Payton's Storm, Part 2

Payton picked a slip foam packing sheet from her labia with a disgusted cringe. The bed was an absolute mess with the sundry crap from Storm’s shipping crate, and Payton was in the middle of it.

“Master, if you…” Storm tried to get Payton’s attention but failed.

“There you are!” Payton exclaimed while untangling a cable. “US charging cable.” She set it aside.

“Master, can I, uh… Master? Payton!” Storm had to yell.

“What?” Payton looked up. “Why did you yell?”

“I needed your attention. Now that you have found my charging cable, which I tried to point out to you forty-five minutes ago, may I recharge?” Storm was standing perfectly still, naked, and exactly where Payton had point, two hours ago.

“… Did I really want a smartass little sister? Yeah, go ahead, charge.”

“Do you really want to know what you wanted?” Storm said, moving to the bed. She laid on her belly, so the opening in her side would be away from Payton. She fiddled with the cable and the plug till she charging started. Her eyes pulsated an orange glow.

“Why not.” Payton said, while rifling through Storm’s accessories.

“You wanted three things, mostly. You wanted a little brother or sister to boss around, a human sex toy to play out your fantasies with, and a friend who was a lot like you.”

“So you’re saying…”

“You are a shy smartass.” Storm smirked.

Payton threw a tube of gel lubricant at Storm, who caught it without looking. “How long will you last?” Payton asked.

“If you keep me repaired, with the exception of my batteries, there is no reason I should not last until the heat death of the universe.”

“Use younger words, please. I kind of want to maintain the illusion that you are a ten year old girl right now.”

“Ok sis. If you change my batteries when I need it, I should last forever-and-ever-and-ever.”

Payton cringed. “Never mind, go back to how you were talking.”

“Yes, Master. Uh, Master?” Storm lifted her head, pushing herself from the mattress. “I would prefer to keep that box private.”

Payton had stated to break the seal on an unlabeled accessory box. “Why, what’s in it?”

“Genitals.”

Payton immediately put the box down. “Alright, I will leave that to you.” She shivered with creeped-out disgust. “Why do you need spares?”

“They aren’t spares, really. They are alternates. Bigger and smaller penises, a deeper vagina in case you want me to service a man, testicles if you want me to have them, blank panels if you want me to be one gender or the other.”

“That’s enough, really. I mean it. I don’t want the mental image of you changing out your…bits.”

“I know.” Storm said with a little smile. She reached over and took the box from the bed, and slid it under the nightstand, all while not showing Payton where the charging cable entered her.

“Alright, enough of this, what did you come with?” Payton said in frustration at the mess around her.

“US, British, European, and Japanese charging cables, the box you just found, a basic repair and service kit, which you have ripped open, intimate lubricant that won’t damage my skin, a strap-on harness and dildo for yourself, and…” Storm popped her head up to look on the bed “you left the necklace in the crate.”

Payton furrowed a brow, and climbed off the bed to look in the crate for the necklace. She rummaged through the packing material, and pulled out a silver chain with a pendant. “What’s this for?”

“Tracking device and panic button.”

“So you wear it… and I can track you, and know when you are in trouble?” Payton asked.

Storm snorted. “You can already do that on your phone. No. You wear that so I know where you are, and I know when you are in trouble.”

Payton tilted her head, confused.

“Master, why didn’t your parents want you to have a car?”

“They are dangerous.” Payton responded.

“And why don’t you go out on Friday nights with your friends?”

“Because dad says it’s too dangerous to go out.”

“Why would your parents buy you an illegal sex synthetic?”

“Illegal? They wouldn’t.”

“Unless…?” Storm lead Payton.

“You’re not a sex synthetic.”

“Exactly, Master.”

“But we just…?”

“You have to want me around you all the time. For you, that means being your ideal friend and lover.” Storm said, as she disconnected the charger, and sat cross legged on the bed. Her little cock hung limply between her legs, against her pussy.

“That makes a whole hell of a lot more sense than dad buying me a mindless sex slave.” Payton shrugged. She cleaned off the bed some, and laid down, her head resting in Storm’s lap.

Storm stroked her hand through Payton’s hair “You never wanted mindless, Master.”

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Payton aimlessly swirled a lump of meatloaf through a pile of mashed potatoes.

“So how is your, uh, present, darling?” Payton’s mother asked.

“I really like it. Thanks.” Payton said with a little smile.

“Does it need anything? Like batteries or anything?” Payton’s father asked, with a half full mouth.

“Nothing like that, no. But it needs clothes.”

“It didn’t come with clothing?” Her father asked.

“It came with this one thing, but it was ripped in shipping I guess.”

“We can go to the Salvation Army and pick some stuff for it.” He said.

“Donald!” Payton’s mother interrupted. “Get your daughter’s friend some new clothes.”

Payton’s eyes shifted from side to side, watching her parents.

Payton’s Father, Donald, put his fork down. Payton could see the wheels turning in his mind, and even saw the moment of decision. “Fine… fine. Just, put it on the credit card.”

Payton’s mother smiled at winning the argument before it happened. “What size is it, and is it a boy or girl?”

“I uh, don’t know her size off the top of my head. And she’s a she. Kind of.” Payton said. She still hadn’t touched her food.

Her parents gave each other a look.

“Is it decent enough to go outside?” Payton’s mother asked.

“No. Defiantly not.” Payton chortled.

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Payton dumped a dozen shopping bags onto her bed. She stood at the foot of the bed, and looked around. “What the hell happened to my room?”

“It’s clean.” Storm said. She was nude, and standing in the corner.

“It’s never been clean.”

“I can tell.” Storm smirked.

“Whatever, put on some clothes. I need you to help carry a dresser up stairs.” Payton said, after she dumped out several of the bags.

“What do you want me to wear, Master?”

“I don’t care. I just don’t want my parents to see you naked. Mom already gave me weird looks when I told her your sizes.”

Storm shrugged and went to the bed. She picked out a pair of jeans and a strap tank top. She went down stairs with Payton. Against the wall was leaned a large flat-pack dresser box.

“The thing weighs about a hundred pounds, so watch your fingers.” Payton said.

Storm just raised her brow. The ten year old gripped the box with one hand and lifted it with an outstretched arm.

“Right. Ok up stairs.” Payton laughed nervously.

Storm took the dresser up stairs, and assembled it in about 10 minutes. Payton sat on the bed while Storm folded and put away the weird mix of rough and tumble boy and delicate and sexy girl clothing.

“You don’t have to do that, you know.” Payton said, as she pulled off her own clothes, and tossed them in a pile by the closet.

“If I don’t do it, it won’t get done.” Storm said. She picked up the discarded clothing, and put it in a hamper. She glanced back at Payton laying naked in bed, and took off her own clothes, folding them, and putting them in the dresser, before she climbed into bed with Payton.

Storm laid against Payton, her little leg hooked over the girl’s thigh. Storm’s little cock rubbed itself to hardness against Payton’s thigh.

Payton looked down at Storm. “I, uh, am a virgin.” She shyly admitted.

“Would it count to you if we did… stuff?” Storm asked, her little hand cupped Payton’s breast, and gave it a slight squeeze.

“It would to me.” Payton said. She closed her eyes, her hand stroked through Storm’s hair.

Storm climbed over Payton. She wiggled her knees between Payton’s legs. She leaned over her owner, looking down at her.

Payton looked up at Storm for a long moment, before she pulled her down, and pressed her lips against Storm’s. Her legs opened, and knees bent up.

Storm rested her body against Payton, her small cock rubbed against Payton’s mound as the two kissed. Storm’s hand moved between them, her fingers stroked over Payton’s pussy.

Payton closed her eyes; her hands explored Storm’s body. She let out a little sigh as her arousal grew from Storm’s touch, but that was interrupted when she sucked hard around her teeth – Storm pushed herself into Payton.

“That hurts” Payton whispered. Her eyes clamped shut as she held tightly to Storm.

“I know.” Storm whispered back. “Take a few deep breaths.” Storm kept her hips still, staying inside Payton while the pain subsided. When Payton’s breathing returned to normal, Storm slowly rocked her hip, pushing herself into her owner.

Payton’s face twinged with occasional shocks of discomfort, but her breath carried little moans. Storm’s gentle thrusts increased until she was pushing her entire small length into Payton. Storm was gentle and consistent, never pushing into her owner too fast, never going harder than Payton wanted at that moment.

The gentle lovemaking ended with a whimper, Payton’s whimper, from a small orgasm. They held each other until Payton fell asleep.