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Mf 13, ped, 1st, incest, noncon, anal, blackmail, con, romance

Mich McAlister meets a beautiful but troubled thirteen year old.

Word Count: 10,026

Published: March 05 2018


Chapter One

Mitch McAllister took his usual seat by the window in the Black Bean at three in the afternoon. It was part of his daily routine–workout at the gym with his personal trainer, shower, then a cup of skinny latte at the coffee shop before heading home. Mitch was one of those fortunate young men who made his fortune early when he and his college dorm roommate came up with an idea for a startup company. They wrote software that allowed people to search for the lowest cost hotel rates for a given city and a given time frame. It was quickly purchased by a competing website for a substantial amount of money.

At thirty-two years of age, Mitch could do pretty much what he wanted, go wherever he wanted and buy pretty much what he wanted. But he was never the materialistic type. However, he did indulge himself in one of his childhood passions–old cars. He purchased a 1969 Camaro RS and had it rebuilt by a reputable restoration shop so that it rode and handled like a modern sports car.

The only other slightly ostentatious thing he did was to have a house custom designed by an architect in the modern style. Not ultra-modern, where everything looked sterile and uninviting but what he termed comfort-modern. The house was a modest thirty-seven hundred square feet on two levels with an underground space with a garage with bays for four vehicles, a swimming pool, a home theater and a wine cellar.

As he sat sipping his latte, a gaggle of schoolgirls came through the door, chatting, giggling and being generally well . . . schoolgirls. There was a private academy a block away, and most days saw up to half a dozen girls come in for a coffee or a soft drink. Dressed in their school uniforms, comprising maroon blazers, white blouses, grey pleated skirts, white knee-high socks and black pumps, they would get their drinks and sit at either a booth or a table. It seemed to him, having watched the same girls day after day, that there were distinct cliques and pecking orders. He could tell who the more popular girls were—usually the prettiest ones and their minions would hang on every word out of their pretty lips. Today it seemed as if Miss Prissy, as he had dubbed the girl with the long blond hair, was holding court. He despised her and all the others of her ilk.

Mitch was not a pedophile in the real sense of the word. Well not according to his definition of the word. To him, a pedophile was some dirty old man in a raincoat who would wait on a street corner and expose himself to young girls. Mitch was in love with the youthfulness, the innocence, the inquisitiveness of young pubescent girls.

Today, as he sat there admiring them, he saw a face that he had not seen before. She was around thirteen or fourteen years old, with deep red hair, green eyes and an oval face with a small nose and full red lips. All in all she was stunningly beautiful. He couldn't see what her body looked like under her school uniform, but she seemed to be fairly tall and slim. She carried her tray with a glass of iced coffee and a pastry and sat by herself at a table remote from the ones occupied by the other schoolgirls.

He wondered why she sat alone. She was certainly more beautiful than Miss Prissy. He stared at her hoping she would look in his direction but she looked straight ahead out of the window. He watched her as she ate her pastry—breaking off small pieces and putting them in her mouth. She swallowed the last of her drink and pushed her chair back. As she stood up and slung her book bag over her left shoulder, she glanced in his direction and gave him a shy smile. She picked up her tray, and, giving Miss Prissy's table a wide berth, put it down at the trash stand and left. He thought he saw a small blush on her pretty cheeks as she walked past his window outside on the sidewalk.

Chapter Two

Mitch didn't see Red as he had dubbed the redheaded girl until two days later. He was sat at his usual table when she came in. She gave him a sideways glance as she went and stood in line to place her order. When she came back carrying a glass of iced tea, she put her book bag on a chair and sat down facing him at a table four tables away from him. He watched her intensely as she sipped her drink and flipped through a textbook she had pulled out of her bag. She was wearing what he assumed were reading glasses. They had thick black frames and certainly didn't enhance her beauty.

Miss Prissy came in with her entourage. As she passed Red she said something to her that caused Red to flinch. Prissy's entourage giggled as they followed her to the order counter. Mitch wondered what Prissy had said to cause Red's reaction; he imagined that it wasn't nice. Red's eyes would look up at him over her glass of iced coffee and then quickly look down again. Then there was that slight blush on her cheeks that he had seen the first time he saw her. Red left without looking at him but as she walked past on the sidewalk she shot a quick sideways glance in his direction.

The next day, after picking up her order of iced coffee, she sat at a table one table nearer to him. She went through the same ritual; she would sip her drink while leafing through a textbook. It took her two more days until she sat at the table next to his. Mitch decided that he had to talk to Red, so he got up, took his latte and stood at her table.

"You mind if I join you?" He asked. She looked up at him and he noticed the gold flecks in her green eyes.

She just nodded nervously.

He pulled out the chair opposite and sat down. She couldn't look at him directly, she just kept glancing up at him through her glasses.

"I'm Mitch," he said, offering his hand.

She shook it weakly. "Autumn," she said.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you Autumn. The name suits you very well."

She closed the textbook, took off her glasses and for the first time looked at him.

"Why have you been staring at me?" She asked.

"I couldn't help it, you're so beautiful."

"No, I'm not," she countered. He could tell by the way she said it, that she was not just saying it because she thought she was beautiful and to not deny it would make her seem vain. She really didn't think she was beautiful and Mitch intended to find out why.

"Why would you say that Autumn? I've met a lot of women and I can assure you that you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen."

"You're just saying that to make me feel good."

"Has no one ever told you that you're beautiful? Your mother; your father?"

"Don't have a mom or a dad."

"Oh, I'm so sorry Autumn."

"S'okay. They were killed in a car accident just over six months ago."

"So who do you live with now?"

"My uncle. Listen . . . it's Mitch isn't it?"

"That's right. Mitch McAllister."

"I have to go, my uncle gets mad if I'm late getting home."

"Okay Autumn. I hope we can talk some more."

She didn't reply; she put her book and glasses away, took her empty cup and left. She gave him a shy smile as she walked past his window on the sidewalk.

When Autumn got home, her Uncle Toby was waiting.

"Late again girl," he barked.

"You know I don't like to be kept waiting," he said. "Now off to your room and be quick about it."

Autumn ran to her room and dropped her book bag on the floor and got undressed. She stood there naked and she knew what was coming next. Her uncle came into her room and as usual, he was naked. She looked at his shaved head and those little brown beady eyes that she saw in her bad dreams as his body pressed hers into the mattress as he fucked her.

She shivered at the thought.

His erect penis stood straight out under his large belly covered in graying hair.

"On the bed girl," he commanded. She lay on her back. The mattress dipped as he got on beside her. She took herself somewhere else as he squeezed her breasts and slobbered over them. His hand roughly caressed the bare skin of her inner thigh, She steeled herself for what was to come next.

He plunged his finger into her vagina causing a quick stab of pain. The first time he had done this the pain of his fat finger entering her dry vagina was almost too much to bear. Before he came to her room the next time, she had rubbed saliva on her labia and inside her vagina. It still hurt, but nowhere nearly as bad as the first time.

"My little niece is getting excited I see." He had told her as he felt her wetness.

Autumn knew the routine off by heart as he had been doing this for nearly three months now. He would fondle her breasts and penetrate her vagina with his fat finger. What came next almost made her throw up even though he had done it many times. She started to resist him at first but he was much stronger than she was. The occasional slap soon made her acquiesce to his demands.

He knelt next to her and proceeded to masturbate. She squeezed her eyes shut and pulled her lips inside her mouth.

"Open your mouth girl," he barked. When she didn't comply her slapped her on her temple. The slap stung like crazy. She didn't know what was worse, getting slapped or having his cock inside her mouth. As she watched him draw back to slap her again, she opened her mouth.

He grunted three times and then ejaculated on her. The first white rope went into her mouth but as she turned away the rest splattered all over her face and breasts. When he was finished he wiped his cockhead on her lips.

He got off the bed and left. She quickly went to the bathroom and took a shower to wash his filth off her. Even though she brushed her teeth half a dozen times and rinsed with Listerine, she could still taste his semen.

Half an hour later, she went back downstairs where his was just putting food on the table as if nothing had happened. Autumn was worried that one day he would get tired of doing what he was doing and rape her. She didn't know why he hadn't up till now, but she had an idea that if he raped her there would be evidence if she decided to go to the police. Then she remembered that he told her that if he went to prison she would more than likely be put up for foster care.

Chapter Three

Mitch didn't see Autumn the rest of the week. It wasn't until the following Wednesday that she walked into the coffee shop. She grabbed her usual iced coffee and came and sat at his table. The first thing that he noticed was the faint remnants of a bruise on her left temple. She had tried to cover it up with her hair. He reached over to move her hair out of the way to get a better look at it, but she drew back.

"Don't," she said, as she moved her hair to cover it.

"How did you get the bruise?" he asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," she replied.

"Did your uncle hit you for being late last week?"

She got up to leave but he put his hand on her wrist. "Sorry Autumn. I wasn't trying to pry. I just wanted to know if it was because of me making you late that you got punished."

"It wasn't about being late and I really don't want to talk about it."

Mitch changed the subject, but left his hand on her wrist; his finger stroked the smooth skin of her arm.

"Last week. I noticed Prissy say something to you as she passed your table. What did she say?"

"Prissy?" she questioned.

"Oh sorry. I gave her and you a name. She was Miss Prissy because it seemed as if she enjoyed being the center of attention from her fan club."

"Oh, that's Alexis. What was my name?"

"Red," he replied. That caused a small giggle. It was the first time that he'd seen her smile today.

"Why don't you start calling me Red since I like that."

"Okay, Red it is. So what did she say to you?"

"She calls me Carrot. She's mean to me and any other girl who won't join her fan club as I call it."

"I think it's more than that Red."

"How so?"

"She's jealous of you because you're more beautiful than she is."

Autumn didn't respond with words, but her shy smile told Mitch that she was starting to believe him when he told her she was beautiful. He liked Autumn a lot. She's beautiful, intelligent and he was enjoying their short conversations. Outwardly she seemed like any other teenage girl, but there was something lurking under the surface that was troubling her.

"How old are you Red?"

"I'm thirteen. I'll be fourteen in a few weeks."

"What day?"

"May twenty-sixth, why?"

"So I can get you a gift."

"You don't have to do that."

"I know I don't have to, it's what I want to do."

She finished her drink and started to push her chair back. She just realized that his hand had been resting on hers the whole time they had been talking. She quickly withdrew it and stood up.

"Have to go Mitch," she said.

"Can I see you on Saturday? Maybe we could have lunch."

"I don't know," she replied. "I'm not sure my uncle would like it that I was going to meet an older guy."

"He doesn't have to know does he?"

"He would get very angry if he found out."

"Do you tell your uncle everything? Can't you just say you're going to the mall?"

"I guess I could. What time?"

"How about eleven-thirty? How are you going to get there?"

"I can get a ride with a friend's mom."

"I look forward to spending more time with you Red."

With that, she left. This time when she passed my window on the sidewalk, she not only smiled but gave me a quick wave. I was getting ready to leave when Miss Prissy walked up to my table followed by her minions.

"I saw you talking to Carrot," she said. "What's a good looking guy like you talking to a mousey girl like her?" her minions giggled.

"You know what Alexis. If I were to look up the word bitch in the dictionary, your face would be beside the entry. Autumn has more goodness in her little finger than you have in your whole body. Why don't you take your little band of sycophants and fuck off."

She started to say something but turned and stomped off. "What's a sycophant?" he heard one of her little troop say as they followed Alexis.

Chapter Four

Mitch saw Autumn walking into the south entrance to the mall together with her friend. She said something to her friend who walked away. Autumn walked over to where he was standing. She was wearing a pair of black denims that accentuated her nicely developing curves. Now that she was out of her school uniform he could see the twin swells of her breasts through the light-blue, short-sleeved cotton top. She carried her iPhone in her right hand.

"Hey Red," Mitch said. "Glad that you could make it."

"Hey Mitch," she replied.

"You're looking gorgeous, I'm glad to see you in something other than your school uniform."

"Yeah, I know. Can we go eat as I skipped on breakfast?"

"Sure we can. We can go to the food court or I know a nice restaurant a few miles away."

She looked at him. In the few times they had spoken he came across to her as a kind and gentle man. She decided that she liked him.

"Okay," she replied.

"What time do you have to meet up with your friend to go home?"

"No particular time. I'm to call her mom when I need to be picked up."

They walked to where his Camaro was parked.

"Why did you park so far away?" she asked.

"So idiots don't park next to me and ding my door with theirs. I spent a small fortune on restoring this car."

"I like it."

He opened the passenger door and she got in. When he was in the driver's seat, he saw that she was looking over her shoulder for the seat belt. He reached over her and grabbed the buckle of the lap belt. In doing so his hand grazed her right breast. He felt her shudder a little.

"This is an old car so lap belts only I'm afraid," he said as he buckled her in.

They drove the ten minutes to a small Italian bistro. They were seated at a table by the window that looked out over a small gully. A couple of deer strolled by.

"This is nice Mitch. Can I ask how old you are?"

"Sure, I'm thirty-two. Is that too old for you?"

"No, I prefer older men. Boys my age are silly and older boys won't date me as they think I'm too young. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"I do now," he replied.

She looked at him quizzically, then it registered. "Don't you think I'm too young?" she asked. He thought she was serious. Mitch had intended it to be a little humor but her response intrigued him. He decided to play along.

"Not if you don't think so."

They ate their lunch of pasta and made small talk, her grades, his car, her friends. But when he brought up the subject of her uncle she quickly changed the subject. Mitch was now fairly certain that the disquieting undertows he sensed in her, somehow involved her uncle. He settled the check and they walked back to his car.

"You want to go for a ride before we go back to the mall?" he asked as he started the big vee-eight.

She had that look on her face as she studied him, weighing him up.

"Okay," she replied finally.

Mitch drove to the edge of town down an unpaved road that stopped at a small copse of aspens. As he killed the engine he turned to her.

"Ever since I first saw you Red, I've had this overwhelming desire to kiss you. Would you let me kiss you?"

She unbuckled her lap belt and leaned in close. He did the same and put his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up and kissed her. At first, she was tentative, but as he parted his lips with his tongue her hand went to the back of his neck and her tongue found his. For the next few minutes they were locked in a passionate embrace; their heads tilted this way and that. His hand cupped her breast through her cotton top. He could feel her bra underneath. She offered no resistance as he pulled her top up and she helped take it off. She pulled her arms out of the straps of her bra and moved it around so she could unhook it.

When he finally got to see her breasts he gasped. They were the epitome of perkiness, small, but full with pale pink areolas that started to darken and stipple. Her nipples were the same color as her hair.

"God, your breasts are gorgeous Red and I love your nipples–same color as your gorgeous hair."

He started to suck her nipple as he very gently squeezed her other breast. Autumn was getting overwhelmed with emotions. She was making out with a gorgeous man who had treated her with nothing but kindness and gentleness. This is the way sex should be, she thought; gentle, slow, with tenderness, not the way her uncle did it. She realized she would have to go home to be sexually abused again. It was too much and the dam of emotions burst and she started sobbing uncontrollably.

Mitch was both shocked and scared. Had he gone too far with her? He hadn't forced her and he thought she was a willing partner—she had even removed her bra for him.

"I'm so sorry Red, I shouldn't have done this, it was wrong of me."

She put her arms around his neck and pulled herself over the center console until she was sitting in his lap. After a minute she stopped crying.

"It's not you Mitch. You've been so wonderful and caring and gentle."

"Then what is it Red? Is it something to do with your uncle?"

Autumn was quiet for the longest time. She had never told a soul about what her uncle did to her, and she was not sure if she could tell Mitch as it was so embarrassing. He sensed her reticence.

"Just take your time sweetheart."

"It's . . . it's just so, so embarrassing," she said finally.

He wanted to help her get whatever was eating at her off her chest. He had a feeling at what had been going on.

"Has your uncle been molesting you?" he asked as gently as he could.

She looked down and nodded her head.

"Has he raped you?"

She shook her head. "No, but I'm afraid that he's going to sooner or later."

She seemed to have got more confidence in opening up to him.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to Red."

"No," she replied. "I need to tell someone. I've been keeping this inside for going on three months now."

"Three months! Oh my God you poor soul. What's he been doing?"

"He started a few weeks after I went to live with him after my parents were killed in that car crash. At first, he would grab me around the waist and feel my tits through my top or put his hand up my skirt. I told him to stop but he ignored me. Then he got bolder; he would come in my room after I had gone to bed and tore my panties off. That's when he started hitting me if I didn't let him put his finger inside me.

Then about six weeks ago he started being naked when he came to my room. It wasn't every week, but sometime twice a week. Even when I'm on my . . . you know . . . my period he did things. I tried to fight him off Mitch, I really did. I'm not a slut."

He hugged her tight. "You're not a slut and could never be. It's not your fault Red. You're the victim here."

"For the past month, he's been doing the same thing each time—well except when I had my period. He'd fondle my breasts and push his finger inside me. Then he would . . . this is really difficult for me Mitch."

"That's okay, just take a deep breath."

She composed herself. "He would cum in my mouth and on my face." She started to sob again. "It was horrible and it took me ages to get his nasty taste out of my mouth."

Mitch was calm on the outside but he was raging on the inside. He was going to make it his life's work to take this monster down.

"I'm going to help you get out from under his grip but I need your help."

"I'll do anything Mitch, just tell me what to do."

"Do you have to pay him anything for your room and board."

"Well yes, I mean no. I don't but the lawyer that handled my Mom and Dad's will does. He managed to get a big settlement from the other driver's insurance. I don't know how much. I get a small allowance from the lawyer."

"Red, I hate to have to ask you to do this, but it's the only way we can get the dirt on him. Are you willing to let him do things to you one more time?"

"Do I have to? Can't I just run away with you?"

"As much as I would love to be with you all the time, that isn't possible. There would be a warrant out for my arrest for delinquency of a minor at the least or kidnapping at the worst."

"But what if he tries to rape me? I'm not strong enough to stop him."

"I've got something that will put him flat on his back if he tries that."

"But how are you going to . . . how did you put it . . . get the dirt on him?

"Does he have a day job?"

"Yeah, he's an auto mechanic. He works at that place over on Melrose."

"Is he working today?"

"Yes, why?"

"You'll see. Why don't you get dressed and we'll set things up."

Chapter Five

Mitch and Autumn drove to a strip mall on the edge of town. They entered an electronics store owned by a good friend of Mitch.

"Hey there Mitch," Fred the owner said. "Long time-no see. What brings you to my fine establishment and who is this beautiful young lady?"

"Hey Fred," Mitch said as he shook his hand. "This young lady is Autumn and we need your help. Do you have any of those lipstick cams?"

"Sure do," Fred said, as he pulled one off the shelf behind him.

The camera was as advertised, the size of a Blistex tube. There was a thin cable running from the back to a solid state recorder.

"Okay, I need one of those and a small taser."

Fred opened the display case that served as the counter and pulled out a mini taser. He pulled the trigger and the sizzle of the sparks made Autumn jump.

"What does that do?" she asked as Fred handed it to her.

"That my dear will incapacitate a fully grown man for five minutes."

"I think I'm going to like using this," she said, as she pulled the trigger and watched the sparks jump between the two prongs.

"Whoa Red," Mitch said. This is your reserve in case things get out of hand."

Fred started to say something then thought better of it.

"A hundred and twenty-five for everything," he said.

Mitch pulled a wad out of his pocket and peeled off two crisp hundred dollar bills.

"The extra is for three copies of the video on thumb drives and if I find out you made four copies I know where you live."

Mitch and Autumn drove to her house and she let herself in with her key.

"Okay Red, show me to your bedroom."

She led him upstairs to her bedroom. He expected to see posters of teen idols on the walls and stuffed animals on her bed but there were none of those things. The bedroom was plain, neat and clean but devoid of a teenagers life. He looked at the window to the left of the bed. It looked a promising place for the camera. He clipped the camera mount to the window frame and pointed it through a gap in the curtains at the bed.

"It's very important to make sure this is visible, okay? If not and the camera doesn't record anything we have to do this all over again. Make sure the curtain hasn't covered the camera."

"Yeah I get it," she said. "What about the taser?"

"Under your pillow within easy reach. You know how to use it?"

"Yeah, just push it into the motherfucker and pull the trigger."

"There's one more thing Red. This is entirely up to you. I will be outside your house the whole time and I can monitor the video feed if you want me to in case things get out of hand."

She thought for a moment. "I don't want you to see what I have to go through Mitch."

"Okay Red, I won't watch the video feed, but we have to have a code word that you can shout out if you need help."

"How about Code Red."

"I love it."

She kissed him and they left to go back to the mall where she texted her friend's mother to come and pick her up. Needless to say, Mitch was on tenterhooks the rest of the evening.


Chapter Six

Later that evening Mitch sat a few houses away from Autumn's house and waited. Autumn had given him her front door key in case he had to get inside. She had told him that her uncle got home at five-thirty and his usual routine was to molest her before he fixed their supper—something Mitch found to be so perverse. Even though he told Autumn he wouldn't watch the video feed he decided he had to. It wasn't out of any perverse desire but he wanted to see what kind of sick monster her uncle was.

Autumn came into her room and proceeded to get undressed. He had already seen her breasts but as she stripped he literally gasped as he saw her incredible body. For an almost fourteen-year-old, she was well developed with a small waist and a well-rounded behind. What caused him to catch his breath was the small red pubic hairs in her prominent mons; they were dead straight and lined up with her clitoral hood.

She put her fingers in her mouth and wetted her vagina. She just stood there waiting for what she hoped would be the last time she had to endure the sexual abuse from her uncle. If there was one saving grace of what she was about to go through, it was that she was going to be with Mitch. She was quickly falling in love with him and she hoped he felt the same.

Mitch watched as her uncle came into view. He was fat with his pathetic cock sticking straight out from under his pot belly. Autumn was standing there with one hand covering her crotch and the other her breasts.

"On the bed girl," he commanded.

Autumn obliged and climbed onto her bed. Her uncle started roughly grabbing at her breasts and as he pulled her nipples she cried out in pain. As he pushed his fat finger into her vagina, Mitch could see Autumn biting her finger to stop from crying out. She lay there waiting for her uncle to finish. Then to her horror, he got between her legs and roughly pulled her by her calves until the tip of his cock was lying on her mons.

"God, he's going to rape her!" Mitch said. "Come on Red, get the taser," Mitch started the car. He drove and came to a screeching halt outside her house."

He could see her hand searching under the pillow, back and forth. Her uncle had the shaft of his cock in his hand and was about to penetrate her.

"C'mon Red, get the taser." Mitch was about to get out of the car when he saw the taser in her hand.

Autumn pushed the prongs of the taser into her uncle's arm and pulled the trigger. He jerked back and fell off the bed shaking uncontrollably. She got off the bed and quickly got dressed as he writhed on the floor. She was just pulling her shoes on when he started to get up. Picking up the taser, she jabbed it at him and pulled the trigger just as Mitch burst in.

"You okay?" he asked.

She nodded. He quickly got the camera and they left the room.

"Wait," she said. "I need my school uniform and book bag."

Mitch watched as she tased her uncle again. "Take that asshole," she said. She picked up her uniform off the chair and slung her book bag over her shoulder and left.


Twenty minutes later, he parked his car in the underground garage of his house. After helping a still shaking Autumn out of the car, he put his arm around her shoulder and walked them to the elevator. Upstairs in the great room, she flung her arms around his neck and hugged him. She had now calmed down enough to regain her composure.

"I'm soooo glad you got me that taser. I'll tell you what. The feeling of finally having power over that bastard felt so good. Did you get the recording?"

"Yes, and I know I said I wouldn't watch but I was afraid that if he tried to rape you and you couldn't get to the taser in time, I needed to help you. He really is a monster."

"Are we going to go to the police?"

"I don't think that would be a wise move and here's why. Yes, he would be put away for a long time and would have to register as a sex offender. But what would happen to you? You told me he was your only living relative so you would be placed in a foster home and I'm sure you don't want that."

"That's what he told me which is why I haven't told anyone up until now. You're right I wouldn't want that. So what are we going to do?"

"We're going to blackmail him. I'm going to show him the video and these are our demands. First, he's going to contact the attorney who handles your estate and tell him that whatever money he is sending your uncle is to be put in your bank account. Second, he is going to contact your school and have them send all correspondence to a post office box you're going to set up. Last of all he is not to have any contact with you in any way shape or form."

"But where am I going to live?"

"You can live here. I've got three guest bedrooms all with en-suites."

"You certainly have a beautiful house Mitch and I can't thank you enough."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes, it is. I'd love to live with you."

"Monday, while your uncle's at work we'll go and get all your things. Then that evening I'll contact him and show him the video."

"I meant to ask you, but don't you work? I mean I see you at the coffee shop in the afternoon."

"No, I don't need to work. Most days I go to the gym and work out. I also play golf and chat with a beautiful young woman I call Red."

"You're so sweet Mitch. I shudder to think what I would be going through right now if you hadn't spoken to me the other day."

"I think it was you who initiated contact Red."

"How come?"

"I seem to remember you sitting at a table closer to mine each day."

She blushed a little. "I did didn't I? I couldn't help it you're so good-looking."

"Have you eaten dinner yet?"

"No. My uncle usually fixed dinner after he molested me."

"What a creep. It's entirely up to you, but when you turn eighteen you can turn the video over to the police as I'm pretty sure there's no time limit for prosecution for sexual abuse and attempted rape."

"Hmm. I'll think about that."

Just then her iPhone warbled. She looked at the caller ID; it was her uncle.

"You think I should answer it?" she asked.

"No don't answer it. Just block his number or your phone will be ringing all the time."

After dinner at a nearby restaurant, they watched a movie in the home theater and at nine o'clock Autumn said she was going to turn in.

"You've had a very traumatic day and a good night's sleep will help.


Sunday, the following day, they hung out together and made plans for what was going to happen on Monday when she finally got to leave her uncle for good and start a new life. She was excited and the events of the previous night seemed to be light years away now.

Mitch cooked dinner and afterwards they sat on the sofa watching television with Autumn snuggled up to his side.

"What time do you have to be in school tomorrow?" Mitch asked as the program ended at nine-thirty.

"Seven forty-five."

"Okay, we'll set your alarm for six forty-five. I'll have breakfast ready for you."

She followed him upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms.

"This can be your room," he said.

She looked around at the large bedroom; she peeped into the large walk-in closet and bathroom.

"This is very nice Mitch; the bathroom is bigger than my old bedroom and it even has a bidet. I've never used one of those."

"You're going to love it," he said.

She put her arms around his neck and kissed his lips. "Thanks again my knight in shining armor."

Chapter Seven

Autumn's alarm went off. After canceling it, she sat up, yawned and stretched. The events of the previous evening seemed as if they were a million miles away. She couldn't believe her good fortune. Not only had she got away from her uncle and the sexual abuse, but was now living in a beautiful house with a gorgeous man who she was rapidly falling for. She got up, and after emptying her bladder she showered and got dressed. She didn't care for wearing day old underwear, particularly her panties, but they would have to do until she got her clothes from the house.

Mitch was sitting at the huge kitchen island sipping a cup of coffee as she entered the kitchen-family room. She walked over and put her arms around his neck and kissed him on his lips.

"Morning Mitch," she said.

"Good morning Red, sleep well?"

"Yes, I did thanks."

"Did you find the new toothbrush and toothpaste?"

"Yes, I did thanks. That bed has to be the most comfortable I've ever slept in. I had to drag myself out of it this morning."

"Help yourself to breakfast. There's cereal, OJ or coffee and these are freshly baked croissants I picked up this morning from a local bakery."


At just after seven-thirty, Mitch dropped Autumn off in front of her school. She went to lean over to kiss him but he stopped her.

"Better not be seen kissing in public."

She stuck out her bottom lip. "Not even a peck on your cheek?"

He acquiesced. "Okay, just a peck."

"Bye Mitch, see you at three-thirty."


At three-thirty, Mitch was standing next to the passenger door with his elbow on the roof when he saw Autumn come out of the building. Close behind was Alexis. Alexis's mouth fell open as she saw Mitch open the passenger door and Autumn got in.

"You should have seen Prissy's face as she watched you get in the car," Mitch said as they drove away.

"She's been sorta strange with me these last few days."

"Yeah, after you left the coffee shop the other day she made some snide remark to me and I had to put her in her place. She couldn't say anything in return—she just stomped away."

Ten minutes later they were at Autumn's uncle's house. After putting all her clothes in the three suitcases Mitch had brought with him, they left and went home. He put the suitcases on her bed as she stripped off her clothes.

"I've got to get out of my underwear," she said. "I had to wear the same ones as yesterday and I hated it."

He watched as she got undressed. "God you've got a gorgeous body Red," he commented as her panties dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them and put her hands behind his neck and kissed his lips. His hands cupped two firm buttocks and pulled her into his erection."

"We have unfinished business I believe," he said. She could feel his hard erection pressing into her stomach.

"Not before I've had a shower," she replied.

"It's big enough for two," she shouted from the bathroom.

Mitch quickly shed his clothes and joined her. She looked down at his erection lying flat against his stomach.

"It's big," she observed.

"I'm just average," he replied.

"No, I meant the shower," she countered.

He laughed.

She soaped her hands and proceeded to wash him. He ran her hands over his muscular pecs and abs, feeling how toned he was. She pulled his foreskin back and washed his penis and scrotum.

"My turn," he said as he turned her around. He washed her neck, shoulders, and back. As he washed her buttocks and pushed his soapy hand between her thighs, she put her hands on the shower stall wall to steady herself. She moaned as he reached around her and washed her breasts, feeling her nipples get hard.

"Oh gawd, that feels so good Mitch," she murmured as he gently squeezed her breasts, perfect handfuls.

Autumn was breathing harder now as he washed between her legs, feeling her plump labia parted with his finger. When he touched her clit she climaxed. He felt her knees give way as her orgasm took over. He pushed her against the shower stall wall, holding her up. Finally, her orgasm waned and she turned around.

"That was amazing," she said. "Let's get dry and into my bed. We need to christen it."

After they dried off they got into bed. Mitch turned her head toward him and kissed her. Soon their mouths were locked together. She sucked his bottom lip as he squeezed her breast and gently pinched her nipples. She was rapidly getting aroused again; she could feel herself getting very wet.

Mitch felt a tentative hand touch his hard erection that lay flat on his stomach. Then she got a little bolder and held it in her hand and squeezed it. He felt the pad of her finger rub precum around his cockhead. She broke their kiss panting with arousal.

"I'm so wet Mitch, put it inside me but be gentle because I'm a virgin."

To hear that this gorgeous sexy redheaded thirteen-year-old was a virgin excited him no end. He could feel his cock pulsing in her grip. He got between her legs and sat on his heels. Lifting her legs over his caused his ball sack to rest against her plump vulva. The small patch of red hair on her mons excited his senses. He grasped his shaft and pushed his cockhead down and into her moist cleft pushing her plump labia aside. As he swiped the head up her cleft it raked across her sensitive clit sending a shudder through her body. He pushed his cockhead down to the very wet opening of her vagina.

He looked into her face and it shocked him a little to see so much love for him in her beautiful deep green eyes with their flecks of gold. He wondered if he was going to spend the rest of his life with her. The thought both excited him and scared him.

"I'm ready," she said, dragging him out of his thoughts.

Mitch kept looking at her face as he slowly applied more pressure to the head of his cock with his fingers, pushing it down into her entrance. He felt the tight ring of skin slowly start to dilate, and as a slight whimper escaped her lips he penetrated her. She pushed her head back into the pillow and moaned loudly.

"Oh God yes," she cried. "Push some more inside me, fill me up."

As he pushed, the full length of his cock slid into her hot wet tunnel all the way to her end. It felt like his cock was being gripped by a very tight, wet, silken sheath. She was tight all right, but she had produced so much lubrication he easily slid back and forth. As he pushed back into her, her small inner labia inverted, pulling her clit down to kiss his shaft. She was looking deeply into his eyes as he made love to her. There was the hint of a smile on her lips.

"You okay Red?" He asked.

"More than okay Mitch. I didn't know it would feel this good to have your cock inside me. All I felt when you put it inside me was a little twinge, that's all."

She reached up and pulled him down on top of her and wrapped her arms around his neck and her long legs around his thighs, allowing him deeper inside her. He started to thrust in and out of her causing her clit to dip and slide along his shaft. She was so aroused by her orgasm in the shower and feeling his cock inside her, that she quickly came to her second orgasm.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God," she cried as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She held him deep inside her as her body shook and jerked.

He was getting to like her orgasms. He loved the way she was responsive to his lovemaking. He was starting to see her in his life, sharing her ups and downs. She released her grip on his neck and he lifted up.

"I've never had such intensive orgasm. I think I'll keep you around."

He chuckled and started to thrust into her again. She stopped him.

"You can cum inside me as I'm on the pill," she said.

She had just told him that she was a virgin but she's on birth control. Then he remembered that his sister was put on the pill to make her periods more tolerable. The thought that he could cum inside her accelerated the spread of that nice feeling of anticipation in his groin. His ball sack drew up forming a single mass. Then he climaxed; his cock swelled and pulsed as the first thick rope of his cum jetted into her vagina.

"God I felt that," she said, as a second, third and fourth thick rope flooded her vagina.

Then it was over and he collapsed on top of her. She had her arms around his neck and was kissing his neck and face as he panted.

"I love you," she whispered.

Mitch was still coming down from the high of his orgasm that her comment didn't register on his brain. His rapidly deflating cock threatened to cover her bed sheets with his cum making sleeping (and he had every intention of sleeping with her) uncomfortable.

"You may want to hold my cum inside and go use the bidet or put a pad inside your panties as you're going to leak for a while," he suggested.

"I've been looking forward to seeing what that bidet feels like," she replied, as she cupped her pussy and got out of bed.

"I have to pay your uncle a visit sweetheart," he said through the open doorway, watching her sitting on the bidet enjoying the stream of warm water surge into her vagina.

"I could get used to this," she said, feeling the effect the water was having on her clit.

"Don't get too used to it Red. Leave some for me to satisfy."

With that, he got dressed and left the house.


He stopped off at his friend's strip mall business and waited for Fred to make three copies of the video on thumb drives. Autumn's uncle was not happy when Mitch forced his way past him into the house, but one look at the way Mitch was built and he acquiesced. He was even more unhappy when he viewed the video. But he sat in silence as Mitch told him the things he needed to do to keep his ass out of prison and the pedophile hating inmates in the general population.

"One deviation from these conditions and a copy of this video goes to the DA," Mitch told him.

Mitch left and headed back home where Autumn was waiting for him.

"How did it go?" Autumn asked.

"He was mightily pissed, but as soon as he watched the video he changed his attitude, said he was glad to be rid of you. He wasn't so glad to see the twelve hundred dollars a month disappear from his checking account though."

"That's a lot of money. If the asshole had kept his hands off me he'd still be getting it."

"It's getting late and you have school tomorrow. You want to sleep with me tonight?"

"I've never slept with anyone before—well except when I had a sleepover with my friend but that doesn't count."

"Just promise not to snore."

She giggled. "I don't think we can have sex again as I'm a little sore down there."

"That's okay Red. I'll settle for a cuddle."

"A cuddle sounds nice," she said.

"I need to shower first, care to join me as I'm not sore?" He said.

She giggled.

Chapter Eight

As sunlight started to filter through the bedroom windows, Autumn was already awake. She decided that she liked sleeping with Mitch, enjoyed waking up with him beside her. She looked at him lying on his back, his muscular chest rising and falling. The sheet was pulled up to his waist and she could see the outline of his morning erection.

She had given him an orgasm in the shower the night before, the first time she had jacked a man and she decided she liked it. Feeling his cock swell in her hand and watching his pearly white cum shoot out the end was exciting. She had seen women give men oral sex in videos on the internet and wondered what it would feel like to have his cum spurt into her mouth. She had tasted a little in the shower and it was nice, unlike her uncle's.

His cock felt rock hard in her hand as she rubbed its shaft. As she pulled the foreskin back, exposing the helmet-like head with its purple rim, she could hardly believe it had been inside her, giving her so much pleasure. She parted her lips and lowered her head, taking just the head and two inches inside her mouth. His leg jerked a little as she gently sucked his cockhead while stroking the shaft, feeling the loose skin.

With her other hand, she lifted his scrotum, marveling at how heavy his balls felt. She wondered if one day they would be married and she would have his babies. Her pussy tingled at the thought of being Mrs. McAllister. He stirred and opened his eyes.

She looked sideways at him with her green eyes twinkling. "Morning Mitch," she said and continued to suck his cockhead.

"Well if this isn't a wonderful sight to wake up to. A very beautiful young woman with my cock in her mouth and her hand around its shaft. I could get used to this."

"I could get used to sleeping and waking up with you too."

Mitch watched as he received oral sex from a gorgeous thirteen-year-old. She was no porn star pro, but she was giving him the best blowjob he had ever received. She was swirling her tongue around his cockhead while rubbing its shaft and gently squeezing his balls.

"I'm so close to cumming Red. You don't have to let me spurt inside your mouth if you don't want to."

She lifted off his cock. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to experience all kinds of sex with you."

Autumn continued sucking and stroking him. She felt his cock swell in her hand. It spasmed as the first rope of thick cum spurted into her mouth. She quickly swallowed that as the next three filled her mouth. She looked at him and smiled as she swallowed.

"How was it?" he asked.

"I think I'm going to like this aspect of our lovemaking," she replied. She licked her lips. "Mmm yummy."

Mitch groaned. "Come on Red, time to shower and get ready for school."

Chapter Nine

A week later, Mitch retrieved the mail from the mailbox he had rented at the UPS Store. After picking Autumn up from school and getting home, he handed her the mail.

"Go ahead, open it," he said, "it's addressed to you."

She tore open the first letter that was from her school asking her uncle to attend a parent-teacher meeting.

"My uncle never went to any and I had to make excuses for him. Will you come Mitch?"

"Has any of your teachers seen him?"

"No, he never came anywhere near the school."

"Okay then, I'll come as your uncle. I hope they don't ask for an ID."

The next letter was from the attorney handling Autumn's inheritance. They both read it together.

"Wow!" Autumn said. "Is this right? I'm worth seven hundred and sixty-five thousand dollars."

"Looks like it Red. Maybe I can now quit work and become a kept man."

She punched his arm. "The only place I want to keep you is in bed. Don't forget you promised we could try anal sex."

The thought of having his cock buried in her ass excited him no end.

"How about tonight Red. You can use the bidet to make sure your ass is clean just like you do with your pussy."

Later that evening, Autumn slipped under the covers in the master bedroom where Mitch was waiting. He moved over her leg and lay between her legs.

"Have I ever told you that I adore your pussy Red."

"Yes, but you can tell me again if you want," she said followed by giggles.

She opened her legs wider, causing her plump labia to part revealing her clit nestling in its cowl like a pink pearl in its shell. He lapped all the way from her vagina to her clit where he lingered, kissing it and sucking it. After a few minutes, he could see her clear slick liquid seeping out of her vagina.

"On all fours if you please my love," he said.

It was the first time he had called her his love and it excited her. She turned over onto her knees and pushed her butt up in the air while she lay with her head on the pillow and her forearms on the bed. Mitch knelt behind her, and after a few swipes of his cockhead up and down her cleft, he pushed into her tight, wet vagina.

"Aggghhh, God that feels good," she cried as the end of his cock bumped her cervix. "But you're in the wrong hole."

He chuckled. "Gotta get all slick with your juices before I venture there," he replied.

After a minute his cock was as slick as it was ever going to get. He pulled out of her vagina and placed his cockhead against her anus. She had the prettiest anus he had ever seen. Some women he'd fucked had brown skin around their rosettes, but Autumn's was the same color as the rest of her skin and her anus was a darker shade of pink. He noticed a few small red hairs around her pucker.

Grasping the shaft, he rubbed the head around her anus, coating it with her own juices and his precum. He pushed a little, and keeping up a steady pressure, he saw and felt her anus dilate until his cockhead slipped inside.

"Wow!" She said. That feels really weird but nice."

Slowly, he pushed into her tight hole until he was completely buried inside her ass.

"Now that feels really good," she said.

As he started thrusting in and out of Autumn's ass he moved his hand between her legs to stimulate her clit but she had already beaten him to it. She was furiously rubbing her nubbin. He could feel her legs start to jerk and spasm as she masturbated. It took only a few minutes before she climaxed.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, cumming Mitch. Oh yes pump me Mitch," she cried out. She dropped to the bed, taking him with her.

It was too much for him. He exploded inside her ass, flooding her bowels with his cum. He was panting hard as the last of his cum spurted inside her. His cock slowly softened and slipped out. His cum started to seep out so she quickly clenched her ass to keep it inside her and off the bed.

She rolled over and lay next to him. "That was amazing," she said. "I felt you cum in my ass. I gave myself a really good orgasm."

"You better go use the bidet," he said.

"I think I could get used to that."

When she returned she snuggled up to his side. "I think I could get used to this as well."

"I could too Red. I'm falling in love with you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"You do? I don't think you heard me the other evening when I said I was falling for you. But I do love you Mitch and you make me so happy."

With Autumn spooning Mitch they both feel into a deep sleep.

Chapter Ten

Mitch and Autumn settled into a comfortable routine. He dropped her off at school in the mornings before going to the gym and picked her up in the afternoons. Sometimes he cooked dinner and sometimes they ate out. The parent-teacher meeting was interesting with Mitch playing the role as Autumn's uncle. After Autumn's homeroom teacher got over the fact that he was young to be her uncle, things went well.

There was some disagreement over whether Autumn should go to college. Now deeply in love with him, she didn't want to leave him but his reasoning prevailed. The only compromise was that she got to pick the college that was an hour's drive away so she could come home on weekends. Mitch missed Autumn so much during the week when she was in college, but she made it up to him on the weekends.

It was on a Saturday night, six weeks after her eighteenth birthday. They were lying in each other's arms after a very satisfying lovemaking session.

"Have you thought any about taking the video to the authorities?" He asked.

"Yes I have and I want to see that asshole locked up for what he did to me. But I'm worried that it will get you into trouble. How can we explain your role in this and won't they be suspicious when I tell them where I've been living."

"I guess you're right but I have an idea."

The following Monday, after Autumn left for college, Mitch went back to see his friend Fred who he had gotten the camera from. An hour later, with a copy of the video in his hands, this one with Autumn's face blurred, he went to the post office. After putting the thumb drive into a padded envelope with a typed note indicating who the man was and where he lived, he mailed it to the District Attorney's office. A week later, a warrant was issued for the arrest of Tobias Johnson for taking indecent liberties with a minor and attempted rape. A few months later, Autumn got some satisfaction in reading in the paper that he was found guilty and was sentenced to twenty years in prison.


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