nearly breaking for this
girl and her loss. True, she was 14. True she had been
through a lot already, but a loss is a loss and it's
never pleasant. She cried and my shoulder grew damp from
her tears. I was suddenly aware of her tits pressing
into my chest, but I willed my thoughts elsewhere.
Eventually, my legs were asleep and I had to move or
risk permanent damage.
"Let's sit on the steps, okay?"
She nodded and we helped each other up to the nearest
step. It was then that she told me that she had been
looking for Sasha part of the afternoon and had only
found him shortly before I found her.
"Tsveta, I think that Sasha needs a little box. He
shouldn't stay out in the street."
The realization of a burial made her cry again, but she
also nodded.
"Do you want to stay here or come with me to fetch a
box?"
"Come with you."
And so she clung to me as I picked up my briefcase,
walked to the apartment, told Kristy what had happened
and looked in the closet for an old shoe box. Kristy
brought an old hand towel and we laid Sasha in the box
and placed the towel over his limp body. I closed the
lid and began wondering how to dispose of the poor thing
now.
"Tsveta, what are we going to do now?" I whispered.
She looked up at me and asked, "You're calling me
'Tsveta'? Not 'Sveta'?"
It was a subtle change. A non - Russian speaker probably
wouldn't have noticed it. But I chose the change on
purpose. Svet is Russian for 'light' and Svetlana could
mean the little bright one. But Tsveta means colors. If
I chose Tsvetii, it would have meant flowers.
"I did that on purpose. You bring so much joy to those
around you, you are like a bright splash of colors." I
stroked her hair again. She had such long, soft and
golden hair! I traced its length from her head down to
her - Sheesh! My hand was on her ass! I pulled back and
continued, "I was toying with calling you 'Tsvetii'
instead because you're also lovely like a bouquet of
flowers."
She started crying again and held me close. Eventually
she whispered, "I like that."
"I can call you 'Tsveta'?"
She nodded her head up and down. Kristy was holding our
baby but then gave Svetlana a hug as the girl hugged me.
I felt her tits press into my chest again and this time
I just enjoyed their warmth. It was much later that we
got permission from the management to bury Sasha in a
small plot out by the fire hydrant and electrical boxes.
The ceremony was attended by most of Olga's family and
ours.
Afterwards, Olga placed her hand on my shoulder and
said, "You are so nice to our family. Thank you."
Kristy gave me a kiss and said, "That's just the way he
is. That's why I married him."
Olga nodded then led her troupe back into their
apartment.
Chapter 6
The summer gave way to autumn and then to the grey skies
heralding the encroaching days of winter. Tanya turned
one and we had a small party for her - cake and ice
cream and Olga's family came too.
As we sat around after cleaning up, Kristy said to me,
"I'm thinking that I'd like to get Svetlana a little
gift for Christmas."
I nodded. "And the others too?"
"I'll think of something. But Svetlana almost feels like
she is part of our family like a niece or something."
I had to agree. Tsveta, as I took to calling her, was
over at our place nearly every afternoon, helping with
the baby or dinner or doing homework. Sometimes she had
Anya or Katyushka with her. But as soon as our dinner
started, she would go back to her apartment to start
dinner for her family since Olga came home usually after
7 - often closer to 8.
During this time we saw less and less of Lyubov, which
meant that Tsveta was in charge of her siblings to some
extent. True Vadim was now 12 and a half and was
somewhat responsible, but nonetheless, it was a lot of
responsibility for a teenage girl to shoulder. I think I
know why she hung out with us so much - stable, quiet,
and she could just be a girl without being "in charge"!
Christmas came and we had small little gifts for each in
Olga's family. Kristy did a great job of picking out
just the right item for each person. Even Lyubov was
surprised and appreciative of the necklace. But I was
not expecting the reaction that we got from Tsveta. She
squealed and hugged Kristy then ran to me and hugged me
and kissed my cheek. I positively tingled from her
excitement and her tiny boobs pressing into my chest.
Her scent lingered with me for hours afterwards.
Much later she came back over to our apartment just to
say thanks again. And she reaffirmed her absolutely
loving the necklace by hugging each of us and kissing me
again on my cheek - this time her hands wrapped around
the back of my neck and I felt my manhood reacting in
unacceptable ways. I don't know if she knew what she was
doing to me, but she had to have felt my stiff dick
poking back at her stomach as her tits drilled into my
chest.
But tragedy struck, cutting my very heart away. Kristy
was coming home one late, rainy early February night and
was killed almost instantly in an accident on the
freeway. The police report said that a late model, black
subcompact car clipped her rear end, sending her into a
spin in front of a semi - truck which was trying to
avoid another car.
I received the news from a phone call. I was worried
already that Kristy was late and hadn't called. I was
shell - shocked with the grave report that the police
gave. I went into a detached state, turned off the
stove, picked up little Tanya and headed out to Olga's
apartment. She was just getting home from work.
"Olga, I need help. Kristy's been in an accident. Can
you or Tsveta watch Tanya now?"
"Da, of course. How bad?"
I shook my head and she saw the tears threatening to
cascade.
"Oh, Karl. I am so sorry. You have your phone?"
I nodded. "Thank you."
"Let us know."
"I will."
I wasn't pretty. It was the hardest thing I had ever
done to that point. Identify the body. And then the
paperwork started. And the reports and the insurance and
the... I got home late and made a quick call to Olga.
"Da?"
"It's me. I'm home now."
"If you want we watch your Tanya all night."
"I really want to hold her now," I said, feeling the
weight of this new reality crushing me.
"Sveta will be right over with her."
"Thank you, Olga. It means so much to me."
Svetlana, Tsveta moei - my colors - showed up not
even two minutes later. She said nothing but stepped in,
closed the door and handed Tanya to me. Tanya was mostly
asleep but shifted, looked up at me and closed her eyes
again. Then Tsveta enveloped me the best she could with
her small arms and hugged me, placing her head on my
shoulder next to Tanya's.
I was overwhelmed. I had to sit down. So I plopped on
the floor next to the front door, still holding Tanya
and Tsveta knelt next to me, holding me tightly and
lightly stroke the hair on my temple. I was silent, but
she eventually saw the rivers streaming down my cheeks.
She tried brushing the tears away but gave up and just
kissed my cheeks - first one side then the other.
"It's not the same, but it's my turn to comfort you,"
she whispered, her voice cracking with emotions.
That did it. I cried openly. Tanya thankfully slept but
Tsveta moei - my dear Svetlana - held me and consoled me
and stroked my hair and kissed my tears for at least ten
minutes more.
Finally I realized how long she had been there. "You
have to be getting home."
"I told Mamma that I'd help you get Tanya to bed."
"You are such a dear..." I began but couldn't find words
to continue.
"Should I put her to bed now?"
I nodded.
Tsveta stood up and took Tanya from my arms then walked
to the baby's room. I stayed on the floor for a few
minutes more before I realized I had to pull myself
together. As I walked down the hall to see how she was
doing, Tsveta met me and hugged me again.
"She is fast asleep."
"Thank you, Tsveta moei!"
"I like that," she whispered. "I will always be your
splash of colors." She kissed my cheek then added, "I'll
be by to check on you and Tanya tomorrow morning, okay?"
I nodded then saw her to the front door, where she
turned and whispered, "I am here for you. We are all
here for you. We can get through this together, okay?"
I kissed her forehead. I think it was the first time
that I allowed myself to kiss her. As I released her
from my embrace it struck me how loving and trusting
this mere child was. And I resolved not to dishonor her
or break her trust.
I slept fitfully, waking with a start several times
throughout the night with the horror of Kristy's death
clutching my heart. I suppose it was no surprise that I
slept in. I vaguely remember hearing Tanya cooing to
herself in her crib, but I ignored it and went back to
sleep.
I awoke with a start some time later with Tanya's voice
close by. "Oh no! how did she get out of her crib," I
wondered and tried to turn over toward the sound. But I
was wound up in the sheets and stuck facing the far
wall. So I thrashed and eventually undid myself landing
on my stomach. As I did, I heard Tanya's infectious
giggling.
"Tanya," I said, even before I saw her. "How did you get
out of your crib?"
Tanya giggled again and another voice answered, "I
helped her."
Panic set in because I was naked under the sheets. I
turned my head toward the voice but I knew who it was
before I saw her. "Tsveta! How'd you get in?"
"The door was unlocked. I thought you were already up.
I'm sorry."
"Give me a few more minutes and I'll be out. Okay?"
"Okay."
After they left and closed the door, I surveyed my
backside. I was partially covered. I don't think
anything "R rated" was exposed. A few minutes later I
was dressed and out with Tsveta and Tanya.
"I'm sorry I came in on you, Mr. Karl," Tsveta began.
She usually just called me Karl. I suppose that she was
feeling rather bad and wanted not to push her luck or
anything.
I sat down next to her at the table and caught her hand
in mine. "I'm not mad, okay?"
She nodded. "I didn't mean to go into your room, it's
just that Tanya hurried down the hall and pushed your
door open. I caught her just as you were waking up."
"Well, I suppose that I shouldn't have been sleeping in,
right?"
Tsveta shook her head. "You needed the sleep. And I can
take care of Tanya today if you need me to."
"We'll see. I think I have a lot of phone calls to make.
Say, don't you have school today?"
"No, we get it off for a holiday."
Oh, that's right. February and the dead presidents'
celebrations - not that any student actually knew who
these dudes were anyway... End rant.
"Besides, Mr. Karl..."
"Please, it's just Karl."
She smiled self - consciously and looked down.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I guess it's nothing. It can wait."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded.
"Okay, I'm going to fix some breakfast for me and Tanya.
You want anything?"
"I already had breakfast."
I glanced at the clock. Good grief! Already nine
o'clock! "I suppose you have. Could you help by getting
her into her high chair? I have to make two quick phone
calls.
They were quick, but hard. I had to call Kristy's work
and let them know the news, then I had to call my work
and explain why I wasn't going to be in that day - or
maybe the next several days. I sat facing the wall,
cradling my cell phone in my hand after the last call.
My mind was far away and rather numb. It was the only
way that I could deal with things - be detached and
third person - esque.
Suddenly I felt Tsveta's hand on my shoulder. "I made
you some scrambled eggs and toast. You want coffee too?"
I reached up and placed my hand on hers. My heart was
near breaking again but Tsveta added a salve that kept
me limping forward. "You are sweet. Thank you."
She kissed me lightly on the top of my head then served
us breakfast. I ate and she fed Tanya. Having her there
was a pleasant distraction - perhaps even necessary for
all the tedious and painful calls I needed to make that
day.
The funeral wasn't until the next Tuesday. It was a cold
and almost rainy afternoon - the grey skies matched the
mood very well. Many of our friends came and stories
about Kristy were shared. Olga and her children also
came and Tsveta hung on my arm most of the day. I was
grateful for her support, but I did get a couple of
strange looks. I told two co - workers that this was a
dear friend and she had helped me and Kristy many, many
times since the birth of Tanya.
Tsveta quickly added that Kristy and Karl had helped her
and her family many more times. It was enough to turn
away the questioning looks. At least most of them. It
was also explanation enough for my Dad and Kristy's
parents. They also saw how well Tsveta interacted with
Tanya and actually smiled as Tanya would laugh at Tsveta
playing peek - a - boo.
After it was all over and we had retired to a small hall
for a group meal, I was absolutely worn out. Emotionally
I was drained and physically I was "pooped." We drove
back home and Tsveta insisted on coming with me in my
car. Olga and Lyubov both had cars by then so there was
no *need* space - wise for her to come back with me, but
somehow, I dreaded being left without her so I agreed.
She helped me bring Tanya in and get her ready for bed
including a bath. "I think that will help settle her
down, don't you think?"
I nodded and said, "I'm going to step outside just for a
few minutes, Tsveta. Call me when Tanya's ready for
bed."
I then stood outside for five minutes or more, watching
the drizzle come down. I was under a small overhang so I
sat on the porch step and continued watching as my mind
spiraled downward into misery.
I was out there at least fifteen minutes or more when I
heard a voice, "Rain match your mood, da?"
I looked up and saw Olga. "It does."
"I came over to check on you. My little Sveta was
telling me how you cried night Krsity died. She said it
was just like when she cried when her kitty died." Olga
paused and stepped closer under the overhang. "She told
me today how much you hurt."
I nodded. "It's like I have a huge hole in my chest," I
whispered.
"I understand. We all miss Kristy - and you miss her
most. But don't give up on life. You have others who
depend on you." She waited while I thought over her
words. "People like your little Tanya. And Sveta."
"Svetlana depends on me?" I repeated.
"More than you know. You have been father to her. You
have been like older brother. You have given her hope
that there are men in world who do nice. You do sweet
things, Karl." She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Now
get up and live for your Tanya. Live for Sveta. We will
help heal your ache."
I stood up and thanked her.
"Get in there. Tanya needs you. And tell Sveta to hurry
home when she's finished." She started to leave then
turned around. "You really think she is like a splash of
color?"
"More than that. Many, many bright colors of joy and
happiness."
"Um - hum." She half smiled then left.
Chapter 7
I eventually got into a new rhythm. Life was harder;
life was a bit emptier; but life was starting to become
fuller as I was the only parent for Tanya and as Tsveta
moei spent more of her free time with me and Tanya.
During the spring, Olga confided to me that she was very
concerned about Lyubov. "She spend more time away from
home."
"She is almost eighteen now, isn't she?" I asked.
"But it who she spend time with."
"Who?"
"Thugs. Bad boys. I don't like them." She looked hard at
me then pleaded, "If you see her, can you talk with her?
She has some respect for you."
"I'll do my best."
Turns out I didn't have a chance to talk with Lyubov. At
least not before "the incident."
The "incident" started late in May one late evening.
Almost eleven o'clock. My dear Tsveta had already gone
home and I had put Tanya to bed. Then the phone rang. I
could hardly understand what was being said as it was a
rapid combination of English and Russian.
"Olga? Slow down. What?"
"Lyubov. Lyubov in hospital. Police there!"
Dang! Things got bad in a hurry. "You need me to do
something?"
"Da! Watch children polzhalsta." (She said "please.")
"You want me over there?"
"Da! Oh, Karl, I am so scared and mad at same time!"
"Give me a couple of minutes and I'll bring little
Tanya."
Olga met me at the door and gave me a hug. I could see
how scared she was. Svetlana stood to one side biting
her lower lip. Vadim and Yevgeny peered out from the far
door down the hallway. I assumed that the two younger
girls were still in their room.
"Dostvedanya," Olga said and quickly left. (Good - bye.)
After the door closed, Tsveta came over to me and said,
"I'll make up the couch for you to sleep on. Tanya can
sleep on these cushions on the floor."
Suddenly all the children came out and surrounded me.
Everyone was talking all at once but finally I was able
to find out more of what happened. Olga got a call from
the police saying that Lyubov was involved in an
accident. The driver of the car she was in was running
from the police, speeding down the surface streets, then
ran a red light and crashed into a van. There were
fatalities. Lyubov was lucky to be alive.
I held Anya and Katyushka on my lap and they snuggled
into my shoulders. Tsveta held Tanya and leaned against
my right side. The boys set on my other side and were
strangely silent. It was like everyone was waiting for
me to say something to make it all better.
"Well, your Mamma was worried about who Lyubov was
hanging around with. I think that this shows that your
Mamma knew what she was talking about. But now we can
hope that Lyubov sees that she was hanging around the
wrong people. Right?"
"I hope so," Anya whispered.
"Good luck," Vadim muttered. "Those guys never want to
let you go."
"What guys?" I asked.
"It's like the Russian Mafia," Tsveta answered. "It's a
bad gang. Probably running drugs and stealing cars.
She's in really deep."
"Oh." I had nothing else to say.
Katyushka tugged on my sleeve then whispered, "I'm never
going to hang around boys like that. I'd rather have a
boy friend like you."
"Thank you, Miss Yekatarina."
Her mouth opened wide as did her eyes. "How'd you know
what my real name?"
"It's easy. Katyushka is a short name for Yekatarina."
"You are so incredible," Tsveta laughed, hugging my arm
tightly. "Are you sure that you are not Russian?"
"I'm not. But I am really tired. I think we all should
go to sleep now. Okay?"
Vadim started to leave, but I said, "But first a
handshake from the men of the house."
His younger sisters laughed. Vadim smiled and shook my
hand followed by Yevgeny.
"And now a gentle hug from the young ladies of the
house?"
The two girls smothered me with their hugs and even
threw a kiss in for good measure. Then they ran down the
hall to their room.
"And you too?" I asked Tsveta.
"I want to stay out here with you a little longer. I can
make sure that Tanya really is asleep."
"Okay, Tsveta moei."
She smiled and kissed me. As she helped get a blanket
and sheet for me, I asked her, "So was Poltava very much
different that here?"
She was quiet for a long while, fussing with the
cushions for Tanya. "In some ways it was the same. In
other ways, very different."
"How was Lyubov?"
"Largely the same. She was always trying to be Miss
Popular and hanging around odd people."
"I noticed that she always dressed in designer things."
Tsveta sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yes. Always." She
laid Tanya down midst the cushions. Tanya grunted and
rolled to one side as the blanket was spread over her.
"I'll sit here and make sure that she really falls
asleep."
I clicked the light off and lay down. Tsveta leaned back
against the couch and leaned her head on me. I ran my
fingers through her hair. "I think you have more on your
mind than just making sure that the baby sleeps."
"My friend sees through me as though I were a shallow
puddle."
I chuckled. "Where's that from?"
"I've been reading. You told me that I had to better
myself."
I kissed the top of her head. "I did indeed, didn't I?
So what else is on your mind?"
"I am worried about Lyubov."
"I understand."
"And I don't want to be like her at all."
"From what I've seen, you two are polar opposites!"
"Really?"
"Pravda!" (Truth!)
She laughed then said, "How?"
"She likes fashion, you are much more practical. She has
shorter hair, yours is as long as a beautiful summer
day. Her hair is dark, yours is golden like the
brightest flashes of gold."
"You almost make it sound poetic and beautiful."
I smiled then considered my next words. I didn't want to
stoke the fires of love nor of lust. "I suppose it does
sound a bit over the top. But I don't go around giving
compliments unless they were deserved."
"Then what say you about how womanly Lyubov is?"
Well, that brings up a different flavor to the
conversation. "Tsveta moei, you must remember that there
is much more to being a woman than having a full figure
or a fashionable outfit."
She was quiet for several minutes before she felt for my
hand and held it close to her cheek. "Karl, you are so
sweet and, what's that word that means a man protects a
woman?"
"Chivalrous?"
"Yes. That."
I felt something wet on my hand. "Are you crying?"
"I was suddenly reminded of Kristy and I was overwhelmed
for you and Tanya."
That did it. It broke my heart again. "Come up here,
Tsveta moei. Let me comfort you."
She quickly lay next to me and I embraced her, her back
to my front, my face nestled into her hair. Tears stung
my eyes and I felt her tears drop onto my arm. But the
lateness of the night and the darkness of the room
overwhelmed us both. We slept. I woke up with a start
around 2am.
"Tsveta, you need to get to your bed."
"Radost moya." (My Joy.)
"Tsveta moei, I would hate to try to explain to Mamma
why you are here in my bed."
"Ya tebya lyublyu." (I love you.)
"I love you too, my dear. But you must go before Mamma
returns."
"Just a little longer, please?"
I relented in part because having her near was so
comforting. It was also rather sexy. Holding her close
to me was a great turn on. In fact she took my arm,
which was resting on her shoulder, and held it closely,
snuggling it in between her tiny breasts. I could feel
the warmth and softness of her little tits through the
thin material of her light camisole. She wore no bra at
all so her delicate flesh was right there - separated
only by the thinnest of fabric.
I was a little embarrassed that Mr. Woody was returning,
but I was happy that she really couldn't feel it since I
was quiet a bit taller than she was and her ass didn't
quite reach down to my crotch. On the other hand it
would be rather awkward to explain to Olga what was
going on.
I had almost dropped off to sleep when the front door
rattled with someone fiddling with the lock. In a flash,
Tsveta was off the couch and had positioned herself on
the floor by Tanya's cushions.
The door opened slowly and Olga entered and glanced
around. She didn't turn on a light but walked to the
kitchen where a light did appear. Tsveta stood up and
walked to the kitchen, but Olga saw her coming from the
couch where I lay.
I heard her whisper in sharp Russian tones, "Svetlana
Danielovna, what are you doing over there?"
That was a stunning revelation to my ears. I had heard
Lyubov call Vadim "Ivanovich" the son of Ivan. But here,
Olga called her daughter Danielovna, the daughter of
Daniel. This was a weird revelation.
"Mamma, I was helping Tanya."
"Um, I see. Pochemu?" (Why?)
"The baby was grunting and I woke up. I wanted to help."
There was a long silence before she continued, "And I'm
scared for Lyubov. I couldn't sleep."
"Sveta, Sveta," Olga finally said, her tone softening.
"I don't know what to do."
I decided to join the conversation in the kitchen then.
Olga saw me and said, "I'm sorry we loud. You not
sleep?"
"I got some sleep."
"Sveta wasn't bothering you was she?"
"Not in the least. But how is Lyubov?"
"She will live. Mnye stiidno." (I am ashamed.)
"You are ashamed? What happened?"
"Karl, you are good friend. I not tell just anyone.
Lyubov v' bandye."
"Lyubov is in a gang?"
"Da. I feared this." She shook her head then sat down.
"She hangs out with Sergei. He drive car tonight. Police
tried to stop him but he didn't. His car run red light.
He kill four."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. And how bad is Lyubov?"
"Broken bones, broken heart, other things. This is why I
moved family out here away from Russian ghetto, But
Lyubov determined to have ghetto."
"Why the broken heart, Mamma?" Tsveta asked.
"Lyubov is only one that lived in Sergei's car."
"And the police?" I asked. "Why were they after Sergei?"
"Drugs and guns."
"Did you get a chance to talk with Lyubov?" I asked.
"I held her hand. I felt her squeeze my hand. She didn't
look at me; she only say,'So sorry, Mamma. So sorry for
Karl. Karl, can you go talk to her? What does she mean?"
"Yes, I can go visit her. I'd like someone to go with
me."
"Sveta can go with you. I must go to work - if I can
stay awake."
I waited a little longer. This was unraveling like a bad
soap opera.
"You look like you have question more?" Olga asked.
"Maybe it's none of my business. If so, tell me to shut
up. But I was curious. It is Svetlana Danielovna, but I
heard Vadim Ivanovich. Which is it?"
Olga was quiet and Tsveta's eye grew wide before she
looked away.
"You might as well know. My husband was Ivan. We had a
baby - Lyubov - then he had to take a job in Siberia on
oil pipeline. He was gone for two years. I was lonely. I
met Daniel, British business man. One thing led to
another and then Svetlana. He left and Ivan came back
and we had rest of our children. Ivan took long time to
get over Svetlana, but I also found out he had hanky -
panky while he was away. We really loved each other, I
think. Till I found out he hanky - panky with Sveta and
Lyubov!"
I sat quietly and absorbed the new information. It
certainly explained why Svetlana was so much different
than her sisters. It also may have explained why her
father - or, step - father - felt free to start using
her. I reached across the table and held her hand.
Tsveta reach over and placed her hand upon ours. I still
didn't say anything but Olga finally nodded and stood
up.
"Much to be done yet and sleep important first. Da?"
"Eto pravda, moya druga." (That's the truth, my friend.)
She hugged me and whispered, "Spasibo, Karl." (Thank
you, Karl)
Tsveta hugged me tightly and I felt her tits burrow into
my chest. I picked up Tanya then went back to my
apartment and fell asleep with vague dreams and odd
thoughts.
Needless to say, I awoke later than normal - it was only
the voice of Tanya calling "Da - da, Da - da!" that
finally pulled me back to reality. I rushed around
getting ready, feeding the little one and then dropped
her off at daycare. I had to be at work for a big
presentation - I was just very glad that I was not the
major presenter. I was absolutely wasted.
I left work as soon as I could, picked up Tanya then
drove home, hoping to find Tsveta home from school
already. Olga had left the hospital information and room
number so I planned to visit before dinner. Tsveta was
willing to go with me, but I could see that she was
nervous and uneasy about the approaching visit.
"Lyubov's been secretive and hiding stuff from us all,"
she explained. "I don't know what to think or to say."
"You'll find the right thing at the right time," I
reassured her.
The nurse at the reception desk raised her eyebrow at me
funny when I asked where Lyubov's room was. "She is
under strict surveillance. Do you have ID?"
I produced my ID then said that Svetlana was her sister
and did not have any driver's license yet.
"What about a school ID," she asked.
Tsveta nodded and fished it out of her pocket. The nurse
made a copy of our ID then led us to the elevator and up
to Lyubov's room. I figured it was going to be serious,
but seeing the armed deputy sitting outside her closed
door brought the seriousness closer to home.
The nurse handed the copies of our ID to the deputy who
looked each over carefully then looked at each of us.
"Your relation to the suspect?"
"Sister," I said pointing to Tsveta. "I am a close
family friend."
"What about her?" he asked pointing at my daughter.
"This is my daughter. I have no one to leave her with
since my wife died a few months ago."
"Besides," Tsveta put in, "Lyubov knows Tanya and it may
bring a smile to her face."
The deputy smiled and nodded. "Okay. I'm sorry about
your wife. You three can go in."
Inside the room a bandaged figure lay on the bed. Many
tubes and wires ran from the body to monitors and IV
drips stationed all around. I suddenly noted how sterile
the room seemed and realized that it was because most
hospital rooms that I've visited were always filled with
flowers or cards from friends and family. The stark
reality that Lyubov was so alone pressed down on me.
The head on the bed turned. Finally I could see the
face. It was Lyubov, but her eyes were black and blue
and partly swollen shut. She had bandages across her
cheek and forehead. One arm lay on her stomach
completely wrapped up except for her fingers.
I crossed over to her and lightly held those fingers.
They flinched and I saw her looking up at me wondering.
"Lyubov, I'm so sorry to see you like this. I heard
broken bones?"
"Yes," she whispered. "Arm, leg. Everything messed up."
She saw Tsveta then whispered, "Moya sestra? Mne ochen'
zhal'." (My sister? I'm so sorry!) I could see tears
welling up in her eyes.
Tsveta came and kissed Lyubov's cheek that was not
bandaged then held a couple of the fingers on the
exposed hand.
"So much is wrong. So much death. So much waste." Lyubov
looked back at me and said, "I guess it is pay back to
me for what happened to you."
"Ne ponimayu." (I don't understand.)
"Kristy's accident was caused by a small car that
clipped her rear bumper. I know whose car. It was
Sergei's. I was in the back seat with Valery when it
happened. I turned around and saw the truck..." She
stopped and started crying. My world was in danger of
collapsing with the new revelations. I had to sit down
so I pulled a chair up close to Lyubov's side and sat
Tanya on my lap.
Finally Lyubov continued. "I didn't know who it was
then. It was a day later that I found out. I tried to
get Sergei to come clean and tell the police. He told me
shut up and not say anything or he would do something to
me or my family. He can't now. Now he's dead."
"Lyubov. Have you told this story to the police?"
She shook her head.
"I think you should. There's a deputy outside the door
right now. Why don't you tell him and get it behind you.
You didn't cause the accident. And I certainly don't
hold you responsible for it."
"You forgive me?"
"Yes, I forgive you. But you have to make sure that you
get out of that lifestyle. Stop being a gangsta."
Lyubov nodded with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Shall I ask the deputy to come in now?" I asked.
Again she nodded.
I squeezed her fingers lightly then picked up Tanya and
stepped out of the room. The deputy looked up surprised
and I said in a low voice, "Lyubov has some other
information that she wants to give as a statement. It
involves an accident that might be a hit and run from a
few months ago."
The deputy nodded and stood up.
"But I want to go down to the gift shop to get something
for her room. Would that be okay?"
"Yes. But why?"
"It breaks my heart to see her so alone and without
friends and family. She's only seventeen! Her room needs
to have a little joy in it."
"Okay. Just knock on the door when you return and I'll
let you in."
Maybe twenty minutes later I returned with Tanya and a
medium size bouquet with a mylar balloon. Tanya was
fascinated by the balloon. I knocked and the deputy
opened the door then smiled.
"You know what she told me, don't you?" he asked.
"I do. She didn't cause the accident. She only withheld
information and she was actually blackmailed into being
silent."
"That's true. You have a big heart, Mr. Becker. I'll
leave you to finish up your visit."
He stepped out and I turned to Lyubov. I saw Tsveta had
been crying but now a huge smile spread over her face as
she saw the gift I brought. Lyubov was silent except for
little sobs.
"This is for you, Lyubov," I finally said. "Your room
looked too dull and lifeless."
"Why?" she finally managed to say, the syllable coming
out as a sob.
"Because I think the best way you could possibly pay
back whatever debt you owe would be to get well and then
reform your ways and start helping people - beginning
with your Mamma."
Not much else happened outside of a lot of crying and
gingerly hugging. As we turned to leave, Tanya pointed
up at the balloon and said, "Ba? Ba?"
Lyubov almost laughed. "She wants balloon. Let her have
it."
"Thank you, but I want you to have that one. It doesn't
make sense for Tanya to have a balloon that says 'Get
Well'!"
On the ride back, Tanya scooted all the way over next to
me and whispered, "I can't believe how sweet you are.
Lyubov was crying the whole time you were gone as she
explained to the police what happened that night. She
was also afraid that you just left the room and were too
angry to come back in."
"I didn't think of that," I commented. "But I really
want to see her turn her life around."
"And you aren't upset when you found out I had a
different father?"
"That wasn't your fault. I think that you are a blessing
to all of those around you. Maybe it wasn't the best
thing that your Mamma did, but good is coming out of it.
You have blessed me and Tanya. And I know that Kristy
thought that you were almost family. That's why she got
you that necklace."
Tsveta touched the pendant around her neck then buried
her face in my shoulder. I could feel the growing
wetness. I could also feel the growing warmth in my
heart for this willowy sprig of a girl.
Chapter 8
It was along toward August and I had a huge project that
was coming due. I had to leave work to pick up Tanya
since they wouldn't take her after 6pm. I cooked supper
and played a little with her but she was out of sorts.
Fussy and borderline inconsolable. I needed to get this
project finished by the next morning so I knew I was in
for an all nighter, but it was going to be a fight if
Tanya had her way.
I phone Olga and asked if Tsveta could watch Tanya for
the evening while I worked. She could go back home as
soon as the baby was asleep. Olga was happy to oblige.
And Tsveta moei was very happy to come spend time in my
apartment.
It worked well. I was able to get started and had worked
for at least an hour and a half when I realized that I
wasn't hearing any baby noises. I thought perhaps that
Tsveta had succeeded in putting Tanya to sleep so I
quietly went down the hall to Tanya's room. No, there
were quiet voices and giggles coming from the bathroom.
"Ah, great idea!" I thought. "Give the baby a bath and
calm her down for bed."
I opened the door and received an eyeful. Actually many
eyefuls! Tsveta sat on the back edge of the tub,
completely in the buff and held onto Tanya's hands as
the toddler played with her toy cups and washcloth.
Tanya saw me and squealed. Tsveta saw me and slid down
into the water. and pulled Tanya up and over herself to
hide. But I already saw her beauty displayed: small tits
that were maybe two inches wide sticking out about as
far with dark pink areola and a soft nipple on each.
It looked like she had tubes instead of tits. Her pussy
was also visible briefly - just a tuft of hair across
the top and several scraggly hairs on either side of
beautiful pink lips which were decorated in the center
by even pinker inner lips folded up on themselves like
fleshy crepe paper.
"I'm sorry," I stammered, finally remembering good
manners and looking away. "I wasn't expecting to see you
in the buff like this."
"I forget sometimes that I'm not in my home," she began.
"Mamma used to bathe the little ones like this. It
allowed her to have a bath and it was bonding time for
the babies. I used to bath my little sisters this way
when they were much younger."
I was silent for a while and tried not to look at her.
"Do you need anything now?" I finally asked.
"Well, since you're here and already have seen me, could
you get a towel for me and Tanya?"
I pulled two off the shelf.
"And could you dry Tanya off?"
I took my daughter from Tsveta and tried not to stare at
her wondrous little tits. As I dried Tanya off, Tsveta
stepped out of the tub and treated me to an eye - level
view of her pussy. She turned away from me and began
toweling off. But that just gave me a great view of her
compact little ass and when she put her legs together,
she had a gap between her thighs that allowed me to
still view her pussy all the way through from her butt
crack.
I was now sporting a major boner and Mr. Woody did not
want to quit. It didn't help that I had on gym shorts
and a tee shirt - everything was tenting out in
awkwardness. So I held Tanya on my lap to hide my pole.
Tsveta looked at me and saw me concentrating on my
daughter. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see her
studying me.
"It's a little embarrassing, isn't it?" she asked.
"You think?" I looked up and caught my breath again at
her lithe form.
She wrapped her towel the rest of the way around her
torso. "Karl," she began. "That night when you stayed
with us? When Lyubov was in the hospital?"
"Yes?"
"That's when I realized that I loved you more than
words. And then when you did those nice things for her
the next evening? I knew that you were the sort of man
that I had always hoped that I might find someday."
I suddenly was very scared. Was she propositioning me?
Was I about to be busted for sex with a minor? Olga
would kill me - then resuscitate me only to kill me
again!
She sat of the edge of the tub next to where I sat on
the toilet seat lid. "What I'm saying is, I love you
very much and I hope that someday we could marry. I
almost ache inside wanting you to be closer."
Tanya played with my shirt and I struggled with what to
say. "Tsveta moei, my dear Svetlana. I couldn't do
anything to you. It would be wrong and it would break
your Mamma's heart to know that I violated the trust
that she placed in me."
She put her finger on my lips and smiled while shaking
her head. "No, I'm not asking you for that. Yet. I am
just saying that you should start thinking about
marrying again and I don't think that you'll find anyone
as ready and able to love you as I am."
I could not believe it. The prospects were delightful
and scary! I must have had a slack - jawed, dumb look on
my face because Tsveta laughed and added, "And the mere
fact that you did everything you could to NOT use me
only shows how much of a gentleman you are. I think that
Mamma would consent."
"But, you're only fifteen."
She smiled. "And you're almost twenty - five?"
"You really think your Mamma would allow this?"
"I'm certain of it. You watch."
Suddenly she turned and began dressing quickly. She
didn't have a bra and her panties were small, simple and
pink. I noted with pleasure how well the panties cupped
her ass cheeks.
She saw me looking and smiled. "I see that you enjoy?"
She slipped her shirt on over her head then pulled her
short pants up and buttoned them. "Karl, don't think me
completely naïve. I can tell that you enjoy me - maybe
as much as I think I enjoy you. I felt you that night
when we lay together on the couch. You were so gentle
and careful not to impose on me even though I wanted you
to do more. And," she paused and looked down at my lap,
"I can see that you are enjoying things even now. No?"
"This is so sudden, Tsveta. I don't know what to think."
"Sleep on it. Think it through. I'll talk with Mamma."
She leaned over and kissed my forehead then kissed
Tanya.
I saw her to the door then put Tanya to bed. I was in a
stupor, my mind buzzing with all the pros and cons of
such a possibility. I suddenly thought of Kristy and
wondered if I was denigrating her memory. Tanya fussed a
little more then finally went to sleep. I went back to
my computer and the project but I was NOT making much
progress. I kept seeing Tsveta moei - both clothed and
unclothed. I saw her face, I felt her long hair, I
smelled her scent.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I glanced at the
clock. It was only 9:30. I looked through the peek hole
and was only slightly surprised to see Olga. My heart
caught in my throat, though, as I wondered how angry she
would be.
"Olga? Anything wrong?"
"Not yet, Karl. We talk."
I let her in and motioned to the kitchen table. "Need
something to drink?"
"Vodka?" She laughed. "No, I kidding." She sat down and
sighed. "Karl, Karl, Karl. A Mamma's mind runs a
thousand ways. She want only best for children, da? And
sometimes best, um, unexpected, nyet?"
I nodded, not really knowing which way the conversation
would turn yet.
"So I see Sveta become more and more attached first to
Kristy and you. And now even more to you. She told me
things with words and with little actions - oh, Mamma
knows!" She put up her hand as if she were holding an
imaginary argument with one of her children. "Karl, I
saw so much bad that happened to her. I saw Ivan do
things that should not be. But she recovered and you
took trust of hers and made it grow. She grow. Trust
grow. Together. And you not use her. You sweet, gentle.
Like father she never really had. Now she tells me she
wants to marry. Did you put ideas in her head?"
"No. Not at all."
"Of course, not. Didn't think so." She looked at me
closely then slowly allowed a smiled to spread over her
face. "How old you?"
"Twenty - four."
"What say law in America?"
"I'd have to look that up, but I think that if you give
your permission, the courts will be okay with it."
"What say you? Marry?"
"Olga, this is the first time that I've even thought
about it. I don't know what to say."
"What says your ... " she pointed at her chest.
"Serdtse?"
"My heart?" I repeated. "It says I don't want to do
anything that would hurt Svetlana or you. And it also
has a pulling that wants to be with her. She makes me
happy."
"Karl, that's what I see when I look at you two. You are
honest man. You are a special man. Her own step - father
took advantage of her and used her. But she throw
herself at you and you not use her." She stood up then
placed a kiss on the top of my head. "I would be honored
to call you moi ciin!" (my son).
"Let me think about it and ask what the law says, okay?"
"Okay. Spokoynoy nochi." (Good night.)
"Good night, Olga."
Chapter 9
I did get the project done. I did not get any sleep. I
did contact a lawyer who was knowledgeable about such
things. He was rather surprised that there had been no
sex between us yet. "Sometimes the courts want to pin
blame on the older party and they'll look at sex with a
minor to trip the whole thing up," he said. "So you're
sure that you've had no sex?"
"I never had sex with her. She was molested by her
stepfather but I don't know how far that went."
"You should ask. It will cloud the issue it her cherry's
broken - even if you didn't do it." He thought for a few
moments, "And you're certain that her mother is on board
with this?"
"Absolutely. She already talked with me."
"This might be fairly easy. Let me know what you find
out about the stepfather molesting and I'll work on
getting the papers drawn up to submit."
I met Tsveta as she walked home and took her hand.
"Shall we go for a little walk?"
"Okay."
We walked hand in hand to a small park a block away from
our apartments. She sat on a swing and I pushed and she
laughed and giggled. Several minutes later as she slowed
down, I caught her and whispered, "Tsveta moei, your
Mamma talked with me last night."
"I know."
"I've done some thinking about it and I think you're
right. I do NOT want to risk losing you. I want you with
me the rest of my life. You are a bright blessing, the
colors of joy and excitement and wonder all wrapped up
in a beautiful young woman. But if you're willing to
love me, I want you as my wife. Will you be mine?"
Her face was radiant and her eyes overflowed with joy.
She jumped up and latched onto my neck with her hands
and my back with her legs as she smothered me with
kisses. "Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes! Oh, can we
get married tonight?"
"We need to do things right. I want the best for you and
I want to honor your Mamma by doing it right."
"So we wait?"
"Da. But I am filled with so much joy now, Tsveta moei!"
"What next?" Her head was on my shoulder and she looked
into my eyes.
"I started asking a lawyer how to go about marrying
someone who isn't eighteen yet. He said that it was
really important to keep sex out of the picture - just
like we've been doing. But your stepfather did things to
you? Did he have sex?"
Her face clouded over with the memory. "No. No sex. He
was so, so, brutish. He just made me lick his nasty
thing. It tasted horrible and he made me gag. He tried
touching my tits and my pizda but I wouldn't let him. I
fought him."
I held her close. "You've been through much, Tsveta
moei."
"But you're here with me now."
"Ya zdes' dlya tebya." (I am here for you.)
She was still latched onto me and I was holding her,
supporting her weight by holding under her dainty little
ass. She shifted down and ground her crotch against my
groin. The effect was immediate. She giggled and
whispered, "Did I do that?"
"Yes, you did, young lady. And you're going to have to
watch it so that there are no questions."
"I'll be good, Otyets."
She just called me "father"! This willowy lass who
wanted to marry me just called me "father"!
"Dochka, chto tii khochesh'?" (Little daughter, what do
you want?)
"Ya khochu tebya." (I want you.)
"Let's go tell your Mamma."
Chapter 10
Olga beamed brightly and Tsveta's siblings bounced
around with excitement. Lyubov was still in juvenile
hall but had recovered enough to walk around and receive
visitors. She told me that the public defender working
with her said that the DA was leaning toward dropping
most of the charges and just putting her on probation.
She and Tsveta shared some quality sister time together.
My lawyer got back to me and said that the courts were
probably okay with it but they'd want to see a doctor's
report on Svetlana. I figured that. My lawyer contacted
me about a week later and said that there were no
problems and the court had okayed the marriage. All we
had to do now was set the date. Since Olga was old
school Russian Orthodox, I thought having a Christmas
wedding would be awesome. That way we could celebrate
the Orthodox Christmas almost two weeks later on January
7th.
Olga was pleased as punch. Tsveta was excited and could
hardly wait. "Can't we just get married and then have
the ceremony later?"
"Good things come to those who wait."
"I can hardly wait, Lyubovnik" (Lover)
"Ya tozhe!" (Me too!)
Tsveta became a little minx. She certainly ramped up the
sexual overtones and touching in the few months leading
up to our wedding. I made it a point to have real dates
with her: dinner out, or a movie, or a concert, or a
nice hike in the hills.
We were out one September Saturday by a river in the
nearby mountains. Olga and her younger daughters agreed
to watch Tanya. As we hiked along the river, sometimes
skipping rocks across the smooth surface of the
occasional pond, she suddenly said, "I would really like
to try skinny dipping."
"Someday we will."
"Why not now?"
"I don't want to do anything that would risk our coming
together."
"So?"
"So nothing like public nudity. Nothing public except
hand holding and sweet kisses and hugs."
"Then I give you a heart - felt kiss, my love." And she
planted a long kiss on my cheek while she pressed her
tits into my chest. I felt my rod rising and she ground
her hips seductively against Mr. Woody.
"Oh, Tsveta, the kiss was fine," I exclaimed. "The
everything else has to be non - public."
"So we can do some things when we're alone?"
"Perhaps. I think tonight when we get back, you will
need to take a bath before we go out to dinner."
"Oh, I think that I could take a bath," she said and
winked.
I kissed her cheek and took her hand in mine. "You don't
know how hard it is for me. Once I decided that we
should marry, I wanted nothing more than to take you
clothes off and spend the next week pleasuring you in
every single way possible."
She giggled and blushed. Deeply.
Suddenly, I was really looking forward to going home.
We had a nice picnic and then a nice walk back. Tsveta
held onto my hand or my arm nearly the whole way.
Although she was a little quieter than normal.
The drive back was very quiet except for her snuggling
close to me and occasionally sighing. I had my arm
around her shoulder and my hand rested on her hip. This
time I let it stay there. She took the cue and dropped
her hand to my lap where she lightly traced the outline
of my growing dick.
"Oh Tsveta, you are so hot and beautiful!"
"I am beautiful?"
"Very. And the proof is the rigid rod in my pants."
She laughed and continued tracing her fingers over my
rod.
Soon we were home and I had her open up my apartment
while I carried our stuff back inside. I made sure to
lock the door and close all the curtains then I went to
find my bride - to - be in the bathroom. She had started
the water and had slipped out of her shirt and pants so
she stood there wearing only her bra and dark blue brief
- cut panties.
"You are the picture of beauty," I said.
"What?" She smiled. "Why do you like me? Is it my tiny
tits?"
"That's part of it."
"What if they grow big? Will you still think I'm
beautiful?"
"Tsveta moei, I'm sure they will grow more, but so what?
They are attached to you. That's what makes you
beautiful! It's you!"
"Me?"
"My sunshine splash of color! I don't care whether your
tits are the size of basketballs or the size of little
cherries." I didn't bother explaining that I was growing
more in love with the smaller size tits like cherry
tomatoes or maybe kiwi fruit, but I would take whatever
this sexy vixen would offer me.
"What if I get old and fat and floppy?"
"I'll be even older and you will always be young and
sexy to me."
She smiled and stepped closer to me. She hooked her
fingers in my belt loops and tugged slightly. "Then I
have found the perfect man for me. I am almost drunk
with joy."
"Me too." So much for me being poetic then.
"Will you join me in the tub?" she said, her voice
charged with emotion. "We can pretend we're skinny
dipping."
"Uh, yeah!"
"You'll have to take these things off," she said, in a
sultry voice as she tugged at my pants again.
"You take them off," I said, smiling.
Suddenly she took charge and undid my belt, then
unbuttoned it and slipped it down. I helped her out by
kicking my shoes off. I helped her as she pulled my
shirt up and over my head. I now stood wearing only my
underwear - which was tented badly - next to the most
beautiful fifteen year old I had ever seen. She was
still only in her bra and panties as she pulled me close
to her and whispered, "Then you take my clothes off too,
mister!"
I reached in front and undid the snap on her small bra
then slowly released those tender morsels to my sight. I
bent then gently kissed each one. I wanted to take each
in my mouth and suck it, but I also wanted to make this
last as long as possible. She shrugged her shoulders and
the bra fell to the floor. I pulled her closer and
placed my mouth on hers and kissed. This was the first
time that we had gone this far.
There was a real danger of quickly careening out of
control, but we both wanted something more than hand
holding. In a few moments I felt her tongue probing at
my lips. I took it into my mouth and sucked it softly
then pushed my tongue into her mouth and felt a thrill
as she sucked on it. My hands were rubbing up and down
on her back and her long, luxurious hair, her still
covered ass cheeks.
We broke the kiss to come up for air and she whispered,
"That was incredible. Does it get better?"
"Oh yes." And then I pulled on her panties. She helped
me and soon she stood completely naked in front of me.
My dick was straining for release.
Tsveta noticed the huge bulge in my underwear. "Is that
what I think it is?"
"It is. Look what you've done to me," I whispered.
"Maybe I should help." And then she slid my underwear
down allowing my six and a half inches of throbbing
manhood to stand at attention, saluting her beauty. With
my underwear around my ankles, she dropped to her knees
and began kissing my dick head.
"Tsveta, you don't have to do that," I began,
remembering her telling of how grotesque it was for her
to be forced to lick her step - father's dick.
She looked up at me, her hand still holding my throbbing
cock. "Karl, I want to. If you're thinking about what
I've been through, don't. This is so much different than
anything my step - father made me do. He forced himself
on me and only used me. You - well, we - are giving
ourselves to each other. Besides, you smell much nicer."
She then licked the tip of my dick. I moaned. She then
took the head into her mouth and her tongue was darting
around the pee hole and the underside.
"Tsveta moei," I gasped. "I'm going to blow."
She mumbled something but kept sucking and licking so I
repeated, "I'm going to squirt."
She nodded her head up and down but kept a tight hold on
my dick in her mouth. I couldn't hold on. Blast after
blast rocketed out. I grew light - headed from the rush
and almost staggered. But she kept my dick head in her
mouth and very little of my cum leaked out.
She finally took my cock out of her mouth, swallowed
then licked the tip once again. "Now about that bath?"
"You are incredible."
"Show me," she whispered.
I pulled her to her feet and led her to the tub which
was very full. I sat in first and guided her to sit on
my lap with her back against my front. My dick was
surprisingly still somewhat hard and pointed up between
her legs. She felt it there and squeezed her legs
tightly against my manhood. I immediately took to
nibbling on her neck and ear lobes while massaging her
small tits in my hands. Within a minute she was sighing
and moaning.
After several minutes, I moved one hand down between her
legs. She responded by opening her legs and draping one
over the side of the tub. My fingers now had unimpeded
access to her pussy. I resisted the urge to plunge
straight into that inviting channel. Instead I traced
the outside edges of her pussy lips, feeling the creases
in her skin where leg joined to body, where pussy
transitioned to butt.
I felt each of her thinly grown pussy hairs and then I
felt the spongy, fleshy ribbons of her inner lips. I
squeezed the outer lips together and gently massaged
starting at the lower end all the way up to the top. As
I felt the hard bump of her clitoris being rubbed
between her pussy lips, I heard her gasp then stiffen
before spreading her legs wider and bucking her hips
back toward my fingers.
It was time now. Slowly I ran my middle finger across
the length of her pussy slit from bottom to top. It was
under water so of course it was wet, but I felt an extra
slipperiness coming from within her labial folds. Again
and again I traced that line from bottom to top,
pressing a little more, a little deeper each time. Soon,
my finger was completely within her inner lips and I
felt the opening of her vagina. I played a little at
that beckoning tunnel before I concentrated on her clit.
As I rubbed my finger in circles over that little nub, I
rubbed one tit and its nipple in concert.
She moaned and leaned her head back against my shoulder
and found my ear, took the lobe into her mouth and
started sucking. Her pussy grew very slick; her hips
bucked against my fingers. Suddenly she gasped and grew
rigid and I felt her pussy quivering under my finger. I
pressed my finger firmly against the length of her slit,
allowing the tip of my finger to rest against the
opening of her vagina. I cupped her one breast in my
hand and kissed her neck again and again.
We stayed like that for several minutes, my dick rock
hard again and pointing up along her inner thigh. She
finally relaxed and sighed deeply then kissed my cheek.
"I would have never guessed it was anything like that,"
she whispered. "And that's not even really the whole
thing, is it?"
"We've only just begun," I whispered, "and we have the
rest of our lives to explore more and more."
She suddenly became aware of my rigid dick between her
legs. "Oh, and look who wants to come play again!"
"So you're okay with oral sex?"
"As long as it's you," she smiled. "And I hope you're
okay with it."
"Definitely."
"Good, 'cause I'm going to wash you and then you're
going to wash me and then I'm going to make you cum
again."
"I could handle that," I replied.
We never made it out to dinner that night, settling for
a snack or two in between lots of touching and licking
and cumming. I delivered her back to her Mamma around
9pm and picked up Tanya. "Dinner tomorrow night for
certain," I promised.
"Okay, Karl."
Olga looked back and forth between us then looked hard
at her daughter. "No, Mamma," Tsveta said. "We aren't
going that far till after we're really married. We've
made that promise to each other and I don't want to
dishonor you."
"Blagoslovi tebya, ditya moye," Olga said softly then
kissed her daughter on the forehead. (Bless you, my
child.) Then to me she said, "Tii khoroshiy chelovek.
Spasibo." (You are a good man. Thank you.)
Chapter 11
On one hand it was difficult to keep our petting from
progressing. On the other, we had a couple of strong
forces pushing back against us so we didn't go too far
too quickly. First was the fear of what the courts or
the legal system would do to me - even though we were
already cleared to be married. Second was the fact that
Tsveta had school and had responsibilities with her
family. Third was Olga. There was something about the
look in her eye that kept me in check and kept my dick
out of her little girl's pussy.
It was shortly after that point that Olga dropped a
small bombshell in my lap. "You must know this, Karl.
Sveta is actually younger than what you think."
"She's not fifteen?"
"Nyet. She only fourteen - almost fifteen."
"What happened?"
"Bunch of mistakes. When we get passport, they start
with wrong birth certificate. We fix boo - boo, then
they copy date wrong. Sveta not born April twelfth.
Actually born December fourth."
I thought about that and suddenly realized how easy it
would be to misinterpret 4 - 12 - year. To Europeans,
that would be the fourth day of the twelfth month, that
is, December. To Americans, that is the twelfth day of
the fourth month, that is, April.
"So she's what, eight months younger than what her
papers say?"
"Da. But is no worry. 14 or 15. Still young. And still I
give my blessings to you. You are a very good man, Karl.
Perfect for her. And you are very lucky man. She is old
soul. You know?"
I nodded. I kinda knew what she was saying.
"Old soul. She act much older than her age. More mature.
There are no 14 year old boys or even 18 year old boys
who are as mature as her. Da?"
"I agree." And it was a bit heady thinking that I was
almost ready to dive into a young teen's pussy. Not even
15 years old! No wonder she looked small and not
developed yet. Wow! And I was going to be privileged to
witness her development - her most intimate details and
features as they changed. Wow!
During this time, I helped Olga and Tsveta pick out a
wedding dress. Yes, traditionally the bride's father
picks up that tab, but there was no father there - plus,
I had been acting like the father - figure for the
family. I also chose a ring and slipped it on Tsveta's
finger one early October evening right at sunset. The
squeals of delight brought several neighbors out to see
what was happening. Some were a little taken aback by
the fact that I was going to marry a minor - others that
I was marrying so soon after Kristy's death. But most
were genuinely happy for us.
At my work, I brought up the fact that I was going to
remarry and I got the obligatory congratulations and
inquiries as to who my lucky girl was. They were more
than a little surprised by the fact that my bride was
still only in high school.
My cubicle mate, Jessie, was really quiet for most of
the day after the announcement. I didn't push it but let
her think through things. I certainly wasn't going to
apologize for marrying someone young; but I was ready,
when necessary, to defend our decision.
Mid afternoon, Jessie turned around in her chair and
asked, "So what happened?"
"What do you mean?" I countered.
"I mean, it's less than a year after Kristy's accident
and now you're hooking up with a minor?"
"Let me explain something. If you're thinking that I had
hanky panky and this is to cover a pregnancy or that
somehow this is a shotgun wedding, you're wrong. I have
only acted in complete honor with Svetlana from the day
we met till now. Second, Kristy herself felt that Tsveta
was like a member of our family. Third, Tsveta actually
asked me - I didn't proposition her; she asked me to
marry her.
Her Mamma then came and interrogated me and said that
she felt it was the best thing for both of us. Fourth,
she loves me and I love her. Her Mamma says that she is
an old soul - someone who is far more mature that her
mere age alone would suggest. Fifth, she loves my little
daughter and my little daughter loves her. There is
already a trust and bond there. Why would I go and try
to find it elsewhere? It's already here!"
Jessie was silent for sometime before she quietly said,
"I'm sorry for doubting you, Karl. It's just that our
society frowns on May - December relations."
"I'm not that much older than she is."
"Really? How old are you?"
"Only 24."
"Get out. When'd you graduate from college?"
"I was barely 21."
"Okay. It makes sense to me." She shook her head. "I'm
sorry. I wish you the best."
"Thank you, Jessie."
"And I have your back here. I'll keep the others from
talking smack."
I nodded, knowing just how petty interoffice gossip
could become. "Thank you!"
"Say, if your Svetlana is in high school, would she want
to come do a career day job - shadow sort of thing? I
would be sure to shepherd her around and keep the potty
mouths away."
"I'll ask."
Tsveta was eager and Olga thought it a good thing. The
time was arranged for the first week in November and I
helped her shop for some nice, professional clothes to
wear. "Don't worry with the makeup thing," I suggested.
"I don't want you looking like a painted lady because
you already look stunning enough!"
That earned me a big kiss. "That one's for the
compliment." She kissed me again. "And that one is for
the new clothes!"
Tsveta thoroughly enjoyed her time there. She saw the
web programming that Jessie and I did. ("Boring! Just
kidding, Karl") But Jessie arranged to take her out to
the production part of the plant where they manufactured
medical equipment, and then to R&D where they did
electronic testing as well as actual wet chemistry. She
came back completely excited by the prospects and
decided that she wanted to major in Biology or Chemistry
and that working in a lab and testing things was so
cool!
Jessie whispered to me as Tsveta stepped out to the
lady's room that my bride had won the hearts of most of
our colleagues. "She's such a sweet girl. And if she
weren't so tiny, I'd believe that she was much older
because of how she interacts with people and, Karl! She
is really intelligent, you know that don't you?"
I nodded.
"Don't neglect her education."
"I'm not. I was excited to hear her setting some lofty
education goals," I answered. "She is not going to stay
stuck in the Russian ghetto with the Russian Mafia
directing her life."
"Well, good." Jessie smiled then added, "You had
convinced me about the rightness of your decision to
marry and I tried to talk it up. I think that today has
gone along very well toward shutting up most people's
concern or idle gossip about what you are doing. She not
only loves you Karl, she *LOVES* you! And she is
articulate about how she fell in love with you. You are
one very sweet and lucky man."
"Ya znayu!" (I know.)
"What?"
"Sorry, sometimes when I think about Tsveta, I just
start thinking in Russian. I just said, 'I know.'"
My parents were eventually supportive of the marriage.
Kristy's parents were quite hesitant. It took a number
of talks reminding them that they would have felt that
way no matter who I was marrying since somehow it would
feel like I was taking their granddaughter away from
them.
"But I'm not," I explained. "You two are a very big part
of Tanya's life and I want you to keep being a big part
of it. Tanya now has two sets of grandparents and soon
she'll have a new grandma. Perhaps Tanya will call Olga
'Babushka' or something."
For Thanksgiving, I insisted on helping Olga's family
celebrate the American way with a big turkey and all the
traditional dishes. I was busy in my kitchen and theirs,
running back and forth between the two ovens and stoves.
Tsveta was a great help. Kristy's parents actually
accepted my invitation and came to join us for a huge
family dinner. There were awkward silences at first,
then Tsveta drew them into the conversation and by the
end of the meal, I could tell that they had been won
over.
Kristy's dad took me aside and said, "I completely
understand why you're doing this. And me and my wife are
very happy that you're not leaving us out."
"Absolutely. You're part of our lives. We want you to
stay that way."
"You have a wonderful bride there, Karl. She charmed my
socks off tonight!"
Later after we cleaned up, I charmed more than her socks
off. After Tanya was put to bed, I brought Tsveta into
my bed and said, "I've been wanting to do this for weeks
now."
"Chto, Lyubovnik?" (What, Lover?)
"Ya khochu s'yest' tebya!" (I want to eat you!)
Her eyes grew large and then she squealed. "Da, da, da!
Pozhaluysta!" (Yes, yes, yes! Please!)
I helped her slip out of her clothes and marveled again
at her small breasts. They were filling out and were
wider than a few months before - no longer mere tubes
but now small cones capped by small areolas and nipples
that suddenly reminded me of ruby pink Hershey's kisses.
I bent to lick and suck each into my mouth and Tsveta
grabbed my head and gasped. But then I continued
undressing her. She helped me by kicking off her shoes
and then she stepped out of her pants and her panties.
Her vulva was framed with a light dusting of light brown
hairs on either side of her slit with a fuller tuft
adorning the top. Her inner lips stuck out, especially
near the top.
I laid her back on the bed, then quickly stripped out of
my clothes. I pulled her legs apart and began kissing
from the foot up to her crotch, then back down the other
side to the other foot. I retraced my kisses and kissed
around her navel and her hips bones before kissing
closer and closer to her pussy. I stayed away from the
crack, concentrating on the edge where her legs joined
into her torso.
Finally I began kissing across her outer pussy lips then
over to the other side, then back again. Back and forth;
back and forth. Each time lingering longer on her pussy,
each time pressing deeper against that warm slit and the
fire that radiated from within. Finally I starting
licking around her pussy, along the edges near each leg,
across the top, down near her ass, then finally I traced
the crinkled line of her inner lips with my tongue from
bottom to top.
"Oh, Karl," her voice was dark and rich with emotions.
I inhaled her scent and realized that my cock was
throbbing and threatening to erupt just from eating her
out. I moved so that my dick was not touching the sheets
any more. At the same time, I drove my tongue deep into
the inner folds of her inner pussy lips. She was crazy
wet with desire. I kept licking back and forth from the
bottom of her pussy to the nub of her clit. Her hands
played back and forth over my head almost in response to
what I was doing with my tongue. Finally I started
circling my tongue around the little nubbins before I
took it into my mouth and sucked.
Suddenly her legs clamped tightly around my head and I
heard a muffled grunt like an animal in heat. Muffled
only because her thighs plugged my ears. Her hands held
on tightly to my head and I left my face planted in her
pussy for a while longer as she rode the huge wave of
her orgasm.
Finally she relaxed her grip on me and her legs flopped
open. I scooted up to lie above her, still supporting
most of my weight on my arms.
She kissed my lips, not repulsed by the taste of her
nectar then said, "Udivitel'nyy!" (Amazing!)
"I told you there is so much more that we can explore."
"How about you? How can we explore so that you have a
good time tonight?"
"I'm almost ready to shoot my load right now, that was
so exciting!"
"You really enjoyed it?"
"I did, Tsveta moei. Why don't you do the same for me.
I'll just lie down here and let you lick me silly!"
And then I got a blow job of my life. She began just
like I did to her: kissing my legs from my feet to my
crotch. Suddenly she slowly suck one testicle into her
mouth. She was so gentle! My cock jumped in
anticipation. Then just as slowly she let it out and
sucked the other testicle in. She went back and forth
several times on my balls like that before she started
kissing up the length on my cock. Then she began licking
the length of my cock from my balls up to the head. Oh,
that felt good!
Finally she put her mouth over the head and engulfed the
head and maybe an inch or so past. Her tongue was
working frantically along the underside of my dick and
her hand had wrapped around the shaft. She kept sucking,
licking and stroking me. I blasted a number of gobs of
cum into her mouth and I saw colors at the same time.
(Fitting that I saw colors as Tsveta sucked me. A little
Russian language humor there.) My dick twitched several
times more before laying still and shrinking a bit.
Finally she let my dick plop out of her mouth and she
scooted up on top of me to lay on me, her head nestled
in the crook of my neck. "I'm really looking forward to
the time when we don't have to say good night and leave
each other at the other's door."
"Less than a month, my dear bride."
"Less than a month before I experience your dick deep
inside of me where it belongs!"
We were married as planned on Christmas Day in a Russian
Orthodox church. We had a lovely little honeymoon, but I
don't think we remembered much of where we went - we
spent a LOT of the time in our bed. I may write more
later about some of our adventures and escapades, but I
will say that the wait was worth it. We were married and
no one could say that I was molesting her.
She was my wife now and I was her husband. I finally
slipped my throbbing rod deep into her tight virgin
pussy - just like it was suppose to be. It was a tight
fit and it bled quite a bit afterwards. But a bath
together and rubbing it with aloe gel, then reapplying
my dick to the insides of her tender twat was exactly
what was needed - or at least, exactly what she wanted.
She finished high school a year and a half early, went
to community college and then transferred to the local
university where she is currently majoring in Chemistry.
Watch out world. She's smart and she knows exactly what
she wants. And she usually gets what she wants. I'm
exhibit "A" in that regard. And happily, she's exactly
what I want too! And soon, I think we'll have another
little one or two running around keeping Tanya company.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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