This one starts, okay.  Wrong, but not really all that
triggering.  Then gets progressively creepy, and on into
nightmare fuel.  Sorry, fucked up dreams.

TW: FG Pred Grooming Molest Emotional Exploitation, and eventually Mom/TotL Incest...

It's slow, and creepy, I'm not teasing you, honest.  I'm not even
teasing me, what this is conflict.  They're both conflicted, they
don't know what they want, what little they suspect scares them,
and I went through All of this.  If you think it's any easier not
being able to control, or enjoy a sexual urge than not knowing
why you're growing shoulders instead of hips, then try it some
time.  It sucks, it's not really even all that sexy, it's scary,
confusing, and you can't talk about it to anyone.  (They just
refuse to believe you, if they don't violently fight it.)  Why I
have fucked up dreams, sorry.  It hasn't even started to get bad
yet, but this kind of inner conflict between the subconscious,
and emotional needs ultimately drive Serial Killers, and Mass
Murderers.  It's insane, I understand it, and that scares me. 
That's why "She can drive, but it takes a lot to get her going."
Subconsciously, she's knows she's an abuser, joined a convent (In
another timeline) to try to control herself, because she can't.

I know, it's confusing, and terrifying.  That's exactly how it
feels.

;

Haley (Ffg Baby Sitt Milk Lact Fant.)

"Oh!" The first time, I just turned away, my face and ears
burning.

"It's all right.  Come in, sit down." She was feeding little
Nelly, and I just set down my bookbag.  Didn't look, but I
already saw a little.  Covered by her shirt, and the baby's face.
 I just got out my English book, and started on the reading. 
Until she put her down, fixed her top, and got up.  "It's
perfectly natural."

"Uh huh?"

"Nothing to be ashamed of, just us girls here."  I just nodded,
let my hair hang down on the side, and pretended to read, but my
face wouldn't stop burning.  Then, she loaded up the bottle bag,
with the pump, and left for work.

"Huh!"  I relaxed.  She's right, I just.  I don't know, wasn't
brought up that way.  She's cool, but I was just raised modest. 
I quickly got over that modesty, as she turned out to make a
habit of it.  "Just drain them before I go, so I don't have to
pump again so soon."

"Uh, huh?"

Then, she got home, and she was leaking.  "Can you wait a
minute?"  She sat down, didn't even take off her purse, and
lifted the side of her shirt.  "Bring her over to me."  I looked
away, and she gently took the infant from my arms.  "Huh!  You
don't get like this when you change her, right?"

"Like what?"  I carried the bag in the kitchen, and put up the
bottles.

"You're 12 now, right?"

"Uh huh?"

"And you're starting to develop.  I know you're shy, and modest,
but really.  It's nothing."

It's not nothing.  "Uh!"  She was topless when I came back out.

"Can you get me a dry one from my drawer?"

"Uh," I went back, called from her room.  "Which one?"

"Top, left side."

So, I did, and pulled my hair down to hide behind, or at least
drape over that side, handing it to her.

"Here's your money."

"Thanks."

I looked.  Then up at the bills in her hand, and took them.

"You shouldn't hide your face like that.  You know, you're really
quite pretty?"

"Uh," I tucked it beind my ear.  "Yeah?"

"Huh!"  She switched sides.

"See you tomorrow?"  They shook, and kind of swung, but.  I
wasn't ashamed, really.  My face still burned, all the way home,
but when she held her out, turned her around.  I got a real good
look, the empty one even looked smaller, and a little flatter.

"Huh," my pulse pounded in my chest, but it wasn't just my heart.
 I saw her nipples, they leaked a little, and did I just lick my
lips?  I could feel them, beating.  My the blood pounding in my
bra.  Not just a training bra, I moved up to A cups, but hers? 
Now, I wanted to look, and that's not all.  It's all right,
perfectly natural, just us girls.

"Oh!" I locked myself in the bathroom, right away, and just
pushed my shirt up.  My bra off, god they were red, and swollen
in the mirror.  They ache sometimes, but I just felt them, and
pinched them a little until they popped out.  Pulled them like
she did that one, when she was finished, and Nelly latched onto
the other one.  "Huh!"  I sat down on the toilet, and just closed
my eyes.  Hers was flat, the other one still swelled a little,
and leaked, but not as much as this, and it feels so good just
twising my fingers so they brush around the puffy part.  Not the
hard parts in the middle, but I pinched those, and pulled them so
they slipped out, and snapped back with pops that felt like I
shocked them or something.

"You gonna be in there all night?"

"Just a minute?"  I pulled my bra down, and my shirt over it,
remembered to flush, as if I used the toilet.  For that, but I
could just imagine.  What that's like.  Swelling full of milk, so
they're dripping, and swinging around between my arms.

"Good," mom brushed past me, and my face got hot again.  She's
got pretty big ones too, and my arm brushed her bra.  Through her
shirt too, but I felt them.  Swing, and I saw them swing back,
but she just turned, and shut the door.

Oh, god, what's wrong with me?  Bad enough looking at my boss',
and thinking about them feeling mine up, but.

"Huh!"  I went to bed.  "Yeah," better think about my boss',
then.  I got my hot shirt off, and my bra straps down, to turn it
around, and unhook it.  Turned out the light, and just sat down.
Playing with them in the dark until my sister came in.  "God!"  I
covered up, "Can't you knock?"

She giggled, "I seen your boobs before."  She shut the door.

"Yeah, but what if one of the boys did?"

"Well, they didn't.  Good night."

"Good night."

I pulled my pants off, and lay back.  I used to sleep on my
tummy, until that started to hurt.  In the morning, maybe that's
why they ached, in the morning?

Oh well, it's easier to feel them this way, and I fell asleep,
like that.  Dreaming about my boss, and milk dripping down, and
all that, busty stuff.  When I woke up, they didn't ache, and I
squeezed them a little, before she woke up.  "Huh!"  I thought I
wet the bed, I did a little, but I still had to pee.

It wasn't pee, at least it didn't smell like pee.  It wasn't
blood either, and it didn't feel.  Like that.  Gross.  "Huh?"  It
feels slimy, and even nicer then my nipples.  Well, my nipple,
yeah, that feels even nicer, wiping with my finger.  No toilet
paper, or washcloth, just my finger, and that feels really really
good.  So, I switch sides, and cradle that one in my arm. 
Squeeze the other one, and my wet finger slips a little.  I
licked them, before I even thought about it, but.

"Snh, mh!"  It tasted good, so I fingered a little more out, and
wiped some spit in there.  At some point you're playing with
yourself, but it's all right.  As long as mom doesn't catch me.

Better get a shower, before school, and wash it out real good, so
she doesn't smell it.  Maybe a little more.  Okay?  Yeah, all
right, but she's probably going to be up soon...

;

Nora

Well, at least she got over her shyness.  Looked, right in the
door, and smiled, but my daughter covered what wasn't under my
shirt.  I felt under my shirt, and pushed out of the other cup to
switch sides, then fixed the drained one when she settled in. 
"Huh!"  Still bright red, but at least she wasn't hiding behind
her hair.  Had it tied back, from the hairline without bangs, and
just set down her homework.

"Huh!"

"I guess you're right."  She nodded, "They're perfectly natural?"
 Smiled.

I looked up at the clock, "You're a little early."

"Well, I usually talk to my friends, or whatever, but," she
shrugged, "I guess I missed them."

All right, now she's staring.  Not even looking up at me, while
she's talking, and I don't think that's blushing.  "Hhn!"  She
smiled.

"Well," I covered up, "I have to go."  Put her down, and packed
up the pump.  "See you later."

Work, more breaks to pump, in return for the discomfort of
needing to, but.  I don't know about that girl, whether her
modesty was finally overwhelemd by curiosity, or it was,
something else.  The way when she smiled, when she said
"Perfectly natural."  Or the way she said it.  Not natural,
Perfect.  Ly.

Oh, gosh.  She said they're.  Not it's, I might have misheard
her, but she said they're perfect.  Ly natural.

"Huh!"

Or maybe I'm imagining it now, but my face is warming up.  And my
chest, and on my first pump break.  I didn't imagine my daughter,
it doesn't feel like my daughter.  It feels like a suction cup,
pulling it into the plastic cone, and a relief, but.  I thought
about her eyes on them.  Remembered how she looked, when I
switched sides last night, then again before her eyes switched
over to the money.  But they stopped, she hesitated, and did she
smile?

I'm sure I'm just imagining it, but still.  I never thought about
a girl, like that, but then I never felt one..  Well, her eyes,
looking at me, but now I can feel it when she's not even here. 
She's back home, and I should probably drain the other side, just
a bottle, and get back out to the customers.  Instead of sitting
here, fantasizing about a girl, not even a teenaged girl, staring
at my chest.

That's enough, I'll just come back in a few minutes for a second
bottle, but I'm not making any tips like this.

;

Haley (Fg Solo Lact Fant)

Okay, I tried it.  On the first bottle, I tested it on my wrist,
and tasted it.  It doesn't taste like milk, I mean.  It does, of
course it is, but.  "Huh!"  I sat down, and held her, and let her
drink, but I thought about, that.  Kind of hard not to, holding
the baby in my arms, in the exact same place she does, looking up
at the door, and trying to ignore my nipples puffing up in my
bra.

"Huh!"  Starting to pulse, really fast, because, it's messed up,
okay?  It was messed up last night, but here, now.  It's really
messed up, and that makes it even worse because I can't.  Holding
a baby in one arm, and the bottle in my hand, but my arm against
the side, and.  It's just messed up, and sweaty, and my armpit is
starting to feel clammy, she's so warm.

I've done this a hundred times before.  It never made me so
uncomfortable, but I can't even turn down the air conditioner,
when what I really want to do is put her down, and get in her
shower.  A cold shower, isn't that usually what you do about it?

I'm horny, I'm so horny, and not being able to do anything about
it, except rub the side of my bra on my arm is just making it
worse.  Maybe if I switch sides, she fusses a little, but my
arm's getting tired any way, and I'm really very sweaty where I
held her tiny back, and head.  I wiped my palm off.  On my shirt,
and looked around.

Of course, it's just us girls, so I smiled, and maybe gave it a
little squeeze.  Now, my hand is dry, but my bra feels sweaty,
but with her in my lap, I can just hold the bottle with my hand,
and.  I can feel it, in my hand.  It moves a little, up and down
with her suckling, but she closes her eyes, and I can just
imagine.

Close my eyes, and smile, face burning, imagining it's not the
bottle she's sucking.  My hand on my bra, I'm sure she imagines
that too.  Her mom getting home, and.  Well, I don't suppose
she's imagining exactly what I'm thinking about.  Suckling her
mom.  Instead of me.

"Huh!"  And that's messed up.  I'm not even pregnant yet, and
that's like a year, give it a few months to find a boy I like,
and.

Now, that's a problem.

I don't like a boy.

I like a woman.

Single mom.

"Huh!"

Switch hands.

Squeeze the other side.

That is, a serious problem.  Isn't it?

;

Nora

"Oh!"  Look away.  "Uhm,"  Put down my purse, give her a chance
to fix her shirt.  He bra, set down my daughter.  "Huh!"  That's
a bit of a reversal, so I sit down in the chair.  Move her books,
where she usually sits to do homework.

"I'm sorry, maam."

"I'm sure you're just curious,"  I looked up, nodded.  Decent
again, good.  "To be honest, I tried it too, when I was your age,
and my mother gave me the talk."

"Well," she blushed, "I'm not sure I got the same talk you did."

Good point, "Well," from what I heard about her mother. "What did
she tell you?"

"Here's a napkin, and don't have sex until you're married?"

"What about Nursing?"

She shook her head, "She's not a nurse."

"I mean breast-feeding."

She shook her head, "Don't let anyone see them, until you're
married."

"But you know what they're for?"

"Well, yeah.  Now."  Obviously, she just tried it.

"Huh, well.  All right then no.  I got a more, detailed talk from
my mother."  Who wasn't a nurse, either.  Nor a waitress, "But
she had the proper books, here."  I got up, "I have Dr. Spock's."

"Like Star-Trek?"

"No," I held it out to her, "For child-care, why don't you borrow
it."  If you're going to keep babysitting for me.  "While the
original message was you know more than you think you do.  Huh! 
I think you have a bit more to learn from it."  I handed her the
diaper bag, "Now, put this up, and I'll get you your money."

"You're not mad about."  She looked back.

"No," like I said, "I was your age once too."  I tried it, baby
sitting.  It's perfectly natural to be a little curious.  There's
nothing sexual about it, and honestly, they.  Breasts, they're
for feeding babies.  Like giving Betsy Wetsy dolls to little
girls, so they can learn to bottle feed, and change diapers. 
Unless.

"Haley?"

"Yes maam?"

"Are you a lesbian?"

"What's that?"

"Oh dear.  You better come in here, and sit down."  It's worse
than I thought.

;

Haley (fF Talk.)

"Oh."  I shook my head.  "I don't.  Know?"  I heard of
homosexuals, only in the worst words, but.  "I didn't think,
there was such a thing."

"Well, there are."

"Then," I shook my head, "How do they have sex?"  I'm not
completely ignorant.  I've even seen a penis, or not just one.  I
have brothers, they told me all about it.  They look funny, but I
just recently discovered that I can play with myself, too.

"Well, you don't have any sexual feelings, for my daughter, do
you?"

"No, of course not."  She's just a baby.  "Like you said, I was
just curious, what it was like, but now.  I think.  Huh, well
actually last night.  Yeah, maybe?"

"What?"

"Maybe, I am?"

"What did you think, last night?"

"Well, I tried to think about a boy."

"What boy?"

"Any boy."

"And how did that make you feel?"

"I don't know?  It didn't, I didn't feel any different."

"Oh, well that doesn't mean you're homosexual, it just means you
haven't met the right boy yet."

"Yeah, but.  Huh!  I don't think I will."  I had to look away.  I
looked down, and took a deep breath.  "Because I think I have." 
I looked up.  "Met the right.  Woman."  Back down.  God, my ears
were burning!

"Oh!"  She laughed.  "Oh.  Huh, all right."

"I mean."  I shook my head.  "You."

"I know, dear."

"Well, are you.  You know.  A."

"Lesbian?  No, I'm a mother."

"Oh yeah."  Kind of hard to do, with another girl.  I think, but
then, I don't really know anything, about this.  "It's just, when
you said I was,  Nh.  Pretty, last night."  I decided to tye my
hair back.  For her, so she could see my face better.

"That was just a compliment.  You are, a beautiful girl.  That
doesn't make me a lesbian, either.  But it's getting late, so you
should probably go home now."

"Yeah."  She's probably right.

;

Nora

"Huh!"  Well, that was awkward!

You know, I didn't tell her there was a third option.  I'm not a
lesbian, I am a single mother, and I have a deadbeat father to
thank for that.

Not that I ever seriously considered that third option, but I
already gave her enough to think about.  I put my daughter down,
and took the breast pump to bed.  Because I would be getting up
in the middle of the night any way, no need to for that as well,
but.

She left me, with a little to think about.  Too.  She has a crush
on me, I'm flattered, but at least she's not a child molestor,
right?  Well, that's the problem.

She's 12.

"Huh!"  And I ment it when I told her she was very pretty.  She
is, really very pretty.  I don't want to think about that right
now, so I think about when I was that age, and starting to think
about boys.

And baby sitting.

And women.

"Huh!"

So, I guess I know what she's going through.  I knew better, than
her.  I still didn't think about it.  At the time, giggling with
my friends, and looking at bras, and.  Well?  Masturbating.  All
right, so I masturbated, looking at bras, and thinking about
wearing one, and having boobs.  I thought that was normal
curiosity, and maybe it is, but now.  I don't know.

"Nehen nehen nehehaaa!"

"Great,"  I knew I'd have to get up.

I checked her diaper first, and she's clean and dry.

I fixed them up quick, took her to bed, but didn't see any blood.

She wouldn't have, that's just paranoid but why even think of
that?

My babysitter might do that without knowing anything about sex.

Virginity is the sort of thing she would tell her.

"hn!"

Of course I didn't think about that, at the time.

I named her Nelly after the first girl I babysat, and checked.

Her virginity, even if she wasn't my daughter, but she was
someone's.

I'm not a lesbian, may even be bisexual, but there is a 4th
option.

Masturbating to that idea certainly can't be a very good sign.

"How would they have sex?"  I do have some idea.

I should probably put the baby down.

So I can lay on my back, she's back asleep anyway.  I checked her
diaper again, just to be sure, and put her down.  Of course, I
was just being paranoid, but now I have to admit to my self what
I did.  When I was that young, and she has a crush on me.  Not my
baby, and I'm not flattered.  I'm fantasizing about her, it
doesn't help that I got that glance at her.  Chest.  It's not
flat, she doesn't have tits, but I couldn't even feel jealous. 
There was obviously nothing sexual about it, because she isn't
like that.

Even if she is, it's not like I hurt Nelly.  I left her, intact,
still see her all the time, and she doesn't even seem to
remember.  The other girls I played with.  Okay, even the ones I
molested.  I was curious, I looked.  I was just starting to feel
myself, and even with a mirror, it's just not that easy to see,
if it had stopped there.  But no, I didn't think about it, I just
checked it with my tongue.  She didn't taste like me, and by then
at least I was aware of the symptoms of arousal.  She didn't like
it, I didn't even really like it, but I remember thinking about
it.

With my finger on it.  I could have.  I didn't, but I could have
broken it.  I went and molested my friends instead, because at
least they enjoyed it.  She's not just a child, she was, but now
she's a little more than that.  I'll just explain to her that a
baby is too young, so you can't really do that to her, and get
anything out of it, either of you.  However.  I'm willing.  To
maybe have a more intimate relationship with her.  Not despite
her age, because she's twelve, she's beautiful, and she loves to
stare at my saggy milk bags.  I don't even like them now, they're
too much, they hurt, they get in the way, and they're just too
goddamned big.

I like her's.  That nipple I saw, slip out, of my daughter's
mouth, wet with her spit.

"Huhuhuhuh!"

So puffy, and red, and huge on the cute cones of young girlflesh.

"Huhn!"  At least I'm not in denial any more.

Better get some sleep.

;

{INS if I need to point this out, but those aren't breasts up
there. Those are labia, "hn!" is the 2 fingers in between them. 
Completely subconscious on the narrator's part.  (I actually pull
that kind of shit all the time.  ;)

Also, there's the assumption that because she has some
experience, a few books, and is beginning to admit her attraction
that she isn't ignorant, nor in denial.  Thing is Ignorance is
infinite, and we ain't.  TBPH anyone that doesn't realize that is
at least a little narcissistic.  In this universe, only the
Radulla even approach knowing it all, and that's still laggy from
propagating at the speed of light.  Not to mention the fact that
they're lied to, and manipulated by Basiatis, who's at least
experienced enough to admit He doesn't know it all.

The assumption is she's the seducer, because she's done this
before, and the object of her escalating lust hasn't.  It may
turn out that she knows more than she thinks.}

;

Haley

"You're not having any sexual feelings about Nelly..."

Well, I wasn't?  When I said no, but then I get home, and take a
bath, because that takes longer then a shower, and it's
comfortable.  So hot, and steamy, and wet.

She said it was all right, I just tried it, but now that I have
them in my hands again, "Huh!"

I'm having sexual thoughts about her.  It's not the same, I had
her on my nipple, and that had to be the most relaxing thing
ever, but now that I have my hand between my legs, and my nipple
in my fighers, you know what would be really nice is a baby on
the other one.

I changed her diaper, and I know what that looks like.  Done it a
hundred times before, she's a girl, I'm a girl, only she doesn't
have any hair on it, and I don't have a whole lot of hairs on it,
but I remember being bald like that before, but I didn't.  Touch
myself like this then.  I'm not fat, and.  Bald like that any
more, and I wonder what that feels like.  Without the washcloth,
I know it's soft from wiping it out, and;

"HhHhH!"  Oh, "HhHHHHH!"  Oh!  "HuhhMMMN!"  I better hold my
breath.

That's, definitely a sexual feeling!  How did I do that?

"OohhHHH!"  That's loud.  "Snhhhhhhh!  NGH!"

I bet it's smooth.  I know her skin is really smooth, and there's
like no hairs anywhere.  "HhHhuhu huh, uH!"

Just relax, it feel so hot and steamy in here, I don't really
like it, but I'm so dreamy now, and I'm pretty sure I just got
off.  What do they call that, cumming.  Right, the boys say cum.
Or jerk off, I didn't jerk off, I just, kind of.

"Haley?"

"What mom?"

"We need the Bathroom?"

"Okay, mom!"

I can open the window in the room anyway, I need the fresh air,
but I hope I can do that again.  Without the bath water, maybe
that helped, but I just kind of lost track of what I was doing. 
Put a towel on, and run for my room, but not because my brother
might see.  I don't really care right now, I just need to try
again before mom makes my sister go to bed, and figure out how to
do that again.  Because that was great.

It's um, 6:28, so I got at least an hour and a half.  They'll
make her go to bed, they always have to, and she can fight it for
a while when she wants to.  That's fine, I bet I can do it again
in an hour and a half.  Let's see, I just put my finger in
between, no wait, I had my legs up like this, and the window open
is a great idea.  I can breathe, it's a little chilly, but I'm
warming up again all ready, and this time I can think about her.

Her mom, it's probably not a good idea to think about touching a
baby like that, and she doesn't have any anyway.  You can barely
see her nipples, her chest is just fat, but her lips.

"Huh, no."

Her lips.  Yeah, she's got a big mouth, and she can suck on one
too, and touch me.  Like this?

"Hhuh!"

Does it even matter, what I do?  I bet she's got lots of hair on
hers, and.  "Hihihihihn!"  I know she's not a virgin, but should
I save myself for her?  I can't feel it, but there's this. 
Thing, my nail catches on the edge and hurts it, and I didn't see
anything about it in that book, because it's about children. 
Well, nothing.  Sexual yet, maybe I haven't gotten to that part,
but the problem is she knows what to do, and I have no idea.

I know what I want to do is suck one, but she's got 2, and a
baby, so.  "Yeah."  She throws out milk, it goes bad, so there's
plenty for the baby, and then she doesn't have to switch sides,
but then how would she reach, down between my legs?  Well, she
has 2 hands though, and nails, and I have 2 breasts, so she can
feel me up, and I can drink one side, and touch myself, and hold
the baby with both her hands full, and.

"Hhuhuhuh!"

Stop, thinking about that!

"Mrhnnnn!?"

Okay, that's bad, right?  I mean, they say "Get off on it."  My
brothers, he gets off on that.  So, what's that say when I'm
pretty sure I didn't do anything different.  This time, or last
time, but I got off on thinking about touching a baby.  No,
Nelly, not between the legs this time, but holding her bottom the
way I did her diaper, when she was suckling me, instead of her
mom when I'm suckling her, and.

"HhHhHhH!"

Wait, again?  I didn't even finish the first one!

"Hhihn!"  Breathe.  No breathe for real this time.  "HhH!"  I'm
shivering, and I don't even feel cold.  When it is cold, and I've
got goosebumps, and I'm shivering, so I must be cold, and just
can't feel it.

"Huh huh huh!"

That's incredible!  Maybe I got 2, because there's one for both
of them?  But I better close the window, and yeah I said I was
tired, but now I really am sleepy, and feel so sleepy, and the
covers are so warm, and snuggly.

;

Nora

Well, I put her down from another late-night feeding, but I
wasn't feeling like sleeping, so I break out the toys?  It had
been a few weeks, so I didn't reach straight for the twat
wrecker, but now that I've cleared my head, I probably could
have.

It really depends on my mood, but tonight I'm feeling raunchy,
which means dirty words, and I never even tried to try
everything, but I thought of one I hadn't yet.  I have milk left.
 I could pump, but it comes out hot, Nelly drained one side
pretty good, but left me lopsided, so I rolled back, and started
squeezing out the other, in my palm.

"Oohoh!"  It does come out rather hot, and when I screw my
fingres back and forth, it wipes over the glands, and a lot came
out in my hand, but more went out to the tips, which really hurt
more than a little, so remember that.  While I turn over so they
can hang, and I can cup under the dripping tit while milking
around from the side.

"Nh!"  And under, then inside with my finger, squeezing in with
my thumb until I can make a circle, pinch it, and pull so they
drain even more.  "Ngh!"

That's a lot!

"Hah!"  Rub it in real good, I'll have to strip down to the
sheets from it all running down my arm, but "Fuck!"  2 fingers,
easy, so pull out, and "NGH!  HUH!"  Make a triangle, and split
as far as it will come open, which is almost to the knuckles. 
"Huh!  Yrh FUCK!"  I can get my wrist down, or up, or who fucking
cares any more, but if I hook my fingertips, then spread a
little, and I can grind it in hard, and mash my clit out until it
throbs.

"Nh, yeah!"  Rub my fingertips around real fast, and "Huhuhuhuh!"
 Yeah.  Slip the middle two back in, and out, to paint my clit
again, and just slip back up, and down, in and out to swipe my
clit, and flatten my lips a few times.  Slap, and bark, "NAIH! 
Hhn!"  Rub it in hard, I'm going to have to run the bedding down
to the laundry anyway, so "Fuck toys!" I don't want to clean
those too.

"Nh!  Huh huh huH hUH HUH!"  Pull them back out to rub them
around again, I'm really dripping now, and it's running down the
back of my arm.  "SLRPHUP!  Huh!  GUHLKHUH!  Sphuh!"  Nice big
splat of deep throat spit, and oh yeah, milk.  My milk! 
"Huhuhuhuhuh!"  Rub it around in there nice and sloppy.

"Hh," push up.  "Hhuh!"  Pretty satisfied.  "Hhhhhhhhh!"

Yeah, better stip the bed before I pass out.  I can get off
later, but that's good.  I'm good for now, and I need the sleep
more.  Grab a maxi-pad just to hold between my legs after a quick
cat-bath, and throw a sheet on.  I can grab another blanket if i
get cold, or turn up the heat, or whatever, but I'm about to
crash again, and I need it.

"Hihhhhn!"  Hug the pillow, and pass back out.

;

Haley

"Mh?"  Another wet dream, and I'm all sweaty.  "Snh?"  Sure
enough, I didn't wet the bed.  "Slp?"

I wonder what she tastes like, and looks like, naked?   Besides
her breasts, but I didn't even get to see all of them, really. 
She took her shirt off, and I brought her bra to her sitting
around topless, but now I wish I did get a better look, without
the baby in the way, or my hair down, especially without the
shirt, and half her bra on.  Just pulled up to get a nipple out,
but I bet she's hairy, and smells.

Well, like this, and tastes like this, only they're like lips,
right?  I guess she's got a beard, I got maybe a mustache, but a
nice thick beard, and yeah.

I'm a homosexual.  I know that now, now I'm thinking about that.
I didn't ask, the boys I mean I asked her, and she didn't say
anything, but it's like that Dr. Spock book, with a C.  Maybe I
know more then I thought, I just didn't think.  I don't know,
never mind.

Her privates, I want to see them.  And get a better look at her
breasts, and see her naked, and touch her, and taste her, and
feel her hands on my breasts.

"Huh!"  Better go to the bathroom, before I get loud.  There's a
washcloth, so I stick that in my mouth, and just breathe through
my nose.

"Mh nm nm nm!"  Ooh, real hard, and faster, faster, right?  I
just ignored it, but I heard it.  I just had to remember, faster,
harder, deeper, only not deeper, because I decided I will save it
for her.  "Nhmhmhmhmh!"  Why isn't this working?

Lay down, in the tub.  No wait, lock the door, and take a bath,
that worked so good last night, and I don't like the wash cloth
in my mouth.  That was just a bad idea, but while it's feeling
up, I can get it wet, and soapy.  I didn't really wash off last
night, and it feels nice on my belly, and my hairs, and up and
down between my breasts.  Right over my heart, I was just trying
too hard, so relax.

"HhHhHhH!"

Yeah.  Now try it.  Since the water is that high, now wait, cut
the water off first, and it was so easy the first 2 or 3 times,
but what was I dreaming?  I forget, but there was something,
sexual in there, because I woke up so wet, and sweaty.

I don't know, maybe try to think about a boy?  Not any boy, in
particular, just a boy.  My age, no a man.  Right?  I'm supposed
to want a man, and marry him to get pregnant, and have a baby to
hold, and suck the milk from my chest.  "Hhhh,"  Yeah, I really
want to know what that's like.

I didn't feel up my breasts first.  That's it.  Yeah, you have to
turn it on first, I just thought I was because I woke up wet, but
maybe that was just left over from last night?  Does it go bad?

I don't know what I'm doing again.  It's the middle of the night,
I have it to myself for hours, and it's not working.

"Huh!"  At least I'm clean?  And "Yeahr!"  Tired, I just.  Well,
I tried it, so try to sleep now, and dry off.  It's not as easy
as I thought.

;

Nora

I have to work.  I want to call in slick, but tomorrow I have a
day off, and I need the tips.  I was lucky to get an affordable
sitter in the first place, I have to pay her, and you don't get
payed maternity leave waiting tables.  Or a decent paycheck, and
the breaks are less time working for tips, so I'm still slowly
losing money here.  Also, Nelly is another expense, as much as I
keep up appearences, I'm not actually making it as a single
mother, and I'm going to have to move back home to I Told You
So's, it's only a matter of time.

I just really want to stay home, and seduce Haley all night. 
Instead, I masturbated furiously every time Nelly nodded off. 
Taped the wrecker on the corner of the coffee table, and just
went to town.  Instead of sleeping, which I need to do, oh and
every time I ever had sex with a little girl.  Can it really be
that many?  I'm 26, so by my count, it's been more than 1 a year
since I started, and I haven't been with anyone every year.  I
made up for it by messing around with a bunch of friends, or
using it for sex, and forgetting about it.  It's been over 6
months!

You know, that really sucks?  Forgetting about having sex, and I
mean every time I really had sex, that deadbeat bastard
notwithstanding.  Because it wasn't sex, we just fooled around,
and i didn't want to think about what I was doing, because I was
molesting, well over a dozen girls.  Not just younger girls, I
started when I was one, I just didn't stop when I grew up, and
Nelly.  Not my Nelly, but I really feel guilty about that now,
especially since I can't think her name, because I named my
daughter that!  And just the thought of anyone, man, or woman, or
boy or girl, touching my daughter like that, sure i didn't know
what i was doing, but I should have known what I was doing.

So, I made sure I was satisfied, pumped dry, and left for work as
soon as she showed up.  Passed her on the way down the steps
"Sorry, they're short-handed, and I really have to go ASAP."  Get
to work.  Thank goodness it Was busy, I kept at it until I was
leaking, pumped quick just to take the pressure off, but sitting
in the kitchen lavatory.

"HhHhH!"  You mind staying late?  Don't just pick her up, and
carry her to my bed.  Hold my hand over her mouth if she tries to
scream, if I don't fuck her tonight, I'll probably go to the
psyche ward, and I'm starting to think I belong there.  It's
nasty, I don't know if you ever worked in a diner, or used the
restroom in back, but it's right by the diswasher's, the bussers
use it, I have to switch the pump over to the other side, and I
wish it had enough pressure to stay on by itself.

"Nyrhnrhnrnrnrnh!"  There, "Huh!"  I needed that.  Just thought
about her, the look on her face, shyly blushing, and peeking
around her hair, and stopping before she took the bills.  I held
them out like that, so she had to turn, I just didn't think about
it.  That's what I get for not thinking about it, but she's just
so young and innocent that now I can't stop.  "Huh!" Drop the
bottle in the reach-in, fold up some napkins to pad them out so
they don't leak through as easy, and get back out there.  It
won't go any faster, but it feels like it, and I can't think
about her when I'm this busy.

The good news is great tips.  I might walk out of here with a
bill tonight, but not if I spend it in the toilet.

"Huh!"

;

Haley

"Huh!"  I need to stop.  Homework just didn't happen, not with
her right there, but I felt so heartbroken when she just left me
like that, and as soon as I got inside.  I checked her diaper.  I
touched her.  I stuck my tongue in her until she cried, then I
gave her a bottle so she'd nod off.

Then, I pulled my shirt up, didn't even wear a bra, and stuck my
hand in my panties until she wet herself.  It got all over my
lap, and my fingers, so I had to put a diaper on her.  What's
really terrifying is I didn't get off.  It was like that
nightmare last night.  Trying to, all night, and not even getting
turned on.  I didn't even really get turned on, I just sat there,
touching her, and myself, and letting her suckle in her sleep.

"Huh!"  She's asleep again, but writing seems to help, and I have
to think about this, instead of molest her.  She's right there, I
keep looking over, but this is seriously messed up.  I have a
problem, I had no idea how bad, and I need to stop.  She doesn't
taste like anything, well, skin.  A little pee, but that washes
right off, and then she just tastes like skin.  I licked her
fingers just to be sure, I don't know what it is, but while she's
asleep.

No, don't do it again, I'm trying to stop here?  What's wrong
with you!?  She is so soft, and silky, and alive.  In a way
that's not like any doll ever I bet.  She breathes, yeah her
little sniffs on my chest, when she breathes, and suckles. 
"Huh!"  Okay, maybe just a little more, but just until she wakes
up, and keep my hands out of our pants to write, because it
doesn't do anything anyway, but at least it feels.

Comfortable?  It's the most comfortable thing in the world, for
one thing.  Like a warm bath, just floating in the chair, by the
door, I can look out the window and see her coming, pull my shirt
down, and she's got a diaper on.  This is okay, but I can't do
this all night!  Right?  It's wrong, I never should have started
in the first place, I can stop, I just don't want to.

She got the other side last time, but I was using this hand to
try and play with myself, instead of write, and I'll just check
her diaper.

"Huh!"

It's so warm.  It's not wet, I know what it is, and "Snh?"  I can
smell it, but it's just so warm, and soft, and she'll wahe up
soon.  Right?  No need to wake her up, just keep writing, and I'm
going to have to wash those fingers but.  It's not too bad.

No, it's terrible, it's baby shit, it's disgusting, but why am I
not grossed out?  Really, why am I not gagging right now, and
running to the sink?  It's weird, I even feel nice, and sleepy,
like I did just get off, but.  "Hmm!"  She not even suckling any
more.  Just resting on my arm, and my chest, and her cheek is a
little wet, and she's breathing.

Oh!  A little burp.  Maybe it's a mother thing?  Yeah, it's not
sexy it's just a mother thing and she looks so happy when she
gets home, and sees her, and gets to drain them and just relax
from work.  This must be love, then.  Or what mother love feels
like, it's kind of like how I love my mom.  I do, she means well,
she just wants to protect me, and she was right.

This is sin.  That's the terrifying part, she's not my baby, I
don't even have any milk for her, and I'm stealing another
mother's love.  "Huh!"  Yeah, I better get up, change her, and
wash it off.  I feel better, and I can heat up a bottle too. 
"Come on."

I'll figure it out later.

;

Nora

"Well," Glad that's over.  I was right, I made a lot of money! 
These are good for more than just feeding babies, I just had to
loosen up, undo a couple buttons, and keep them topped off. 
Their drinks, of course, not let plates pile up in the window, we
were short handed, so it just felt especially busy for a
Wednesday, and less people to split that share with.  I had to do
most of my own bussing though.

"You in a hurry to get home?"

She looked shy again, which is honestly adorable, but she shook
her head, and set her bag back down.

"Good, because I have to get something off my chest."  First, I
went in my room, and took off my shirt.  "Huh!"  Massaged my
chest, and put a nightshirt on, without the bra.  Just pumped
before I left, it was either that, or stop on the way home.

She put up the bottles.  "You know, I've been thinking about what
we talked about last night.  And,"  How do I put this?  "Huh!  I
can't stop thinking about it, actually."

"What?"

"You?"  I waved her over, "Come sit down, next to me.  Relax." 
She held her knees together.  "It's okay," I held her shoulder,
"Relax.  I have to admit, all this time we've been spending
together.  It's been what, 2 months?"  She just nodded, but her
hair fell down from behind her ear.  So, I swept it back.  "To be
honest, I've been lonely.  I haven't really gotten used to living
alone, and now, I've gotten accustomed to your company."

She shrugged.  "Okay?"

"Haley?"  She looked sideways.  "It's okay," I turned her face,
"I just wanted you to know, I feel it too."

"Oh," she looked away, "Okay."

"Is something wrong?"

"Well, I don't know.  You, uh."  She got real read, "You ever try
to.  Uh. You know."

"You're going to have to supply a verb."

"Play with yourself."  She turned away, "And nothing happens?"

"You mean orgasm?"  I rubbed her leg, "Are you having trouble,
getting an orgasm?"  Would you like help with that?

"Well, just last night, and today.  The other night, I had one,
and then.  Two?"

"Two at once, or one right after another?"

"One, and then another.  Right after, but the first one wasn't
done."

"Okay, well.  Yes, I have in fact had that.  You're probably just
satisfied, and it just took a little while to get worked up
again.  Is that what's bothering you?"  She nodded, "Well, if you
have any more questions like that, you know you can come to me. 
I realize your mother isn't, forthcoming about such things, but
you don't have to be embarassed about it.  Okay?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"You feel better?"

"Yeah."  She got up.

"Well, I'm off tomorrow, but if you'd like to come bye, after
school, then maybe you and I can just hang out."  Have sex, "Just
the two of us."  I was just stressed.  I get frustrated
sometimes, when it all seems overwhelming, but I got caught up on
rent, and I suppose I thought, well never mind what I thought. 
It was silly of me.

"Yes, mamm."

"You can call me Norah."

"Okay," she smiled, "Nora."

"See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

I need a drink, and a bath, and about 6 orgasms, but what I do
not need is to get up in the morning.  So, break out the toys!  I
run hot and cold, when I'm hot, I'm hot, when i'm not I'm not, it
just doesn't really respect my schedule, or always have the best
timing.  I just thought sex would make me feel better, but I
don't want to rush her.  She's still young, and yes.  I am a
child molestor, but I don't want to scare her off, or ruin it for
her.

I've waited half a year, half of that with her, and I can take
care of myself again tonight.

Tomorrow, I'll make it up to her.

;

Haley

Well, that was creepy, and exciting, and I didn't even make it
home.  It's a nice night, not as chilly, and I'm sick of locking
myself in the bathroom anyway, so I just found a quiet spot
without a toilet, and leaned up in the corner with my hands
between my legs.  And felt my leg the way she did, with my other
hand.

I can't put my arm around behind my neck like that, or feel her
large warm round soft breast against it, but I remember pretty
good, and I felt like she'd kiss me any seccond.  I don't
remember, most of what we said, but I do remember the part about
satisfying myself.  All right, that makes sense.  My first 3 in
an hour, but now I'm so horny again, and I just rub my damp
panties in until they're soaked, and my knees go weak.

"Nhhheahhh!"  Just lock them and shake.  "Hihn hehn, hahn!" 
Catch my breath, and give my other breast a nice squeeze, because
I didn't even touch it.

So, she's a child molester?  I don't know a lesbian from mother
Mary, but that felt weirdly, I don't know.  It really turned me
on, I need a shower bad, and I hope I don't stink too much on the
way, but then there's mom.

"Are you all right sweety?"

"Fine?"  I pushed her hand off my head.

"Well, you've been working a lot lately, and after you crashed
out so early last night."

"I just had trouble sleeping the night before, and now I'm caught
up."

"Was that in the tub last night?"

"Yeah, and I need a shower right now, Nelly had an accident, and
it got all over me, so can you just let me catch my breath a
minute?  I just got off work!"

"Okay!'  She backed up, "Fine?  Did you eat dinner?"

"No, but let me get these dirty clothes off, and take a shower. 
Can you heat it up for me?"

"Of course, darling."

"Mom!"  I didn't try to slam the bathroom door.  "God!"

;

Nora (The story codes, don't really change much, F/f Solo until
they get over their conflicts.)

Nelly wouldn't stop crying.  I checked her diaper, she was fine.
Tried feeding her, but she wouldn't latch on, and pushed the
bottle away.  She just cried, so I even checked her gums.  She's
4 months, or 19 weeks, almost 5 months, but far too early to be
cutting teeth, and I can't even get her to try baby food.  I
walked her, bounced her, rocked her, tried to burp her,
everything.  I tried everything, short of taking her to the
doctor, and she wouldn't stop screaming, which drove me mad. 
Finally she settled down, cried herself to sleep, but I was so
frazzled I couldn't, plus the stress of everything going on with
Haley.

Or nothing happening with Haley, and I don't.  It's not like I'm
proud of myself, exposing myself to her, and touching her.  Okay,
I just touched her shoulder, and her leg, but I didn't just do
that.  I felt her, leg, and made her talk about masturbating.  I
know how her mother raised her, and she's really so shy that I
wanted to, spoil that innocense.  Is that, "Spoil" the right
word, or is it despoil?  I didn't, she probably would have let
me, but I started to, and I can't even say for sure what stopped
me.  Whatever it was never stopped me before.

I had, done that before.  The same way, only this time I knew
what I was doing.  Is that it? I saw how uncomfortable she was,
not just hesitating, she was, arounsed.  That other girl was too,
she reisted, but I kept going, and touched her, and licked her
off.  Yeah, she got off, had her first orgasm, but I made her,
and then I just forgot about it.  If it was so easy to forget
about it then, and again, and all the times I took advantage of
them then why can't I do that now, and get some sleep, and why
didn't I do it last night?  I wanted it, and she wanted it, she
was just a little nervous, and I came on too strong, but I always
come on too strong, and that never stopped me before.

"Huh!"  She asked me, if I ever tried to be sexual, and didn't
feel it.  "Hhh."  The truth is, that I did.  Not playing with
myself, sometime I get in the mood, but it doesn't work, that's
natural, and it happens to any girl, but.  I wouldn't know that
if I hadn't tried to make a girl sexual, and she didn't because
she was too young, or I came on too strong, but now I keep
reliving all the times, and I realize, I didn't always feel it. 
Anything, sometimes I just go through the motions, and I even got
her off.  To a moaning orgasm, and it sure looked like she was
enjoying it, but I didn't.

I didn't feel anything.  For her, sure she was having trouble, so
I helped her out.  I thought that was it, I had a friend in need,
and I helped her, but now I have that feeling in the back of my
head.  The same feeling, I feel like a child molestor.  It
doesn't feel good, or cold, or even bad, or anything.  It doesn't
even feel bad.  Just, dead inside.  I feel, like there's
something gone, I can't explain it, but there's something that
should be, right here.  In the back of my head, right at the top
of my neck, and it's just, gone.

Why just last night, I got off, and honestly it was mind blowing
just thinking about that.  Molesting Haley, and being a child
molestor, and even the though of her taking Nelly's virginity. 
It was sick, I knew that, then I got up, and satisfied myself
again.  Sexually, I didn't orgasm, but I know I don't need a
climax to be satisfied, but that's normal, or is it?  "Wait," all
right, first of all I keep thinking that.

It's normal, it's "Natural."  Nothing wrong with, being a fucking
CHILD MOLESTOR!  Getting off on it or not, okay it's selfish to
think at least I get some pleasure out of it, but which is worse?
 I actually feel a little more fcked up thinking about all the
times I didn't and felt nothing.  Nothing at all, just dead
inside, and still went through with it.  I didn't last night, or
earlier tonight, technically it's after midnight the next day,
but when I started to molest her, and I stopped, because she said
that.

Sometimes, I don't feel it.  Anything, and I still try to force
it.  I was, increadibly hot for her, all joking asside, I
imagined dragging her off to bed, carrying her with my hand over
her mouth so she wouldn't scream and raping her.  I never raped
anyone before, even if I thought about it, but I'm not that bad.
No, I'm worse, I actually thought "I didn't rape her," as if that
made up for molesting any of them, when onestly, it's just as
bad.  It's the same thing, "Oh, I didn't hurt her."  Yes, yes you
didn, some of them cried!  Haley looked like she might cry, and
that didn't stop me.

OMG some of them cried!  While I was touching them, or making
them have sex with me, and I blamed them?  How could I do that,
then turn around and think I didn't hurt them?  They were crying!

"Neha neha nehaaaaa!"

Oh thank god she woke up, and drove it out of my mind before it
drove me out of my mind!

;

Haley  (F/g Incest.  She's sexually a f.  Not chronologically a
teen, but at this point, I can't in good conscience call her a g,
nor even a G.)

She had a nitemare, so I molested her in her sleep.  That wasn't
a dream, it certainly wasn't a nitemare, I just said "Here," let
her get under the covers, and I knew.  I wasn't even scared, my
hands didn't even shake, I just waited for her to fall asleep. 
She's my sister, and I planned it.  Not the nitemare, but as soon
as she said "I had a bad dream," I was wide awake, excited, and
decided just like that, it was my chance to molest her.  Just as
soon as she calmed down, stopped crying, and fell back asleep.

She's 9.  Dr. Spock says girls can start as early as that, I
turned 10 first, but I remember getting mad when she walk in on
me, playing with my breasts, and I guess projected on her a
little.  Isn't that what it's called in that book over at Nora's
house?  Is it projection, or displacement, thinking she felt the
same about my breasts as I did about Nora's?  I don't know, but I
gently shook her, she was out like a light, and then I felt her
leg.

First, she just breathed, but then I got a litte braver, and
squeezed her bottom.  Bit back a giggle imagining spanking it, or
just a jentle swat, not hurting her, but that would wake her up,
when I want to molest her.  Between her legs felt really hot, I
mean the insides of them, so I got my knee in there to hold one
up, and just felt back and forth.

"Hhh!"  She likes it.  She did, she sighed, and went back to
sleepy breathing, I wish I had the light on so I could see her
face, so i kissed her.  Just held my lips on her to feel if she
smiles, and kept feeling her legs.  They definitely got hotter,
and it was like I was with Nelly.  I was turned on, I went in the
bathroom right after, and had to bite a washcloth to keep from
screaming too loud when I got off, but.

That was the first time.  I had sex, with my sister, but she was
the first one I had sex with.  The first time I had sex with
someone else was with my sister.  And it was like the poop. 
Feeling the poop in Nelly's diaper, knowing it should be gross,
but no.  This was so much sexier, it's just like how I should
have been grossed out, but this time it made me so horny!  I was
having sex, with my sister!

It was so fucked up, it just made me hotter and hotter, then I
put her hand on my breast.  I just left it there, kind of held it
on the side with my arm, and felt up between her legs.  Inside
them to her panties, and picked the cotton out.  To feel inside
them, and se wasn't like Nelly.  She's not fat, and a baby, she's
just like I was, 3 and a half years ago, before I started playing
with myself, and she was so hot!

"Hh!"  I felt like, I just got off.  Just feeling her lips, up
and down them with the back of my finger, and the bald skin in
the front of her panties.  And her panties, I just rubbed the
crotch on my fingers with my thumb, but that's when I thought
about Nora.  What I wanted to do, but I was too scared to let her
tonight.  Touch me like this, and get her naked, suck the milk
straight out of her titties, go I sound like my brother, but I'm
a pervert too.

So, I guess it runs in the family?  Okay, she's not like that,
she sees me naked, and she's still like "So?" but that innocense
is incredibly sexy now.  I was like that, not that long ago, I
only really lost it last week, and before that I never really
felt sexual about anyone, or anything.  I guess it's a mood
thing?  Last night I wasn't in the mood, and nothing worked until
she turned me back on.

Now, i'm feeling up my innocent little sister, and it's suck a
turnon that I never really thought of her, as anything but my
little sister.  She still is, she hasn't changed any, but I
better stop before she wakes up, and I get caught.  So, I fixed
her underwear, and slipped my leg out, creeped off to the
bathroom, and bit a washcloth to finger myself off fast, and hard
bent over the toilet.

"Mrhmrhmrh!"  I had to breathe, "Mih hih hin!"  There, that's
better.  Now, I have to kick her out of my bed, and get some more
sleep.  "Hhhh!"

Insted, I just crawled into hers, and passed out.  Either one is
fine, we picked sides years ago, and it's the same bed.  Just on
the other side of the room.

"Hhhhhh!"  It doesn't smell like my bed, though.  Her pillow,
smells like her hair.

I'm going to have fucked up dreams tonight, I can tell.

;

Nora {Ff No Spoilers.  Con?  Non-con, Nepi, pretty much one big
clusterfuck.  I'll assume if you're still reading that trigger
warnings are moot.)

She just ran right into my arms.  "Oh!" I didn't know what to do,
so I held her, and she sniffed.  "Are you crying?"  I held her
out.

"No," she shook my head, and smiled, "I just smelled your milk."

I wiped her eye, and held it up, showed it to her.  She grabbed
my hand, and kissed it.  Sucked the tear right off my thumb, and
this is just not going the way I planned.  I was going to talk to
her, I even thought about breaking up with her and getting
another sitter.

Not pushing her back, and pulling out the top of her skirt to
stick my hand in there.  "SNHrwh!"  Kissing her roughly,
passionately, pushing her head against the wall with my mouth,
and raping hers with my tongue.

"Uh!"  Finally she had her hands on my chest, and I just drained
so I wasn't leaking, and she twisted her face away, "Huh!" and
pulled my shirt up.  I pulled it off, and she just pushed her
skirt down.

"HAHLlLlL!"  My tongue fucked her mouth, and she sucked it,
slurping.  I felt it, before she took her skirt off, or dropped
it around her shoes, she didn't wear any underwear, and my hand
rubbed hard between her legs, so she started humping it.

"Uh hm mh!"  Grunting in my mouth when I kissed her again, so I
put my leg up, my knee on the wall under my fingers so she could
grind it like a humping dog.  "Uh huh HUH!"  She shuddered,
"HhHhH!"  Relaxed, and I just let her go.  She fell down, on her
knees.  At my feet, and just panted.  "Hih hih hihn!"

So, I picked her up, and took her to bed.  She lay back, her hair
splaying out on the blankets with a sigh, and I just felt her all
over.  Desperately clawing at my back, clawing at the hooks,
finally releasing them, and rooting hungrily.  I know how to do
this, so I just put my elbow down, and squeezed.  In both hands,
feeling the flattened glands, but I didn't work out every drop. 
"Swolk!"  She gulped, and fell back. "Huh!"

I caught my breath too, and just felt her tummy.  Her flat young
tummy go tight, and slack, stretching, and relaxing with her
shallow excited gasps, then up her shirt.  Her chest, and her
heart beating through the bone.  "Ohhhh!"  Slipped the shirt up,
no bra either and she's still red hot.  Moaning, and twisting
sensually.  I felt over the the side, the flattened swells, more
teardrop shaped cones sitting up, bulling her shirt down them
modestly when i caught her practicing.  But now, I was bending
over, across her hot squirming body, and sucking the other into
my lips.

"Ohhhh!" she felt my hair, "Yes!"

"Smwq!" Rubbing a circle around the other with the rough ball of
my thumb, the flaking burnt prints from handling hot plates and
skillets on the soft young red  hot blood bloated bumps, and
pinching the hard tip in the other with my lips to pull it up,
and let it snap out, wet.  "Nhm!"  She shook, so i pinched the
other, and pulled, sucking again, and this time rolling the edges
of my teeth together.

"Ow!" she slapped me, "Fuck!  You bit me!"

"Sorry," I grinned, "Too hard?"

"Yeah?" she rubbed it tenderly, "That hurt!"

"Well," I got up, "Better check the baby."

Went out, and undid my pants.  She's awake, playing with her
feet.  Dry, and "Ooh," still a little sore.  "Huh!"  I felt, she
stopped bleeding, and covered her up again.  Real quick.

"You hungry?"  I picked her up, and sat back on the couch.

"Yeah, a little?"  She sat on the chair, picked up her feet, and
started untying her shoes.  Naked, finally got over her modesty,
but she's not.  She's not innocent, and I finally decided that
was my problem.  I felt guilty, and scared that I was going to do
the same to her, then realized I sexually harassed her for
months.  I don't know if I made her that way, but.  "Nora?"

"Yes, Haley."

"Huh, I'm not a lesbian."

"Oh," one way to find out.  "I'm sorry."

"I think I'm a child molester."

"Oh!"  I blinked, hugged my daughter tighter, "You didn't?"

"No," she blushed, but not shyly.  She frowned, and smiled at the
same time, and her eyes lost focus.  "Huh!"  I molested my
sister, last night.  In her sleep, she didn't wake up, but then.
I got off on it."

"How old is she?"

"9."

"She have her period yet?"

"No," she thought, "I don't think so."  Shook her head.

"Still a virgin?"

"I didn't check, inside but."  She looked, "You cut your nails."

"Uh huh?"

"For me?"

"Yeah."

"Well," she got up, "I am, but I don't want to be any more."

"A virgin?"  She sat down.

"Huh, I saved it for you."  She took the baby.  I'm dry anyway,
but I felt, a pang of jealousy when she rooted, and latched on. 
"Hnnn!"  She sighed, through her nose, and lleaned back.

I kissed her, quick.  Just on the lips, and she licked them.

"Me too."

"What?"  She blinked, but then her eyes drooped.

I felt her bare leg, "I'm a child molester."  It just felt good,
to tell someone.

"Mhm?"  She looked at me, "I know."

"I molested my sister, first."  She's not innocent.  "Too, her
aunt Nelly."  she's just like me.  "When I was babysitting her."
That's what scared me, at first.  "Then her, last night."

She giggled, and the baby fell off.  "Your daughter?"  I nodded,
a little ashamed of myself.

"Me too."

"I know," I kissed her.  "I think I was jealous, smq, and scared.
 That you'd take her virginity.  First."  So, I beat her to it. 
My hand slipped back and forth, higher, and higher up her leg,
but I didn't have to tell her to relax.  She did, spread them
wide, willingly.  "Put the baby down."  She's mine.  "She can
watch."

"Okay," she lay back.  "I'm nervous."  But she put her leg up.

"It's okay," I leaned down, and kissed her.  She was really
turned on, but I got her wet first.  "Oh!" She felt my hair
again.  Then, "Huh!"  I drove my tongue in, to feel it first.

It was ragged, like a garter turned inside out.  Or a ruffle, and
scratched.  A little on the bottom, like a hesitation mark.  You
know, a cutter?  I was a cutter.  She couldn't do it.  It took me
a while, to get over the pain, but that's why I did it.  I didn't
understand, for years, but now I'm starting to.

"I'm ready."

"I checked out a book."

"Huh!"  Then she winced.  "MH!"  Clenched her eyes, and bit her
lip.

I grinned, "On serial killers," nodded, "and mass murderers." 
Victim rehearsal, they called it.

"Uh!"  She jumped when I pulled it out, "Huh?" and hugged her
knees.  "You're a serial killer, too?"

"No," I got up.  "But they're a lot the same."  Went back for my
robe.  "I'm gonna make dinner, would you mind watching Nelly?"

"No, maam."  She sat up, shivering, and bone white.

"Hihn!"  I grinned, and my eyes fluttered.  "Hhihn!"  Shivered a
little myself.  "I'm a sadist."  Went out to put on an apron.

{And a waitress at a diner.  So, take any self diagnosis with a
grain of salt.  She's working on it, though.}

"Huh?"  I had a dream.

A very bad dream.

In it, Nora went to work, as a stripper.  All black leather, with
a whip.  She dried up, it was fun while it lasted.  Squirting it
into me to fuck back out with her knuckles punching into me in
weth sloppy splats.

"Hh," I passed out, and shivered, but she held me tighter.

She's not, just a waitress at a diner, but she could be.  A
dominatrix, or even a serial killer.  We wacthed a movie,
together.  Monster, she doesn't look like Charleze Therone, but
then she gets that look.  Like the first time I saw it, not a
frown, not even mad, just mean.  When she took my virginity.

"Huh!"  I got expelled, for fighting.  She's making me like that,
not just the pain.  I don't like it, but she told me.  "You have
to feel it, what the victim feels, to hurt them better."

Like the first time I got off to her screaming.  Nelly, that's
the problem.  I dreamed about strangling her.  Covering her mouth
first, then choking her, so she couldn't.  Scream, just watching
her try to.  Grunting, like she's spitting up, but trying to
breathe.  Kicking, struggling so her fat jiggles, then getting
weaker, and finally starting to nod off.

I wake up, before she dies.  Every time.  The problem is it's not
a nightmare.  I don't feel afraid, or even angry.  What scares me
now is it's not a nitemare.  It never was, I just don't feel any
fear, just cold until I wake up.  I tried to make her jealous,
but it turns out she doesn't love her.  She doesn't love me, but
I guess it was always about sex.  Lust, her tits.

I just wake up so horny, I guess she molests me in my sleep, but
I don't sleep at home.  "HhHhH!"

"Hm?"  Behind me, she sighs.  "Hheheheh!"  I shiver, and let go
of her hand.  When it tightens, squeezes, so I don't have to hold
my breath.

"NGH!"  Then she's inside me.  I'm already wet, but they slip
out.  Up to make me hunch, and jerk back from her rough fingers.
Slipping back, splitting me open, my thin flaps slick, and
spreading out, as she sinks back into me.  "Ngh!"  Again and
again, until I claw away her arm.  "Kuhhh!  Huhhh,  HhHhH! 
Ohhhhhhh!"  She just holds me, feels me spasm against her,
sucking at her fingers, deep inside me.

I don't pass out again.  Good, so I can feel this.  I just have
to find someone, of my own, to do this to.

;

{In architecture, the second strongest shape is a triangle, after
an arch.  Why you see so many of them, even in the right corner
boxes that most efficiently use space, and materials. 
Triangulation prevents them from bending out of perpendicular, as
a parrallelogram.

In sex (And hypothetically love) a triangle is the least stable
arrangement, typically because of Jealousy.  Tension, that
eventually draws 2 of the people apart.  In this one, you have
compression, because 2 of them are trying to get on top.  This
tends to crush the other one under them, especially when she's as
weak, and innocent as a baby.

A continuity notes:  Elanore, or "Nora" is an alias for Ruth
Elisabeth Cannon, but an alternative hystery one, where she
didn't check herself pregnant into a convent.  Nor go to College,
and take a "Bachelaurate in Liberal Shops" but got a job in a
diner to try to raise her daughter.  The difference is, in a
word: Possession.  All of these timelines branch off from ours
(Where there are no Basiates, or at least It didn't come here and
experiment on the natives.)  Instead, this is the one where the
Morion learned to imprint her children with Desiocrates, and a
reflex map of Amanda Hunt.  The result being Liggett.  Ruth is
essentially the first host of Liggett.  Why their names are so
similar, they're both Aliases of the same source.

Incidentally, Cally is also "Alita" from \Parent
Directory/Lolicons/Daddy's Little Dyke, because it's "A small
world after all."  She eventually has the same Endochrinologist
as Euphrat.  A little foreshadowing when it's mispronounced
"Gally" in 1st grade.  And moreshadowing, if you get the
allusion.}