Fuzzy Wuzzy Brown By: I. M. Libertine ??? ©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