Fuzzy Wuzzy Brown

By: I. M. Libertine

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©2011

All rights reserved.

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or 
dead is entirely coincidental.

This story contains content which is not suitable for those under the 
age of 18.  Reader discretion is advised.

This story contains graphic descriptions of pedophilia and incest.  If 
you find this disturbing or distasteful, feel free not to read it.

This story is fictional.  None of the characters presented in this story
are based on real people and none of the actions taken by the characters
are based on real actions.  The author does not condone any type of
sexual intamacy between a teenager and a child.

All that said, sit down, shut up, and enjoy the story.

Catagories: fg, inc, pedo, cons, romance, toys

An erotic love story.  Amy gets another chance to babysit Nan.

It was early November and I was lying on my bed reading one of my mom's
romance novels.  It was called 'Pirate of Passion', and I had gotten to 
the part where the main character, some noble woman or something, was 
being tied to the pirate captain’s bedposts by her wrists and ankles.  

The delightfully purple prose was a real turn on for my 12 year old 
body; my cooter  was throbbing pleasantly and my nips were nice and firm
beneath my tee shirt and cardigan (Cooter means vagina for you more 
mature types.  I still like to call mine a cooter 'cause I think it's 
cuter).  The ankle length patchwork blue-jean skirt I was wearing had 
been drawn up to my hips, and my fingers were in my Powerpuff Girl 
panties wandering around and doing nice things to my clitty.(Yeah, I 
still wear Powerpuff panties; got a problem with it?  They're cute and 
I'm cute too.) 

About the time I got ready for a nice, slow come, the phone rang.  It 
just figured.  I tried to ignore it and focus on my fantasy of the 
pirate captain tearing off my Powerpuffs and ravaging my slick little 
cooter with his fuzzy beard and long, slippery tongue but the ringing 
was so annoying that I felt my nice little come slipping out of my 
grasp.

I sighed long and hard, tossed the book on the bed beside me and 
grabbed the handset.  It was probably Timothy Jordan; he'd started 
giving me those looks at school.  You know, the ones that say 'Wow, I
wonder what's under that skirt.'  Not that he'll ever find out, I 
thought.  Boys?  Ick!  But girls...

"Hello?" I answered in a far less than amused tone.  I wanted to make 
sure 'Timmy' got the message right off that I wasn't in the mood to 
talk.

"Hello?  Amy?  It's your Aunt Nancy."

That got my attention.  There was only one reason Aunt Nancy would be
calling me this late.  It involved her little girl.  My cooter got an 
exited little jolt at the thought of babysitting Nan again.  The last 
time was... something really, really special.

"Yeah," I said, feigning disinterest.

"I just wanted to ask... could you babysit Nan again?  I know I'm asking
a lot, because it IS Saturday, and I'm sure you have something planned 
but... Well, it's like this.  Uncle Vince and I were invited to a 
party tonight and uh... Well, we'll probably be gone all night.  So 
I'd--"

She interrupted herself with a girlish little giggle.  I was surprised.
I'd never heard my Aunt giggle like that before and... well, it kind of
turned me on.

"Vinnie, stop it," Aunt Nancy squealed in the background.  "That 
tickles!"

What tickles, I wondered.  I suddenly got a vision of my uncle doing
something extremely naughty to my aunt.  Then all of a sudden, I was
there, doing something extremely naughty to my aunt.  I squeezed my
eyes shut and shook my head hard.  Gross!  I didn't want to fantasize
about my thirty-year-old aunt!

"Anyway," Aunt Nancy continued, sounding breathless and a little 
excited, "we plan to be back at around eight o clock tomorrow, so could
you please, please watch Nan?"

I hesitated a bit before I answered, just to get the last vestiges of
the incestuous fantasies out of my mind so I could sound properly put
out by the suggestion of watching my young cousin all night.

"Yeah, I guess so.  I really didn't have much planned anyway..."

"Oh, thank you, Amy," Aunt Nancy said, sounding relieved and excited all
at once.

I said my goodbyes and hung up the phone.  All night with Nan.  A nice,
warm pulse was slowly spreading through my tummy and my cooter was 
starting to itch something fierce.  I imagined that angelic little face,
all coated with the juices from my hot little hole.  I suddenly had to
sit down as an electric shock shot through my hips and up my spine, 
causing my back to arch and me to let out a sharp gasp.  I'd just come 
by thinking about Nan.  God, did I have it bad.

After recovering from the unexpected orgasm, I packed an overnight bag
with a clean pair of Powerpuffs, my pale-blue rayon nightie, a red 
turtle-neck and a pair of jeans.  I tossed in some toiletries and then
opened up my sock drawer.

I had to kneel down to get my hand all the way to the back of the 
drawer.  I groped around under my fifty-thousand pairs of socks for a 
minute before my fingers brushed something soft and plastic.

I pulled the slim pink vibrating dildo out from under the avalanche of
socks and smiled.  It was about an inch in diameter and had cute
little hearts on it. I'd gotten it from one of my friends at school; 
Elle said that I could borrow it for as long as I wanted to.  I hadn't 
actually used it yet; truthfully I was a little intimidated by the 
seven-inch long cylinder.  

I twisted the cap at the end and felt the dildo pulse to life.  I 
could hardly imagine what it would feel like to have it slide up inside 
me.  I shivered a little at the thought, twisted the cap into it's off
position and tossed the dildo into my bag.  Then I fished around in the
socks some more until I found the tiny bottle of lube.  Elle had said to
make sure I used plenty of the lube on the vibrator to make 
sure I didn't hurt myself the first time I put it in me.

My preparations complete, I grabbed my bag and hurried out the door of 
my room.  My mom and dad were on the sofa in the living room watching 
some old black and white flick on the TV.  I hurriedly explained that I
was going to be at Aunt Nancy's babysitting Nan then bustled out the
door.  As I grabbed my bike up off of the lawn, I saw through the window
into the living room that mom and dad had snuggled a little closer on 
the sofa and were looking longingly into each other’s eyes.  I wonder 
what that's about, I though.  Yeah, right, as if I didn't know.

I biked down to Aunt Nancy's house and arrived just in time to see Aunt
Nancy and Uncle Vince getting into their car.  Aunt Nancy was wearing
a really short, black dress, and as she bent to climb into the passenger
seat I caught a glimpse of her naked bottom.  Uncle Vince looked 
extremely pleased as he got into the driver's seat.  I wondered just 
what kind of party they were going to.  

I walked over to their car and listened to a hurried lecture about
emergency numbers and Nan's allergy to grapefruit juice and then they 
were off.

I walked into the house and there was Nan, sitting on the sofa and 
watching Ren and Stimpy beat the living hell out of some bum.

"Heya, squirt," I said as I tossed my overnight bag on the floor by the
sofa.

"Amy, stop calling me that!" she whined, pouting her lips.

I walked by the sofa and tussled her head.  She shook her head 
violently, sending her shoulder length blonde hair flying.  Then she 
looked up at me and gave me a smile that could have lit up all of
down town New York at midnight during a blackout.

Nan was wearing a cream colored tee that had Pluto romping across the
front being chased by a happy, smiling Mickey and a pink, three 
layered, ruffled dance skirt with sequins stitched along the hem that 
covered just her upper thighs.  Her bright blue eyes were wide and 
inviting, her lips a magnificent bubblegum pink and glistining with a 
tiny hint of the peach lip gloss I had given her.  She was like a little
angel sitting there, and I suddenly wanted her badly.

I sat down on the sofa next to her and she immediately scrambled into
my lap and nestled there, laying her head back against my shoulder.  I
leaned my head forward a bit, just enough to kiss her perfect little 
ear, then asked her what she had done today.

We talked a little while, about her school assignments and her friends,
about her mom and dad, about lots of little things girls talk about.  As
much as I wanted to fuck the shit out of her, I wanted more just to be
her friend.  And no matter what else changed in our lives, I would 
always be there for her, no matter what.  I wanted her to know that I 
loved her more than anything in the world, and that our secret little 
game was just the icing on the cake of our friendship.

Our talk died down as Bugs Bunny came on the TV, dressed in drag and 
fondling a very confused Elmer Fudd.  Watching the fantasy on the TV
made me think of the little fantasy that sat on my lap.  I traced my
fingers along her inner thigh.  She looked up at me and I saw trust and
longing in those bright blue eyes.

"Shall I...?" I asked quietly.

Her answer was a nod.

My fingers made their way up under her ruffled skirt until they touched 
her bare pussy.

"You're not wearing panties," I whispered, placing my lips close so that
my heated breath tickled her ear.

"Mama didn't wear any, so I don't have to either," she whispered back.

"Naughty little girl," I said as I slipped a finger between the lips of
her tiny pussy and rubbed her clitty.  She was already semi engorged
when I started, and it took only a moment for her tiny bud to inflate 
fully.

She hummed softly as I fingered her.  I leaned my head down to give her
earlobe a delicate nibble.  We stayed that way for a while, me stroking
and nipping, her humming and cooing, until her thighs clamped tightly
around my hand and her back arched in orgasm.  Afterward her eyes opened
and she moved around in my lap until she was facing me and kissed me 
full on the lips.

My need to respond to that kiss was strong, but just then my tummy
rumbled loudly.  Nan broke the kiss and giggled.  I giggled along with
her.

"Want me to make some PB and J while you go get ready for bed?"

"Yeah," she shouted happily.  She jumped off of my lap and skipped down
the hallway to her bedroom, her skirt flouncing just enough for me to
glimpse her bare bottom.

As I spread peanut butter and strawberry jam on four slices of bread I 
thought about what I was doing.  It was wrong on so many levels that I 
couldn't count them all.  And yet whenever I thought about that angelic 
little face and beautiful little body I couldn't help myself.  I had to
see that face in ecstasy, had to stroke that soft, lithe body, and 
needed her to do the same for me.

I cut the sandwiches into triangles and arranged them on a plate and
then delivered them to Nan's room.  Nan was sitting on her bed, a 
coloring book in one hand and a crayon in the other.  She had one of
those crayon towers in her room, the kind I had always wanted when I was
her age, with one-hundred-fifty different colors to choose from.

I sat down on the bed and put the sandwiches on the bed between us.

"Whatcha coloring," I asked

Nan lifted the book to show me.  Disney's little mermaid was swimming
through the sea with all her fishy friends.  Nan had been in the process
of coloring the mermaid's hair brown.

"Her hair's supposed to be red, ya know," I critiqued while munching on 
another triangle sandwich.

"I like brown better," Nan said with confidence.

I smiled and ruffled her head again which earned me another pout 
followed by a vibrant smile.  Nan dropped the coloring book and crayon 
to the floor and then started in on her half of the sandwiches.

After our light meal I marched Nan into the bathroom so she could hop in
the tub.

"Time to skin the rabbit," I giggled as I pulled her tee shirt up over
her head.

Nan giggled and undid the button on her skirt, allowing it to fall to 
the tiled floor.  I took in her marvelous little body as she
stood there.  She was trim and petite, her hips barely any wider than
her tight little tummy.  Her pubes were plump and slick without even a
hint of peach fuzz, her tiny nips perfectly round and cotton candy pink.

I ran the bath water as Nan brushed her teeth, then lifted her, with my
hands under her armpits, into the tub.  My fingers came to rest on her 
nipples and I allowed them to linger, softly caressing them until they 
were nice and firm little bumps.

"Wanna take a bath with me," Nan asked as she grabbed the bar of soap 
sitting on the tubs rim and began to lather up her washcloth.

"Sure," I responded, quickly doffing my own clothes and sliding into the
tub behind her.  I took the well lathered wash cloth from her and said, 
"Let me wash you up."

"Ok."

She stood up in the tub, back to me, waiting to be washed.

I took my sweet time washing Nan, caressing each and every curve of her
body.  But when I slipped the sopping cloth between the lips of her 
plump little pussy she grabbed my hand.

"Nuh-uh," she said.

I smiled a little and said, "Ok."  She might have been a little sore yet
from my previous investigation of her clitty.  I  planted a kiss at the 
small of her back.

After Nan was clean and glistening she turned around in the bath.

"Now I wanna do you," she said merrily.

I laughed and stood up, giving her free reign over my body.  She stood 
a foot and a half shorter than me, so she had to reach a bit to get to 
my shoulders.  From there she worked down my back to my butt, where the 
slippery cloth was deftly squeezed to give my butt hole a good washing.
The feel of that wet cloth against the delicate skin of my rectal 
opening was something new; I hadn’t tried it before, and I found that it
was kind of nice.  Afterward, Nan ordered me to turn around, which I did
only too gladly.  Again she started at my shoulders and worked downward,
stopping to give each of my nips a good scrubbing until I was nearly 
breathless and my little nubs stuck straight out from my cone shaped
tits.

And still downward that cloth wielding hand ventured, past my belly 
button to the top of my pubes.  This area received extra special care.  
She slowly investigated each part of my cooter, from my plump outer lips
to the tight little hole at the center.  She scrubbed gently at my 
clitty until my legs grew weak and I had to clutch the wall to keep from
falling over.  After my slit was good and thoroughly clean, Nan silently
knelt before me and kissed my delicate lips.

I slid down the wall until my butt touched the rim of the tub.  Nan's 
wet, pink tongue tasted every part of my now dripping love nest.  She
slurped and sucked at my clitty until I thought I would explode; I 
inserted a knuckle between my teeth and bit down hard to keep from 
screaming at the force of my climax.  Now it was my turn to clamp my
thighs together and I pushed Nan's enthusiastic mouth away from my 
screaming clitty.

I don't know how long I sat there on the rim of the tub, just trying to 
breath and bring my quivering knees back under some semblance of 
control, but it must have been a long time because Nan asked in a
quavering voice, "Are you ok, Amy?"

Tears formed at the corners of my eyes as I opened them.  I smiled and
reached out with my finger to brush a lock of golden hair behind her 
ear.

"Nan, honey," I said in a voice that was weak from the power of the
orgasm this marvelous little girl had just given me, "I'm more than 
ok... I'm... I'm super duper ok."

Nan giggled at my statement and I reach out and drew her into an 
embrace.  I playfully snapped at her nose and she squealed in mock
fear as she struggled out of my grasp and out of the tub and into a 
fluffy bath towel.

"I'm the cuddle monster and I'm coming to get you!" I growled as I 
followed her out of the tub and into a towel of my own, then I gave 
chase down the hallway to her room.

End of part 1