Copyright (c) 2005, Hardguy. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication: Thursday, December 8, 2005 Republished at ASSTR.org: Monday, June 28, 2010 Author: Hardguy Title: It Began One Day At The Mall Summary: Jack goes girl watching at the mall and meets a young lady who desperately needs his help escaping from her unfortunately painful home life. Keywords: M/gg, g/g, ped, cons, oral, rom, nc, abuse The following story is a work of fiction, meant to entertain the reader. It contains language of a graphic sexual and/or violent nature and details many activities which are highly illegal in much of the modern world. I do not condone or encourage any activity that may be harmful to the wellbeing of a minor, no matter the circumstances. Please realize that there is a line between being a pedophile and being a child molester. Any time that line is crossed, an innocent life is destroyed and a monster is created. Please do your part to ensure that all children are kept safe from those who cannot see that line. Thank you. It Began One Day At The Mall Written by Hardguy =1= Jack spotted her from his usual spot in the food court. She was about 5 feet tall, no more than 90-100 lbs, brown hair up in two pigtails, blue T-shirt covering modest small breasts, and a short pleated skirt, that he could swear just barely hid her panties from sight. He didn't notice at first that she had spotted him and was now pacing back and forth to see if his gaze was following her. A smile broke out on her blushing face as he realized he had been caught. Jack returned the smile, as was common for him when girls noticed his staring. What was not common was them walking towards him, grinning madly. He tried to look away, at something, anything else, but the chance of a panty flash as she walked was just too great and he couldn't tear his eyes away. She walked right up to his table, and giggled as she asked, "Like what you see, mister?" Deciding to play it safe, Jack replied "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare like that." The girl got a hurt look on her face that seemed almost forced and playful. "You sure? I mean, you can stare if you'd like," she said, leaning back, lifting the edge of her skirt just a little. Jack couldn't fight his male nature and lowered his eyes trying to get a peek. She just giggled more and straightened up. She leaned over, placing her hands on the table, shirt falling away from her body giving him a look at her bra-less breasts and said quietly, "I enjoy being watched." He felt his face flush at her admission and she giggled more as she took the seat across from him. "So, you come here often?" she asked, relaxing in her chair. "Every weekend," he said. "You do this often?" "This?" "Eyeing the bodies of young girls, mentally undressing us, and then wondering what it would be like to..." she trailed off with a smirk on her face. "I suppose I could ask you the same thing," Jack countered. She giggled and winked at him. "It's a hobby ever since I started growing tits last year." "I see," he said, starting to wonder if he was being setup. "You wouldn't happen to be part of some kind of sting, would you?" "A what?" "Trying to get me to do something illegal, while the cops just wait in the wings." "Well, I'd imagine that if I was, I'd probably be wearing panties," she said blushing deeply. Jack figured she was probably right...if she was indeed telling the truth that was. "Prove it." She stood up across from him, face beat red, glanced around, and lifted her skirt quickly showing her bald pussy for all of a half second before she sat down again. He was stunned and very aroused. Jack's mouth gaped open as he looked at her red face, and then around at the other tables to see if anybody else was watching them. She was looking down in embarrassment, and would glance up at him briefly to see his reaction. "Convinced now?" she asked quietly. His cock was, his brain wasn't quite yet. "There's a thing called entrapment...that is, I can't be forced into something illegal and be arrested for it." "What do I need to do to prove myself to you?" "Make the first move." She got up from her seat, came around to his side of the table, looked around, and then leaned over, placing her hand against his erection and kissed him on the cheek. "Will that do?" she whispered, letting her hand linger atop his pants before she stood up and returned to her seat. Jack nodded and adjusted his hard-on to be less obvious to passers by. "How old are you?" "11. You?" "I'm 25. Have a boyfriend yet?" Again she blushed. "Not really..." "A crush then?" She nodded. "Do you tease him like this too?" "No. He doesn't really notice me at all. I'm just a little girl to him." "So, he's older then?" "Yeah. He's 18." "A neighbor?" "Kinda..." she trailed off quietly and looked away from him. Jack felt like he was prying somewhere she didn't want him to go. The silence was broken by a low gurgle from her stomach, turning her face red. "Hungry?" She looked up at him and grinned. "I'm guessing I owe you for the show, don't I?" She giggled and nodded. "Subbers 6-inch Veggie Delight, lettuce, pickles, tomatoes, onions, on honey oat, please." Jack chuckled and got up. "Anything to drink with that, ma'am?" he teased. She giggled. "Coke, please." He gave a little bow, causing her to giggle more, and he headed to the line for Subway. As he stood in line, Jack glanced in her direction, wondering if maybe she was going to take off now that he was away from her. He saw her looking over her shoulder at him, perhaps wondering the same thing as well. He noticed almost a longing in her eyes as she looked at him, as though she was willing him not to leave her there. Jack ordered her sandwich and drink and returned to the table, her beaming face watching him every step of the way. He bowed briefly to her again as he set down the food before her, eliciting another fit of giggles. As he sat, she eagerly began working on her sandwich. He watched her tear into it rather quickly, and wondered just how hungry she was. She certainly didn't look like impoverished. Her hair and her clothes appeared clean, but her trading looks at her body for food certainly seemed suspicious. She noticed him watching her eat, and looked down embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm just really hungry." "It's OK. You earned it, after all." She blushed at that as well. "Did you like it?" she asked. "It?" he asked, only half wondering at what she was referring to. "You know...my pussy." "Oh, well, yes." "You don't sound so sure," she said through a mouthful of sandwich. "It's not exactly a question I'm asked often, much less by 11- year old vixens." She giggled. "So you think I'm sexy, then?" "Yes." She squealed with delight at his answer, perhaps a little to loud as a few people around them looked their way. Jack hoped none of them knew what exactly she was squealing about. She popped the last little bit of sandwich into her mouth, finished her Coke, and got up to dispose of the trash. She came back to the table, and stood at his side. "Thank you for the food, mister." She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed him on the cheek again, and turned to leave. "Leaving already?" She turned halfway to him. "Yeah, I need to get home." "Need a ride?" he asked. She smiled and glanced down for a second. "No thanks, mister. I don't accept rides from strangers." She gave him a wink and turned, flying the hem of her skirt up giving him a nice glimpse of her bare bottom. She took a few steps, turned her head to him again, and blew him a kiss before she went on her way out of the food court. **** For over a month Jack would visit the mall, same day of the week, same time of day, and whenever possible sat at the same table in the food court, but she was nowhere to be seen. Since that day, the memories of her had filled his mind. He thought about her hesitation to talk about her crush, and how she ate as though it was her first meal in days. He would recite their entire conversation in his head, dwelling on those key points and her own sexual admissions. He remembered the feel of her arms around his neck and the soft touch of her lips on his face. Eleven-year old girls didn't just walk around malls in short skirts without panties, and they certainly didn't flash strangers in exchange for food on a regular basis. That she was aware of her sexuality was obvious. She certainly knew how to get a reaction from him with her body, and she knew a thing or two about male anatomy. Jack hoped it wasn't all just in his imagination that she was seriously flirting with him. He knew of course that he had been used by her for food, but he felt there was more on her part. She didn't have to stay and talk and eat with him. The look she gave him as he stood in line away from her wasn't one of hunger. It was almost like she wanted him to just stay with her. She didn't want to be lonely. The hug was her way of connecting with him in a way that she didn't seem to get often from others. It wasn't that he was finding himself incredibly infatuated with her (which of course he was), but more that Jack was concerned for her well being, or his perceived lack there of. The more he thought about it, the more he felt guilty for rewarding her for her exhibitionism. He had validated to this girl that what she was doing was OK and she would be rewarded for it. Jack wanted to see her again and try to explain the error of what they had done. However it had been 6 weeks since that day, and there was no sign of her. Every time he would see another young girl, he would lose interest once he saw it wasn't her. He was gradually coming to terms with the fact that their meeting had been purely by chance and in all likelihood, they would never meet again. Jack looked again at his watch, seeing that it was now much too late for her to be there alone, he stood from his chair, gave one last look around for her, and then headed for the stairs leading down and out of the food court. As he stepped down the last step and turned the corner to head for his car, he was knocked to the floor by an impact in his midsection. Jack shook off the shock of the impact and looked to see what had hit him. His eyes settled on a pair of legs on the floor next to him. They disappeared under the hem of a short skirt that wasn't hiding much. The skirt had ridden up from the impact and a pink pussy lip was peeking out at him. He looked up, over the tight white top, past the kiwi fruit size breasts, nipples straining outward, to her face. His jaw dropped, and he rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. It was her. She looked stunned by the collision as well, although there was a degree of fear in her eyes. "Mister?" "Y-yes?" "Help me." She looked back from where she had come at a 40- something man, hobbling towards them quickly looking pissed off. She scrambled to her feet and grabbed his arm, dragging him towards the exit. "Where's your car?" "It's on the other side of the mall." "Fuck." Her swearing reminded Jack that she wasn't all innocent like she appeared. He took her hand and lead her around the side of the building to the entrance of one of the major department stores, effectively doubling back on her pursuer. They rushed through the store into the mall and out into the other half of the parking lot. They wordlessly hurried to his car, got in, and pulled away. She was a ball of nerves as he drove, looking around frantically to see if the man was chasing them. After about a half mile, she calmed down and began to cry, letting out all that had been bottled up while she was fleeing. He pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant and parked. Her face was in her hands, and she was shaking, as she cried quietly. "What was all that?" he asked her. Jack reached over and placed a hand on her bare thigh to comfort her, and she instantly yelped and shrunk away from his touch. He jerked his hand back in surprise, and this time placed it on her shoulder which she allowed. "It's OK now. He's gone. You're OK," he comforted, rubbing her shoulder. At that, she literally jumped in his lap and held on to him, still shaking. He put a hand on her head and stroked her hair, as she clung to him, her crying lessening and body settling. She felt so small like this pressed up against him. "Thank you, mister," she said into his chest. She looked up at him with her blue eyes, red from crying. "Thank you, so much." He smiled down at her, and noticed that the side of her face was much redder than the rest and swelling slightly. Jack hugged her against him, and felt her arms go behind his back, holding onto him tightly. "Now, will you tell me what was going on back there?" "He was going to rape me." She stayed there, collapsed against his chest, and related her story. "I met him in a department store. I let him see my tits, flashed my pussy, kissed his cheek. He told me he'd give me $100 if I blew him. He took me into the family restroom and we went into a stall. He pulled out his dick, and I just stared at it. I put my hand up to touch it, but I just...I couldn't do it. He got mad and yelled at me to suck it. I told him no, and tried to leave. He grabbed my arm and hit my face. He called me a whore and a slut and told me he was going to fuck me. He put his hand under my skirt and touched me. It hurt. I told him no, and that I was a virgin, but he wouldn't stop. I grabbed his balls and squeezed and pulled them, and then kicked his shins and got away. I ran out into the mall and thought I was safe until I turned around to look and saw him coming after me. I ran until I bumped into you, mister. You saved me." She detached herself from him and moved back to her seat. She sat there for a second before reaching over and unbuttoning his pants. "Wha--what are you doing?" Jack asked, astonished. She took her hands away, and looked away from him, ashamed. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to do something nice for you." He saw a tear run down her face, and then she bolted from the car. He sat there and watched her run, and considering going after her, but in front of an entire restaurant along the side of a highway wouldn't be the best place to be seen chasing after a young girl with no panties on. Jack buttoned his pants, and headed home, more worried about her now than before. =2= Two weeks had passed, and he hadn't seen her around the mall. He was now dividing his time between the food court and the stores where she might be looking for guys. Jack wasn't really sure now what he'd do if he found her. There was really no denying it now, he was somewhat actively stalking her. Only problem was, he didn't really know where she was, so he wasn't very successful at it. Jack returned home from an unsuccessful evening of searching for her, and noticed a strange car in his neighbor's driveway. As he drove past, he saw a man, about 35ish, walking back to the car with a young girl. Not surprising really, considering there was a young girl, Dana, that lived at the house; this one outside must be one of her friends. He didn't get a good look at them, but the long brown hair on this girl caught his attention. Jack pulled into his driveway, and got out of the car. He lingered long enough to watch as the man and the girl got into the car and drove away in the direction he had just come. At a distance he didn't clearly see her face as she briefly turned toward him, but similarities were there. He was more than a little certain that it was her. He headed for the door of his house, and paused when he heard the laughing and splashing of the neighbor's pool. It sounded like there was more than just the neighbor girl back there, and he decided to have a look. Jack went into the house and exited into his backyard. A wooden fence separated the two yards, but there were a few knotholes in it that were prime for peeping. A look through one of the holes showed him that there were at least 5 girls between the ages of 10 and 12 in the pool. Moving to another hole revealed 2 more sunbathing. He heard Dana's mother call her into the house and saw her climb out of the pool, pick her swimsuit bottoms out of her cute little ass, and run inside. He went back inside as well, and got something to drink. He had just sat down at his computer to check his e-mail when there was a knock at the door. He answered it and there was Dana, wearing a white T-shirt over her purple bathing suit. The shirt was damp by her having been in the pool and was clinging to her body nicely. Her red hair was a mess and stuck to her face in places. When he opened the door she reflexively looked away from his face. She had been showing signs of a crush on him for the last few months. "Um, hi Jack, I uh, was, uh, wondering if you'd, um, like to come over and, uh, use the pool?" She glanced up at him every so often as she spoke and would look away when their eyes met. "You've got friends over there? I heard voices when I got home." "Uh, yeah, yes. My soccer teammates. So, do you wanna, you know, come over?" "Sure, give me a few minutes to change into my suit." "Really?!" Her face lit up. "Um, OK, come on in through the garage, my parents will be expecting you." She turned and ran back to her house, reaching back to pull her suit out of her butt again. Jack went back inside, and changed into his suit. He chuckled as he cursed his luck. If he had gotten home sooner, he might have been able to meet the girl that he saw leaving earlier. He pulled on an old T-shirt and a pair of sandals and headed over. He knocked on the door inside the garage before entering the house. Inside was Dana's mother sitting at the table reading the paper. "Oh, Jack hi. So glad you could come over. Dana's been waiting all day for you to get home so she could invite you over. You know, I think she's got a little bit of a crush on you." "Yeah, I'd noticed that too," Jack said with a chuckle. "Anyways, Dan and I need to step out for a while, so would you mind watching the girls?" "Oh, uh, yeah, sure. No problem," Jack said, feeling the testosterone surge in his body as he looked out the patio door at the half-dozen nubile bodies he was about to surround himself with. "Great! We won't be gone long, just need to run to the store. The girls are having a sleep over tonight, and we need to pick up a few things for tomorrow." "Jaaaaaaaaack!" called Dana from the backyard. "Come on out and get in the pool!" Jack and Dana's mother shared a smile and he headed out to the pool. Dana bounded over to him, took his arm, and led him out to the poolside. "Guys, this is Jack. He lives next-door. Jack, this is Nikki, Christy, Sam, Sarah, Melanie, Loretta, and Tessa." "Hello, all of you," Jack said, trying not to ogle any one girl. He was in Lolita heaven. "Dana, we're leaving now," called her mother, sticking her head outside. "You girls behave. We'll be back soon." With that, Jack was left with 8 pre-teen girls, wearing very little. The majority of them were wearing 2 piece swimsuits, and all of them were in nice shape because of their playing soccer. Jack found himself, not surprisingly, getting aroused by all the young flesh surrounding him. The best cure for that, naturally, was to jump in a nice cooling pool. He headed over to the diving board and noticed a few of the girls eyeing him and giggling as their gaze shifted downward. He was more or less protruding straight out in his shorts, but wasn't about to adjust himself to a more upward angle for fear of drawing more attention to it. He got up on the board and made eye contact with one of the older, more developed girls, who winked at him and licked her lips suggestively. He gave a nervous smile, and dived into the pool. The shrinkage rule took effect and did much to calm Jack's nerves of being labeled a sex offender by one of the more straight- laced girls. To his left, a blonde girl surfaced. She had beautiful green eyes and was wearing a two piece blue suit. Her breasts were the size of apples, and were peaked by a pair of hard nipples. "Hi Jack. I'm Christy." "Hi, Christy. How are you?" "Wet," she said, raising an eyebrow at him while smirking at the double-entendre. "So, Jack, how old are you?" "I'm 25." "Mmm, so young to be living alone in a house. Girlfriend?" "Uh, no. No girlfriend." Christy's eyes brightened. "Well, interested in changing that?" He felt a small hand on his thigh. He opened his mouth to say something, but was thankfully saved. "Christyyyyyyyyy!" yelled Dana from nearby, who was blushing madly and looked more than a little jealous. Christy just giggled. "I'll be here all night. Right next-door. Just let me know." She turned and swam away from him. Dana swam over to him, also nipping out in her one-piece, looking very annoyed. "I'm sorry about her. She's kind of...wild." "Oh, well, that's alright. She was just being friendly is all." "So, um, I was wondering, the girls are gonna be here all night, and if you wanted to, you could come over later and hang out with us...if you want to." "Well, I don't know," he started, and saw disappointment cross her face. "But maybe." "Really? I hope you can!" she said, energetically. She gave him a quick hug, almost knocking him backwards under the water. Reflexively, his leg went backwards to steady himself, and as a result, his other leg thrusted forward and pressed up against her crotch. Dana turned bright red at the contact and quickly broke off from the hug. "S-sorry," she said, half apologetically, half shyly wanting to do it again. "It's ok. Don't worry about it." "Hey Dana!" called one of the girls. "C'mere!" "Ok, Nikki, be right there!" she called back. "So, see you later tonight?" "Yeah." "Cool." She had the biggest grin on her face as she turned and swam over to her friend. Jack looked around wondering what else was going to happen to him in the pool. He noticed Christy was over talking to one of the tanning girls. They'd occasionally look over at him and giggle before turning back to their discussion. Across the pool a few of the girls were playing tag, laughing and splashing. He saw Dana getting out of the pool, water ran down her body as she climbed up the ladder, and dripped off her bare bottom. He had a perfect view of her behind and her bathing suit riding up between her cheeks. She reached back and pulled her suit out of her crack, and Jack found that shrinkage was no longer a problem. What was a problem however, was the pressure he felt on his bladder. He thought briefly about just doing it right there, but he just wasn't the sort to do that kind of thing, especially in his neighbor's pool. Jack sighed, and decided just to go for it, and moved over to the pool ladder. As it turned out, he didn't have to worry too much, as the motion of the cool water did much to soften his erection. He climbed out of the pool and grabbed a towel. "Jack, where are you going?" called Dana after him. "Bathroom," he replied, perhaps a bit foolishly as Christy and the girl she had been talking to shared a look before disintegrating into giggles. No doubt their minds were in the gutter. Jack entered the house, went down the hall, into the bathroom and answered nature's call. He came out of the bathroom and passed an open door to Dana's bedroom. On the floor of her room were sleeping bags, and piles of clothes, each one belonging to an individual girl. Jack noticed that strangely there were 8 sleeping bags, but 9 piles of clothes. That didn't make much sense to him, considering there were 8 girls, including Dana, in the back. Who did the 9th pile belong to? He headed back through the house to go back out to the pool, but was stopped in his tracks by the doorbell ringing. Assuming his role of the only adult in the house, he opened the door, and his mouth dropped open. There she stood, sleeping bag in hand, and mouth equally dropped open in surprise. The girl from the mall. Accompanying her was an older man, who looked a little rough. "Who are you?" the man asked, rather impolitely. Jack shook off his shock. "Oh, I'm Jack. I live next-door. Dana's parents asked me to watch the girls while they made a quick run to the store." The man regarded Jack warily, and then turned to the girl. "Behave." He give her a little push on her bottom and she hurried inside. Jack watched her go and turned back to the man, but he had already headed back to the car. Jack closed the door, and turned around. "Hi mister." She was wearing a plain white one-piece swimsuit that looked a little worn around the edges and small on her. Her chest was flattened by it except for the little puffs behind her nipples, and there was a definite outline of her pussy lips. Her long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail reaching just between her shoulder blades. She avoided looking at him, no doubt feeling more than a little self-conscious that he was in a position to tell the other girls about their history. "So..." he trailed off, a little unsure of what to say. He figured chit-chat might be a good ice breaker. "You've known Dana long?" "A few months," she replied quietly, looking down. "Since I started soccer." She looked up at him briefly before averting her gaze. "I'm sorry." "Huh?" "For last time...you know." She nodded, indicating the area directly underneath his swim trunks. "Oh, that. It's ok. You just surprised me." "I'm sorry," she said again. "Well, um, let's go out to the back with the others." He turned and took a step towards the backyard. "No." "No? Aren't they expecting you?" "You live next-door, right?" "Well, yes, but..." "I want to go to your house." "But..." "No!" she said much louder, now looking directly looking at him. "I don't want to see them." He looked at her, her eyes pleading with him. He looked out to the back quickly to see if anybody was watching, nobody was. "Ok, grab your things and go wait for me at my place." He pointed to indicate which of the two neighboring houses was his. "I'll be right there." She hurried to Dana's room to get her pile of clothes, and Jack went out to the back. "Dana, I need to run home real quick, ok?" "Ok, Jack," she replied from the pool. He got his shoes on, and headed home. She was sitting on his front step, nervously looking around. Jack wondered what she was so concerned about. If anything he should be the paranoid one for bringing a young girl into his home. He unlocked the door and opened it. She hurried inside and threw her stuff on the floor. She looked around a bit and took a seat in one of his kitchen chairs. "Can I spend the night?" That threw Jack for a loop. "Wha-?" "PLEASE?" she pleaded with him. Jack sighed and took the seat next to her. "Why?" "Because I have nowhere else to go." "You can't go home?" She looked down and gave a small shake of her head. "Well...what about tomorrow when your dad--" "He's not my dad. He just fucks my mom." "Well, still, won't he be coming to get you tomorrow from Dana's house?" "He never does. He hates me." Jack sighed; he wasn't sure what to do with her. "Why didn't you want to stay at Dana's house?" "They hate me too. They make fun of me, my clothes, my mom. Only reason I wanted to come in the first place was to get away from him." "Ok, well I need to get back over there. I'll be back as soon as I can, ok?" She looked up at him. "Thank you," she said quietly. Jack locked the door behind him, and headed back to Dana's house wondering if he should even mention that the girl had come back. He went inside and found Dana and 2 other girls, one of which was the girl Dana had called Nikki earlier, dressed and in the living room. "Jack? Did Danielle come back? Her clothes aren't in my room anymore." "Who?" Up to this point Jack hadn't even realized that he didn't know his mystery girl's name. "Oh, oh, long brown hair, blue eyes?" "Yeah. She didn't know it was a sleepover, so she had to go back home and get her sleeping bag. She had already changed into her swimsuit, so she just left her clothes in my room," Dana explained. "Yeah, she came back just before I had to run home. She said she couldn't stay, something came up with her family, and she was sorry she had to leave so quickly." "Oh. Well, what did you have to go home for so suddenly?" "Um, well, I saw her leave with her clothes and it reminded me I had put laundry in the wash, and I had forgotten that it was probably sitting wet in the washer and I had to go move it into the dryer." Jack hadn't thought this fast on his feet in a while. His story was a bit convoluted, but it looked like she bought it. "Oh, ok. We're just gonna watch a movie now. You can watch it with us if you want." Dana was looking at him, her eyes pleading him to be where she was, and not outside where Christy was. "Maybe in a little bit. I want to swim a little more still." "Oh...ok then." Jack looked over at Nikki and the other girl, who weren't paying any attention to the conversation he was having with Dana. He leaned in close to her, and spoke softly. "Don't worry, Christy won't steal me away from you." She grinned and blushed at what he said. He patted her on the head, and went out to the back. As he walked away, he heard one of the girls say, "God, I'm glad she left." It seemed Danielle's dislike of the girls was mutual. **** Dana's parents returned about 10 minutes later, and Jack hurried home to check on Danielle. Once he got inside, he heard water running. He followed the sound to the bathroom, where the door was wide open and he could see the shape of a pre-teen girl behind the fogged glass of the shower door. "I'm back," he called, smiling slightly as he watched her blurry form jump startledly through the glass. He went to his room and changed back into normal clothes. He heard the water turn off, and waited in his room as she got dressed...not that it wasn't anything she hadn't shown him before. He sat down at his computer and picked up on his e-mail where he had left off when Dana had come over. He deleted his spam and read what was left, and heard the floor boards just outside his bedroom creak. He turned and saw Danielle standing there in a tight fitting light blue top, and a pink short skirt. He thought it was more than a little strange that she had been wearing the same type of outfit each time he had seen her. She walked in and sat on his bed Indian style. When she sat down her skirt flashed up briefly and she could see her bare pussy. Had she taken off her panties for his benefit, or did she just not wear them to Dana's party? Jack was very confused. "All clean now?" he asked, looking for some kind of ice breaker. "Yes, thank you." "Well, since you're going to be staying here tonight, I think you at least owe me some answers, ok?" "Ok." "First off, if you dislike Dana and her friends so much, then why did you even come?" "It's better than being home." She looked down and spoke quietly. This appeared to Jack to be something difficult for her to talk about. "And what's wrong at home?" "Everything." Sounded like there was a lot behind that 'everything' and Jack decided not to press it too far. "Why don't the other girls like you?" "They make fun of me. Make fun of my clothes. Make fun of my mom. They spread rumors around about me. They hate me." "What specifically do they say about you?" "That I'm a slut and a whore, but I'm a virgin, I swear," her voice trembled a little. "Why do they say that?" "One of them saw me...you know. At the mall. Meeting you that way. That man. You know." Jack couldn't argue much there. She did use her body as a trade for things. "But being at Dana's house where they don't like you and make fun of you is better than being home?" She just nodded her head. "What happens at home, Danielle?" She looked up at him when he used her name and then back down again. "I don't want to say." He saw a tear fall from her face onto her skirt. He blew a puff of air a little frustrated and moved from his computer chair to the bed next to her. "If I can guess, will you tell me if I'm right?" She nodded. "Does your mom's boyfriend hurt you?" She gave a shake of her head. "Does your mom hurt you?" She shook no. He put his arm around her shoulders in preparation for the next question. "Does your mom's boyfriend touch you?" She made no movements other than the shaking of her body. She leaned against his side and began to cry harder. Jack pulled her close to him and she turned her face into his shirt and sobbed like she had in the car. He'd found the problem. He rubbed her back, and found no bra straps, not that she was in need of them really, but he would have expected something there anyways. "I'll listen if you want to talk about it," he offered. "He told me he'd kill me and my mom if I ever told anybody," her reply came, muffled from her face being pressed into his shirt. "He doesn't have to know. I promise not to tell him." If anything, Jack was pretty likely to punch the guy next time they met. She looked up at him, her eyes red, nose running a little, trying to read his face. "You can trust me, Danielle. I saved you, remember?" She smiled a little and looked away from him. "I want to go to bed." Jack wasn't going to get much out of her tonight, anyways. "Ok, well, you can roll out your sleeping bag..." "No. Here. In the bed." "Alright, I'll, um, sleep on the couch then." She put her arms around him and squeezed, looking up at him. "Don't leave me. Please." "Danielle...I...we...we just can't." "Why not?" "It just wouldn't be right." He wanted to say it was because she wasn't wearing any underwear and he was incredibly attracted to her, but he wasn't sure how she'd take that. She started crying again and he wondered if she was just playing him to get her way, or if she was really upset. "You're afraid I'll try something, aren't you? You think I'm a slut," she charged. "No, not at all. I just...don't think it would be a good idea for us to--" His voice trailed off as he saw her lifting the hem of her skirt up, letting him see her pussy. "That...you, shouldn't do that. It's not going to make me sleep with you." He swallowed, and placed his hand on her's, pushing the hem down to cover her. "Maybe, if you put on some panties..." "Don't have any," she said ashamedly. "He doesn't allow it." "You have no underwear at all?" "He won't allow it. Says it gets in the way." So that explained it. "Ever? Even at school?" She turned red. "Last time I wore panties was 5 years ago." Jack was floored. "He always makes me wear skirts too. Even when it's cold out." Jack didn't know if he should be disgusted by this or turned on. "Well, if I got you some, would you wear them?" "Yes." "Ok then, I'll be back soon." He stood and felt her grab and hold onto his shirt. "Can I come too?" Jack wasn't especially keen on escorting a young girl around to buy panties, but it might look better than if he was out buying them alone. "Ok, but wear your bathing suit under your clothes so you stay covered up down there." She smiled and hugged him and ran off to the bathroom to change. They went out to his car, and Jack was looking around constantly to see if anybody was around to see the two of them together. He especially didn't want Dana and her friends to see them, not only for her sake, but his as well. It was a short drive to the nearest Hal-Mart. Parked outside was a police car with an officer looking over some paperwork, and Jack thought briefly about explaining Danielle's situation at home to the officer. However, Jack had just gained her trust, and didn't want to break it so quickly. Inside, they were both wary of who might be watching them. They didn't look like each other much at all, and Jack didn't know how he might explain how they knew each other to anybody that asked. After a bit of searching they found the junior miss section. Jack felt like the biggest pervert in the world there, surrounded by little girl bras and underwear. He looked at Danielle and saw her staring longingly at the training bras on the rack. "Can I help you?" Jack jumped at the sudden voice behind him and turned to see a sales lady standing behind him. "Oh, um, we," he nodded in Danielle's direction, "were just looking." He watched as the woman looked at Danielle and back at him suspiciously before putting her smile back on. "Well, if there's anything you need help with, please ask me." "We will. Thank you." He watched her glance at Danielle again briefly before walking away. He walked over to Danielle who was just fascinated with the undergarment before her. "I used to look at the girls in the locker room and be jealous of them wearing these. Will you buy me one?" Jack didn't know the first thing about buying bras. "Well, yeah. What size are you?" "...I don't know. I've never had one before." Jack looked around and spotted the sales lady watching them from across the section and got an idea. He waved to her and she came over to them. "How can I help you two?" "My step-sister here would like a training bra." Jack figured that would be the most believable fake relationship for them. The woman turned to Danielle. "What size, dear?" "I don't know," she said quietly. The woman pulled a tape measure out of her pocket. "Raise your arms dear." Danielle did as she was told and the woman wrapped the measuring tape around her lower chest. She saw Jack watching and gave him a dirty look before reading the measurement. "Let's see, your frame size is a 24, remember that for me, please dear?" Danielle nodded and the woman raised the measuring tape up and wrapped it across her small breasts, just over her nipples. "Thirty-one. What was the first number, dear?" "Twenty-four." "Ok...you are a 30A. The smallest we have is a 32A, but we can tighten it up for you. Why don't you pick one out and then come meet me in the dressing room and I'll show you how to put it on, ok?" Danielle beamed a smile. "Ok!" The woman smiled at Danielle and Jack, a little less cheerfully than she had at the girl. Danielle was excitedly sorting through the bras on the rack and paused on one with little lace frills on the edges. She ran her hand over the cups and took it off the rack. She turned to Jack and held it to her chest. "Isn't it beautiful?" "Uh, yeah," Jack smiled, feeling self-conscious approving of a young girl's bra while the suspicious saleswoman watched them. Despite his discomfort, his words made Danielle giggle and hop happily. "I'll be right back," she said and went over to the lady who was waiting outside the dressing rooms. Jack looked around him, now a little more self conscious of being surrounded by young girl underwear without being accompanied by a young girl. After about 5 minutes Danielle and the woman came out of the dressing room, bra in hand. Danielle skipped over to Jack happily and threw her arms around him. "Thank you so much." "You're very welcome. Now let's get what we came here for and go back home." "Oh, yeah. I forgot," she giggled giddy, with her acquisition, and skipped over to the packages of cotton panties. She browsed them a bit and looked back at Jack. "I don't know my size." Jack sighed and saw the sales lady coming toward them. "Can I help you find something, dear?" she asked Danielle. "I, uh, don't know what size panties to buy." "Well, what size are the ones you're wearing?" Danielle's face turned red. "Um, I, uh..." "She's not wearing panties," Jack interjected. The look on the saleswoman's face was priceless. "She's got a bathing suit on underneath. See, she was at a pool party, and she went dressed that way, and I picked her up and she told me she wanted to come buy some new underwear before I took her home." The sales lady blinked as she thought that odd story through. Jack hoped she would buy it. "I see..." she trailed off and looked to Danielle, who quickly nodded her head in agreement. "Ok, well, turn in a circle for me please dear." Danielle spun around and giggled a bit. The woman went over to the bin and selected a 4-pack with a zipper on it. She unzipped it and took out a pair and handed them to Danielle. "Go try those on dear." Danielle handed her bra to Jack and went off to the dressing room leaving Jack alone with the sales lady. "I'm sorry for troubling you," Jack offered. "You two are step-siblings?" the woman asked suspiciously. "Yeah. Her dad married my mom." "I see, and you two go shopping for underwear together at," she looked at her watch, "9:34pm regularly?" "It's what she wanted. I think she's just a little shy around her step-mom with this growing up stuff is all," Jack explained fakely. "Uh-huh," she said, drawing the word out, not totally believing the story. "Look, I know what you're thinking, ok. I don't blame you, but really. She's my step-sister. She just feels more comfortable with me than with my mom or her dad when it comes to this." Danielle came out of the dressing room happy. "Perfect," she said with a smile. She took the package from the sales lady and put the pair back in. "Ok, ready to go then?" Jack asked. "Yep!" She hugged him again. "Thanks, Jack." "Aren't you lucky to have such a nice older step-brother?" the sales lady asked, a little skeptically. "Yeah. He's the best.," Danielle said. She took his hand and they walked to the check out hand-in-hand. **** Arriving home, Jack got out of the car first and unlocked the door. Danielle raced from the car to the house and slipped inside. No sooner was she inside than she started taking off her clothes to put on her new underwear. Although Jack was used to her freedom with her nudity, he was still uncomfortable looking and went into the bedroom to wait for her. Less than a minute later, she walked in, wearing only her bra and panties and a smile. Jack was speechless looking at her. "How do I look?" she asked, spinning around for him. The bra was a little padded and gave her the nice rounded appearance of a more mature girl. The panties fit snugly against her body, cupping her sex nicely into a nice little mound in front and contoured to her bottom. "You look...very nice," Jack said, stunned by how pretty and alluring the two pieces of clothing made her. She giggled and blushed. "Am I sexy, Jack?" She pursed her lips into a kiss and ran a hand over her stomach downwards and between her legs. Jack was hard. Throbbing hard. She sauntered over to him and put her lips to his cheek. "I want to thank you, Jack. Thank you for all the things you've done for me." She looked down at the peak in his pants and smiled. Her hand unfastened the button and began to unzip him. "Danielle...you don't..." he started. "I want to. You've made me feel...I don't know, loved. I don't have anyway to repay you for your kindness and generosity other than this, Jack. I want to. More than anything." Jack sighed. He didn't want to corrupt her youth more than it already had been by allowing her to do what she liked with him. "Don't you think I'm sexy, Jack?" she pouted cutely. "I mean, you're so nice and hard looking at me like this. Won't you let me just suck your cock a little? Please?" Her hand pulled his zipper all the way down, relaxing the strain of his cock against his clothes and she dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him. Jack closed his eyes and said as firmly as he could muster, "No." He opened his eyes and saw her looking up at him, confusion on her face, her eyes brimming with tears. "It's not right for us, Danielle. I'm sorry. We can't." As he spoke the last word, tears poured down her face. "I want to Jack. I want to so badly. Why?" She buried her head in his lap and cried. He put his hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair. "I'm sorry, honey. I know you mean well, but it's not an appropriate way for you to thank me." His words were directly contradicting his body, which was still quite engorged and pressed up against her head as she cried. No doubt she could feel the warmth through his clothes. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away from him. She looked at him, pleading, hopeful that he would change his mind. "Let's get some sleep, ok?" She didn't move or say anything as he got up from the bed, fastened his pants up, and went down the hall to the bathroom. His cock was softening and his balls started to ache. As soon as he got inside and shut and locked the door, he pulled it out and stroked it in relief. It didn't take much and he shot his waiting load into the shower stall. While it was certainly one of the most powerful ejaculations in his life, it felt incredibly empty to him. He knew he was right by stopping her, but still, he wanted her. He wanted so badly to feel her mouth around him, looking up at him with wide eyes as he fucked her mouth. She was right, he was turned on by her, and he desired to lay with her, but... He shook his head to clear the sexual thoughts about her. She was only 11, for god sakes. She had been abused and mistreated, and so she only sought those things from men. He didn't want to validate her belief that she was nothing but a fuck toy. He knew she couldn't stay with him, because he was bound to give in at some point, but he also didn't want to send her home to an abusive man. He had to let the police know what was going on, or maybe even her mother. She couldn't possibly know about this and allow it, could she? She had to be aware that her daughter had not worn underwear for the past 5 years. She had to know something was wrong...didn't she? Jack thought his next course of action over as he brushed his teeth and then went back to the bedroom. He saw her curled up on the left side of the bed under the covers asleep. She was probably tired after tonight's emotional swings. Jack felt really guilty about everything, but he was just trying to do what was right in this situation. She was emotionally damaged and treated as less than human for the last 5 years. Letting her suck his cock, or more, would be bad. Jack kept telling himself that as he climbed into bed next to her and turned off the light. This was just for tonight, and tomorrow he would do what he could to help her find a safer living environment. =3= Jack's dreams that night were full of naked girls in various states of undress. Everywhere he looked there was either a bare breast, a camel toe, or a girl licking her lips and winking at him. He woke up suddenly as a nude Danielle cried out in pleasure in his dream. He looked to his left and saw the girl sleeping soundly. He glanced at the clock and saw it was still 3 hours before he needed to be up. He sighed and rolled over. "Jack?" came a small voice behind him. "You awake?" "Yeah. What is it?" "Do you think I'm a bad girl?" "No. Not at all. You just haven't had the best life so far, and you're doing your best to make it through." He rolled over to face her. "You've done nothing wrong, Danielle. You shouldn't blame yourself for anything that's happened to you." "I'm sorry to be such a pain all the time, Jack." "You're not a pain. You're just confused, like most girls your age. It's ok." She was quiet a moment as she thought about what he said. "So, am I confused when I try to give you a blow job?" Jack smiled, though he was sure she couldn't see it in the dark. "Yeah, something like that, but it's ok. I won't think any less of you." "I like you, Jack." Jack wasn't sure what definition of 'like you' she was using here, whether she meant 'you're a good person' or 'I think I'm in love.' Knowing his own use of the word as a child, he was fairly certain it was the latter definition she was using. "Do you like me too?" she asked, almost hushed. "Yeah, I like you too, Danielle," he said, not just to placate her, but truthfully, he really did like her. He saw her facial features move in the dark, and guessed it was a smile. She scooted over next to him under the covers and cuddled into his chest. "I'm glad," she said and fell asleep again within minutes. Jack kissed her gently on the forehead and settled back into a relaxing sleep. **** Three hours later, Jack's alarm clock went off. He swung his arm out, hitting the snooze button. He heard Danielle stir and she opened her eyes. "Morning, Danielle." She just groaned and rolled over away from him, which unfortunately for her was into the sunlight streaming through the window. She grunted again and turned back to face him, eyes shut tightly. Jack got up out of bed and went out to the kitchen to start breakfast for the two of them. He had about 90 minutes until work, and decided she might appreciate some pancakes. He finished making a full batch and she still wasn't up. He went into the bedroom and stood there looking at the sleeping form under the covers. "C'mon sleepyhead, time to get up. I made breakfast." She just mumbled something and gripped the pillow under her head. "No, no, c'mon, let's go," Jack said playfully, and then grabbed the sheets and pulled them away from her quickly. Danielle gave a surprised squeal and Jack became aware why. She was completely naked from head to toe. "Jaaaack!" she cried in annoyance. "Did you sleep like that all night?" he asked, finding it hard to look away, even though his better judgment was telling him to avert his eyes. "Yeah. I sleep naked all the time. I have to." She uncurled from her sleeping position and lay flat on her back, legs spread open slightly. Her hair was messed around her head and she looked very sexy to Jack who was gawking at her nude body. She giggled and pointed at him. "Your thing is hard." Jack looked down and saw the head of his cock poking out of his boxer shorts directly at her. He quickly turned around and stuffed it back under the fabric. He heard her giggling more behind him. "You're so cute, Jack," she said. He heard her roll off to the side of the bed and get up. He turned his head in her direction and saw her bending over, slipping her panties on. Her small breasts hung off her body ending in sharp points. She saw him looking and giggled turning red. Jack looked away again. "I don't care if you look at me, Jack. It's nothing you haven't seen before." "I just don't..." "...think it's appropriate, I know," she finished for him, a little glumly. "It doesn't bother me though, and I...kinda like it..." He heard her moving and saw her out of the corner of his eye standing next to him, still topless, bra in hand. "I think you kinda like it too, Jack." She put on her bra, and walked past him out of the room. Breakfast went quickly, neither of them really saying much. Danielle was still dressed just in her bra and panties, which was making Jack a little uncomfortable but he was getting used to it more and more. Jack went back to the bedroom, got dressed for work, and came out to where Danielle was watching TV. "Now you're sure your mom's boyfriend isn't going to show up next-door looking for you?" "Quite sure." "Ok, because if he does, it's my ass on the line. I could be charged with kidnapping." "It'll be fine. Trust me. He doesn't give a shit." "Ok. If the phone rings or somebody's at the door, don't answer it. Keep the TV volume low. If you want to use the Internet on my computer, that's fine. I'll be home around 6 tonight with dinner." "Ok." "Alright, I'll see you later." He left. He got in his car and pulled out of the driveway. He passed Dana's house and saw several of the girls leaving. Thankfully, Danielle's mom's boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. Jack needed to know more about what was going on in her home before he could really do much for her, but she had been unwilling to talk much about it last night. Hopefully a day away from whatever torture she went through might help her to start talking about it. He also needed to set some ground rules with her for the time she'd be spending with him. Work passed slowly for Jack, and he often found himself staring at the clock thinking about going home and seeing her. He now realized how lonely he had been since he moved into that house by himself 3 years ago. His relatively bland daily routine now had a dose of sexiness to it. There was anticipation where there once was nothing at all but his work, work that he had gotten done in record time. Danielle seemed to have given him a little more life, and he liked it. He liked her. She appealed strongly to his chivalrous side, in addition to her fueling his sexual desires. Did this mean he was in love with her? She was just a child...or was she? She was certainly unlike any other girls he'd met, with the exception of Christy. Dana had been acting and looking a little more grown up as well. He had always found himself attracted to girls in the 11-13 age group because of their bodies, but their attitudes and personalities really hadn't been on his mind when he looked at them. Danielle certainly knew how to use her body to get men to give her things. Christy was quite skilled at flirting. Dana, though a little shy, knew what she wanted and did her best to get it from him. All three, while still mostly innocent and childish physically, were maturing mentally and enjoyed testing their new sexual powers on men. But all that was irrelevant of course. She was 11 and he was 25. It couldn't work between them. Who would possibly accept them together? The Hal-Mart lady certainly didn't, and she didn't know a thing about the situation they were in together in the first place. Jack sighed. Most of this he had already thought over numerous times, and his brain was growing tired of all the how's, why's, and what-if's. His sense of what was right was strongly contradicting his sense of what he wanted, and what he wanted was Danielle. Danielle, who was at this moment sitting in his house, on his couch, wearing only a bra and panties. She was right that morning, he did like seeing her like that on the bed. Among the things going through his head then was taking her right then and there. Her nipples just begged to be sucked on, and her pussy looked so delicious. He wondered if she felt similarly stimulated when she saw his exposed cock pointing at her. Did she masturbate? Was she masturbating right now? In his bed? On his couch? "Oh god, get a grip!" Jack muttered out loud, pushing such thoughts out of his head. He looked up and saw a few people staring at him. He gave a weak smile and groaned inwardly. A glance at the clock showed he only had about 15 minutes left for the day. He resolved to not worry about any of this until he got home and could hopefully get in touch with somebody that could help her. That was what was most important to him. Helping her. **** On his way home, he stopped at the local Subbers and picked up a Veggie Delight for her, and a sandwich for him as well. He hoped he remembered the fixings right from 2 months ago. Coming down his street, he was relieved not to see any police cars in front of Dana's or his house. He had to wonder about Danielle's mother, though. Wouldn't she be worried that her daughter wasn't home yet? He had to ask Danielle these things, even though she didn't want to talk about them. They had to be talked about so he could do his best to help her. He got out of the car and walked to the front door, unlocked it, and opened it. No sooner was he inside than he was tackled by a mostly naked Danielle. "I missed you so much," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek. Though he didn't say it, he had missed her too. "I brought dinner," he said, holding up the bag with the sandwiches. "Hope I got yours right, it's been almost 2 months." She giggled and blushed. "You remembered." "Well it's not everyday I get flashed by a pretty young girl and made to buy her food," he teased. She giggled more and looked away, embarrassed by the compliment. "C'mon, let's go eat." She smiled and nodded and ran ahead to the table. Jack watched her little panty covered butt wiggle as she moved and wondered how it would feel in his hands. He followed her, unpacked the sandwiches, and got himself something to drink. When he came back to the table she was already half done with the first half of the sandwich. "How is it? Did I get it right?" She smiled at him with a closed mouth, full of food and gave him thumbs up. "Good. If you can't finish the whole thing, you can just save the other half for later in the fridge." He relaxed back in his chair and started on his food. Looking at her, he saw she was watching him. It wasn't just because they were sitting opposite each other; her eyes seemed focused on him. He smiled at her and she smiled back. "I have some more questions for you. We'll talk about them later though." That didn't make her look quite so happy. "Why?" "Well, I need to know as much as I can to do my best to help you." "You are helping me now, Jack. Like this." "Well, yeah, but you know you can't stay here forever. Sooner or later your mom's going to wonder where you are, isn't she?" Danielle just sat silently and ate, eyes cast downward. Jack kicked himself for bringing it up, but knew he had to. They ate silently for the next few minutes, and then Danielle got up and put the remainder of her sandwich in the refrigerator. She headed down the hall and Jack heard the bathroom door close. He finished his sandwich and sat down in front of the TV. Twenty minutes passed and Jack realized she was still in the bathroom. She was probably just upset and that was the only place she could go to hide away from him. Oh well, he could wait. An hour passed. He had been back and forth past the bathroom door twice, just to see if he could get a reaction from her, but there had been no change. He waited another 30 minutes and then knocked on the door. "Danielle? You ok in there?" No reply. "Answer me please, Danielle." He heard a weak voice inside, but couldn't make out the words. "What was that? I couldn't understand you." "I'm fine." "Well c'mon out, ok? You can't stay in there all night." "Let me know when it's bedtime, and I'll come out." Jack sighed. "What if I have to use the bathroom?" "I'll watch." Jack couldn't help being amused by that answer. "Jack?" "Yes, Danielle?" "Why don't you want me here?" 'Because I wanted very badly to stick my dick in you this morning,' was the only way Jack could truthfully answer her. He felt bad having to feed her that 'it's not right' crap, but it was the only way he could keep from encouraging her sexual advances on him. "C'mon out please, and we'll talk about it, okay? I don't like having you upset like this, and, well...it's lonely without you out here." There was just silence from the other side, and Jack sighed. "Well, I'm gonna go back to watching TV now. If you need me, you know where to find me." He turned, and had taken less than a step when he heard the door open. He turned around and looked at her, face wet, eyes puffy. "It was lonely without you in there too, Jack," she said. He extended his hand to her and she took it. They returned to the couch together. Jack sat down and Danielle cuddled up beside him. He put his arm around her and they sat in silence for about 20 minutes until she spoke up. "My dad died when I was 4. It was about that time that my mom started acting strangely. I didn't really know why then. We moved into some shitty house then with a bunch of other people. I got sick a lot. That's where my mom met him. Mike, I mean, her boyfriend. He always liked to watch me when I was playing. If I looked at him, he'd smile really big, and I'd smile back just as big. I saw him playing with his dick a lot, but I didn't know what that was about back then. "When I was 6, we moved into his apartment. It was small, only a bedroom and a bathroom. I slept on a folded blanket on the floor, or I tried to that first night. They fucked all night, and I watched and heard all of it. When they were done, Mike got off the bed where my mom had fallen asleep and told me to take off my clothes. I was scared, but I did what he said. He started to play with his dick again and told me to look closely at it. He came on my face and I started to cry. He hit me, and then stuck his fingers in my pussy. It hurt so bad. I cried and cried for my mom, but she didn't wake up. "He took his fingers out of me, and they were covered in blood. He made me lick the blood off his fingers and then he went to sleep. I didn't know what to do, so I tried to sleep too, but I couldn't because it hurt so much. I guess I passed out eventually and when I woke up, his cum had dried on my face and my pussy was covered in dried blood. There was a big red spot on the blanket too and he yelled at me for it. He called me things like 'little cunt' and 'baby whore'. My mom was still in bed and she just told me to take a bath. "I took a bath, and got all cleaned up. When I came back out to get dressed, they were fucking again. This time could see him going in her, and I got scared that he would do that to me. I put my hands over my pussy and watched them. He saw me and told me to move my hands. I didn't want to and he told me that if I didn't, then he'd stick it in me too. I started crying and moved my hands away like he said. He looked at me and just fucked my mom harder until he came. "He got off the bed and came over to me. I scrunched my eyes shut thinking that he was going to come in my face again. I felt something hot and wet against my lips, and he told me to open my mouth. I opened my mouth and my eyes and he stuck his cock in. He told me to lick it clean. I accidentally bit him and he hit my face, and told me not to do it again or he'd fuck me. I didn't know what the word fuck meant, but I didn't want him to do it to me. I carefully licked it, until it looked clean. He called me a 'good little whore' and then left. "I got up on the bed with my mom, and she was naked and sleeping. I looked between her legs and saw white stuff coming out. I was scared by all of this and curled up next to her and fell asleep. When he came back, he had another blanket for me to sleep on, and some clothes. He told me 'not to make such a fucking mess this time' on it and put his fingers in me again. It hurt, but not as bad as the first time, and I didn't bleed very much. I tried not to cry this time because I didn't want him to hit me. "He took his fingers out and told me to get dressed in the clothes he brought, a t-shirt and a short skirt. I did, and said there weren't any panties. He told me that 'little sluts like you don't wear panties' and told me to lift the skirt up so he could see my pussy. He started to play with his dick again and I closed my eyes. I heard him get on the bed and I opened my eyes. He was fucking my mom again, but was looking at my pussy while he did it. He pulled out, shot his cum at me, and then left. "That's what it's been like for me for the last 5 years. I lick his cock clean, show him my pussy while he fucks my mom, and he sticks his fingers in me whenever he wants. He never fucks me though. I don't know why, and I don't want to encourage it. I found out that my mom was addicted to meth, and met him because he's a dealer. He keeps her drugged and happy and I don't know if she even knows who I am anymore. I try to stay away from home as much as possible, and even ran away once for a week when I was 8. The police found me and took me back to him, and he made me suck him off and swallow for the first time as punishment. Now do you see why I don't want to go home, Jack?" Jack sat absolutely stunned by her story. In his head all the missing pieces started falling into place. Her acting out, her clothing, her relationships with the other girls. He was the first person in 5 years to actually give a crap about her. No wonder she wanted to stay with him. He realized she was looking at him, maybe a little nervous now that she had told him all of that. "I don't know what to say, Danielle. I really don't. Just...wow..." She relaxed against him and he stroked her hair. "Can I ask you a few things?" "Ok." "Why haven't you gone to the police or a teacher at school about this?" "He said he'd kill me and my mom if anybody ever found out. That's why I didn't want to tell you last night. I was afraid." "If he likes to look at you so much, why doesn't he come to pick you up like at Dana's house?" "I think he's getting tired of me and my mom. I don't see him around much anymore. I think he has another woman and little girl somewhere else." Jack's stomach turned at the thought that some other poor little girl was going through the hell that Danielle had just described. "The only reason I go back home anymore is to take care of my mom." "Where is this place?" "A motel, a few miles from here. Next to a 7-11." "Does he come around every day?" "No. Maybe twice a week to keep my mom drugged up. If I'm there he'll fuck her while he looks at my pussy, or he'll jack off on my tits. I hate him. I hate him so much." She shuddered and crossed her arms over her chest. Jack thought for a moment. "I have an idea, Danielle, but it means you have to talk to the police, ok?" "But he said he'd kill me and my mom if I ever told anybody!" "You just told me." "Yeah, but...I trust you..." "I'm glad you trust me, Danielle, but you can trust the police too." "But what if he finds out?" "Then I'll protect you, ok? It's gonna be alright. You'll be safe." "What about my mom?" Jack didn't know what to say about Danielle's mom. "I don't know, Danielle, but I believe the police can help her and you and anybody else that he's doing this to." Danielle sat and thought about it. "Do I have to do this?" "No, but it's something that I think you should do. For your sake, your mom's, and anybody else's. It's what's right, Danielle." She sunk against him, and lay across his lap. "I'm scared, Jack. But when I'm with you...I feel really good." "I feel really good with you too, Danielle," Jack said, stroking her hair to comfort her. "Can I decide tomorrow?" "Yeah, you can decide tomorrow, but I'd like to do this as soon as possible, ok?" "Ok." They watched TV like that for another hour, her laying half- nude across his lap, not saying much. About 8pm, Jack realized she was sleeping. He was incredibly tempted to run his hands over her body, but thought better of it deciding that she might wake up if he got a little too touchy-feely. After about 30 minutes, Jack needed badly to go to the bathroom. He slid his arms under her knees and her neck and gently cradled and lifted her up. She felt so light in his arms, and he felt sorry for her having to carry such heavy traumas. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. She curled up a bit in reaction to the coolness of the sheets under her. Jack stood and looked at her sleeping face, which had a hint of a smile on it. Good dreams, he hoped. Probably some of the first she'd had in a long time. He got a spare blanket and put it over her, and then left the room. Jack went to the bathroom and finished watching the show on TV. He returned to the bedroom where Danielle was still sleeping and sat down at the computer. He looked for local 7-11s on the internet and found one just a few miles from his home. Sure enough, there was a motel next to it. He printed out a map and wrote Danielle a note saying that he needed to run to the store real fast. As he laid it on the pillow beside her, he saw her face twisted up in some emotion he couldn't identify. On impulse he bent over and kissed her forehead gently. Jack wasn't sure why he did it exactly, only that he thought it might help her with whatever she was trying to work out in her subconscious. "I'll be back soon," he whispered to her, and then got his shoes and keys and left. =4= Jack found the motel with little difficulty. He pulled into the parking lot and turned off the engine. He looked around at the other cars and didn't see the car that he had seen Mike and Danielle getting into yesterday when he drove past them. It was a rather generic 2 story motel building, with a seedy feeling to it. Jack got out of the car and walked past all the rooms on the bottom floor, looking into the windows briefly. Most of them had the curtains closed. Some had a light on inside and Jack could see the outline of figures through the curtains of the lit rooms. He didn't think he would find the room where Danielle's mother was, but at least this way he had some idea of what this place was like. As he ascended to the 2nd floor, one of the doors on the lower section opened. Jack looked over his shoulder and saw a young girl leaving the building. She was dressed rather provocatively, and appeared to be about 15 or 16 years old. "Excuse me, miss?" he called to her as he came down the stairs. She turned and Jack saw that she was heavily made up. "Do you live here?" "Yeah, what's it to you?" she asked rather defensively. "Well, I'm looking for somebody that lives here, but I don't know which room is theirs." "I haven't lived here long, man, only a few months, so I don't know many other people here," she replied and turned around and started walking away. "Please, it would really be a big help to me if I could just ask you." She stopped and turned. "Ok, fine, but it's gonna cost you." Jack pulled out his wallet and handed her a $20. She looked at it, and stuffed it in her cleavage. "You got 5 minutes." "Ok, it's a little girl named Danielle, a man named Mike, and a woman who doesn't get out of bed. Do you know them?" He noticed her eyes widened slightly when he said Danielle's name. "How do you know Danielle? You're not some kind of stalker pervert, are you?" "No, I'm just...a friend of hers." "Look mister, I don't know who you are, or what you want with her, but if you hurt one hair on her head..." the girl said, taking a step towards Jack with her hand in a fist. Jack raised his hands in surrender. "Please, tell me, where do they live." The girl eyed Jack suspiciously and then relaxed her threatening posture. "Room 29, but I don't think they're home right now. At least Mike isn't. Why are you looking for them anyway?" "It's a long story, kind of. You know them well?" The girl shrugged her shoulders. "Danielle comes over sometimes, we talk. She's a sweet girl, ya know? Mike's a bit of an asshole. Orders her around a lot. Never seen the mom, or the inside of the room, though. Danielle won't talk about her. She's never mentioned any guy either, so you better not be up to any pervert shit with her, or I'll call the cops, you got me?" "Ye-yeah, I got you. Thanks." The girl gave him a good last look and then turned around and went to a car and drove away. Jack headed up the stairs and found room 29. The curtains were closed and the room inside was dark. Jack noticed a 'Do Not Disturb' card on the doorknob. There wasn't much Jack could see or do now, and he turned around to go. As he headed back for the stairs, a door up ahead of him opened and a man stepped out. It was Mike. Jack quickly turned around and walked the other way, hoping he wasn't seen. He heard the sound of footsteps descending on the stairs and looked over his shoulder. Mike was down in the parking lot getting into a car that was different from the one he had seen the other day. Jack watched Mike drive off and turned around and went to the room where Mike had come out of. The light was on inside and Jack could see a small form moving about on the floor. He also could hear what sounded like a child crying inside. Jack couldn't just walk away from this, especially considering Danielle's suspicion that there might be another girl and mother that Mike was doing this to. Jack knocked on the door. "Hello? Are you alright in there?" He heard the crying stop abruptly and the light went out in the room. Jack frowned frustratedly. He couldn't very well break down the door if the person on the other side didn't want any help, plus if he was wrong about what he thought had happened, he'd just be committing a breaking and entering, good intentions aside. He took note of the room number for when he would go to the police and returned to his car. On the drive home he thought about the girl that had been leaving. She certainly seemed to know more about Danielle than she wanted to share with him. Was it possible that Danielle had confided in her about the sexual abuse? Or perhaps she knew about Danielle's trips to the mall and what she did there. He wanted to ask Danielle about the girl, but knew she would worry if she knew that he went to the motel alone. He wasn't sure how dangerous Mike was, but if he was a drug dealer, it was pretty likely that he was armed. Jack arrived home and upon entering he could hear a sort of low moaning coming from the bedroom. He rushed back there and saw Danielle on the bed, still asleep, but with a pained expression on her face, mumbling, moaning, and writhing on the bed. "Danielle, Danielle, wake up!" he said shaking her. Her eyes popped open suddenly, and she looked around her startled. Jack sat down on the bed and she scrambled onto his lap, her arms around him. "It's ok now. It was just a dream. I'm here," he said, comforting her. "I was...I was home, like the house where I lived before my dad died. I was playing in my room and-and then Mike showed up, and I was suddenly a little girl again, and he took off his pants and he grabbed me, and he was trying to get my panties off, and...I just...I was crying and I was calling your name and that just made him madder and he kept pulling at my panties, but they wouldn't come off of me. Then you woke me up. I called, and you showed up." She huddled on top of him and then noticed the note on the pillow next to her. "You left?" "Yeah. I noticed we were getting low on a few things, and it seemed like you were gonna sleep for a while." "Am I being a burden on you, Jack?" "No, not at all. Things just disappear faster when there are two of us living here." "Can I live here, Jack? With you? For good?" Jack hadn't thought of that, though it did seem to be in her best interests now that he knew more about her home. "I can't promise you anything, Danielle, but I wouldn't mind, if you'd agree to talk to the police." He felt her heave a sigh against his chest and knew she still wasn't thrilled by the idea of getting others involved. "If it means I can stay with you, Jack, I will," she said finally, tightening her embrace around him, squirming a bit on his lap, which he immediately wished she hadn't done. "But, if you're going to stay with me, we need to set a few ground rules, ok?" "Like what?" "Well, for one, you need to start wearing clothes." "But I like it like this...and I think you do too," she giggled, squirming a little more on his lap. There was no doubt in his mind that she could feel his hard penis pressing against her thigh. "Danielle..." "What?" she asked very innocently before wiggling about again and giggling. "It's not nice to tease me like that." "Who says I'm just teasing?" she said with a little smirk. She crawled off his lap and laid down on her side of the bed. "I can do something about it for you, if you'd like..." she said, lifting her hips and hooking her fingers under the waistband of her panties. Jack's eyes were locked, and he felt as if the intensity of his staring alone would be enough to push her panties down. She began to push them slowly, and as her bare mons came into view, Jack closed his eyes and shook his head. "Danielle. Stop. Please!" Jack kept his eyes closed for a moment, and then opened them. Danielle was practically frozen in place, her panties just barely covering her slit. "Pull them up." He saw a little fear in her eyes, worried perhaps that he was going to kick her out. "I'm sorry, Jack," she said, rolling away from him onto her side. Her panties were still down a little, giving Jack a look at her half covered bottom. "Look, Danielle...you're right. I do like you, sexually. I do like to look at you, and touch you, and even feel you sitting on me, but...I just don't feel right doing what you are trying to lead me to do. It's also not a good idea if we go to the police and they find that we've done something together, because then I'd go to jail and you'd never see me again." She rolled over to face him, her panties sliding down a little on their own from the movement. "But I want to," she said, her voice quivering a little. "Only because that's what you think men want from you," he said shaking his head. "I'm flattered that you want to thank me or repay me for the help I've given you, but you don't have to do it by throwing your body at me." "But I wa--" "No, Danielle, you don't want to. You've been trained to, by that asshole. He's trained you to put out or be punished. He's taught you to be just a pussy and a pair of tits. I don't want to legitimize that fucked up thinking by sticking my dick in you, ok? I refuse to use you like he has." Jack knew that was harsh, but necessary. He saw her lower lip quivering just before the tears started to flow. She sat up and bolted off the bed, pulling her panties up as she ran into the bathroom. Jack sighed. He wanted to say something comforting to her, but he didn't want to contradict himself. She was just confused by him not responding to her like Mike did. Jack looked down at the tent in his pants, and for a moment wished he could just punch it without it hurting like crazy. He looked at the clock and saw that it was getting late, almost bedtime. He got up, and walked to the bathroom door, a little surprised that it was open. He pushed it open and saw her sitting on the toilet, her panties around her ankles. "Oh, god, I'm sorry," he said, turning around quickly. "It's ok," she croaked, voice still a little raw from crying. "I, uh, I just wanted to tell you it was almost bedtime," he said, glancing over his shoulder quickly, seeing that she was still sitting there. He heard her giggle a little bit, and smiled to himself. If he couldn't comfort her physically, at least he could still make her smile with his embarrassment. "I'll understand if you don't want to share the bed with me tonight, so I'll offer to sleep on the couch." He glanced again and saw her this time wiping between her legs with a piece of tissue. His gaze lingered a bit more and she looked up and caught his stare. He saw her face turn beet red and looked away again. Odd, he thought, she would eagerly parade around naked for him, but she was embarrassed by being seen cleaning herself. "So, um, I'll, uh, go sleep--" he was interrupted by feeling her arms around his waist and her small breasts pressed into his lower back. "No. Don't leave me alone tonight." He placed his hands on her's and smiled. "Well, go ahead, I'll be there in a second," he said, pulling her arms away from him and gesturing for her to leave the bathroom. "Nuh-uh." Jack looked at her puzzled. "You saw me going, so I get to see you." "Danielle..." he started. "You wouldn't want me to tell the police tomorrow that you were peeping on me in the bathroom, now do you?" "That's not funny, Danielle." "It wasn't meant to be," she giggled. "Now get it out!" she commanded, giving him a slap on the butt and giggling more. Jack couldn't seriously do this in front of her, although, he did sort of barge in on her...it was only fair...or was it? "Ok, but since I didn't really see anything, neither are you, you little trickster. Stay there." He walked over to the shower stall and grinned over his shoulder at her. She was red faced and giggling as he undid his fly and pulled out his penis, still hard, out of her view. "Now this is fair," he said, sticking his tongue out at her as he relaxed and started to urinate in an upwards arc into the shower stall. He finished, put himself away and turned around to her. She giggled and clapped happily as he washed his hands. "Get over here, you haven't washed either," he said, pulling her over to the sink. He stood behind her and washed and dried her hands for her. She smiled broadly at being tended to by him, like royalty. He surprised her by picking her up in his arms and carrying her into the bedroom as though she were his bride. He set her down on her side of the bed, and then turned around to remove his shirt and pants, leaving only boxing shorts. He turned back around and saw her removing her bra, revealing her developing little breasts. She tossed the bra to the floor and moved to push down her panties. "Whoa, whoa, no. You're not sleeping naked with me. Those stay on, and," he grabbed the shirt that he just took off, "wear this." She slipped the shirt on, and it covered her down to mid- thigh. Jack didn't tell her this, but he found her incredibly sexy dressed like that. "Can I take them off now?" she asked. "I'm covered down there now." "No, the panties stay on." "Whatsamatter? Think you're gonna screw me in your sleep?" she teased. "Let's just say I don't want anything of mine getting anywhere in your sensitive areas before you go to the police tomorrow." He saw a look of dread appear on her face. "Why? What are they going to do to me?!" "Well, I think they might want to examine you, see if you've been mistreated or anything." "You never told me I had to show my pussy to the police!" "Well, not to the police, but to a doctor probably. Look, Danielle, you're gonna be going in there to tell them what's happened to you. They're gonna want to check you for some kind of evidence." "But he never fucked me! There's nothing to find down there!" She was starting to panic and Jack regretted saying anything. "I know, but they're going to want to check you out anyways. That's just how these things work...on TV anyways. Besides, you probably haven't seen a doctor in the last 5 years. I'll be with you the entire time, ok? It'll be just fine." She stood there staring at him. "Really, I promise." "Ok," she said quietly, and got into bed. Jack got into bed as well, and she scooted over next to him. Jack turned off the light and put his arms around her. "Jack?" "Yes, Danielle?" "I...I'm glad I met you, Jack." "I'm glad I met you too, Danielle." Within moments they were both asleep, and Danielle was facing one of the biggest days of her life. =5= The alarm woke Jack and Danielle at 7:00 am. Jack, as usual, got up readily while Danielle tried to catch a few extra minutes of sleep. "C'mon, sleepyhead. Up and in the shower with you!" Jack proclaimed as he whisked the sheets off the dozing girl. Danielle half squealed/half groaned at the loss of the warm blankets. Jack left the room and went out to the kitchen to have his breakfast. Within a few minutes, he heard the water in the shower go on. As she showered, Jack called his work and got the day off. He got dressed, and was just passing the bathroom door when he heard the doorbell ring in a familiar manner of sequential button pressing. It was Dana. The water was still on in the shower, so if he could just get rid of her fast enough, she'd never know Danielle was there. Jack nervously opened the door. "Hi Jack!" said Dana, almost before the door was fully open. She was wearing a thin blue top and a pair of black lycra biking shorts. Jack could easily see her nipples, erect from the crisp morning air, poking through the top. "Hi Dana, you need something?" Jack said, a bit too eager to get rid of her. "My parents are going away for the weekend, and I was just wondering if I could stay with you. My mom already okayed it and I could bring over my sleeping bag and sleep in your living room. So is it okay with you?" "Well, I don't know..." Jack racked his brain desperately looking for some kind of good reason, but few plausible excuses came to the surface. "I-" "Jack?" Jack froze at the voice coming from inside his home. He strained his ears and could still hear the water running. Dana seemed equally, if not more, surprised at the voice. "Um...you have somebody over?" she asked a little quietly, peering past Jack into the house. No doubt she had some interesting thoughts going through her head at that moment. "Well..." Jack started before he saw Dana's eyes go wide and her jaw drop at something behind him. Jack didn't have to guess twice at what it was she was looking at behind him. He turned and saw Danielle behind him, her body wrapped in a towel, and a look of surprise on her face meeting Dana's stare. "Danielle...you...wha..." Dana stuttered, looking back and forth between Jack and Danielle, her mind inventing several illicit scenarios. "Dana, it's not what you think..." Jack said, trying to calm her. "Oh my god, oh my god..." Dana started repeating. Jack was getting nowhere fast here, and pulled her inside the house and closed the door. "Dana, look, Danielle is just staying here..." "You're fucking her, aren't you?" Dana charged rather suddenly and harshly. "No, no, we're not..." "Why? Why her? You have me!" Dana yelled at him, her voice quivering. She caught herself on what she said and covered her mouth suddenly. Jack sighed and sat down. As if her crush on him wasn't already obvious enough. He looked over at Danielle, who was just standing there, head bowed. "Did you need something, Danielle?" "Um, a bar of soap." "In the cupboard under the sink." Danielle turned her body slightly as if she was going to go back to the shower, but paused, unsure of if she should move. "Go ahead. I'll talk to her." Danielle opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but just turned and hurried back into the bathroom. Jack turned his attention to the shocked Dana, who had dropped onto the couch beside him. "Jack, I..." she stammered, face red from embarrassment at her outburst. "...I, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say anything or to intrude or...I just...I...what's going on?" Jack told her as much of Danielle's story as he felt comfortable with sharing. When he finished, Dana just sat there a little dumbfounded by it all. "So you, and her...?" "No, we're not having sex. I'm just trying to help her." Dana sat quietly for a moment, and then stood. "I'm going home," she said, and headed for the door. Danielle appeared then, fully clothed. Dana looked at her, looked at the floor, and then went to Danielle and embraced her. Danielle was taken aback by the sudden hug. "I'm sorry," Dana said quietly and then left quickly. Jack and Danielle shared a look that said, 'now what?' "You had better get something to eat. I'm gonna take a shower." Jack stood and walked past her, placing a hand on her shoulder to reassure her. "She'll be ok. Don't worry." Although Jack told Danielle not to be worried, he certainly was. He was nearly paralyzed with fear that Dana might say something to her parents or one of her friends. He ran through several scenarios in his head while he showered, most of which involved him being dragged off to jail. For all he knew, he might be there at the end of today if things didn't go well with the police. Either way, he was certain that life would be better for Danielle after today. Little could go wrong that would change that. He got out of the shower, dressed, and found Danielle in front of the TV flipping through channels. "You eat something?" "Yes. Jack?" "What?" "What's gonna happen to you?" Apparently Danielle had also been considering poor outcomes for the day ahead. Jack sat down next to her. "Well, I'd imagine the police are going to ask me how I know you and why you're staying with me. Assuming they believe that I'm not doing illegal things to you, I won't go to jail." "I don't want you to go away, Jack," Danielle said, gripping his arm. "Neither do I, Danielle." He hugged the girl and stood up. "Ok, let's go do this." She gave a quiet nod and stood up, taking his hand. He squeezed it reassuringly and they went out the door. Outside Jack saw Dana watching from a window on the side of her house. She disappeared from the window and was outside in a few seconds. "Go ahead to the car. I need to talk to Dana for a second," he told Danielle. Jack walked over to the property line where Dana was standing. "Where are you going?" "The police station." "Oh." "Listen, Dana, I'd really appreciate it if you wouldn't tell anybody that Danielle has been living with me the last few days. That kind of news tends to give people the wrong idea." "I won't tell anybody." "Not your parents, and not your friends." "I promise. Um, can I come over later?" "Sure. I think Danielle would like that. I'm sure she'd love to talk to somebody other than me for a change. It would be really great if you had some clothes to lend her too, she doesn't have much." Dana gave him a sort of weak smile, but still looked a little hurt and embarrassed from earlier. "Are you ok, Dana?" "Yeah. I'm sorry about some of what I said earlier. I was just surprised I guess." "Don't worry about it, ok?" "Ok." She turned and started back to her house, but Jack reached out and grabbed her shoulder. She turned, startled to face him and he put his arms around her. "I'm sorry too, Dana." He let her go, and saw she was turning red. "I gotta go. See you later tonight, ok?" "Uh, ok!" she said with a real smile on her face this time. Jack smiled back at her and turned around, letting a sigh of relief. He hated to have to manipulate her feelings for him, but he felt reassured now that she wouldn't go telling others. He got back to the car and saw a look of mixed emotions on Danielle's face. He got in the car, but she said nothing. Jack figured she'd tell him what was on her mind when she was ready, so he didn't press her to speak up. The drive to the police station was quiet. Danielle was to busy thinking about everything that was about to happen to strike up a conversation. Jack too felt some apprehension about this, but remained positive that this would go ok. They arrived, parked and got out. Danielle took his hand for the walk to the front door. A police officer exited the station as they entered and Jack felt her hand squeeze his in response to seeing the uniform. They entered and approached the front desk. A secretary was sitting behind a pane of glass and she glanced up at the pair. "Hello, how can I help you?" "I'd, uh, like to report a crime," Jack stated, hoping this wasn't the last nice face he saw before being falsely branded a rapist. "What is the nature of the crime?" "Child abuse." The secretary glanced at Danielle, who was doing her best to hide behind Jack. She looked back at Jack, as if to accuse him. "Physical or sexual?" "Sexual." The secretary looked back at Danielle who had a death-grip on Jack's hand. "Have a seat over there," she gestured at small lobby, "the detectives will be out to see you in a moment." "Thank you," Jack said, and led Danielle over to the chairs. He hoped most of the secretary's silent accusations were all just in his head. He and Danielle sat next to each other on a couch. He put his arm around her to try and comfort her. He could feel her trembling by his side. "It'll be alright, ok? Don't worry. I'll be with you." "Ok," she squeaked out at him. A large black man in a suit and a well dressed young white woman approached them on the couch. The man spoke. "Hello, I'm Det. Marcus Johnson. This is my partner, Det. Jane Wilson." Jack stood up. "Hi, I'm Jack Nelson. This is Danielle..." Jack suddenly realized he didn't know her last name. He looked at her a little lost. It took a second for Danielle to realize he had stopped mid- sentence on her last name, and she spoke up. "Danielle Alice Newman," she said quietly. The woman leaned down to Danielle's eye level. "Hello, Danielle. How are you?" she asked, smiling. Danielle looked at the woman and then down quickly. "Ok," she uttered. "Well, Mr. Nelson, if you'll come with me, we can discuss the situation," Det. Johnson said. "Det. Wilson will take Danielle into her office." "Of course," Jack said and before he could take a second step Danielle had grabbed his hand. "I don't want you to go, Jack," she said, almost crying. The detectives exchanged a look at the relationship between Jack and Danielle. "It'll be ok, Danielle," Det. Wilson said. "Jack is just going to talk to Det. Johnson down the hall from us." Danielle looked at her, and then back at Jack. "Go with Det. Wilson, Danielle. I won't leave you behind," he reassured. Danielle slowly let go of his hand and Det. Wilson put her hand on Danielle's shoulder. Jack gave Danielle a smile and then turned to Det. Johnson. "This way, sir," the detective said and led Jack away. Danielle watched him go into a room just down the hall. When he disappeared from view, she turned to Det. Wilson with a tear rolling down her face. "You really like him, don't you?" Jane asked. Danielle nodded. "Come on, let's go somewhere a little more private and talk." She led Danielle in the opposite direction that Jack went in, and entered a nicely furnished room with a couch, a couple of upholstered chairs, and a mini-kitchen. There was a low table which had a stack of paper and a box of crayons on it. Off to the side was what looked like an open toy chest with dolls in it. The room looked very cozy and relaxing. Jane closed the door and flipped a switch on the wall which did not cause any immediate effect to the room as far as Danielle could tell. She noticed a small camera up in the corner of the ceiling with a red light. "Have a seat wherever you'd like, Danielle," Jane said. "Would you like something to drink? Cocoa? Juice?" "No thank you," Danielle said, sitting on the couch, pulling her legs up to her chest. Jane sat down next to her. "So...I understand you have something to tell me, Danielle." Danielle sat quietly for about a minute, then took a deep breath and told Jane her story. Jane took notes, but showed little emotion other than a comforting smile. When Danielle had finished Jane took her notes and placed them inside a plastic capsule and placed the capsule into an air pressure tube hidden away in a cupboard. Danielle heard a whoosh of air but did not look as she had stayed in her curled up position on the couch the entire time. Jane returned to the couch next to Danielle. "Tell me about Jack, Danielle." Danielle hugged her legs a little tighter and flushed a light pink. "Has Jack ever done anything to you?" "No, he won't." "Won't?" Jane questioned Danielle's choice of words. "Yeah, I--" Danielle stopped abruptly, her face red. "You what, Danielle?" Danielle hid her face in the small pocket formed by her arms and legs and said something that Jane couldn't quite make out. Jane got up from the couch and walked over to the switch on the wall. Danielle looked up and watched her flip it back to it's original position. She looked over at the camera in the corner and saw that the red light had gone off. "There. Now it's just you and me, girl to girl," said Jane, undoing her blonde hair from the ponytail it had been in. She sat next to Danielle again, but in a much less business-type manner. "I was right earlier when I said you liked him, wasn't I?" Danielle nodded. "Do you try to sneak peeks at him when he's naked?" Danielle nodded again, but with a tiny smile this time. "I bet you wear revealing clothes around him too." "Well...I don't really have much choice." "Oh? How so?" "I only had two outfits when I started living with him." "I see. And how was it that you met Jack?" "Um...I don't know if I--" "It's ok, Danielle. This is just you and me. I promise that anything you tell me will be kept secret between us." Danielle thought it over for a moment. "You promise?" "I'm a police officer. If you can't trust me, who can you trust?" Danielle smiled and relaxed her body some. "A few months ago I was trying out this thing at the mall where I'd give guys head in exchange for stuff. I did it only once before I met Jack. Anyways, I saw him staring at me one day and approached him. I let him look down my top, and I flashed my pussy at him. Before I could make him an offer, he gave me money to buy a sandwich. I thought he was really sweet, because he didn't act like a pervert. "I didn't try it again for a few weeks. I met this guy in a store, and told him I'd blow him for $100. He pulled out his thing, and I couldn't do it. I ran out of the store and he chased me. I bumped into Jack while I was trying to get away and he helped me. Then I--I tried to give Jack head, but he pushed me away. I got afraid that I had done something wrong, and so I ran away from him. "Later that night, while I was watching Mike fuck my mom, I thought of Jack, and how he'd save me like he had before. Thanks to the thought of Jack saving me, I was able to endure the next two weeks of cum on my face and fingers in my pussy." "He was your hero," Jane said. Danielle smiled and nodded. "Yeah, he really is." "So, how did you wind up with him?" "A week ago, a friend of mine from the apartment building named Jessie helped me get onto a soccer team with some other girls my age. I knew most of them from school. I'd hear them talking about me, or catch them looking in my direction and then looking away and laughing. They'd make fun of my clothes for looking so old, or they'd call me a slut because of how Mike made me dress. One girl on the team, Dana, was really nice. She invited the entire team over to her house for a pool party and sleepover, and included me. I wasn't too eager to go, but Mike made me go so nobody would maybe suspect problems for me. "When we got there, I realized I didn't have a sleeping bag. So Mike drove me to a store and we got one. He punished me though for making him buy me a sleeping bag. He made me suck him off while driving back to the house. I barely had time to clean his sperm off my face before the door opened and I saw Jack standing there. I begged Jack to take me in for the night. I've been there ever since." "And Mike doesn't wonder where you are, or why you haven't come home?" "No. I run away a lot. I've been gone as long as 2 weeks. I always go back though, to make sure mom is ok. Mike really lets me have it then. He accuses me of sleeping around or blowing guys in exchange for a place to live. Most of the time I'm staying with Jessie so I can stay close to mom." "And have you told Jessie about your problems?" "A little. She doesn't ask too many questions about it, but I think she's figured some of it out." "How old is Jessie?" "She's 16." "Was it Jessie's idea for you to find men at the mall?" "...not really..." "What do you mean by that?" Danielle looked down and blushed a little. "I sort of watched her with her boyfriend once. She told me later that he would buy her things in exchange for sex. I decided to try it myself." "You did it 3 times, right?" "Yeah, except when it was with Jack, nothing really happened. He just bought me food and I didn't have to do anything." "Except show him your pussy," Jane said with a smile, reminding Danielle. Danielle giggled and blushed at the memory. "Yeah...I got him hard then, I think. He's so cute when he's embarrassed." "I bet he is," Jane said with a far away look coming over her. "You know, Danielle, you remind me a lot of myself when I was your age." "Really?" "Yeah. You see, I was abused too. My stepfather raped me when I was only 8, and it lasted for nearly 4 years until I met a very kind man who helped me get away from him. It was really hard for me to come forward and talk about it like you are telling me now, but I'm really glad I did." She showed Danielle the back of her left hand, and the simple silver band with a small diamond fixed in the center on her ring finger, seated next to an equally simple gold band. "He gave this to me back then, for being so brave and facing all my fears. When I turned 18, we got married and we've been together ever since." Danielle's eyes were large, and Jane could see the young girl was thinking some very similar things as she stared at the rings. "I don't mean to get your hopes up honey, but just as I had my prince, Jack is yours and he's doing this because he cares about you." "Um..." Danielle said a bit unsure, "...did, uh, you and your 'prince'...do it?" she asked with a red face. Jane too blushed at the question and nodded at the girl. "The night we became engaged. I was 13." "Wow..." Danielle's voice trailed off, as she sat a little in awe, her mind drifting away in her own fantasies. Jane took Danielle hand in her's and squeezed it. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Dani. I think you've told me enough here, so what say we reunite you with your prince and he can hold your hand while we give you a small checkup?" The pleased look on Danielle's face seemed to fade at the mention of the exam. "I-I'm scared..." "It'll be ok. I'm also licensed to give these kinds of checkups, so it'll just be you, Jack and I. Nobody else will be able to see anything, ok?" "O-ok," Danielle agreed, holding Jane's hand tightly as the detective called her partner on her cell phone. "Marcus? ...yeah...exam 2...ok, bye," she said and closed the phone. She and Danielle stood, and exited the room, hand in hand. =6= The drive home was a relief to Jack. Despite his total innocence in the matter, he felt like the primary suspect the entire time he had been in Det. Johnson's office. The detective had said very little to him the entire time as Jack told his story, and when he had asked Jack to come with him, Jack was sure it was to a holding cell and not the exam room. The smiling girl in the passenger seat had gone through a fairly invasive gynological exam and had gripped his hand in a death grip through most of it. It had helped though that Det. Wilson had been the one performing the exam, as it seemed that she had earned Danielle's trust in such a short time, enough even to warrant a kiss on the cheek when they had left the station. Since Danielle had only the clothes that she had brought with her from home, and they were needed as evidence, she was now wearing just the gown for the exam, and of course the bra and panties that Jack had bought for her the other night. Pulling up to the house, he saw Dana sitting on the front step waiting for them with her backpack. She stood up as the car pulled into the driveway and rather than going to Jack, she went instead to Danielle and hugged her. Jack was glad Dana had found out everything, despite how awkward it had been in the beginning, but he was glad that Danielle had somebody her own age to confide in. He unlocked the door and, like a doorman, made a sweeping gesture inviting the girls into the house. He was rewarded with a pair of giggles and a terrific view of Danielle's backside through the open part of the gown. Dana caught him staring and raised her eyebrows at him, causing Jack to look upwards and whistle a little. Dana laughed at this, which alerted Danielle to the fact that she was being left out of this silent exchange. "What's so funny?" she asked, genuinely confused. Dana clapped a hand over her mouth, but couldn't help glancing at Danielle's exposed panty clad rear herself. Danielle followed her gaze to her own ass, and then looked back at Jack, who was still looking skyward and whistling. "Jack! Bad!" she admonished playfully, before pulling the gown off entirely. "If you wanted to look, you could have just asked!" This free display of near-nudity caught poor Dana completely off guard. "Danielle! What are you doing? Jack's right there!" she said, pointing intently at the now very uncomfortable looking man who quickly closed the door so no passersby would get a free show. "Nothing he hasn't seen before," Danielle said matter-of- factly. "Who do you think bought me this bra and panties?" Dana just gaped at Jack, not unlike she had earlier when she had discovered the pair. Jack felt a great need to change the subject. "Oooo-kay, I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about. I'm going to take Danielle's other clothes to the police as evidence. There's some sandwich stuff in the fridge, so help yourselves. I won't be gone long. With that, Jack strode past the two and went into the bedroom to collect Danielle's swimsuit and her other set of clothing. Picking up her swimsuit, Jack inspected it briefly. There were what appeared to be semen stains on both the chest and the inside of the crotch on the suit. Jack couldn't help cursing under his breath at Mike for what he'd been doing to her for so long. He stuck the clothes into a plain brown paper bag and left the house with the girls in the kitchen. **** Arriving at the station, he saw both Dets. Johnson and Wilson outside talking. He got out of the car and approached them with the bag. Just when he thought he'd seen it all in the last few days, there, not 40 feet away from him, the two detectives were kissing. He stuttered in his stride and came to a stop, wondering if he'd just stumbled upon an illicit romance between coworkers. The pair broke their kiss and Johnson left Wilson there, heading into the parking lot. Jane noticed Jack standing there and came over to where he was. "Jack, thank you for bringing this back here," she said, either not aware he had seen just moments ago or not caring that he had. "Sure, no problem...there appear to be some stains on the swimsuit," he said, glancing past her at the direction Johnson had gone in. She turned to see where he was looking, and figured out what was on his mind. "We're married," she said. "I still use my maiden name for my professional work." "I see...well you two certainly took me by surprise," Jack admitted to her. For a few moments I thought I was seeing something else." "Everybody does," she replied with a smile. "Where, uh, where's he off to?" "He's running down a few leads on your case. This Mike character that's been hurting Danielle matches some descriptions of men seen in the vicinity of kidnappings involving other young girls about Danielle's age. The FBI got pretty interested when we shared a few details of the story you and Danielle told us this morning." "Wow...uh...should I be worried at all? Like Mike might come looking for her or something?" "No, I don't think so," Jane said dismissing it with a shake of her head. "Nothing indicates he's dangerous, and like Danielle told me, she runs away from him all the time, so I doubt he'll be looking for her. I do recommend though that you not go to his motel anymore. He's seen you already, knows where you live, and if he happens to recognize you poking around, it could endanger not only yourself, but also Danielle, her mother, and your neighbors," she warned, having been filled in on his close-call by Det. Johnson. "Oh, sure. I'm in no hurry to chance that again. I should get back, I left Danielle with her friend who lives next door. She kinda...discovered us cohabitating this morning before we came here." "Yikes. Sounds like it was awkward for all involved," Jane offered sympathetically. Jack couldn't help chuckling at the understatement. "Yeah, well...Danielle wasn't exactly dressed, and it...did look pretty bad, I have to admit." Jane put her hand on Jack's arm in a supportive gesture. "You're doing a good thing, Jack, and you've become incredibly special to Danielle. Believe me, you're one of the good pedophiles out there," she said. "Yeah I know, it's...what?!" his jaw would have been bouncing on the pavement had he been a few feet shorter. "Jack, I've been doing this job long enough to know a pedophile when I see one. I know you're not all child molesters like the media and pundits so often make you out to be." Jack just couldn't speak. He shook off his surprise, and was about to refute her statement when she stunned him one last time. "Frankly, if I could legally eat out a girl Danielle's age, I'd do it in a heartbeat." And with that, she took his hand in her's and shook it. "Again, thanks for bringing these clothes by. I'll let you know if we find out anything else. Take good care of yourself and Danielle." "S-sure," was all Jack could manage as she turned and walked back into the station. He took a deep breath, shaking his head, and went back to his car, his mind racing at having not only being pegged as a little girl lover, but at Jane's own admission to the same. "The hell was all that?" he mused to himself, and headed home. **** Arriving back at the house, he wasn't sure if he should tell Danielle any of what Jane had told him, about the case or otherwise. Although could it be that Danielle already knew? She had become friendly with Jane awful fast...you don't suppose they... No, no, no, that was silly and preposterous. Detective Jane Wilson was a professional, and she knew better than to make love to the young girls she was striving to protect. Jack chuckled at the fact he had even conjured the thought and entered the house. It was rather quiet inside, and the girls weren't in the kitchen, the dining room, or in front of the TV. Down the hall in the bedroom perhaps? "Da-" Jack had barely called the first syllable of her name when he could have sworn he heard a noise from down the hall. It wasn't exactly a voice, but it was airy and wasn't the result of a stray wind blowing. "...nnnnGHnnn..." came the noise again. It reminded Jack of playing with his cousins, and they would tie up and gag one of the younger ones...tied up?! Could Mike have found them and restrained the girls in some way? He thought better of calling out again, as it would call attention to his presence inside the house. Slowly he crept down the hallway towards the open door of his bedroom, the moaning and groaning growing louder, and was now joined by panting? As he approached the doorway, the interior of the room began to come into view. The edge of the bed...clothes on the floor...an open backpack nearby with clothes spilling out. He looked back up to the bed and saw red hair laid out on it. Dana's face came into view next, her eyes were closed, mouth pulled up into a small 'o' as she panted. 'Oh god...' she mouthed as she rolled her head side to side. Jack was pretty sure what he was witnessing, and felt compelled to give Dana some privacy but...what about Danielle? Where was she? "No, don't stop, don't..." Dana pleaded lifting her head to look down at something...or somebody. Her words worked and she laid her head back down to continue cooing and moaning in joy. Jack was pretty sure he knew where Danielle was too, now. He felt his cock get hard as he continued to the doorway and he got an eyeful of Dana's nude body laid out on the bed, her small cones quivering on her chest as she breathed and moved under the touch of the brown haired nude figure kneeling at the edge of the bed, working their mouth between the redhead's slender legs. "You taste so good, Dana," Danielle said, pausing briefly before sliding her tongue down Dana's slit. "I never thought...~whimper~...it could feel this...~whine~...g-" she froze and her eyes popped open and she stared at Jack standing in the doorway. "OH MY GOD!" she screamed, scooting backwards on the bed away from a startled Danielle and pulling the covers over herself. Danielle looked confused at Dana for only a second before turning and seeing Jack as well. She grinned at him, her mouth and the surrounding area glimmering slightly with Dana's arousal. "Welcome home," she said. "You like the show?" she asked, her gaze lowered now at his straining pants. "Uh, yeah," Jack said, rather dumbly. He couldn't lie, his cock was throbbing, the crotch of his boxers damp with pre-cum. His brain was telling him to leave the two to their fun and go jack off in the bathroom, but he also didn't want to miss out on anything...after all, he wasn't involved, and as such wasn't breaking any laws. Danielle however had other ideas. She walked over to him on her knees and started to un fasten his pants. As she popped the button she looked over at Dana on the bed and slowly dragged down the zipper. Dana was torn between watching Danielle bring out the organ she'd fantasized about so many times before, and doing the actual clothes removal herself. She'd naturally be doing the latter in a heartbeat, but her modesty was keeping her wrapped in blankets where she could secretly masturbate. "Danielle..." Jack said softly, not quite sure if his next words would be encouraging or discouraging. Danielle looked back up at him and shook her head. "No. You've done so much for me already. I'm going to repay you, right here, right now." Determination was in her eyes, and Jack couldn't find the word 'no.' He gave a slight nod, and Danielle pulled down his pants and boxers in one movement. Jack's attention was not on her, however, but on Dana, who's eyes just about rocketed out of her head when Jack's cock sprung free. He could see her arm moving rhythmically under the blanket, and it didn't take a genius to know what she was doing. He took a sharp breath as Danielle wrapped her hand around the shaft and pressed her soft, Dana-cum-coated, lips to the head. "Oh god," he said, shuddering and closing his eyes. Danielle kissed all over his cock head, before planting kisses down the length of his shaft. "C'mon, Dana, you do it now," Danielle said to the diddling girl on the bed. Dana gave a quick shake of her head, pulling the covers up a little more to hide her lower face. Danielle heaved an exasperated sigh before standing up and yanking the covers off the bed. Dana shrieked as she grabbed at the blankets, pausing mid-tug- of-war to try covering herself with her hands. Unfortunately for her, she could only spare one hand in the endeavor and couldn't decide if she should conceal her small bouncing breasts or her wet cunny. "He'll see, he'll see!" she pleaded, but she just couldn't compete with Danielle's double fisted effort and was left exposed and embarrassed on the bed. She didn't dare move, as she knew that to get dressed would require use of her hands, and they were otherwise occupied. Feeling trapped, she curled her body up and softly began to cry, hiding her face. "Dana..." Danielle said, guilt and sympathy in her voice, as she recalled her own feelings, buried years ago, of being stripped and made an object of depraved lust. She looked to Jack, who had already stepped out of the clothes around his feet and gone to Dana's side of the bed. He sat down next to her and put his arm around her, pulling her nude balled up body against his. She lifted her head and looked at him, tears streaked on her face. She shuddered out a small sob and opened her mouth to speak, when he put his lips tenderly on her forehead. "Jack..." she squeaked softly in quiet wonder. "It's ok, Dana," he said, stroking her short red hair. Danielle climbed up on the bed as well and went to Dana's other side, wrapping her arms around the girl. "I'm sorry, Dana...so so...sorry..." the tears started to roll down her cheeks and she began to shake with emotion. "I was acting just like him...not listening...not caring...only wanting to...oh god..." Danielle started sobbing as she clung to Dana, feeling very much like she had become equal to the man she had hated so much for the last 5 years. Just as something had clicked within Jack making him want to save her, something clicked inside Dana activating what would someday become her maternal instincts. She pulled the sobbing girl to her breast and just held her tight as she cried. Jack looked at the two nude girls, each with fresh tears on their cheeks, their bodies pressed together, each intimately exposed to him, and found the scene to be one of beauty rather than one of eroticism. His penis had gone flaccid and was now laying limp against his thigh, perhaps in tribute to the true innocence of it all. Danielle's body relaxed as she cried out her pain and soon fell asleep in Dana's arms. "Danielle?" Dana asked softly, and she received no reply. Jack got up and helped Dana out from under the peacefully sleeping girl, whom they covered with a blanket. The tender moment having passed, Dana's mind registered that she was still stark naked and in full view of her bottomless neighbor whom she had masturbated to for the last 2 years. She shot a hand down over her bald cunny and crossed the other over her chest as her cheeks heated while looking at Jack's dangling member. Jack looked at her, and then looked down at himself, and covered his mouth to keep himself from laughing and waking Danielle. He grabbed his boxers off the floor and pulled them on and looked at Dana, who tilted her head to the side and gave two short jerks upwards with her head, indicating the doorway. This just made Jack want to laugh harder, but he did as he was silently told and left her to dress. He went to the kitchen to clean up what was left out by the two earlier, and Dana shortly joined him, wearing just a spaghetti- top and panties. Jack looked at her, a bit surprised at her skimpy choice of clothing. "What?" she asked. "Nothing...just..." "It's not like you didn't just see EVERYTHING! Besides, I'm a little hot..." "So...um...what was that I walked in on earlier with you two?" Jack asked, genuinely curious as to how Danielle's face had ended up between Dana's thighs. Dana looked away from Jack with an embarrassed grin on her face. "We, uh...we ate and then we went into the bedroom to look at the clothes I had brought over for her. She was modeling them and stuff, and I told her she looked kinda sexy in some of them. Then when she was taking them off, she saw my favorite training bra and panties and she took her's off. She was naked...and I guess I just blurted out that she had a really nice body...and she said she wanted to see mine. So I took my clothes off and we were looking at each other...and we starting talking about...touching...and it just kinda...went from there..." Jack noticed Dana's thighs were shifting and squeezing together as she trailed off in remembrance of how Danielle had made her feel. She started to reach to her pussy, but realized where she was, and quickly put her hands behind her back to stave off temptation. She blushed shyly at Jack, who had stopped what he was doing and was now watching her squirm in arousal. "Did, uh, did you like watching us?" Dana asked. Jack's nodding head spread a smile across her face. "I thought it was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen," he told her, which just caused her to work her thighs together a little more. Jack didn't want to tease, but wondered how much it would take before she gave in and started jilling off in front of him. "The way you moved your hips and were moaning...that got my cock so hard...and your little tits, the way they jiggled...I wanted to step in and start sucking on them... "Oh my god, Jaaaaaack!" she whined, embarrassed and horny. "You like me, don't you, Dana?" he asked, having known that to be true for at least a year or so. Dana looked at him briefly with wide eyes before looking away from him, having been found out. "...kinda, yeah..." she admitted quietly, unable to look at him. "I saw you on the bed, you know, touching yourself under the blanket when Danielle took out my cock." Jack noticed her eyes dart to his lower body when he said 'cock,' and briefly fixed on the obvious protrusion that was now hidden away. While Jack normally would have never acted this way with Dana in the past, now there seemed to be a kind of freedom about what was and wasn't allowed between them. To him, it was as though a barrier had broken the moment Danielle had exposed Dana's masturbating form under the blanket. "Jack..." she whimpered, her hands slowly coming around to work at the itch Jack's words had encouraged. "Do you remember where Danielle's lips had been before she put them on my cock? They were still wet from you." Dana looked at him in shock, the fact that her juices had touched him, especially in such an erotic way, hadn't occurred to her at all. That sexy thought was the last draw for Dana, and she began rubbing her panty covered crotch right there in his kitchen. "Oh god, Jack..." she moaned with her eyes closed. They popped open as a hand palmed her small breast through the thin top and she saw Jack copping a feel. For a split second, she wanted to pull away from him, but her desire won out over her inhibitions. She pressed her chest against his hand, and gasped at the tremors generated from her stiff nipple rubbing into his hand. For Dana's this was something of a dream come true, and she soon found herself crying out in orgasm. Jack felt her body shake and caught her as her knees weakened and gave out. She shuddered in joy in his arms, and rubbed her pussy until the stimulation was simply too much and her clit couldn't stand any more. She felt as though she were floating through the air, but realized it wasn't from orgasm, but because Jack had lifted her up and carried her to the couch. As he laid her out, she felt an excited panic that he was going to make love to her. Instead, he sat down and let her head lay on his lap. Dana dozed off for a few minutes before waking up as Jack adjusted something near her head. She realized what it was he had moved and sat up suddenly from the thrill at having been so near to his sex organ. She turned around to face him and looked from his face to the slowly declining tent in his boxers. "I, uh...can I...see it?" she asked. Jack nodded at her and lifted his bottom from the couch to pull his boxers off. It had been in decline when she asked, but her request gave it new life and she watched as it filled up with blood. She scooted closer to him on the couch and just stared at it for a moment in wonder. She dropped a hand to her own lap and winced as she rubbed over her still tender button. "Can I..." she started, but Jack knew what was on her mind and answered her before she could really ask. "Go ahead." Dana gulped and reached out her trembling free hand for the shaft. She touched it briefly with a few fingers, before jerking her hand back at how hot it was to touch. "It's so warm," she whispered in surprise, before she went all the way, putting her hand around it. "Thi-this is the first one I've ever..." she said, not to Jack specifically, but to herself in amazement. Without any words or prompting from Jack, she lowered her head and cautiously pressed her lips to the head. She slowly kissed down his shaft, imitating what she had seen Danielle do earlier. "Am-am I doing it right?" she asked, looking up at Jack, who was noticeably breathing heavier now. "You're doing just fine, Dana," he said, wondering how far she would take this. "I'm...um...going to suck it now?" she asked him, herself not sure what to do next really. "Only if you want to," Jack said. The preteen looked at his cock for a moment, the head swollen and leaking precum. It was rather intimidating, especially to an innocent first-timer like Dana. She took a deep breath, as though she was about to go under water and put her mouth around his shaft. Jack groaned as she took him in, her soft, wet tongue on one side, the roof of her mouth on the other. She jerked her head off of him when she heard him groan and looked at him with worry. "Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?" "No, Dana, not at all. It felt great. Do you like it?" She thought for a moment. "I guess...if I do it again am I going to make you squirt?" "If you keep doing it, yeah, I will." Dana thought about that a little. "Uh, will you tell me when it's going to happen? I don't know if I want you to sperm in my mouth..." "Sure, I'll tell you," Jack consented. As sexy as he found it to cum in a girl's mouth, he understood Dana's reluctance at the idea. "Try sucking on it like a lollipop," he suggested. Dana nodded at the advice and went down on him once again. Unlike last time when she simply put her mouth around it, she now tightened her lips around the shaft and sucked on it like a straw. "Ungh...yeah, just like that honey...move up and down on it too," he coached, and as she complied, he knew it wouldn't be long. He'd been hard virtually ever since he looked in the bedroom, and the constant visual stimulation plus Danielle's kisses had primed the pump. He felt Dana's tongue slather the ridge of his cock head and moaned, rolling his head back. The old familiar sensation flowed throughout his cock and he did his best to warn her. "Oh god, Dana...Dana...I'm gonna-" he had intended to finish the sentence with the word 'cum,' but instead he performed the act against the back of her mouth. Dana pulled off and opened her mouth to complain about not being warned sooner, but instead received a hot sticky surprise laid vertically across her lips, from the tip of her nose to her chin. She sat back, narrowly avoiding the third of Jack's 5 primary eruptions. She watched him grab and pump his glistening cock, getting his money's worth out of her first ever blowjob. As he came down from one of the best orgasm he'd had in the last few years, Dana was tasting the fluids of her labor. Almost immediately, she made a face at the stuff, which Jack noticed and couldn't help chuckling at. "It's not funny!" she said indignantly. "I told you to warn me before you shot it." "I'm sorry, Dana. I tried, but it just came too fast." She frowned at him, not completely accepting his apology, but she knew herself that orgasms had a way of sneaking up on people. "So...you can't hold it back, like pee then?" she asked, having thought differently ever since she first learned the meaning of the word 'ejaculate.' "Not really, no," he answered. "Guys can only control it so much, and we fight it as much as possible, but when it gets too intense, nothing's gonna stop it." That made Dana feel rather proud of herself, that she had bested Jack's self control and had forced him to orgasm. It also got her horny again, prompting her to caress her already damp panties. She watched Jack pull off his shirt, and use it to wipe up the cum on his cock, causing her to remember that she still had some on her face. She thought of using her shirt in a similar manner, but what would she tell her mom when it was laundry time? She decided the taste wasn't TOO bad, and licked her lips clean, scooping up what she couldn't reach on her chin with her hand. "I guess I should go home," she said. "I'm sure mom will get ideas about why I've been over here so long. She, uh, gave me 'the talk' the other day...not that I didn't already have your cock on my mind," she quipped with a wink. With that, she gave Jack a kiss on the cheek and walked past him towards the front door. Jack caught a whiff of her body as she passed him, smelling strongly of pussy. "You're not going home like that, are you?" he asked, not only referring to her smelling and looking like sex, but that she was rather scantily dressed, and the panties she was wearing were soaked and had camel toed nicely to her vulva. She looked down at herself and realized he was right. With little hesitation, and much blushing and grinning, she peeled them off and tossed them to Jack on the couch. "Mind if I use your shower?" she asked, giggling. She didn't wait for an answer and ran off to the bathroom, leaving a naked Jack on the couch with a nice memento of her visit this afternoon. =7= After Dana had showered, dressed, and gone home, Jack went into the bedroom where Danielle was still peacefully sleeping. He sat down at his computer and browsed around a little until she woke up. As she sat up and stretched, the blanket fell down uncovering her preteen chest. "Dana go home?" she asked with a slight yawn. "Yeah, she figured she had better so her mom didn't come looking for her." He noticed Danielle's mood change from sleepy- neutral to sleepy-melancholy as she processed his reply. "What's wrong?" "I want to see mom," she said. Jack shook his head. "We shouldn't, Danielle. Detective Wilson said Mike might be dangerous and we don't want him to find out you're here." "But..." "No, sorry. I won't endanger you, me, or Dana and her family." "He won't be there, I promise! He's never there at certain times. We can go, and I can see mom, and we'll get out of there before anybody knows it. Please." Jack looked at her and saw determination in her face. "If you don't take me, I'll go alone," she threatened. "I'll go to the highway, and get a car to stop for me, probably by flashing my tits or pussy and I'll probably get raped or something by whomever picks me up, but one way or another, I'm gonna see mom." She threw the blanket off and went for some of the clothes on the floor. "Danielle..." Jack said, getting up from his chair and going over to where she was stepping into a pair of panties. He took her arm and she fought him away. "I'll scream, get your neighbors to come over, and that'll be a big problem for you, won't it?" she said defiantly, pushing past him for a bra and a top. Jack had to admit, she had more power than he did in this situation, and could pretty easily convince somebody that he was doing illegal things with her. "Are you sure he won't be there?" Jack asked with a sigh. Danielle turned to him and smiled. The mostly naked girl hugged him tightly and looked up at him. "Positive." "When?" "This evening. He comes by about 5, and is gone until about 8 or 9." Jack looked at the clock; it was only 1:30. "Ok, I guess we get to kill some time then," he said, sitting back down at the computer. "You should go take a shower, and we'll hit the mall...does he ever go there?" "Nope, not that I've seen anyways. I have seen him hanging around school and at parks watching kids though." Jack shuddered at the thought; no doubt Mike was looking for more little girls to dehumanize. "So, you wanna go shower with me?" she asked point- blank, tugging her panties off. "I never did get to finish thanking you earlier, you know..." She licked her lips to punctuate the offer. "Oh, uh, well, Dana kinda did that..." Jack said, regretting it as soon as Danielle's face fell. "You fuck her?" Danielle asked, sounding more like an accusation than a question. "No...no, she just gave me head." That seemed to appease Danielle a little, but she still seemed put off by the info. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me," she said and left the room. Jack sighed and shook his head, more at his own behavior than at her jealousy. He should have known better than to tell her...but she had offered Dana the chance earlier, hadn't she? '...you've become incredibly special to Danielle.' Detective Wilson's words from earlier went through his mind and he sighed again at his own insensitivity to Danielle's feelings towards him. It was just that she had been abused and used constantly and he didn't want to...to do what? It wasn't as if he'd be repeating her abuse as she seemed to be actively looking for some sexual attention from him. It was just a shower, anyways. A little mutual erotic bathing couldn't hurt, and besides, she needed a little love. He heard the water go on in the bathroom and muttered to himself, "I can't believe I'm about to do this," as he undressed. She had left the bathroom door open and he walked right in, noticing her blurred form on the other side of the frosted glass on the shower door. He heard her crying on the other side, and wondered if perhaps he should just let her be alone for now. That wouldn't solve anything though. He reached out, took the door's handle, and pulled it open, the latch clicking. Danielle spun, startled by the noise, and looked at Jack, her tears hidden by the falling water. Jack got in with her, and they just looked at each other, neither sure what to make of the moment. Finally Jack did what he came to do. "I'm sorry, Dani," he said, hugging her naked body with his. She responded by putting her arms around him and just holding on tightly. He heard her say something, but she was too quiet about it and the sound of the water falling on them drowned it out. "What'd you say?" he asked. She let go and looked up at him, staring straight into his eyes. "I love you, Jack." Jack didn't know how to respond to that. He could argue with her that she was just emotionally attached to him because of the last few days. He couldn't respond to her with the same words either, because...well, he didn't know if he loved her. He certainly felt fatherly and protective toward her, but love...that was a big step in their 3-day old relationship. He took what felt like the most non-committal, yet positive, action available to him at the moment, though he was certain she would misinterpret it, and kissed her forehead. She melted against him and they just held each other in the running water. The rest of the shower went surprisingly without much sex play. She would tease and make comments to him about his erection, even going so far as to flick it and laugh as it bounced around. Jack controlled himself when it came to soaping up and rinsing her body, but that didn't stop Danielle from moaning happily as he washed her breasts, cunny, and ass. When they had finished, smiling and happy with each other, Jack shut off the water and led Danielle out of the stall. She had started to go for a towel when he stopped her. Puzzled and shivering from the droplets covering her body, the nude girl opened her mouth to ask when he took the towel and started to dry her hair. She realized Jack was giving her the full service treatment, and beamed as he wiped the water from her. He kneeled down before her to dry her legs and found himself staring at her bald pudenda. Looking at it, he thought of all the trauma she had endured at this spot on her body. How for the last 5 years this part of her being was the focus of her abuser. Unlike other girls her age, who had grown up with privacy and treated humanely and had discovered the joy they could create in this place, Danielle had only hurt and sadness between her legs. Given such an upbringing, he doubted she'd ever actually masturbated, and doubted even more that she could reach orgasm without some sort of therapy. Without really thinking about it, he leaned in and kissed the top of her mound. Danielle was shocked. Here was a guy who only yesterday insisted that they not do anything sexual with each other, and now he was kissing her below the belt. "Jack..." Her words snapped him out of his contemplation of her problems, and he too looked pretty surprised by what he had just done. He stood up and started to dry himself with the towel. "You should go get dressed, Dani," he said, turning away from her. "Ok," she said, touching a hand to the spot he had kissed, as though she was checking to see if it was real. "Uh...Jack?" "Yeah?" he responded, without turning around. "Thank you." With that she hurried off to the bedroom to dress. Jack looked at himself in the mirror, and then down at his hands, which had just been all over the girl. As wrong as so much of this had felt in the beginning, things were now starting to feel right to him. His touching her wasn't as horrible an act as his mind had made it a few days ago. If anything, he felt he was giving her great joy by accepting whatever intimacy she was offering him. His hands weren't those of a child molester, but of a child lover...Danielle's lover. **** To Jack it was a lot like a first date...only the pair received several more glances from other people than a typical couple might. The two ate at the table where Jack had first spotted her, Danielle even went so far as to recreate the moment. Jack noticed he wasn't the only male in the food court that was watching her as she flirted across the room, but her eyes and smile were only for him. She was barely able to control the giggles as she walked over to him and repeated the first words she had said 6 weeks earlier. "Like what you see, mister?" She then skipped a few lines in the script and lifted her short skirt, though this time she was panty clad. Not that it mattered really, as the panties were pretty tight against her pubis. "Dani, other people are looking," Jack scolded playfully. The little nymph put on a pout and sat down across from him. "Why are you calling me that now? 'Dani.'" she asked of his newly preferred shortening of her name. "I dunno...I guess because I'm too lazy to say your entire name?" he offered sticking his tongue out briefly. "I can stop if you want me to..." "NO!" she said pretty loud, which drew a few glances from the tables around them. "No no, I like it...it's like that's my name just for you," she commented with a blush. They ate and then hit the shops. Jack was dragged into all manner of trendy clothing stores by the young girl, who, until now, had only looked at the clothes in there, but now Jack was giving her the opportunity to own some of them. He refused, however, to follow her into Victoria's Secret given the obvious age difference between then and how that would appear to other people. He did however give her a $50 bill and sat outside as she browsed for something he was sure she'd show him later. While he sat there, a pair of girls, who looked even younger than Danielle, came swiftly out of the store, a small Victoria's Secret bag in hand, giggling and blushing like mad. Jack couldn't help watching them as they ran giggling down the mall, his mind making the most of the what, when, and where those two were planning with the small bag. They disappeared around the corner and Jack turned his attention back to the store, where Danielle was standing, bag in hand, and was looking at him with a knowing smile. "You're such a pervert, Jack," she teased before leaning in and whispering, "I think they were 'playing' in the dressing room," indicating the meaning behind her choice of words with a wink. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to a stand to go on with their shopping spree. Five bags, and nearly $400 later, Jack and Danielle were on the other end of the mall from where they had started in one of the large department stores. Jack was just following where she went, which was usually to the junior miss department, but for some reason she was in a much more adult section...maternity wear? Did she know something Jack didn't? "Uh, Dani, where are you going?" he asked. She responded with a plotting smile and grabbed him by the hand. Jack looked around, hoping nobody was there to think the kind of thoughts one might when watching a young girl lead a much older man through maternity clothes. He noticed she was heading for what looked at first like a dressing room, but it quickly dawned on him why they were here. Inside the family restroom, Jack hoped whomever might have been monitoring the entrance on the security cameras had bad eyesight. Danielle led him into one of the toilet stalls and started to unfasten his pants. "I really don't think-" "Shush you. I want to finish what I started earlier," she said, freeing his half-hard cock. She gave it a gentle squeeze and felt it grow in her hand before she knelt down and slipped her lips over the head. "Oh god, Dani..." he said a little louder than was probably wise, but he hadn't seen anybody else in the diaper changing portion of the restroom. Unlike Dana, who's mouth had been virgin and needed some coaching, Danielle was obviously more skilled despite the situation that had forced her to learn how. Jack closed his eyes and put his hand on the top of her head, not to force her movements, but more to steady himself and feel the movements of her head as she swirled the head of his cock with her tongue. Her lips slid down the length of the shaft and he felt with amazement as he entered her throat. Jack was glad Dana had blown him earlier, or else he probably would have pumped Danielle's stomach full right then. Jack opened his eyes and looked down at his fellator. Her lips were around the base of his cock, and her eyes were turned up at him. Although he had often thought such a scene would be incredibly erotic, there was something in her eyes that was less so. Tears began to stream out of the corners of them, and Jack first worry was that she had taken him in too deep and it hurt, but it wasn't pain he was seeing on her face. It was more like fear. "Dani, what's wrong?" he asked, his concern for her overriding sexual arousal and made his penis start to go limp in her mouth. He watched as she franticly tired to suck and lick it back, but the sadness got the better of her and she gave up sobbing on her knees. Jack didn't bother pulling his pants back up as he sank to his knees to be with her and to hold her tight. As she cried into his shoulder, he could feel that she was mad and disappointed as well as distressed. "I thought I could do it..." she said. "I thought I could make you come, but I started to...it was just like all the other times...it felt the same..." Jack realized what she was trying to say. Just as she had backed out of the deal with the man at the mall two weeks ago, her past traumas had resurfaced now. "It's ok, Dani. Don't push yourself, it'll take time, but you'll be better soon, I promise," he comforted, kissing her cheek. She pulled back from him, a late tear rolling down her face before she suddenly kissed him on the lips. Jack broke it off in surprise, and immediately felt bad when he saw the look of uncertainty on her face. "I meant what I said earlier, Jack...I love you." "Dani..." "I do. I really do. You're everything to me. As soon as I saw you on the other side of that door, I knew you'd save me. I love you, Jack. I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!" and she kissed him again very forcefully. Jack didn't resist her, though he didn't feel like he should encourage her by returning the kiss. Danielle noticed his lack of response and backed off, looking like she might begin crying again. "I am I not pretty enough for you? Are my boobs too small? Is it because of what Mike did? Because I've been used already? What is it Jack? Why-" "I'm scared, Dani," he said, causing her to fall silent. "I'm scared of Mike finding us. I'm scared of somebody finding out about you. I'm scared that if you and I...if we...what happens when this is all over, Dani? I can't support both of us. What if my parents come to visit? What will I tell them? My neighbors? My friends? 'By the way, I adopted a sexual abuse victim because she's a total nympho?' I care for you, but...I don't know if I can love you like you want me to...not after only 3 days of knowing each other." He watched her, saw a tear roll down her cheek, which he attempted to wipe away before she stopped his hand with her own. Danielle closed her eyes, seemed to gather herself, and stood up. "Pull up your pants, Jack. I want to go see my mom," she said flatly before turning and leaving the stall. Jack hung his head as she disappeared before getting on his feet and pulling his pants up. He knew he had to say what he did, but he couldn't help feeling awful about it. =8= The drive to the motel was a quiet uncomfortable one. Neither of them wanted to say anything about what had happened in the restroom, Jack because he didn't want to upset her, and Danielle because she didn't want to think about it. Pulling into the parking lot, she looked around quickly at the other cars. "He's not here," she said, breaking the nearly 20 minute silence since they had left the mall. "Told you he wouldn't be." She got out of the car as soon as he parked it and ran to one of the ground floor apartments. Jack wondered what she was doing, but as soon as the door opened, he realized who lived there. It was the same girl that he had encountered on his first trip here, though she was wearing a lot less makeup. He was wondering if he should get out of the car and make his presence known, when Danielle pointed him out to the girl. Jack recalled how coarse she had been with him that night, and was sort of surprised when she waved at him instead with a sort of half-smile. The two girls talked briefly before the older one disappeared into the room and returned after a few seconds, handing Danielle a small object. They hugged and kissed each other on the cheek before Danielle turned back to Jack and the door closed. Danielle motioned to Jack to come with her and he got out of the car, hoping Mike hadn't gotten a newer car Danielle wasn't familiar with and wouldn't be inside. He caught up to Danielle on the upper landing, where she was on her knees working a small tool in the lock. She saw him looking at what she was doing and explained. "I don't have a key, so I had to learn how to pick the lock. It's pretty easy and Mike doesn't give a shit." The lock clicked and the door swung open into a dark room. Danielle went inside first, while Jack was afraid to follow. He saw the light go on, and Danielle called to him, "Get in here, and close the door." He figured that meant all was clear and he headed in after her, pulling the door shut behind him, his mouth hanging open at what he saw. The room was a mess. Nearly every surface in the room had some kind of stain or burn mark on it. There was a small mattress on the floor next to the bed, which had a rather large old dried blood stain on it. A pile of clothes lay near by on the floor along with a tattered old backpack. From there, Mike's eye went to the big bed, on which lay a woman, who reminded him of a recent news story about a woman in a vegetable-like-state. He saw that she was covered by only a very small dirty blanket and was fed by a nearby I.V. line. He watched Danielle go to the bed and kiss the woman on the cheek. "I'm home, mommy," she said, pulling the sheet off of her. Jack had to look away from the woman's atrophied body, but saw enough to know that she wore an adult diaper. He heard the woman moan hollowly and the noise of the tape on the diaper being pulled. "That's Jack, mommy," Danielle said as she tended to cleaning her mother. "He's helping me and he's really nice, not at all like Mike is." Jack looked over his shoulder, despite his better judgment, and felt his jaw tremble watching Danielle attentively cleaning her mother's privates with a wet-wipe. He felt his stomach churn when he noticed the bloody fecal smeared diaper on the bed near Danielle. It seemed the garment not only served to catch the woman's waste, but also doubled as a menstrual pad. "I-I'm gonna use your bathroom," Jack said, turning towards where he hoped was the bathroom and hurried over there with a determined stride. Danielle voiced her acknowledgement, but Jack barely heard it as he tried to keep himself from vomiting. If the apartment had one saving grace, it was that the bathroom was relatively much cleaner than the rest was. Jack fell to his knees in front of the bowl and took long breaths as he tried to settle his stomach. He now understood why Danielle kept coming back here. If she didn't return, her mother would be totally neglected and most likely die in her own filth. Hell, it was a miracle that she was alive at all. But certainly Danielle couldn't have cared for an invalid as far gone as her mother was for 5 whole years. "Are you ok?" came Danielle's voice from behind Jack. He turned to face her as she stepped up to the sink and started to wash her hands. "H-how long has she been like that?" he asked. "About two years," she answered. "In some ways, it's better than before, when she was just wasted all the time. Jessie thinks it's because of all the drugs that my mom got like this." "Jessie?" "The girl I got the lock pick from in the downstairs apartment," Danielle explained. "She knows a lot about what's going on, but won't say anything to the cops because of what Mike might do to me and mom. She helps sometimes, but she usually can't take it very long before she has to go outside or runs in here like you are now." Jack couldn't blame Jessie for that. It was a fairly disturbing scene in the other room. It certainly explained a lot about how grown up Danielle acted sometimes. "I gotta pee," Danielle said, and Jack nodded and got up from in front of the bowl. Just as the girl reached under her skirt to pull down her panties, they heard the front door open. "You in here, you little cunt?!" shouted a voice from the other room. Danielle froze with a terrified look on her face. "Stay here," she told Jack and left him in the bathroom alone. Jack looked around for a place to hide and decided on the shower, pulling the curtain slowly to hide himself. All he could do now was stay quiet and listen. "Yeah, I was washing my hands." "Where'd you get those clothes?" "Uh...I, uh, I stole them." "The fuck...you steal the panties too?" Jack heard a ripping sound. "Yes." There was a slap. "You know I don't allow those, little cunt." "I'm sorry." Danielle didn't sound very sorry. She yelped, and Jack felt the urge to bolt from his hiding spot and save her, but Danielle had said Mike carried a gun with him. He heard another ripping noise, this one much longer than the first. "I don't allow these either, not that you've got the tits to need one." Again there was a slap, followed by the sound of a body falling to the floor. "Take it off. All of it!" Jack had expected to hear Danielle crying by now, but there was no such sound. A few moments passed before he heard another slapping sound, and Danielle yell briefly again. "You're lucky I don't fuck you right here and now. You see little cunt, I've been saving you for a few friends of mine. They'll pay me a whole shitload of cash for your cherry...or at least the tight hole it used to be in." Danielle cried out suddenly. "I-I need to pee," she said. Jack heard her cry out again. "Fine, go. I don't want you pissing all over the floor." Jack heard her approaching the bathroom, which had no closeable door, probably to keep her from locking herself inside. He heard her feet on the linoleum floor of the bathroom and he looked around the shower curtain at her. She was fully nude and had an embarrassed, defeated, humiliated look on her face as she sat on the toilet. She glanced at him in the shower briefly, but couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with him. She looked up suddenly at the doorway, and Jack had a good feeling he knew what she was looking at. "I don't hear you pissing," said Mike's voice, now very near to where Jack was hiding. From where he sat, he could see most of Danielle's near side and half her face. He saw Danielle spread her legs, probably to show Mike that she was indeed urinating. "Suck me off while you're at it," Mike said before Jack heard a zipper being pulled and pants fall to the floor. Mike's backside came into view and Danielle obediently put her mouth around his cock. No sooner had she done so, than Mike grabbed her by the hair and shoved it down her throat. Jack saw Danielle fight the tears as her mouth was raped. "Are you done?" Mike asked her, not doing anything to let her answer with words. Danielle did her best to nod that she was, and had her mouth vacated and she was hauled off the toilet in one motion to be taken back to the other room. Jack sigh and relaxed. "On the bed, knees up, spread 'em," Mike directed. "Yeah, like that...open your...yeah, you know what I want, don't you cunt?" Jack heard Danielle squeal and thought for an instant that Mike had actually gone and fucked her. "If you think my fingers are bad, just wait till you get two dicks at once in your pussy...or your ass," Mike taunted. "Sit up. Suck it." Jack heard nothing for the next few minutes other than the occasional moan or grunt from Mike, followed by appreciative swearing. Finally, Mike gave a shout, followed by a gasp for air from Danielle. "Oh yeah, take that, you little cunt. Rub it in." Jack had a fairly good idea what Danielle was rubbing in where. "Yeah, you look like such a little slut, but I bet you're used to that when you suck cocks for cash." He knew about that? Danielle certainly hadn't told Jack that Mike knew anything about it. Jack heard footsteps come into the bathroom again and saw Mike take up position in front of the toilet. He watched him relieve himself, wipe the saliva and traces of cum off his limp dick and then turn and pick up the discarded pants from the floor. "I'll be back this weekend, cunt. You be here, or I'm going over to your friend's house to look for you, and if you aren't there, she might get her cherry popped instead. Clean your pussy out too. My friends don't want to be sliding around in my jizz in there." With that, Jack heard the door open and close and Danielle began to cry in the other room. Jack bolted from the tub and hurried to Danielle's side. There was semen on her face, in her hair, and was smeared from her chest down onto, and concentrated on, her vulva. Her mother lay on the bed not far away looking vacantly at them. If Jack didn't know better, she appeared concerned for Danielle, but that illusion was gone as soon as something else in the room caught her gaze. "Don't..." Danielle said, sitting up. "You don't want to get any of this on you. I don't want you to get any of him on you." Jack watched her get up from the bed, and walk into the bathroom, where he heard the shower go on. He noticed on the floor the remains of the clothes Danielle had been wearing. The panties were ripped, likely straight off her body as soon as Mike had seen them. The top she had worn, borrowed from Dana, was in tatters as well and lay next to the skirt and a ripped apart training bra. He picked the bra up and recognized it as one of the few that he had purchased for her that first night. Jack looked over at Danielle's mother, for whom ignorance was almost certainly bliss in this situation. "I'm sorry," he told her, feeling responsible for bringing Danielle back here. Jack went into the bathroom, where his presence would be more useful and saw that Danielle had not bothered to pull the shower curtain closed. She was sitting in the tub, curled into the fetal position crying as the water washed over her. Jack closed the toilet lid and sat down. Watching Danielle like this just filled him with anger towards Mike, more so than he had felt when she told him about her past. Being present while she had been assaulted and used had made her pain and tragedy more than just a sad story to Jack. It made it personal. Jack looked at his hands, one of which still grasped the torn bra. Although he felt that he needed to appear strong for her to lean on him, it was just too overwhelming and Jack began to cry, putting his face in his hands. He had never felt more useless in his entire life. =9= Danielle had cried until the shower ran cold. The episode had left her emotionally drained and she had relied on Jack to dry her, dress her, and assist her out to the car. She fell asleep on the ride home and had to be carried inside and laid on the bed. Jack knew he'd get a tongue lashing, perhaps even charged with child endangerment, but he phoned Detective Wilson and filled her in on what had happened and the threat Mike had made towards Dana's family. She told him not to worry and said that the neighborhood would have an increased police presence. She also hinted that something was in the works and that he wouldn't have to worry about Mike too much longer. He hung up the phone feeling relieved that Dana was being watched, but still very guilty for tonight's assault. He went back into the bedroom where Danielle was peacefully curled up on the bed, sleeping. The position she was in gave Jack full view of her bottom and her thighs, between which the lips of her sex lay. She had been brought home without underwear as there had been none in the apartment for her and the pair she had been wearing were ruined. Under different circumstances, he probably would have been aroused to look at a young girl like this, but it was just a painful reminder now. He thought about putting some on her now, but he didn't want to disturb her sleep or even make her think that Mike was assaulting her while she slept. "Da...nnnnnn...mmmmmm..." she mumbled in her sleep. Jack yawned, and looked at the clock. It was almost 9pm, when he usually went to bed. He phoned his work and left a message on the machine that he would be taking another day off tomorrow. He went back to the bedroom and undressed to bed down for the night, but before he could get under the covers he had to get Danielle under them first. He pulled back the sheets on the side of the bed she wasn't on and then picked her up. She woke up in his arms and wrapped them around his waist. "I thought...for a moment...you were..." she trailed off, and Jack was almost sure she'd say 'Mike,' but she surprised him. "...Daddy." "Was that who you were dreaming about?" he asked, laying her down where he had pulled the sheets back. "Yeah. I was remembering the last time I saw him. He was just about to leave on the business trip." She pulled the covers up to her chin and Jack got into the bed next to her. She moved up next to him and laid her head on his chest. "He was reading to me, and I was laying on him just like this. He was so warm, and it felt so nice to just be there with him. When the book was finished, I sat up and he kissed my forehead and told me how special I was to him and how much he loved me. I told him, 'I love you too, Daddy' and surprised the hell out of him by kissing him on the lips." Danielle couldn't help laughing at the memory and how she had such a different take on it now that she was older. "Thinking about it now, it's sort of like he knew he wouldn't be coming home to us. What he said to me and then later him and mom..." Jack, who had been stroking her hair as she talked felt her cheek warm. "I saw them. That was the first time I'd ever seen sex. I couldn't sleep, so I went to their room and I watched from outside the door. They were both moaning and saying 'naughty' words and saying how much they loved each other. I didn't really understand completely at the time...I mean, I knew all about the penis going in the vagina stuff, but the rest..." She looked up at Jack. "Ya know?" "Yeah, I know." "Um...Jack?" she asked, looking a little worried. "Yeah, Dani?" "I can sleep with you tonight, right?" Jack was slightly confused by the question. "Yeah, sure...why did you think you couldn't?" "Cuz I'm not wearing panties, and you told me-" she was stopped from reminding him of his prior ruling by a finger placed on her lips. "It's ok, Dani. It's ok for tonight." She smiled warmly at him and soon fell asleep. Before Jack could slip off to dreamland with her, he heard her sleepily mumble. "Daaddy...love ya..." "Love you too, honey," he said, filling the role, and watched the edges of her lips subtly curl upwards. Jack didn't contemplate if she was awake or not for their little exchange as he too fell asleep shortly. **** The morning alarm was met with a quick hand to the snooze button. Jack sat up and found himself alone in the bed. He pushed back the covers and as he was about to swing his legs to the side and get up, he noticed what appeared to be a fresh blood stain next to him where Danielle had been. He bolted out of bed and called her name. A reply came from just down the hall in the bathroom where he found her sitting on the toilet with only a t-shirt on. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Uh, yeah...I uh...I think I started...it." "Started...?" Jack had a dumb look on his face for all of a second before he put the pieces together. "Oh...oh!" "Yeah...could you, uh...get me something for this?" she asked him, embarrassed. "S-sure...what do I...what do you want?" "You know, like a tampon or something," she replied rather annoyed. "Right, right...uh, don't go anywhere," he said, realizing how stupid that sounded as soon as he said it. He went back to the bedroom to get some pants on when he heard the doorbell. "BE RIGHT THERE!" he yelled, hopping around on one foot while fighting with the twisted leg of the pants. He hurried to the door and was greeted by Dana on the other side. "Hi Jack! Is Danielle up yet?" "Yeah, uh, Dana?" he said, letting her inside. "What is it?" "Um, do you uh...Danielle...she got..." he fumbled with the words, not wanting to embarrass Dana. "You know how girls...every month..." "Her period?" Dana asked bluntly. "Yes," Jack said, relieved. "She's in the bathroom," he gestured towards the hallway, and Dana nodded heading there. Jack followed her to the bathroom, but was stopped by her at the doorway. "Girls only. Wait here," she ordered him, shutting the door in his face. Jack sighed satisfied that things were well in hand and went to the bedroom to pull the sheets off the bed and take them to the washer. He was carrying them down the hallway when the bathroom door opened and Dana came out, shutting it behind her. "I'm gonna run home real quick, then I'll be right back." "Oh, ok...should I...?" he asked, pointing at the bathroom door. "No, don't worry about her. She's just really embarrassed right now," Dana said and left. Jack was about to continue on to the laundry room when Danielle called him name from the other side of the door. "Jack?" "Yeah Dani?" "I'm sorry...about the sheets..." "It's ok, don't worry about them. They can be washed. Is uh, is Dana taking care of everything?" "Yeah..." "Alright, well...I'll see you when you two are done then." "Ok..." 'And I thought I was useless last night,' he thought wryly to himself. "Jack?" "Yeah?" "I didn't tell Dana about last night, but uh...could you go to the store and get me a test?" "Test?" "A pregnancy test..." 'Oh shit,' thought Jack. He hadn't even considered that. True she was having her period now, but one thing that was drilled into him in high school sex ed was that it was never an indicator that everything was just fine. "Yeah, ok...I'm sure it'll be ok, Dani..." "Thanks Jack..." she said finally, falling silent on the other side and leaving Jack to contemplate such things as he headed to the washer. As soon as Dana returned with some feminine supplies for Danielle, and told Jack what to buy, he left for the store. 'So this is what it feels like to be married,' he joked to himself as he browsed the isle, getting more than a few amused smirks from other women who were there among him. Pads, tampons, a pregnancy test...he looked over the contents of the basket in his hand and realized something else that might be a really good idea for him to pick up. One box of condoms later, his public humiliation was over and he was heading back home. Inside he found Danielle and Dana at the table having breakfast. He held up the brown sack and proclaimed, "Got 'em." This turned Danielle red and made Dana giggle and shake her head. "Sorry," he said. "I'll just take these to the bathroom," and he made a quick exit. He stashed the pregnancy tests and the condoms somewhere he hoped Dana wouldn't find them, and the rest went under the sink. He came back out and the two girls were depositing their dishes in the sink. "We're gonna go over to Dana's house," Danielle said. "Oh, ok." "You can come too, Jack," Dana offered, emphasizing the word 'come' with a grin. As much as Jack would love to get in on a preteen threesome, he had a feeling that Danielle wasn't feeling up to it. "Thanks, but no. I've got some things to do around the house that I've been putting off. You two have fun." He kissed Danielle and Dana both on the foreheads and the two of them left, with Danielle giving Jack a lingering look as she walked out the door. Jack felt similar to how he had Monday when he left Danielle home alone, worried about her, but not as much since she was with Dana. With the two of them gone, Jack spent the morning doing the laundry, washing dishes, vacuuming, and paying some bills, all of which had gone on the backburner since Danielle had shown up. By noon, Danielle hadn't come home yet, so Jack went next door. He had to ring the doorbell more than once before Dana answered it. Her face was flushed and Jack could easily see her nipples pressing against the t-shirt she was wearing. "Catch you at a bad time?" he asked her. She playfully hit him and let him inside. As soon as the door was closed, she whipped off the shirt and peeled off her panties. She led Jack to her room where Danielle was laying on the bed, also undressed. Jack couldn't help noticing a white string emerging from her vulva. "Sorry to interrupt, ladies," he said as Dana lay down next to Danielle and sucked on her breast. "I, uh, was wondering if you two were hungry and wanted to go out to lunch." He felt like making a crack about how it appeared they had already found something else to eat, but Dana beat him to it. "I've already got a mouthful here, Jack." Her comment had both her and Danielle giggling. "I can see that...but seriously, get some clothes on and let's hit a restaurant before the two of you pass out between each other's thighs." Both girls laughed at that and got up from the bed and got dressed. The three headed off to a nearby family diner, and had a spirited lunch together, full of very thinly veiled innuendo from both girls. Jack was a little surprised at how Danielle seemed to have bounced back from last night, but he figured that to her it was something of a routine and she had found her own ways to deal with the assault. When they got home, rather than heading back to Dana's house, the two girls came inside with Jack. "You guys need something?" he asked. "Dessert," Dana said winking at him and reaching for his pants. Jack looked at Danielle who looked much less eager than Dana was, no doubt due to her break down at the mall last night. The two seemed to have swapped roles in the last 24 hours: Dana was now insufferably horny and Danielle was demure. Dana had him half unzipped before he put an end to it. "No Dana." "Wha--?" she asked in surprise. "I was gonna let Danielle do it..." she said looking back at Danielle who looked very uncomfortable. Dana now felt incredibly awkward being in the minority. "I, uh...my mom will be home soon...I should go..." she said and started to make her exit. Jack put his hand on her shoulder stopping her from getting too far. "You don't have to go, Dana. I just think that Dani and I are a little...sexed out," he said, looking back at Danielle who came forward and wrapped her arms around Dana. "Stay with me," she said. "I really like spending time with you." She kissed Dana full on the lips, which melted away much of the tension in the room. Jack hugged the two of them before turning towards the door "You girls can have the house to yourselves. I'm gonna head into work for the afternoon and catch up a little. I'll be back soon." "Ok, Jack," they said in unison before laughing at themselves. Danielle ran over and hugged him as well before he left. "Remember, keep the door locked," he told her. "I will," she assured him. **** Jack got home shortly after 6 and was greeted by an enthusiastic Danielle who practically tackled him as soon as he got inside. "Hey there, what's got you all-" he fell slient as she held a plastic stick in front of his face with a very clearly defined pink 'minus' symbol on it. "I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!" she said excitedly. She told him how Dana had found the test (so much for his attempt to hide it) and after coming to the incorrect conclusion that Jack was responsible (he had hidden it with the condoms after all) Danielle told her about last night. At Dana's urging, Danielle took the test and the duo were happily relieved after several minutes of tense silence. "Jack?" "Yeah, Dani?" "Are you going to have sex with me? I saw the condoms, so I thought you might be planning..." "I don't know. At the store, I saw them, and I just thought that with all the things you and Dana seem insistent on doing to me and to each other, it would be better to be safe than sorry...especially since you can get pregnant now. Also..." Jack wondered if he should continue, seeing as how he was about to go into what could become a very touchy subject. "Also what?" "Well...there's the chance that Mike might have given you something..." "Gave me something?" "Safe sex isn't just about preventing pregnancy, Dani. There's no telling what Mike could have exposed you to over the last 5 years." Danielle just stared at him confused, but soon realized what he was so worried about and began to shake. "Oh my god...you think that I might have..." "I don't know, I don't know, but it's a definite possibility. Now some of the tests that Detective Wilson did yesterday would tell us if you were...infected with anything." Jack felt immediate regret when he looked at Danielle's pale scared face. "I didn't think...oh my god, I put your dick in my mouth..." she said, gradually becoming hysterical. "And Dana! I licked her and we were touching everywhere and..." She really started to panic now, prompting Jack to put his hands on her shoulders and hold her still. "Dani, calm down. Just calm down and tell me if you've felt...I don't know, sick at all." "No, I don't think so," she said. Her body was shaking so hard with fear that even Jack's arms were quivering. "Have you ever seen anything...um...growing on your pussy?" If there was a more delicate way to ask that, it had escaped Jack at the moment. It was certainly odd enough to cause Danielle to give him a very strange look. "Noooo..." she said shaking her head. "Does it hurt when you pee?" "No." "Ok, I think you're going to be just fine, but I think that we should wait...and so should you and Dana, for the test results before getting too worried about things." "Ok," she said, though her face betrayed what she was still thinking. Jack decided to change the subject and get her mind on more pleasant things. He led Danielle over to the couch and sat down, pulling her onto his lap. She snuggled up to his chest and he stroked her back. "So, uh, I've been wondering about something you told me when we first met at the mall. You said there was a boy you liked, he was older than you, right?" "Oh, yeah...Aaron." She smiled a little. "He's Jessie's boyfriend...and reallllly cute. He's the first guy I ever touched myself thinking of." She blushed at that, and Jack could feel her hot cheek through his shirt. "I see. Go on." "Well, uh, he's 18, tall, athletic...has a really nice cock..." she giggled. "You've seen it?" Jack asked, surprised. "Yeah. I was in Jessie's room one day and she told me to get in the closet and hide. I thought something was really wrong, like Mike was looking for me or something. So I hid, and watched Aaron come in the room and he started kissing Jessie and playing with her boobs and rubbing between her legs. I got scared, because I thought he was going to hurt her, but she kept saying 'yes, yes, don't stop'" Danielle moaned as she imitated Jessie. "Then she got down on her knees and pulled his pants off. It was...really big...bigger than Mike's, almost as big as you," she said looking up at him with a smile. "And she started licking it and kissing it, and putting it in her mouth. She looked like she really liked it, but when I would do it to Mike...it wasn't fun at all." Jack felt her slip a little towards unhappiness and kissed the top of her head. "It's ok, Dani. You don't have to say anymore if it'll make you sad." She shook her head and continued. "Jessie got the whole thing inside her mouth...I had no idea how she did that, and then she started moving her head back and forth on it, you know? Aaron was telling her how good it felt and how much he loved her and all this stuff, not at all like how Mike would talk to me. I felt my pussy start to get wet...kinda like I was peeing myself, but not messy. There was also this...tingly feeling and I just wanted to rub it, so I did. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed and it felt nice, but...it didn't feel like it looked like it made Jessie feel. "Anyways, he started talking about 'coming' and I didn't know why, because they weren't talking about going anywhere and I thought it was really weird. She pulled her mouth off it, took her shirt off, and jacked him off all over her boobs. I thought it was really gross at first because that's what Mike would do, but she was smiling and even licked him clean when he was done. He kissed her and left, and she called me out of the closet. She asked me if I liked watching that and I did because it was so different from Mike forcing me to do things. She asked if I was playing with myself and I told her no because it was kinda embarrassing, but I think she knew I was." "Did you ever watch them have sex?" Jack asked. "Once," she giggled. "But Jessie doesn't know I did." "So you're a peeper then?" Jack said, teasing her. She slapped him on the chest in annoyance. "You're the peeper, mister," she teased back. "Eyeing little girls at the mall!" "Guilty as charged," Jack sighed in defeat. "I want to like it, like Jessie did," Danielle said, "but yesterday...and with that guy 2 weeks ago...it was too much...it reminded me too much of Mike forcing himself..." She sat up and looked at Jack. "Why can't I like it, Jack? Why do I get so scared? I mean, it's you, and you're so totally the opposite of Mike, but I just can't..." "Dani...I'm not a psychiatrist or anything...but I think because Mike got you so scared when he would abuse you, it's kind of like your mind reacts the same when you get into similar situations." "But it's not the same! You heard how he treated me! He calls me 'bitch' and 'cunt' and he hits me! You're nothing like that!" she argued. "I know, but that doesn't matter. Your mind just kind of...has this thing where it makes you scared if you try to give somebody head. It's not your fault at all. Mike's the one that made you like this. He traumatized you, Dani. You said you couldn't feel really good when you were rubbing your pussy, right?" She nodded. "See, that's part of it. He never made you feel good when he would...would...touch you like that. It was always a bad feeling, and so you were sort of taught that it wasn't a good thing. Am I making any sense?" he asked, seeing her work through what he was saying in her mind. "Yeah, kind of...is that sort of why I act like a slut too sometimes?" "I think so, yes. When this is all over, I'd really like for you to go see somebody, a counselor, who can help you with some of these things." "Like a shrink?" she wrinkled her nose at the idea. "I'm not crazy, Jack." "No, no, I'm not saying you're crazy...just you've been through a lot at a really young age, and I think it would really help you to talk to somebody about it." "But I can talk to you!" "Yeah, but I'm just a peeper, remember?" he said, sticking his tongue out at her. "Do you think...do you think I'd be able to give you head without crying if I talked to somebody?" she asked. "...maybe...but you shouldn't tell them that's why you want therapy," he joked, causing her to laugh. She got up from his lap and stretched. "I'll be right back," she told him and went down the hall. She returned quickly, much too quickly to have gone to the bathroom or to have changed her tampon. What she did have, was a small reflective square in her hand. Jack thought it was tinfoil at first, but when she held it up and he could see the circular ridge inside it, he knew what it was. "What are you--?" he asked. "I want to try, Jack." "Sex? But you're having your..." "No," she said, blushing, "not that. I want to try to give you head." "Ok, but why the condom?" "I don't want to give you anything..." she explained. "Isn't it a little late for that? You've already had me in your mouth...twice." "I know...but you got these so we could be safe...and so I want to be safe with you, Jack." She got down on her knees in front of him and unfastened his pants. Jack assisted by lifting his bottom off the couch and Danielle pulled them off. She paused briefly, and Jack thought her trauma was getting to her already. "Dani...you ok?" "Y-yeah," she said, taking a deep breath. "Oh wow," she said as tears escaped her eyes. "I didn't think it'd happen so soon." "Dani, let's stop for now, we can tr-" "No! I'm going to do this," she insisted. "Just...give me a minute." She sat on the floor, breathing deeply, closing her eyes, centering herself. She wiped away the tears and pulled off his boxers. She stared at his penis for a moment, biting her lower lip and then reached out and took it in her hand. She stroked it slowly and just looked at it. Jack watched her and saw concentration on her face, as though she was telling herself that it was ok and wasn't causing her any anguish. After a few minutes she stopped and tore open the condom wrapper. "Ewwww," she said, holding it by two fingers. "It's all slimy!" She brought it up to her nose and sniffed it. "Doesn't smell too good either." "Well it doesn't go in your nose," Jack said and put out his hand. "Want me to put it on?" "No, I'll do it," she said, shaking it and causing it to unfold some. "Uh, how..." "Put it on top of the head, with the ring down, and then, you roll it on the rest of the way," he said, pointing to his glans. She gripped with another pair of fingers and placed it atop his cock, with precision one might expect to see from a factory production line machine. She pushed on the ring with her fingers and smiled with pride as she sheathed his erection in latex. "Like that?" "That's all there is to it," he said, never having thought he'd be teaching an 11-year old girl how to put a condom on. Danielle scooted forward a little, closer to him, but with a sort of pained look. "Your floor is hard," she said. She grabbed a pillow from the couch and put it under her knees. "Much better," she said and hovered her head nearer to him. She opened her mouth and enveloped the head, sucking on it. She lifted her mouth off of it and closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. "Ewwwwww! Tastes better with out the rubber," she said and put her mouth on it again. She gradually made her way down the shaft, pausing every so often to calm herself down. Once she was a little more than halfway, she started to cry and pulled off. "I'm sorry, Jack. I don't think I can do any more than that." She lay her head down on his thigh and stared at his penis, which was starting to droop. "It's ok, Dani, don't worry so much about it," he said, patting her head. She remained with her head on his thigh, but gripped his cock and started to stroke it. "I'm gonna at least make you cum," she said, straightening up and putting her other hand on it. "If I can't suck you, I'll jack you...Jack," she giggled at the joke she had made with his name. "Oh god, Dani..." Jack gasped. She was certainly enthusiastic about it. "Just think, Jack, in a few days, you can have my pussy on you," she coaxed. "All for you...my tight pussy, sucking the cum out of you." "Dani...Dani...feels so good...don't stop, gonna-" In a flash Danielle opened her mouth and took him into her mouth. Her lips plunged to the base of his shaft as he started to shoot his load into the rubber. "Oh god, oh yes...Dani!" Although he couldn't see her mouth since it was around the base of his cock, he could have sworn she was grinning. He finished his cum and Danielle pulled her mouth off of him, gagging slightly as the semen swollen tip on the condom exited her throat. "I did it," she announced, looking very pleased. She pulled the condom off and looked at what she had wrought. "So much of it..." she said, looking at it in wonder. "You look like you've never seen cum before," Jack told her. "This is the first time I've liked looking at it," she informed him. "So what do we do with it now?" she asked, holding it up. "Flush it," he said. Not much else you can do with it, other than...I dunno, drink it or rub it all over yourself, I guess." Danielle smiled at him, tilted her head back, opened her mouth and slowly tipped the latex sac over it. She stopped just short of it pouring out into her mouth and looked at Jack, who's eyes were bulging out and his mouth was agape. "Just kidding, Jack," she said with a wink. =10= They went out for dinner that night. Danielle slipped into a short denim skirt and a keyhole tank top she had borrowed from Dana. Jack knew she wasn't wearing a bra under the top, and was sure others would notice as well since it was a little too small for Danielle and molded nicely to her breasts. The skirt was long and slim enough that she could have easily gone without underwear underneath and nobody would be the wiser, but that particular omission would have to wait for a different time of month. Jack noticed several male heads at the restaurant turn towards his ward, no doubt cursing his luck or wondering if they should call the police. Before getting home, they stopped at a video rental store and Danielle picked out a few movies for them to watch. Once they were back in the house, Danielle changed into some borrowed pajamas and cuddled up on the couch with Jack, who had picked one of the movies for them to watch. It was a raunchy teen sex comedy, which Danielle had been rather enthusiastic about watching both in the store and on the way home. Although Jack was pretty certain she had specific motives for wanting to watch it with him, he knew very little would likely happen between them because of her still unknown STD status and her period. Jack was right, and by the time the credits had rolled he'd gotten little more than half a hand job from Danielle who ended up falling asleep 15 minutes before the end of the movie. He carried her into the bedroom and placed her in bed, before slipping in next to her. He thought back on his youth when he had often fantasized about being where he was now, in a bed with a sleeping girl. It was one of his early masturbation fantasies and had been based off a friend's tale about sleeping with a female cousin on a camping trip. It was a simple jack off fantasy in which an accidental touch of the sleeping girl's body lead to further exploration and ultimately ended in sex. However 25-year old Jack had more control over his urges than 12-year old Jack, and he settled for just kissing Danielle's forehead before rolling away from her and masturbating. Jack certainly wasn't a rapist, so he wasn't about to involve the little girl's body in his self-gratification, though certainly her earlier oral performance provided fuel to his mind which in turn drove his hand's movements. "Need a hand?" said a voice from behind him. He looked over his shoulder at Danielle who was propped up on an elbow watching him. "Did I wake you?" he asked. She didn't answer with words, but instead took off her top. Jack could just barely see her small breasts in the dark room as she came closer to him. He rolled onto his back and she straddled him, rubbing her crotch on his cock. Jack placed his hands on her chest and rubbed her breasts as she dry humped him. "Oh god, Jack...I want to feel you inside so badly," she panted, grinding her clit against him. She lay on top of him and pressed her lips to his, as she stroked him off with her hips. Jack had already been close when she interrupted him and so it took less than a minute before he felt a surge inside his shaft. "Dani, I'm cum...cumming..." he gasped against her lips, coating the crotch of her pajamas and her stomach with his warm release. She reached between them and stroked his wet cock until he had finished. "You like that?" she asked, rubbing her sticky wet stomach on him. "Yeah, but..." "But what?" she asked. "We made a mess," he said, sliding his hands to her bottom and grinding upwards at her. Danielle moaned and then sat up. Jack switched on the light and looked at her soaked pajama bottoms and the sticky mess on her bare stomach. It reminded him a lot of what she had looked like the other night with Mike's cum, but she didn't seem at all phased by it like she had with the oral sex. "Shower?" she asked while she absentmindedly swirled a few fingers around on her stomach. Jack glanced at the clock, which read 9:30. Regardless of the time, he too was a mess with cum, so it's not like he had a choice. "A quick one. I've got work tomorrow," he reminded her. She got off of him and shed her pajama bottoms before she was out of the room, her panty covered ass inviting him to follow. He did as her ass commanded and his t-shirt joined her clothes on the floor. He arrived in the bathroom as she was taking off her panties. She turned to face him and he noted with initial alarm that her pussy lips were smeared red with blood. She saw his expression and looked down at it as well. "It's ok. Dana told me it can get messy like that when I use a pad," she said with a blush. Jack got the shower started while Danielle disposed of the pad. It took a while for the water to heat up, so the two stood naked outside the shower looking each other over. Though he had just orgasmed less than 5 minutes ago, Jack went hard looking at his little lover's nude body for the second time in as many days. This didn't go unnoticed by Danielle who began stroking him. "Want to go again?" she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I'd love to...but like I said, work tomorrow," he reminded her. She pouted cutely at him and led him by his cock into the shower. **** Jack groaned and sat up, hitting the alarm's snooze button. He looked over at Danielle who was also stirring. She sat up groggily, hair a mess, holding the blanket to her bare chest. "Morning," Jack said, kissing her cheek. He got out of the bed, his morning wood wobbling as he grabbed a t-shirt and boxers out of his dresser and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. No sooner had he finished, than Danielle wandered into the bathroom and dropped her panties to sit on the commode. "Ahhh," she sighed in relief. Jack looked his stubble over in the mirror and noticed a naked girl looking at him impatiently in the mirror. "What?" he asked turning around. "I need to...you know..." she said gesturing at her vulva. Jack opened the cabinet under the sink and handed a pink wrapped cylinder to her and then turned back to the mirror and picked up his electric shaver. "Could you...leave for a few minutes?" she asked him. "Why?" he asked, puzzled. "So I can put it in..." she said, her voice getting smaller as she spoke. Jack didn't understand her embarrassment about the situation, especially considering last night...and the night before...and well, he just didn't get it. Although seeing as how Danielle had been deprived of privacy while growing up, he didn't see why he should deny her when she requested it. "Ok," he said with a nod and left the bathroom closing the door behind him. He decided he could shave later, and went to make breakfast. Before long he heard the bathroom door open and Danielle came into the kitchen, having put on a t-shirt. "Do you have to go to work?" she asked him, taking a seat at the table. "Of course I do. They pay me so I can afford to take in freeloading nymphs like you?" he joked. "What do you do?" "I'm sort of a sales rep guy for a bank." "Sounds boring," she sighed, folding her arms and resting her head on them on the table. "Yeah, it kind of is sometimes...but you know what the best part of it is?" "What?" "It makes coming home afterwards even better." Danielle giggled at that and blushed. "Will you come home for lunch?" "I could, but it's kind of a long drive so I wouldn't be home long before I'd have to go back." "Oh." Danielle sighed again. "Do I have to go to Dana's house again?" she asked. "Yeah...if you want to...why? Don't you like spending time with her?" "All she wants to do now is sex stuff. It's getting a little...annoying," she explained. "I guess it wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't...you know, ragging, because then at least she would do things to me. Even then, it would be nice just to be normal girls for a change, you know?" Jack could understand that, though he was now seeing his timid meek neighbor girl in a whole new light. "Have you told her that?" "Well...no. I was sorta afraid she'd get mad." Jack put down a small plate with scrambled eggs and a slice of toast in front of Danielle and sat down across from her with the same. "Dana will be ok with it, Dani. She's been one of the nicest and most accommodating people I've met since I moved next door to her." "Are you sure that's not just because she likes you?" "Pretty sure, yeah." "You know she's been thinking about you while playing with herself since you moved in?" Jack about spit out the bite he'd just taken of his toast. "What? She was...8 then!" he exclaimed, not quite believing what Danielle was telling him. "Girls can't..." he started before Danielle's head nodding 'yes' shut him up. "I was...kinda forced into it, but it can feel good...even if you don't want it to," she said, shuddering a little at the memory. Jack had never considered that anything Mike had done to Danielle would result in nice feelings, but then again the human body worked how it worked. "I see." Jack forked the last bite of his eggs and got up from the table with his plate. He was placing it in the sink when the doorbell rang. "That's probably Dana looking for you," he said, heading to the door. He opened it and was halfway through saying 'Hi Dana' before he realized it wasn't her. "Well, hello to you too," said Detective Jane Wilson. "Do you greet everybody in your boxers?" she asked, with a smirk. "Oh, no, no, I just...was expecting somebody else," he said, realizing that the first syllable of Dana's name was more than enough for her to make an educated guess as to who he was going to greet in his boxers. "Won't you come in?" he said, stepping to the side. "Thank you," Jane said, stepping inside. "Jane!" Danielle came running to the door and hugged Jane around the waist. "I see there's a dress code in effect here," she joked, seeing as how both Jack and Danielle were both dressed in only a t- shirt and underwear. "I came to deliver this," she said, handing a sealed manila envelope to Danielle. "Your test results. I was going to call, but I decided to make a house call." Danielle tore open the envelope and pulled out the papers inside. She looked at the front sheet for a moment, before breaking into tears. "I'm...I'm ok," she said, crying with relief. She had apparently been more stressed over it than she had let on since the idea had entered her head last night. She hugged Jane again and then hugged Jack before looking on the paper again. "What does this mean? Elevated hormones?" "Well, I had thought at first it meant you were pregnant," Jane said slowly, unaware that Danielle already knew she wasn't, "but your test for that came back negative too, so I guess it meant something else." "Could it mean I was about to get my period?" Danielle asked. "Well, yeah, I guess it could...did you?" "Yeah, the next day! I made kind of a mess too," she said, her cheeks getting red. Jack glanced at the clock and decided he had better get moving. "You're welcome to stay as long as you like, Detective. I gotta get ready for work," he said, turning towards the hall. The doorbell rang again, and he spun back around to answer it, but Jane beat him to it. Dana just blinked in confusion at the strange woman that answered the door. "You must be Dana," Jane said. "I'm Detective Jane Wilson," she said, extending her hand. "Uh, yeah, hi," Dana said coming inside. She waved to Jack who waved back and disappeared into the hallway. He shaved and then went to the bedroom to get dressed. When he came out the three females were getting along splendidly. Danielle and Dana both got up when he came into the room and hugged him. He kissed them both on the forehead. "If I hug you, do I get a kiss too?" Jane asked. "Sorry, Detective, horny little girls only," he said, eliciting a gasp from Dana and giggles from Danielle who just hit him playfully. "Fair enough, besides," she held up her hand showing her ring, "I don't think he'd share me anyways." "I gotta go, you two have fun, ok?" Jack said to the pair of 11-year olds. "Thank you very much for stopping by, Detective. You've lifted a huge weight off her mind," he said to Jane, tussling Danielle's hair. With a quick peck on Danielle's lips, Jack went off to work, very much looking forward to getting back home. =11= Jack called home twice while at work, the first time there was no answer, but that was likely because Danielle was next door with Dana, which is where he did find her. Neither of them did talk long or about much, mainly so those around Jack at work wouldn't start comparing notes on what they might overhear. He got home, and half-expected Danielle to tackle him at the door to tear his pants off for another blowjob, but instead the house was empty. He saw that Dana's parents were already home, so she couldn't still be over there, could she? He headed over, not sure if he should use the step-sister cover story he'd used with the woman at the department store, as Dana's mom had met his own once. He also had no idea what Danielle had said to Dana's parents. He knocked on the door, and Dana's mother answered. "Hi, Jack. Looking for your cousin?" "Uh, yeah, I am," he said, glad the answer had been provided for him so easily. "Well come on in, we're all just about to sit down for dinner. You're welcome to join us," she offered. "Oh, I don't want to impose," he said, afraid of what might slip from either him or Danielle during the meal. "It's no problem, really," Dana's mom insisted, pulling him inside. Jack reluctantly conceded defeat and went on in. Seated at the table was Danielle and Dana side by side, as well as Dana's father. Both girls were wearing one piece swimsuits, and were nipping out something fierce, which hadn't escaped the notice of Dana's father. "Hi Jack," they said in unison. "Good evening ladies, Mr. Randall," he said to the three at the table. "Hello, Jack," Dana's father said. "We haven't had you over for dinner in some time," he said. "Yes, well, I'm always happy not to cook for myself once in a while," he said, causing Mr. Randall to laugh. Jack took his seat and Dana's mother sat down as well. "We were so surprised that Dana's friend was your cousin," Mrs. Randall said to Jack. "We've known Danielle since she started playing on Dana's soccer team a few months ago." "Yeah, well, I didn't know she knew Dana until last weekend at the party," Jack explained. "Oh right right. It was a shame she had to go home so early," Dana's mother said, pausing briefly to shoot her husband a dirty look as he was obviously leering at the pre-teen's chests. "She had been so excited when we invited her to the sleepover." "Yes, it was too bad," Dana's father said, earning another knowing glance from his wife. Jack got the feeling he wasn't the only pedo on the block. Danielle seemed to have figured it out as well, and was doing her best to push her chest out while looking innocent. Dana however, behaved as she always had, shy and clueless to all things sex. She shot Jack a smile however that said she knew all too well what unsaid things were occurring at the dinner table. For the next hour and a half, Jack and Danielle were entertained by the Randalls. The only slip-up coming when Danielle accidentally called him her brother, and they had to explain that away as just the kind of close relationship they had in the family. The only other tense moment came at the end of their visit, when Dana's mother offered to call Danielle's "father" to pick her up. Both Danielle and Jack insisted that that wouldn't be necessary and that Jack would take her home. Making their exit just about 8pm, Jack and Danielle headed home, but rather than going inside together, they instead went to his car, so as to keep the appearance that he was taking her home. There weren't many public places they could go, since Danielle was still wearing her swimsuit. Jack however had a thought, and was soon driving out into the countryside. In what seemed like a blink of an eye, civilization ceased to be and was replaced instead by rolling hills spanned by farm land. Jack drove for nearly 20 minutes, turning onto back road after back road. Danielle was rapt with fascination of the wide open spaces she saw in the waning light and would squeak with excitement whenever she spotted either wildlife or livestock along the roads. Finally, Jack pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car. He got out and sat on the hood, where Danielle joined him. Off in the distance, were intermittent flashes of light on the horizon, as summer storms pelted the land with lightning. The air was still warm, though an occasional breeze would chill Danielle, who huddled with Jack, watching the storm. "It's beautiful," she said. "How did you know to come here?" "A friend told me about it in high school. He said it was a great place to take a girl on a date if you wanted to get in her pants." Danielle laughed at that. "I hate to break it to you, Jack, but I'm not wearing pants at the moment," she said, making a gesture at her white one-piece swim suited body. Jack snapped his fingers and shook his head. "I always knew that guy was a liar," he said. He looked at Danielle who was in turn looking up at him, a smile on her face and her eyes looking into his. Silently, they came to an understanding of what was to happen next, and they shared their first real kiss. There was nothing hurried or desperate about it like it had been in the mall, and it wasn't innocent like all the pecks on the cheek or forehead they had given each other. It wasn't intimate like when Jack had pressed his lips to her vulva following their shower together, and it wasn't dirty or lustful as the kiss last night had been when Danielle had dry humped Jack to orgasm. This kiss was special, the kind of kiss that young girls would dream of having one day with the love of their life. No tongue, no groping, no sexual thrills involved at all. Danielle would have been content to remain like that for the rest of her life, but it felt as though her body had forgotten to breathe, and she was forced to break contact. "Wow..." she said, taking a deep breath. "I've been thinking Dani," he started. "I've been thinking about you and me, and what's going to happen when this thing with Mike is all over. It's going to be hard, and I might have to take a second job or look for a new one, but I'd like it very much if you'd live with me from now on." "Oh Jack..." she said in shock, her hands covering her mouth. "I looked into some of the laws, and from what I can tell, it's not illegal for me to formally adopt you as my daughter and then later," he swallowed, "when you're older...well...if you want to..." He didn't need to finish the sentence, as the look in her eyes and the tears rolling down her cheek told him that she understood what he was saying perfectly. "Oh my god, Jack, yes..." she said through her tears and wrapped her arms around his neck. He puts his arms around her, and held her tight. Danielle held onto him and cried happily for several minutes before loosening her vice hold around his neck. She looked at him, grinning bigger than he'd seen her grin in all the days he'd known her and then took his hand in hers and squeezed it tight. "I'm not dreaming, am I, Jack? You really did just...propose to me didn't you?" Technically, Jack hadn't proposed marriage to her just now, he'd just implied it was something they could do in 7 years, but he wasn't about to snap her back into reality at this moment. "You're not dreaming, Dani. With Detective Wilson's help, and I'm pretty sure she'll give it to us, you'll be my legal daughter in a few months, and 7 years later you can be my wife as well." "Why, Jack?" she asked. "Just 2 days ago you told me you didn't know if you loved me that way...but now you're saying these things..." Danielle was genuinely confused by his change of attitude in the last 48 hours. "Well, Dani, you're right about that. You and I...we're practically strangers, thrown together under some really hard circumstances. I do want to keep you safe, and I do want to adopt you and have you become part of my family. Seven years is going to be a long time, and though you and I may...be intimate with each other over that time, you're also going to grow up and go to school and who knows, you might even find some boy by the time you're 18 and you won't even want to marry me then. "Honestly, at this very moment, I don't feel strongly enough about you to be actually proposing marriage, but you and I, we will be together for the next 7 years and over that time, I have little doubt that my feelings for you will grow. Do you understand, Dani?" "Yeah..." she said, feeling a bit down at the explanation of his feelings, but at the same time she did understand his position and intentions, and a lot of things could happen in 7 years. "I hope you don't think that I'm giving you false hope, Dani. I just want you to understand that it's going to take time, and getting married just isn't something that should be rushed into...especially when you've still got a lot of growing up to do." "Right," she said, half-lost in thought. After about a minute of silence between them, she spoke up. "I think...you're right, and I shouldn't be getting my hopes up really, because, like you said, it is 7 years." "Are you ok?" he asked her, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. "Yeah," she said, her voice cracking just a little. "It just seems so far away." "Time flies when you're having fun," he said, kissing her forehead. "You ready to go home?" She nodded at him, and wiped away an errant tear from her cheek. "Thank you," she said. "For this," she motioned with her hand at the distant flickering sky. "For tonight." She slipped off the hood of the car, and took his hand, pulling him off as well. "You'll be thanking me later too," she said, placing a hand on his crotch and winking at him. "I'm sure I will," he said, cupping her chin in his hands and leaning down to kiss his future daughter. Danielle raised herself up on her tip-toes and met his lips. A low rumble of thunder from across the landscape startled them, causing them both to laugh. **** They got home a little before 9 and the two went inside. Danielle went to change, while Jack checked the answering machine for messages. There were two, one from a co-worker and the other from his mother inviting him to dinner next week. What was he going to tell her and his father? As he stood there, looking at the machine wondering just how to explain his sudden adoption of a preteen girl to his parents, that same girl came into the room in a matching pink polka-dotted camisole and panties. "What is it," she asked him seeing the consternation on his face. "My mother invited me to dinner next week," he said, "which means I'm going to need to tell my parents about you." "Oh...yeah, I guess you would have to. Any idea what you'll tell them?" "I don't know...maybe I should just tell the truth..." he said, and then quickly added, "Well not all of it, obviously." Danielle smiled and came over to him. She placed her hand on the top of his pants and pulled, unbuttoning them. "You mean you won't tell them about this?" she asked, drawing down his zipper. "I hadn't planned on it, no," he responded, palming her chest through the thin top. He felt her nipples stiffen and press back at his hands. "Mmmmmm," she sighed. "I can't wait for this stupid period to be over," she told him, pulling off his pants. "Neither can I," Jack said, stroking her hard nips with his thumbs. "You wanna fuck me, Jack?" she asked him, pulling the waist band of his boxers out to clear the tip of his swollen cock as she pulled them off. "You want to fill my tight cunt with this?" She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, giving it a pump before putting her mouth around the head. "Oh Dani, fuck..." he said with a groan. "Your cock tastes good, daddy," she said, bringing their planned legal relationship into the mix. She licked the shaft, nursed briefly on the head, and then slid him into her throat. He watched his erection vanish into the warm wet space beyond her lips, and saw her looking up at him, her eyes begging him for his cum. He put his hands on her shoulders to steady himself, and was soon matching the motion of her head with the motion of his hips. She tried to speak around his cock, but it was unintelligible. Despite that, Jack, had a feeling he knew what she was saying, as the word wasn't very long and she would repeat it continuously. Between her coaxing and his sensitive head rubbing against the roof of her mouth, he felt his control crumble sending a surge through his body. "Dani, I'm...oh god!" She put her hands around behind him and pushed his crotch into her face as he unloaded his sperm into her gullet. She then pulled back a little and stroked the rim with her tongue, earning the immediate gooey reward he gave her for the act. She continued to suck and lick him until he was spent, his penis relaxing within her mouth. Danielle finished cleaning him and took her mouth off. "Did you like that, daddy?" she asked him, putting on her best innocent face, licking her lips. "I loved it, honey," he said, getting into the role. "You made daddy feel so good." Danielle couldn't help giggling at his third-person reference to himself. She pulled off her camisole and took his hand. "I'm so horny," she whispered to him. "C'mon." She pulled him into the bathroom and started the shower. "Daddy, come play with me," she said, stripping and then getting into the shower where she began to grope her pussy. Jack realized she was only in the shower so that she wouldn't make a huge bloody mess. He pulled off his shirt and socks and joined her under the falling water. Standing behind her, he reached between her legs and began to rub her puffy bare lips. He didn't know if it was the water, her own sexual wetness, or her menses, but she pressed her cunny against his hand, making it very slippery. His other hand was on her bare chest, rubbing her growing tits. Between her legs, he began work on her clit, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her. He slid his middle finger down the median of her sex and into her slit. Though he had touched her here when they had showered together previously, this time it was purely sexual. His fingertip found the entrance to her body, and he dipped inside. "Unnh, Jack...that's my pussy," she groaned. He slid his finger unhampered into her body, her hymen long since brutally destroyed. She was very wet inside, though Jack could see from the water flowing into the drain, that was likely due mostly to her period. The walls of her vagina squeezed at his finger. "Fuck me," she shuddered, putting her hands on his and pressing his palm against her pubic mound. She held him there and humped against him. "Fuck me, daddy, fuck me," she pleaded. Though she was holding him firmly between her legs with little room to move, he managed to add a 2nd finger inside her. This had an immediate effect on her and she gyrated on his hand with greater intensity. "Cum, baby," Jack whispered in her ear, "Cum for daddy." Danielle yelped in passion and Jack's fingers were seized upon by her velvety heated walls. Her legs nearly went out on her as she bucked violently in the first real orgasm of her life. "Oh! Ah ah ah unnnnnnnnnnnh!" she screamed, not too loudly, Jack hoped. "Oh god, Jack, god, that was...sooooo good..." she said, her tight passage continuing to flutter around his fingers. She took her hands off of his, and Jack was able to pull his fingers out. As he had expected, they were covered in blood, though it washed away easily. He was hard again, and his cock was pressed into Danielle's back. He thought about taking her virginity here now in the shower, but it had been a long day for both of them, and Danielle was relaxed enough to fall asleep easily there in the shower. "That was amazing, Jack," she said, turning around to face him and holding her body against his. She looked between them at the cockhead pointed upwards at her small tits. She rubbed her stomach on the shaft and looked up at Jack. "Do you want to...?" she asked him. "It's up to you, Dani," he answered and she looked back down at it. She took a step back and then gripped the shaft with her hands and began pumping it. "Maybe next time," she said before wrapping her lips around the head, sucking and licking on it while she jacked him off in her mouth. It had barely been 15 minutes since Jack came in her mouth the first time, so he had no doubt it would take a while before he came, he just wasn't sure if he had another bullet in the chamber so soon. "Dani...I don't know if, I can...again so soon..." he moaned, his hands rubbing her back. Not even in his masturbation filled youth had he pulled off two in 15 minutes. Thirty minutes, sure, but then again he didn't have a horny girl that was so eager to get him off. "Please, daddy" Danielle said. "I want more sperms." She squeezed his cock rhythmically in her hand while she treated him like a lollypop. "Cum!" *lick* "Cum!" *suck* "Cum!" *slurp* Her cheerleading was just what Jack's exhausted balls needed, and before long he knew it was time. "I'm cumming, Dani!" he warned, and she clamped her lips just under the ridge of his penis, stroking him with all she had. Jack felt the base of his cock pulse and groaned as he fired a very weak shot into her mouth. Danielle slid her lips backwards over his glans and rubbed the tip over her mouth like a tube of lipstick, smearing the remainder of Jack's second effort on them. "Do my lips look pretty now, daddy?" she asked him. "They never didn't, baby," he told her, leaning down to kiss them as he cupped her breasts with his hands. She moaned against his lips, and pushed her chest out. "Do we have to go to bed, daddy?" she asked him. "Yeah, we do, Dani," he said, shutting off the water. "We're getting all pruney in here," he said, emphasizing this by stroking her nipple with his wrinkled fingertip. "Hehe, that feels good," she giggled. Jack opened the door to the stall and led Danielle out with him. She shivered from the cooling of the air on her wet skin and Jack began to dry her off. When he had finished, she took the towel from him and dried him off as well. Jack stood by as she pulled on her panties with a fresh pad and the two went off to the bedroom, hand in hand. =12= The day started off like any other. Jack and Danielle got up, ate breakfast, Dana came over after her parents had left, and Jack went to work. Though everything seemed normal and fine, Jack knew that Mike's threat to have Dana gang-raped if Danielle didn't make an appearance at home this weekend was nearing. He didn't know if Danielle had said anything about it to Dana, but it certainly didn't appear that Dana had any knowledge of the apparent danger she was in. He knew the police knew, and Det. Wilson had promised him that they and Dana would be kept safe, but there was still unease in his mind. He called home at lunch time, and Danielle answered it. Everything was fine and the girls were having their lunch. They talked for about 45 minutes, with Dana joining the conversation from another phone in the house. Jack noticed a few other people glancing his direction as he talked; a few of them grinning with the assumption that he'd gotten a girlfriend. 'Oh, if they only knew!' Jack mused to himself. His lunch break over, he hung up with the two, and got back to his work. Just around 3pm, Jack was interrupted on a sales call by his supervisor. He was told he had an urgent call and whomever the woman was on the line was insistent that he speak with her. Jack transferred his call to another rep and switched lines. "This is Jack," he said. "Jack, this is Jane Wilson," replied the voice on the other end. "Is there something wrong, Detective?" "You need to get to the station now, Jack. You and Danielle are in extreme danger," she told him. "What? Wait, what's going on?" "An officer pulled Mike over on a traffic stop. Mike shot and killed the officer and we believe that he is looking for Danielle now. I have her and Dana and I'm taking them to the station with me now. You need to get down here a-s-a-p." "O-ok," he said, and heard a prompt click on the other end. Jack grabbed his things and told his supervisor that he had to leave because of a family emergency. Since he was well ahead of rush hour, Jack made good time to the police station, where Detective Johnson was waiting for him. He led Jack into the back where Danielle and Jane were waiting. "Where's Dana?" he asked, noting she was missing. "She and her parents have been moved to a safe location. We need to get you and Danielle to one as well," Jane explained. She produced a baseball cap and some hair clips and handed them to Danielle. "Put your hair up, and wear this, it should make you look more like a boy," she told the frightened girl, who immediately went to the task. Jane then handed Jack a map, some sunglasses, a fake moustache, and a car key. "You've got to be kidding me," Jack said, looking dubiously at Jane. "You have no idea how well this works," she assured him. Jack shrugged his shoulders and affixed the moustache and put on the glasses. Jane then took him and the more boyish looking Danielle into a long tunnel and out to a small parking lot away from the station. "This is your car," she said gesturing at the non-descript sedan they were standing by. "It's got a GPS device attached so we can track you. Don't speed or do anything that might call attention to yourselves. We have surveillance setup outside your destination, and it's fairly remote. The phone line there connects directly to us. Call us when you get there, and lay low. If we need to inform you on anything, we'll call. Got it?" "Yeah," Jack said, Danielle nodding at his side. "Ok, good luck you guys," Jane said, and went back into the building concealing the tunnel's exit. Jack turned to Danielle, who was now wearing jeans and a boy's t-shirt instead of the tight cutoffs and baby-t he remembered from the morning. "Well, let's go," he said. "Ok," Danielle replied, trying to sound like a boy. She looked shaken, but was putting up with it well. They got into the car and Jack looked at the map. It took them back out the way they had been last night and into a forested area which had "No Trespassing/Private Drive" signs flanking the road that entered into it and a red and white striped barrier blocking it. On the drive, Jack learned from Danielle that Mike had also been involved in a shootout with the police at the apartment, but had escaped. Her mother was now safely in the care of a local hospital and she had overheard from Jane that several doors down from their apartment there was another drug addicted mother with a 7-year old daughter who Mike was also abusing, very similar to Danielle's own situation. Jack recalled the crying from the room that night he had gone alone. They arrived at the road to the forest, and Jack pressed what looked like a garage door opener and the barrier swung open to them. Jack turned onto the road and pressed the button again once they had passed, swinging the barrier closed. They drove about a mile into the woods where a cabin about the size of Jack's house sat. Jack turned over the map and on the back were instructions on where the key to the house was hidden. They found it easily and went inside. The power was off so it was dark inside, but there was a generator out back with enough fuel to last a week. The pantry was stocked with cans of food and there were sets of clothes in the bedrooms. Jack was out back starting the generator when he heard a scream from inside the house. He ran in and saw Danielle standing on the couch looking at the floor. "Mouse!" she said, pointing excitedly at the ground at nothing in particular. "Is that all?" he asked her, laughing. "It's not funny!" she said, irritated that he wasn't appreciating how serious she felt the matter was. "Don't worry, you'll be safe up there," he said to her, and went back out to finish with the generator. He came back to find her sitting on the couch, her feet up off the floor, and couldn't help chuckling at her. "Stop it," she admonished. "I need to pee." "Bathroom's down there," Jack said, gesturing towards a room. "Carry me," she said. "Dani, it's just a mouse, not a man-eating lion." She shook her head at him. He sighed and picked her up off the couch and carried her into the bathroom. He put her down and then turned to leave. "No no no, stay here!" she said. "You're just being silly now, Dani. Look, I'll close the door and it won't be able to get in. Even if I stayed, what would I do?" "I dunno...just...don't go," she pleaded. Jack could tell that she was prepared to cry if that was what it took to keep him there, and sighed. "Ok. I'll stay," he said, closing the door and turning his back to her. He heard her pants snap open and unzip, and he stole a look over his shoulder. She caught him looking and stuck her tongue out at him. "Perv," she teased, pushing down the pants and her panties together before sitting. Jack heard the familiar sound of water hitting water. It soon stopped and he heard her stand up. He had expected to heard a flush next, but there was just silence instead. "Something wrong?" he asked without turning around. "Uhhhhh...no, just...don't turn around yet," she said. Jack stood quietly as she had told him, and soon heard a small gasp from her, followed by the sound of something falling into the toilet. There was then some shuffling of her feet, and the sound of a squeaky hinge opening. Jack looked over his shoulder again and saw her with her pants and underwear around her ankles, bent over looking in the cabinet under the skin. She pulled out a box of tampons and ripped it open, selecting a wrapped tube from inside. She looked his way and her face turned red. "Jack!" "Sorry, sorry. You were just taking so long, I wondered what you were doing," he said, turning away. "You didn't see, did you?" she asked him. "See? What?" "It...me taking it out," she said. "Oh, no. I'm sorry I missed it," he said, deadpan. "Urrr!" she growled at his joke, unwrapping the cylinder. "If I catch you looking, I'll cut off your dick," she warned. "Now you've really got me wanting to look," he said. "OUT!" "Ok ok, I'm going," he said, stifling laughter as he opened the door and left the bathroom. He went into one of the three bedrooms in the cabin, which looked to be the master bedroom. He sat down on the bed and pulled open the drawer on the bedside table. Inside was a gun and a bible. "Comforting," he said to himself, as he closed the drawer. The phone on the table next to the bed rang, and Jack swore at himself, remembering that he hadn't called when they had arrived like Jane had told him. He picked it up. "Hello." "Jack, are you ok? You didn't call?" said Jane's voice on the other end. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I forgot, dealing with the generator and the mouse and all," he said. "Mouse?" "Yeah, one scared Danielle, never mind, not important. Any news?" "Is Danielle there?" "She's in the bathroom...girl stuff," he said. "Oh...well...it's about her mom..." Jane said. Jack felt a small lump in his throat, and hoped he was wrong. "Do you want me to get her?" "No...she can call me back when she's out." "Ok." "Take good care of her, Jack," Jane said, before the line clicked off. Jack knew that if it was just general information about Danielle's mom that Jane could have told him about it, but this sounded like it was more serious, and required a family member to hear first. He heard the floorboards creak and he looked to the door where Danielle was standing. "Jane wants to talk to you," he said, holding up the phone. "I'm gonna go look for some dinner while you talk." She walked over and took the phone from him. Jack pressed the lone button on the base to connect to the station, and left the room. He was heating up a couple cans of soup 5 minutes later when Danielle came out from the bedroom. She looked at Jack, and then shifted her eyes downward. "My, uh, mom...she...she's..." What Danielle couldn't bring herself to say, was said by the tears that began running down her cheeks. Jack came around the kitchen island that was between then and hugged her. "I should be sadder," she said, looking up at him. "I should be feeling more, but...it's almost like she died a long time ago so it doesn't hurt so much now." "Did Jane say what happened?" Jack asked her. "She's not sure. She thinks maybe the move to the hospital or one of the medications they gave her was just too much for her body and she couldn't handle it well." Danielle let go of Jack and wiped at her tears. "I suppose the bright side to this," Jack said, "is that she's no longer in any pain...she managed to die free of Mike's control, and I think she knew that you were safe now that she was as well." "Yeah," Danielle said, smiling at Jack as she considered what he had said. "She's free now," she said finally while blinking out a few more tears. While they ate dinner that evening, Danielle told Jack what she could remember of her mother from before she had become an addict and later a vegetable. After dinner, they retired to the bedroom and lay atop the sheets in each other's arms watching the poor TV signal they got so far away from the city. About 8:30, Jack noticed Danielle had fallen asleep, and though he didn't want to disturb her, mother nature insisted that he do something else, preferably not on the bed. He sighed and pulled his arm out from under her sleeping form, which as he had feared woke her up. "Hrm?" she grunted coming out of her fog. "I gotta pee, be right back," he told her. "Nnn, k," she said stretching and rolling over. Jack did his business and returned to see her sitting up on the bed. "I gotta go too," she said, wearily hauling herself off the bed and trudging out of the room. She returned minutes later, though she was missing her pants and was grinning ear to ear. "It stopped," she said. "Stopped?" Jack asked, not sure what she meant. She gave him a sultry look and slowly put her hand between her legs, and groped at her panties. "Remember? We've been waiting for it...and now, it's stopped." While Jack connected the dots (or periods for that matter) in his head, his future daughter-with-benefits pulled her shirt off over her head and jumped atop him on the bed. She ground her hips against his while she kissed his lips. "Fuck me, Jack," she said before she slid her tongue into his mouth. Jack put his hands on her chest, caressing and squeezing her small titties, causing her to moan against his mouth. His hands slid down her sides and onto her panty clad ass, which he gripped and rubbed while she dry fucked him. She sat up on him, the wet crotch of her panties moving forward into Jack's view. His hands remained on her ass as he rolled his hips under her. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants while sitting on him and then moved off of him as she pulled them down his legs. She tossed his work khakis to the floor and then caressed the prominent hard ridge made by his boxers before getting her fingers under the waist band and pulling those off of him as well. His cock, now free and standing up in the air, prompted her to lick her lips before she sheathed it with her mouth. She bobbed on it slowly a few times, before pulling off. "Wouldn't want you to cum early, do we?" she asked him. She rolled off him and lay on her back. "Your turn," she said. Jack got up and pulled off his shirt. He looked down at the almost naked girl laying on the bed and felt a jolt go through his cock. He put one hand on each leg and slid them up over her thighs to her hips. His fingertips dove under the elastic band around her waist and he slowly pulled them away from her body. Once the garment had been slipped off her legs, Danielle spread them open wide for Jack and with her thumb and forefinger, spread the lips of her vulva open. Though he had certainly seen Danielle naked several times, this was actually the first time he had seen the opening of her vagina. He got on the bed between her legs, and put his face just inches from her pussy. He looked up at Danielle, who was looking at him with interest. "D-does it look ok?" she asked, sounding a little scared. "It looks beautiful, Dani. Were you worried I wouldn't like it?" "Kind of...I mean...I was afraid that because of Mike it might...look bad..." "Nothing about you looks bad, Dani, nothing at all. You are a very beautiful young girl, no matter what has been done to you by that man." As if to prove his point, Jack kissed Danielle's clit and looked up at her. She looked like she was almost going to cry, and just nodded at Jack. He took this as his signal to continue and moved her hand away. "Just relax, honey," he said, and dove his tongue into her folds. Danielle gasped as she felt the wet warmth of his tongue slide down the length of her slit and back up to her clit. Jack began to focus his actions on her button, dragging the tip of his tongue around it in circles, crossing over it, tickling just under it. The moaning and gasping from the naked girl was all the encouragement he needed as he wrapped his lips around it and sucked gently. "Oh Jack, oh god!" she panted. She began rubbing her breasts and pulling at her nipples as her hips reacted against his face. Jack put his hands on her thighs to hold her lower body in place, and spread her open with his thumbs. He gave her clit a lick and then took it south to her entrance. As he passed over her urethra, he tasted faintly urine, and once he had passed that and stuck the tip of his tongue into her vagina, he could taste traces of iron left from her now concluded period. Danielle left one of her breasts and began to rub her clit while Jack tongued her cunt. Oral sex was something completely new to her, as Mike had only been concerned with getting himself off and never would have bothered with such a selfless act. She was certain that had she not started her period that morning that Dana would have gone down on her in return for the previous day. "Jack...Jack...don't stop...don't...oh shit..." she wheezed as her body went into an orgasm. She cried out and shot her lower body up against Jack's hands and mouth. "Yes, yes, oh god, Jack, fuck...fuck me, Jack...unnnnh fuck me!" Jack reluctantly pulled his face from her cunny and while she masturbated into a 2nd orgasm, he moved up over her, and rubbed the head of his cock against her wet pussy lips. Danielle opened her eyes and looked up at him when she felt the hot head press against her most private parts. Though she looked encouragingly at him, Jack could see she was indeed scared. "We'll go slow, ok, Dani?" he told her. "If you want me to stop, tell me." "Ok...Jack?" "Yeah?" "I love you." "I love you too, honey," he said. "Fuck me," she said authoritatively, pulling her legs up, and spreading herself wide open for him. Jack rubbed his cock up and down on her slit and parted her hairless lips as he moved forward against her. The tip of his cock found her tight little hole and he pushed it inside. Danielle cried out as something larger than a couple of fingers moved inside of her for the first time. Jack moaned as he penetrated her, gasping as her soft wet canal squeezed on him inch by inch. "Wow...oh wow..." she said, wrapping her legs around him, pushing him inside. She grunted in pain though when the head of his cock hit against her womb. Jack felt it too, and stopped, pulling back a little. "You ok, honey?" he asked, breathing heavily. "Yeah, just surprised me..." she said, getting used to having 5 inches of penis inside of her. She flexed her vaginal muscles around the shaft, and grinned as she got a groan out of Jack. "Oh god, Dani...where...where did you learn that?" "Jessie told me how, said Aaron loved it." Jack made a note to thank Jessie the next time he saw her. "I'm gonna move now, ok, Dani?" "Ok," she said. Jack pulled out from her and pressed back in, relishing the feel of her pussy walls as they opened and shut on the head of his cock. Danielle mewed under him, moving her hips along with his thrusts. She squeezed down on him as he filled her and relaxed as he withdrew. Jack had been primed from her oral sex earlier, and he had known that once inside of her, it wouldn't take long before he came. Although he had bought condoms for just such an event, they were at home, and he was already moments away from blowing his load. "Dani, I need to pull out, I'm gonna cum," he told her, but instead of moving her legs to let him withdraw, she just pressed them tighter against him. "No, inside me," she said. "But, what if you..." "Then I do," she said. "At least it will be your's," she said giving him a squeeze with her pussy. Jack moaned and though he could have forced his way out, he resigned himself to pleasure and fate. "C'mon, Jack, fuck me. Fuck your little lover girl," she encouraged, working her body against him. Jack felt the semen build inside him and quickened the pace of his thrusting. Danielle slid lower under him and moved her legs further up his back, deepening her hole for him, moaning as she felt fuller and fuller by the second. "Oh god, Dani...Dani, I'm going...oh fuck yes..." he groaned as he buried his cock inside of her and coated her cervix with semen. Danielle felt warmth rush inside of her, filling in whatever miniscule spaces might exist between her pussy walls and the shaft of her first lover. Jack thrust back in, and the feel of his cock, surrounded by the slick fluid as it was displaced and forced upward, oozing out of her cunt drove Danielle into orgasm. "I can feel it, Jack, I can feel your cum," she cried. For Jack it was mind blowing as he felt his preteen lover's pussy convulse around him as he pumped his seed into her. She shouted with pleasure underneath him, and wrapped her arms around his chest, pressing her small tits into him. Jack give her all the semen that he possibly could, and though he tried his best to remain hard and inside her tight canal, he soon felt his spent cock start to soften and be pushed out by her body. Danielle felt it as well and pushed her hips at him, whining desperately, trying to keep him within her. Biology won out, and Jack's limp cock rested against his little lover's cream drooling pussy lips. "Nooooo..." Danielle whined as Jack got off of her. He looked at her, her body flushed with orgasm as his cum seeped from between her legs. He scooped her up off the bed and carried her into the bathroom. "What are you-" she started to ask, but soon felt a trickle of mixed sex fluids run down her leg. She hurried to the toilet and let it drain. "Feels like such a waste," she murmured. Jack kissed her forehead and wet a towel which he then used to wipe up her legs. He was about to wipe off his own penis as well, but Danielle got off the toilet and was on her knees before he could do so. She sucked and licked his soft member clean, while she plunged her fingers into her sticky slit. She shuddered once or twice with mini-orgasms before she released him. Her thighs were once again slick with flowback and there was a small puddle on the floor between her knees, which she promptly stepped in as she stood up. "Ewwwww!" she said, nearly slipping and falling over in it. Jack handed her the towel and she smiled sheepishly as she wiped it up. Jack headed out to the kitchen and was in the refrigerator when the phone rang. He looked over his shoulder at it, and wondered what Jane could want so late. 'At least she didn't call 5 minutes ago,' he mused as he picked up the receiver. "Hel-" "Jack, you two need to get out of there now. Mike knows where you are!" "What? How?" "We found he had somebody working for him here in the department. You are both in serious danger and you need to leave now." "Where should we go?" "Anywhere, just-" Jack's attention was torn away from the frantic voice on the phone by the sound of breaking glass and Danielle screaming. He dropped the phone and ran down the hall to the bedroom. Danielle was on the bed, still naked, trembling with fright. The window was broken. "He was here!" she said, pointing at the busted window. Sounds of glass breaking came from the other end of the house and Danielle screamed again. Jack went around to the nightstand and pulled the gun out of the drawer. "Stay here," he told Danielle and cautiously went out into the hall. Upon entering the living room, he saw that the glass pane that stood next to the front door had been smashed and the front door was hanging open. Mike was very likely in the house with them now. Jack held the gun up, emulating what he had seen on TV and moved forward carefully. There weren't many places to hide in such a small building, so when Jack crossed the living room to the dining room and kitchen area and saw nothing, he wondered if Mike was actually still outside. He lowered the gun and started to turn around when a fist connected with the side of his face, knocking him to the floor, and sent the gun out of his hand. "Thought you could fuck with me?!" shouted Mike as he kicked Jack in the side. Jack curled in pain and took another kick to the spine. "You don't know who you're fucking with!" Mike snarled, as he raised his foot to stomp on the helpless naked Jack. Mike was suddenly hit from behind by Danielle's naked form and he stumbled forward, crashing to his knees. "Don't hurt him," Danielle yelled rushing at Mike. She jumped on his back, but was easily over powered by Mike who just stood up and pulled her off of him. "You little cunt," he spat, pushing her to the floor. "I'm gonna make you wish you'd been born without a pussy hole when I'm done with you," he menaced. "First I gotta take care of your boyfriend." Danielle's boyfriend had other ideas and had gotten to his feet while Danielle had distracted Mike and slammed into him. The two crashed into the table, with Mike taking the worst of the impact as the corner of the table impacted his gut. Jack landed a few punches before Mike retaliated with a hit to Jack's exposed groin. Jack fell to the floor, clutching his scrotum. He looked up and saw Mike standing over him about to kick him again, but looking up suddenly at something behind Jack. There was a loud popping noise and Jack saw a spot on Mike's chest burst open. "Y-you bitch..." Mike sputtered before there was another pop and another bloody hole appeared in his chest. He staggered back a step and then fell to the floor. Jack, who was still in too much pain to get up, rolled over and saw Danielle standing there, clutching the gun in her hands, nude and trembling. "I...shot...him..." she said slowly, lowering the gun and then sinking to her knees. She put it aside and crawled on all fours to Jack's side. "Did I...kill him...?" she asked Jack, who was now slowly struggling up to sit. His side and back hurt, but he pushed the pain aside and put his arm around Danielle. She turned her face into his chest and started to cry, the relief of finally being free of Mike washing over her. "That bastard," she cried, "that bastard..." Jack held her as sirens faintly wailed somewhere outside. =13= "Good morning, daddy," Danielle said, her lower lip folded over by the head of Jack's cock as he sleepily looked under the blanket at his wake up call. She pulled herself forward, straddling him, dressed only in her pajama top. She kissed him, before slinking back to fill herself with his cock. "Mmm, morning honey," Jack said as his head sank into her. "No condom this morning?" he asked as her wet walls surrounded him. Danielle had been on the pill since before the adoption had become final 2 years ago, but usually when they had sex in the morning on a school day, she'd put a condom on him to save her some time getting ready. "Teacher workday," she sighed, rubbing her clit as she fully engulfed him. Jack held her hips while she rode him, squeezing her pussy on him every time she kissed the base of his shaft with her vulva lips. "Plus I've been wanting more since last night," she said, twisting her hips on top of him. Jack sat up and Danielle wrapped her legs around his waist. "Oh god, fuck me Jack," she moaned, and the two of them rolled into the missionary position. Danielle pulled her legs up, resting them on Jack's shoulders as he started to pound into her. She squealed with every thrust he made and quickly climbed to orgasm. Her spasming pussy pulled Jack over the edge and he unloaded inside of her. As the lovers shared in their pleasure, their eyes never left each others. They had never spoken about what Jack had said years ago about them not being together once Danielle was old enough to marry, and the way things were going, it was likely to stay that way. "I feel so warm inside," Danielle cooed. She ran her hands over her shaved pubic mound, under which Jack's hard cock was pulsing gently inside her. "I love you, Jack." "I love you, Dani," he replied, pushing his weight against her, making her gasp as his lips reached for hers. They kissed and Danielle put a strangle hold on his shaft. Jack moaned against her mouth as the base of his shaft spasmed trying to push anything it could from his overworked testes into her. "Oh god, Dani...you already got it all for now..." "Keep fucking, I want to feel it squishing," she said. Jack did as she asked, and she sighed happily closing her eyes as he sloshed around in his already spent seed, making obscenely wet noises emanate from between her thighs. Using her fingers, Danielle smeared the cum that was making its way out around his piston on her tender nub. She shuddered happily from both his gliding cock and her own masturbating. "Oh god," she said quietly as she squeezed Jack with another orgasm. This was too much for Jack, and he was forced to pull out because of his sensitive head. Danielle whined unhappily as he pulled out, and did her best to hold on to him. Jack's drained member came free with a slick pop and Danielle quickly plunged a few fingers into her abandoned vagina. Jack watched amused for a minute while she mucked around in her sticky hole, and then got up to take a shower before work. Stepping under the hot water, he thought back over the last 2 years since the night Danielle had put an end to her tortured past. That little cabin had been a C.S.I.'s dream, with broken glass, drops of blood, gunshots, and even a sex juice stained bedspread. Under Jane's direction however, only that which dealt with Mike's breaking and entering and his being killed in self- defense became official record. She had also helped to streamline the adoption process for Danielle, who became Jack's legal daughter less than a month later. Jack's parents had been surprised of course, and no doubt had suspicions when Jack introduced them to Danielle. In a little under an hour though, they came to adore their sudden granddaughter and they both expressed how proud they were of their son taking her in. Life had continued on as normal for several months until a letter addressed to Danielle was delivered with no return address. It explained that Danielle's father had participated in a secret government funded program and had died as a result of it. A bank account number was provided as well as instructions on how to find a key to a safe deposit box that Danielle could only access after she had turned 18. Though Jack had felt the letter was somebody's idea of a sick joke, Danielle noticed that the instructions on finding the key took her near her old house where she and her mother had been living when her father died. She convinced Jack to take her there, and they found the key. As a result, Jack decided to look into the bank account number and was surprised to not only find that it was real, but that it was in Danielle's name. It contained a little less than one million dollars, and appeared to have been setup in the late 19th century, though the bank dismissed that as being a clerical error. Although Danielle was in full control of the money, she and Jack decided it would be best to save it for important needs, rather than day-to-day spending. The key was the big mystery. Aside from the identifying numbers on it, there was no telling who had placed the key or when it had been placed, though it did not appear at all aged. It belonged to a bank in Chicago, so a trip to the windy city would be needed in 5 years. Jack had contacted the bank and put Danielle on the phone, as only her name appeared on the box. All they would tell her was that it was among the older accounts, and it had apparently survived the Great Chicago Fire of 1871. The rest was left to her imagination until she was old enough to open it. Jack shut off the shower, and stepped out, finding Danielle sitting on the toilet. She smiled at him and spread her legs, showing the trickle of semen as it drained out of her. "Bye sperm..." she sang, bearing down to expel it. Jack couldn't help laughing. "Well if that's all you're going to do with it, maybe I shouldn't give anymore of it to you," Jack joked. Danielle stuck out her tongue at him. She got up, wiped off her lips and inner thighs, and pulled off her shirt to shower. The little 30A breasts Jack had bought a bra for, had since grown to a fuller 34B. "Are you and Dana going shopping today?" he asked her as he dried off, admiring her body. "Yeah," she said, turning on the water. "We'll be back by 2 or so. Some of the girls are coming over to her place...unless you'd rather they come over here..." She was referring to the rainbow party that she and Dana had surprised him with last week. He finally came in the mouth of a timid young 10-year old named Jules, who had skipped a few grades and became good friends with Danielle and Dana at school. "Jules really wants her cherry popped," Danielle stated with a wink as she stepped into the shower. Jack just shook his head in disbelief. After drying off and dressing, he headed out to the kitchen to start breakfast. He cracked a couple of eggs into a pan and there was a knock on the door before he heard a key turn the lock and the door open. "Hey Jack," said Dana who came into the kitchen and hugged him from behind. Jack felt her large breasts press into his back. Puberty had been good to her. He turned around to kiss her cheek. "Dani in the shower?" "Yeah. She told me the two of you were hitting the mall," he said, looking over his shoulder at her for the first time. The shirt she wore fed him an eyeful of cleavage. Dana noticed his stare and released him, stepping back. The skirt was incredibly short too, covering little more than an inch below the crotch. "Shopping for something other than clothes?" he asked. "Always!" she said, licking her lips. "Well, just be safe, ok?" he asked of her, knowing what she tended to get herself into. "Oh Jack, don't be like that. You know I only let you and daddy cum in me," she said, referencing her recently consummated relationship with her father. "The rest gotta wrap it." "Alright, I'm just doing my job as a responsible adult, is all," he said with mock authority. Dana stuck her tongue out at him before spinning around to flash him her thong bared ass. She then headed down the hall to the bathroom to wait for Danielle. Jack plated his eggs, popped a few slices of toast, and downed them before the girls came out. Danielle was dressed much more modestly than Dana was, as she intended to stay faithful to Jack (at least where men and boys were concerned). "Are these clothes, ok, Daddy?" Danielle asked giggling, while Dana rolled her eyes at their pseudo-incest jokes. She had the real thing, after all. "Ok? If I hadn't just filled you with cum when I woke up, I'd be stripping you right now to do so," he answered. The three of them laughed at that and Jack checked the clock, noticing that it was almost time for him to go. "You girls need a ride?" "Nope, Jessie is gonna pick us up," Danielle said. "Ok, well, I'm out of here," Jack said, getting up and kissing both girls on the lips. He grabbed his coat, and headed out the door. He got in the car, and no sooner had he started the engine, Danielle came running out of the house towards him. He rolled down the window to see what was up. She pushed her lips onto his, and slid her tongue into his mouth. "Hurry home," she said. "Jules will need a ride by 7." She gave him a wink before dashing back into the house, leaving Jack to wonder what he had done to be so lucky. END. Author's note: Well, there you have it, my first (well written, anyways) erotic story. When I started this some time in June of 2004, I had no idea it would turn into a 45,000 word epic 18 months later. I should mention that I was inspired by Amber Gold's "Hot Little Honeys" and that really shows in the first chapter's setup of the story. I realize I left the safety deposit key at the end unexplained and unexplored, but I'm leaving that for the prequel I'm currently working on to explain for you. Hopefully I'll turn that one out quicker than I did this one, so keep an eye out for it! Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome. Hardguy 8=====>~~~ This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.