Alice Has An Answer 1/10 {Redman} {inc mf bdsm}
(c) October 2000
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Authors Note: It is strongly recommended that the 
disclaimer published as Part 0/10 be read before this 
chapter.

Comments or corrections are welcome at redman@seductive.com.

This work is not intended to be read by anyone 
under 18. If you are under 18, please do not read it. 
This story is a work of fiction. Everything in it is a 
product of my own imagination and does not represent 
the way that anyone of any age should be treated or to 
represent a norm of acceptable behavior. In 
particular, I do not through this story condone sex 
among minors or sexual acts between minors and adults. 


Alice Has An Answer
Part 1

Alice always was different from everyone else.  I 
mean, I grew up with her in small apartments and most 
of the time even I didn't notice she was there.  Alice 
had a way of disappearing that made me forget where 
she was.  When I had to find her, she would usually be 
under a bed or covered up with sheets.  

It's not like Alice was hiding.  Most of the time when 
I saw her I would just see her eyes peeking out from 
under the table where she was playing house with her 
dolls.  If I needed Alice to clean up her room or help 
me straighten up the house before Mom got home, all I 
had to do was say something and Alice would 
immediately come running to help.  But if I didn't 
have anything for her to do, she would be real quiet, 
usually covered up or under something.

When I wanted to tease her, I'd call her my little 
gopher-girl.  But, I didn't tease Alice much.  The 
boys at school fought with their sisters all the time 
and said they were pains in their butts.  I never 
understood that because Alice always did everything I 
told her to do.  She never complained or cried.  Most 
of the time she never even talked.

Alice was a little over a year younger than me, but it 
always seemed like a lot more.  Maybe it was because I 
was the one that had to take care of her.  I guess we 
stayed with someone when we were babies, because I 
remember some old lady that smoked and drank a lot 
taking care of us when we were kids.  But Mom had a 
fight with her one time when she found the old woman 
asleep on the couch and had a hard time waking her up.

I told Momma that the old lady had been sleeping all 
afternoon anyway and that I could look after Alice 
just fine by myself.  By this time we were both in 
school already and it was just three or four hours a 
day until Momma got home a little after dark.  Momma 
used to call sometimes, depending on what job she had 
at the time.  But after a while she knew I could take 
care of things, Then she would only call if she got 
lonely or to ask if we needed anything before she came 
home.

Momma was lonely a lot.  It must have been hard to 
work all those hours, but she couldn't get jobs that 
were too good because she didn't have a good 
education.  That's why she told us that we had to do 
well in school.  Alice always did well because I told 
her she had to and Alice always did what I told her to 
do.  I did OK, but sometimes I'd get in trouble 
because I didn't like people telling me what to do or 
that I had to do assignments their way.  

I guess I never learned to follow orders too well.  
When I'd get in trouble at school, Momma would always 
mumble that I never had a good father figure.  When I 
was a kid I thought that was some toy that we couldn't 
afford to buy.  Later, I found out that she meant I 
didn't ever have a Dad.

The only thing that kept me from getting into trouble 
more was because I knew that it worried Momma.  
Sometimes that would help me to control the anger.  
Sometimes it didn't.

But, I never missed having a Dad.  Momma always told 
me I had to be the man of the house and take care of 
Alice.  Every now and then Momma would date some guy.  
But I never wanted her to date much because I figured 
that if Momma ever got married I wouldn't be the man 
of the house anymore.

Besides, some of the men she would date were mean.  
Some of them would yell and treat her bad.  None of us 
ever yelled at each other and I didn't like it at all 
when someone was yelling at Momma like that.  I'd try 
to be nice to them because Momma was always so lonely, 
but when they started acting mean I'd eventually have 
to tell them that if they ever hurt my Momma, I was 
gonna kill `em.

Usually that was the end of it.  I was always big for 
my age and even though most of them were bigger than 
me, and all of them were meaner, I found ways to deal 
with them.  I was always pretty good at watching 
people and figuring out what would scare them the 
most.  Usually what worked best was creeping up behind 
them after they had been mean to Momma and whisper it 
to them.  If I looked all mean and crazy, that would 
be enough.

I'd practice the crazy voice on Alice and she'd always 
tell me which one was most scary.  Alice loved for me 
to be scary, as long as she knew that it was pretend.  
I used to practice sneaking up on Alice too, but I was 
never really sure if I did it.  I'm pretty sure that 
Alice knew where I was, but if I were trying to sneak 
up on her, she would pretend that she didn't know I 
was there.

But, I think I got better at it as I got older because 
there were times when I would sneak up on Alice that 
it didn't sound like she knew that I was there.  She 
would be making small whimpering noises and squirming 
under the blankets.  Sometimes I'd hear her whisper my 
name softly, but it didn't sound like she knew that I 
was listening.

Another time I heard Alice making those whimpering 
noises was one night when Momma had called and told us 
that she was working overtime.  She wouldn't be home 
until almost 10:00 p.m.  So, I had to feed Alice, 
which was normal, and tell her to take her bath, which 
Momma usually did.  I started watching TV and there 
was some movie about a girl that got trapped in a 
well.

Alice came out of the bathroom, wrapped in three of 
our biggest towels.  Momma used to fuss at her a 
little for using so many towels, but I knew that Alice 
only used one clean towel.  The other towels that 
Alice liked to wrap up in were the ones that Momma and 
I used to dry off with.  I knew by the way that Alice 
put her nose in the towels and smelt real deep that 
she just liked to smell other people's scent in the 
towels.  It reminded me of a story we read in school 
about wolves.  Maybe as Alice grew up, she was more 
like a wolf than a gopher.

Anyway, Alice set in front of me and asked me to dry 
her hair just like Momma did.  I smelled her hair, 
again just like Momma always did, to see if she was 
clean (maybe Momma's part wolf too), and she was, of 
course.  Alice always liked to spend a lot of time in 
her bath, so she was usually clean.

She started watching the movie and really enjoyed the 
parts where the girl was trapped in the well.  I could 
tell that Alice was imagining that it was her trapped 
in the well, but instead of crying like the girl in 
the movie, Alice seemed to be fascinated with it.  But 
she was fidgeting a lot in front of me and sometimes I 
couldn't even see the show.  

So, I told her that the girl on the show couldn't move 
around so much.  (She had crawled into some small 
place and couldn't move -- what a dope!)  I told Alice 
that if she wanted to pretend to be the girl she would 
have to hold still.  But Alice said she couldn't help 
it, she was cold from her bath.  Then she asked me if 
I could hold her real tight so that she couldn't move, 
just so she could see what it was like.

It was a little strange; I was thirteen and Alice was 
twelve and I didn't hug her very much.  But, this 
wasn't really like that kind of a hug anyway because 
she was huddled in front of me, covered in all those 
towels.

So, I wrapped my arms around Alice and tried to hold 
her still.  She moaned a little but was still wiggling 
around, especially her arms and her butt.  I told 
Alice if she didn't quite wiggling that I was gonna 
stop, but she said I just wasn't holding her tight 
enough and leaning against her enough.  

I hugged Alice harder and leaned most of my weight 
against her and it was better for a while.  It felt 
nicer to be hugging her than I thought it would, 
because she smelled so clean.  For a while, she was 
holding real still, although she did move her little 
butt around too much.

But then there was a long scene that showed the girl 
trapped in the well and the men trying to get her out.  
Every time they showed the girl, Alice would start 
whimpering, just like I had heard her before and she 
would began to wiggle more, especially her arms.

Listening to Alice whimper like that, I began to feel 
a little funny, like someone was twisting something in 
my stomach.  Worst of all, my pecker began to get 
stiff, something it never did unless I washed it too 
long in the shower.  Or sometimes when I first woke up 
in the mornings.  But this felt different and I knew 
it had to do somehow with leaning over Alice and 
hearing her whimpering.

I started to quite playing this game because I had a 
feeling that Momma wouldn't like it.  As I began to 
loosen my arms, Alice begged me not to stop.  

"They're about to get her out.  You can't stop now, 
Bubba," she pleaded with me.

So I held her longer, feeling funny about it all the 
time.  She began to smell different, too.  Not that 
her hair didn't still smell clean, but there was a 
different smell.  It reminded me a little of how 
Momma's panties smelled sometimes before I washed 
them, but that wasn't a bad smell.  For some reason I 
thought that was one of the best smells in the whole 
world.

Alice's whimpers became more like groans and she was 
moving around more, too.  Maybe it was wrong, but it 
felt real good to hold her tight and listen to her.  
That wonderful smell kept getting better and I was 
just fascinated by all the sounds that Alice was 
making.  Her mouth looked dry and she was breathing 
kinda hard, but every now and then I would hear a 
squishy sound.  I don't know what it was, but every 
time I heard it Alice would moan real loud.

I was leaning against her hard now, and right when the 
girl was almost rescued on the screen, Alice gave a 
deep moan and kinda fell forward.  She lay real still 
for a while, catching her breath.  The only thing she 
was moving was to squeeze her bottom a little. I knew 
that because, even though I wasn't leaning as hard 
against her, I was still leaning forward some.  It 
felt funny because my hips were resting on her bottom 
and every time she moved it, it felt like someone was 
squeezing my penis through my jeans.

Now that was an interesting feeling!  Momma had told 
us never to let anyone touch us "down there," but 
nobody was touching me.  I was just lying on top of 
Alice's butt and every now and then she was squeezing 
her cheeks together.  It even felt good to push 
against Alice with my hips just a little while we were 
lying like this, but my weight on top of her little 
body must have been uncomfortable because that made 
her groan, too.

I hadn't realized how small Alice was until I was 
lying on top of her like this.  I was a big kid for my 
age and older than her.  But, Alice was small even for 
her age, like Momma.  So, even though it felt good, I 
decided that I needed to get off of her before I hurt 
her.

I got up and leaned against the couch, catching my own 
breath.  I didn't understand why I was breathing so 
hard.  It wasn't like I had been chasing anyone.  
Alice and I both just sat there and watched the end of 
the movie together.  Somehow I knew that Alice wasn't 
interested in the movie ever since the girl had gotten 
out.  Even so, she was quiet and lay there watching 
the show.  I noticed that every now and then Alice 
would squeeze her butt together real tight.  It's 
funny, I had never noticed Alice's butt before now.

When the movie was over I told Alice that she had to 
go to bed now.  I would stay up and wait for Momma to 
come home.  I told her to get ready for bed and Alice 
asked me to tuck her in.  I told her I would in five 
minutes if she brushed her teeth and put on her 
pajamas.  She promised to do all that.  I knew she 
would, because Alice always did everything I told her 
to do.

It took a little longer than five minutes though, 
because Alice didn't yell at me until latter than that 
to tell me she was ready for bed.  When I went into 
the bedroom we shared, Alice was wrapped up tighter 
than a mummy in the sheets and blankets from her bed.  
She could hardly move, but even so she asked me to 
pull the blanket around her tighter because she was 
cold.

I kissed her on the forehead just like Momma did and 
told her to get to sleep, but Alice asked me to stay 
for just a minute.  I set on the side of her bed and 
she told me in a small voice that anytime I wanted to 
play "Trapped in a Well" again, we could.

There was a part of me that knew that we shouldn't 
play that game, but there was another part that wanted 
to play it again right now.  I told her we would play 
it sometime, but for tonight she needed to get some 
sleep.

We would play that game again, and many others as we 
grew up.  But, from that night on, Alice liked to fall 
asleep tightly bound in her bedsheets, or later, tied 
down to her bed.