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 This story contains consensual sexual activity between an eighteen year old
boy and an eleven year old girl.  If you have a problem with that, please
leave.

   My second story on asstr!

   Sorry if the quality isn't very good, I wrote it at like four in the
morning.

   Please send me feedback: lovegirls@sigaint.org
Tags: cons, Mg, ped, pett


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   It was only a few weeks after returning home from college for summer
break, and already I was more a plant than an animal.  I had a chair in my
family's living room that I sat in pretty much all day, only leaving to
sleep or eat.  Mostly I practiced coding or writing.  When I got tired of
practicing real skills, I decided to practice my video gaming skills.  I
had applied to several jobs to no avail.  At first, my father disapproved
of my lethargic state, but once I proved to him that I was actually doing
something worthwhile most of the time, he left me alone.

   Anyway, it was one such completely lethargic day when my cell phone
rang. It had been so long since hearing my phone do anything that it made
me jump a good half mile.  I looked around trying to find the sound,
finally snatching my phone off the coffee table in front of me.  One of my
best friends, Hope Hampton, was on the line, and she sounded panicky and
was talking much faster than usual.

   "Whoa, hey, slow down!" I told her.  "Calm down and talk slower please."

   "It's Grace!  She...  She..." and Hope started crying.

   I sat bolt upright.  "She what?  What happened?"

   "She fell from our attic!  She hit her head and wrist and there's
something wrong with her knee.  We're at the hospital now," she exclaimed.
She told me the name of the hospital and I was at the hospital in five
minutes.  As soon as she saw me she ran to me, throwing her arms around me.
"Thank you so much for coming!"

   "Of course," I said.

   Mrs.  Hampton came into the waiting room.  "Grace will be okay.  Her
head and wrist are minor injuries.  Her knee, however, will need a brace."
She then noticed me.  She said, "Hope called you minutes before I was
called back.  How did you get here so quickly?  I thought you lived ten
minutes away?" "If I obey the speed limit, yes," I replied.  Hope laughed a
little and Mrs.  Hampton smiled.

   "Anyway," Mrs.  Hampton continued, "she'll need a brace and crutches for
a few weeks, maybe even months depending on what the doctors say." Now a
little backstory: Hope and I met a few years ago through a homeschool
group. She's the oldest of four and has two younger sisters and a younger
brother.  Grace was the oldest of her siblings, followed by Faith and
Joshua.  I got to know the Hamptons really well over the years and, as I
discovered my attraction to kids, I developed a crush on Grace.  When we
met, she was eight years old.  She was a vivacious young girl, full of life
and mischief.  She was always getting into trouble.  She had long brown
hair and light brown eyes.  Now she's eleven and the only changes I've
noticed in her were physical.  She got a little taller and she cut her hair
shorter.  A few weeks ago, I noticed something very interesting while
watching her and her younger siblings: she was wearing a bra.

   A few days after Grace's accident, I got another call, this one from a
frantic Mrs.  Hampton.  "My husband's on a business trip, Hope's spending
the night at a friend's house and Joshua has a fever that's been refusing
to drop.  It just spiked, so I need to take him to a doctor.  Can you
please watch Grace and Faith?"

   "Of course," I replied.  "I'll be over in a few minutes." When I arrive,
Faith greets me at the door.

   "Mommy already left.  Gracie's in the living room," she reports.  She
looks worried, so I tell her that I'm sure Joshua will be fine.  She takes
me at my word and leads me back into the living room.  Grace smiles and
calls my name as I walk in and stretches out her arms.  I go over and give
her a tight hug, savouring the feeling of her warm arms around my neck. 
She and Faith are sitting on the couch watching TV.  I check the time to
find it is 7:43 exactly.  "Have y'all eaten yet?" I ask.

   "No, mom left a note on the kitchen table for you.  I think there's
something in the freezer," Grace tells me.

   I wave my hand dismissively and say, "Freezer meals are boring.  Let me
see if there's something else I can use." One reason Grace and Faith prefer
me to any other sitter is because I never cook a freezer meal for them.  I
always find something fresh in the fridge.  The other reason they prefer me
is I let them get away with just about anything.  Sure enough, I find Mrs.
Hampton's standard note telling me what to feed them, when they need to go
to bed, and whatever else needs to be done.  I notice one of the items on
the list is to make sure they get a bath.  My mind instantly fills with
fantasies of bathing the two of them.  I shake my head and return to the
task at hand.  Both have assured me that they are old enough to bathe
themselves.

   By the time Grace and Faith have eaten dinner, it's near Faith's
bedtime. Since I have no clue when Mrs.  Hampton will be back, I decide to
enforce it this time.  I tell Faith to start running Faith's water for her
bath.  Once it's ready, I call for her to come and take her bath.  She runs
into the room wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties.  She waves
goodbye to me and closes the door as I leave.  I take a minute to burn the
image of her beautiful half naked body into my brain.  I picture the way
her feet hit the ground and her smooth, little legs powered her forward.  I
think about that forbidden zone, tantalizingly hidden by those sweet, pink
panties.  Her smooth stomach wakes up my hard-on, and her little nipples,
hardened by the cool air in the bathroom call it to full attention.  What
really completes the picture in my head is her smooth body.  Not a single
hair to be found on her beautiful seven year old body except on her head.
Only Grace's calls for water shatter my reverie.  After Faith finished her
bath and drained the tub, I run the water again for Grace's bath and go to
read Faith a story before bed.  After tucking her in, I help Grace up the
stairs and into the bathroom.  My mind, still on fire from the picture in
my head of Faith, begins to picture Grace as she undressed.  I'm leaning on
the door when it opens, so I almost lose my balance.  Grace is standing
there, leaning on the wall, in only her towel.  Her face is beet red with
embarrassment.  She looks about ready to cry.

   "What's wrong?" I ask.  Her response is too quiet to understand, so I
ask her to repeat herself.

   "I can't even get into the tub," she whispers, mortified.  I'm surprised
when she turns redder, thinking she has already reached the maximum redness
possible.  "I don't think I can wash myself either, but I don't want to
skip it, I've already skipped bathing every day since my accident and I--"

   I put my finger to her lips and shush her.  "It's fine, I'll help you
in." My brain tells me that this is a bad idea, but my hard-on disagrees.

   "And- and wash me too?" she whispers, still embarrassed.

   I pretend like I'm thinking about it and, after a few seconds, reply,
"Sure.  Of course."

   She then, slowly, allows her towel to drop.  I quickly glance over her
small body.  Her body is smooth, much like Faith's, but one can definitely
tell she's older.  Her breasts, as I suspected, are starting to develop. 
Two small buds on her chest, topped by small, pointy nipples salute me. 
Her hands are covering her pussy, so I can't yet get a good look.  I tell
her to lean on me and I gently pick her up.  My heart races as it comes
into contact with her smooth, naked skin.  I gently lie her in the water. I
grab the bar of soap and bottle of shampoo from the counter.  I do the
shampoo first, washing her shoulder length, brown hair.  After rinsing that
out, I use the bar of soap to wash the part of her that's out of the water.
Starting with her arms, I work my way from her hands to her shoulders
almost sensually.  I then wash her upper back.  I move my hands around to
the front and wash her chest, taking extra care to go over her nipples a
few times.  I may be wrong, but I don't think the cold air is what makes
her nipples stand so erect now.  Her face, instead of being bright red from
embarrassment, is now pink with...  pleasure?  I shake myself mentally,
telling myself to cool down.

   "How are you going to wash my bottom half?  She asks.

   "Like this: I'll help you stand on your good leg, then I'll kneel and
you will rest your hand on my head."

   I stand her up and by the time we're in a good position, her pussy is
right at eye level.  It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.  Her
beautiful pussy lips are hairless, except for a light coat of peach fuzz. I
can smell its sweet aroma even at the distance I'm at.  I grab the soap and
begin with her feet.  I work up each leg individually, taking extra care
around her damaged knee.  When I reach her private area, I jump over it and
finish her stomach.  I then move to her back.  Her ass, two small,
well-shaped globes of flesh is very fun to wash.  I wash a cheek with each
hand making sure to swipe her crack with my thumb to make sure it's clean.
Now the part I am most eager about.  I clean her pussy the most quickly so
as not to make her too uncomfortable.  She gasps as I run my hand over the
area, making sure to "accidentally" rub her clit.  After she is completely
soaped, I sit her back down and rinse her off with the shower head.  I pull
the plug and the water begins to drain.  I start to help her up.

   "Wait," she says.

   "What's wrong?" I ask.

   She starts breathing heavily, and I'm concerned.  She then does
something that shocks me: she grabs my hand and puts it between her legs.
She looks at me with her big, brown eyes, almost begging me.

   How can I say no?  I rub her pussy, slowly at first.  Then I use my left
hand to stimulate her clit as I slide my right middle finger into her
pussy. She gasps with pleasure, thrusting my finger deeper into her.  In
seconds, she orgasms, her pussy clenching my finger.  Her hands grip the
side of the tub and she bites her lip as her, probably first, orgasm
shudders through her.  I remove my finger as she's calming down and taste
her juices.  She tastes marvelous.

   "Your turn," she says breathily.

   "No, let's get you to bed.  I don't know when your mother will be home.
I'll take care of myself this time."

   She smiles, "Okay."

   I pick her up and help her into her clothes.  I then lay her in her bed
and kiss her mouth gently.  She kisses me back, and I feel fire burn
through my whole body.  We break the kiss and I leave the room, hard-on
desperate for attention.  I go back to the bathroom.  It still smells like
Grace, so it doesn't take long to satisfy myself.

   I go back downstairs to the living room and grab my cell phone.  There's
a message from Mrs.  Hampton: "There were complications, probably won't be
home until after midnight.  Sorry." I check the time.  It's 10:32 exactly.
While I am disappointed that I actually did have time for Grace to satisfy
me, it's for the best.  Better safe than sorry and all that.  My
relationship with Grace is just starting.  I know there will be more
opportunities.