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Night Moves - by - The StoryMaster

The odd sensation grew and grew, until it actually introduced itself
into her dreams.  She dreamed she was horseback riding.  

Alyssa Adams, like most young ladies her age loved horseback riding.
She loved the clothing. She loved the scene around the stable,
including the stable boys, and she loved the thrill of having control
over such powerful animals.  Another aspect of riding that Alyssa also
loved, but would never admit to anyone, was the feel of the horse
between her legs; the heat and the rubbing and the occasional pounding
when she let her mount go into a fast trot.  Alyssa, of course, wasn't
alone in this respect, for it was a secret pleasure shared by
practically every female who ever sat a horse, but one which was
never, ever discussed.

Still very much asleep, Alyssa began to squirm fitfully as those
curious tendrils of tickling fire, sizzled up her inner thighs.  In
her dreams Trooper, her favorite chestnut gelding's powerful body
heaved back and forth.. back and forth in a slow rolling canter.  

Rick had waited for over and hour after the stunning twelve year old
said her "goodnights" to everyone at her parent's cocktail party.  His
eyes had locked onto her lithe little body while she made her rounds
and remained so until through the double  doorway into the front hall
he'd watched her glide up the carpeted staircase as gracefully as a
young gazelle.  At one point as she was leaning down to kiss her Aunt
Millie goodnight, her pretty silk nightie had ridden up her legs,
revealing the breathtaking curves of a totally bare little bottom.
Alyssa Adams wasn't wearing any panties.

And pantyless was how Rick found her when after inventing a plausible
excuse, allowing him to leave the other party guests in the living
room, he'd silently stolen up the stairs in search of Alyssa's
bedroom.  The second door on the left was slightly ajar, and guessing
correctly, Rick pushed it open ever so carefully.  In a big
four-poster bed on the far side of the darkened room, in the widening
swath of light from the hallway, the object of his desires lay
slumbering peacefully.   It was a warm night and the lovely young girl
had unwittingly aided Rick in his quest by kicking her covers off in
her sleep.  Stepping quickly inside and closing the door behind
himself, Rick was greeted by the distinct aroma of a young girl's
bedroom.  He took a second to allow his eyes to become accustom to the
dim light coming from the nightlight near what he assumed was the
bathroom door and then moved silently to the side of the bed.  

His mouth as dry as the Mojave desert, Rick breathlessly hoisted the
hem of her nightie, revealing his neighbor's daughter in all of her
loveliness.  Rick thanked his lucky stars that he'd found the
opportunity at the dinner table to slip the young Miss Adams a mild
tranquilizer in her milk.  As a result she appeared to be sleeping
fairly soundly.  Without rousing the girl, Rick managed to separated
her slender legs and then position himself between them, resting
comfortably on his elbows.  He fully expected the exquisite twelve
year old to awaken abruptly as soon as his lips made contact with her,
and he was prepared for that eventuality, but happily it wasn't
necessary.  Even now as his lips and tongue roamed gently over her
succulent folds, she slumbered on, caught up in some exciting dream
and seemingly unaware of his attentions.  Rick couldn't believe his
good fortune when the bewitching youngster began to roll her hips in a
slow, steady cadence as Alyssa and Trooper galloped in the warm
sunshine across a blissful field of dreams.

There is little that can compare with the exceptional fragrance of a
young lady in her formative years; so robust and uninhibited.  Later
in life Alyssa, like most young women, would go to great lengths to
disguise this fundamental essence, but for the time being, Rick would
enjoy her to the fullest.  With his nose nestled between the resilient
rolls of the slumbering girl's labia majora, he kissed the tiny
petal-like inner lips just above her diminutive vaginal opening.  His
senses reeling from her enchanting flavor and aroma, Rick fairly
feasted upon his neighbor's twelve year old daughter, nibbling and
licking the fresh, succulent folds of her most intimate flesh.

Even with the tranquilizer, Rick was amazed that Alyssa hadn't
awakened, when after ten minutes or so, he still enjoyed unfettered
access to her.  It became evident however, after a few more minutes
that she was beginning to become aware of his attentions, for twice
her pelvis jerked rather vigorously as he moved his lips over her,
startling Rick in the process.  On one occasion he was forced to
spread her legs again after she clamped her thighs together on either
side of his head, but otherwise, the slumbering young girl seemed to
accept his affections without complaint.  Unfortunately, as much as he
savored his quality time with Alyssa, Rick knew that eventually he
would be missed downstairs, and that soon he and his precious partner
would have to part company.  

In fact, he'd all but decided to wrap things up with Alyssa, a little
disappointed  that she might never be the wiser of their special time
together, when unexpectedly her hips bucked upward quite forcefully,
painfully driving her prominent pubic arch into Rick's nose.  Eyes
watering like crazy, Rick raised his head and found himself staring
into two huge brown eyes filled with confusion and alarm.  Even in the
faint illumination provided by the nightlight, Rick could tell that
the young girl was not amused, and just barely missed sustaining
another blow to the head when she slammed her knees together, yanked
her nightie down to cover herself and rolled onto her side.

"Mr. Taylor, what are you doing!?!" she exclaimed in a hushed voice as
soon as she'd recovered from her initial surprise.  With her knees
drawn up close to her chest, the young girl propped herself up on one
elbow and glared at him angrily.

Alyssa was still in a mild state of shock as she stared at the older
man crouched at the end of her bed.  "What was he doing in her room at
this hour, and what had he been doing to her while she was asleep?"
Waking up suddenly to find a grown man lying between her legs was
understandably troubling to the pretty youngster.  Alyssa sensed a
curious wetness and instinctively knew that something wasn't right
"down there".  Shuddering slightly, and fearful of his answer, Alyssa
asked once again, "What are you doing in my room, Mr. Taylor?  You're
not supposed to be here, you know," she added accusingly.

Now one might think that being caught late at night in the bedroom of
a twelve year old girl would be worrisome to Rick, but surprisingly
this wasn't the case.  In fact, a rather stunned Miss Alyssa Adams
watched speechlessly as the man slowly got to his feet and took a seat
next to her on the bed.  "Now let's not be like that, Alyssa," he
chided gently, and then unbelievably he reached out and placed a hand
onto her right thigh.  Recoiling from his touch, Alyssa grabbed a
fistful of covers, tugging them up to her chin, and fawning behind
them, she glared at him incredulously.  "I just want for us to be
friends and maybe get to know each other a little bit better,
sweetheart, that's all," he added with surprising tenderness.

Alyssa was very confused to say the least.  "He'd called her
`sweetheart'!"  She'd known Mr. Taylor for several years, but they
weren't what you'd call close friends or anything.  After all, "Young
ladies her age weren't supposed to allow grownup guys to get "too
close"," her mother's voice reminded her subconsciously.  Her older
brother, Terry, and Mr. Taylor's son, Kevin, were best friends, and
the two families saw quite a bit of each other which was all fine and
good, but huddled there in the dimness beside the grown man seated
next to her on the bed, Alyssa had the sneaking suspicion that Mr.
Taylor had something else entirely on his mind. 

Alyssa had gone into the seventh grade that year, and having taken a
couple of science classes like biology and sex education, she knew a
little bit about the kind of stuff that girls and boys could do
together.  In fact, several of her girlfriends were already "messing
around" with boys, and kept her apprized regularly of their escapades.
Alyssa, on the other hand, had always been a good girl.  That is with
the exception of the thing with Terry, but nobody would ever find out
about that!

"What had Mr. Taylor done to her while she was sleeping?" Alyssa
wondered once again.  She felt so cool and wet "down there".  She
resisted the urge to explore herself under the covers.  Honestly,
Alyssa didn't want to think about.  She just wanted the older man to
get out of her room and leave her alone.  She thought about calling
for her parents, but reconsidered, not wishing to endure the hassle
and embarrassment that it would surely cause.  Summoning her courage,
Alyssa glared at the man.  "I think you'd better leave, Mr. Taylor,"
she told him in no uncertain terms.  Maddeningly he merely smiled in
response to her demands.  "You need to leave... now, Mr. Taylor.
Otherwise, I'm gonna call my Dad," Alyssa threatened, keeping her
voice low and under control.  Certain that he would capitulate to this
final ultimatum, and feeling rather proud of herself for standing up
to the man, Alyssa was understandably shocked by his reply.

"Now is that any way to treat a special friend?" Rick Taylor answered
in an unctuous tone of voice.  

Alyssa was flabbergasted.  He actually reached out and patted her on
the butt, prompting her to scuttle away from him on the bed, and cower
in the corner like a frightened bunny rabbit.  Granted, Alyssa was
frightened, but she was also angry as hell.  "You get away from me,
Mr. Taylor, and get out of my room, or so help me, I'll..." she
hissed, but the man cut her off in mid-threat.

"You'll what, my dear?" Rick replied smoothly.  "Call for your
parents?  Is that what you plan to do?"  After a pause he went on in a
calm, quiet voice.  "Well you go right ahead and do that, sweetheart,
but before you do I want to share a little secret with you."  Smiling
at the confused expression he received in return, Rick pressed on.
"Call your parents, Alyssa.  That might get me into a bit of trouble,
but I can always say that I walked into the wrong room by mistake.
Your Mom and Dad will believe me too.  We've been friends for years,"
he reasoned.  "What I'll be curious to see is just how they'll react
to the news that their precious young daughter has been "fooling
around" with her older brother."

The silence was deafening.  The only discernable sound in the room for
many moments was the soft whirr of the electric clock radio on the
bedside table.  Leaning closer to the young girl, Rick was forced to
stifle a laugh when in the dimness of the nightlight he recognized a
look of astonishment mixed with a healthy dose of obvious distress
upon the otherwise breathtakingly lovely face of Miss Alyssa Adams.
"Oh, I guess you thought that no one else knew about you and Terry. Is
that it, young lady?" he asked her sternly.  "Well, I've got news for
you, Alyssa.  The cat's out of the bag.  How do you think your parents
are gonna feel when they learn about your little secret, not to
mention what your friends at school are going to say," he continued to
spell out a litany of the probable consequences of her transgressions.

Alyssa sat in near shock, listening while their neighbor, Mr. Taylor,
put into words her deepest and darkest fears.  "How had he found out?
Who'd told on her?"  She'd made Terry swear on a stack of bibles that
he would never, ever tell a soul about what they'd done.  "Had
somebody else seen them somehow that afternoon nearly a year ago?"
Alyssa Adams was one distressed young lady.

As far as she knew, the house had been empty.  Her Dad was still at
work and their Mom had left a note on the kitchen table that she was
shopping and would be home in an hour or so.  It was Thursday, and
Alyssa had come home directly after her two o'clock gym class.  Most
of her classmates showered at the gym, but since her family lived only
two blocks from her neighborhood middle-school, Alyssa was in the
habit of coming home to a leisurely bath.  Terry, her older brother by
two years, usually didn't get home for a couple of hours after Alyssa.
Usually he liked to hang out with his friends, but that particular
afternoon turned out to be the exception to the rule.

While the tub was filling with warm, sudsy water, Alyssa got
undressed.  Then as she was turning to climb into the bathtub she
caught her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of her
bathroom door.  Alyssa was just entering that magical, mystical age of
curiosity and sexual awareness, and pausing almost trance-like the
pretty pre-teen stood studying her developing young body for several
minutes.  Gazing fixedly at her reflection in the mirror,
unconsciously Alyssa's right hand began to stray, first across her
little "pin prick" beasts and then slowly downward over her tummy.  A
delectable shiver passed through the little brunette when at last her
fingertips found the top of her nicely rounded pubic crest.  A little
flicker of disappointment crossed her pretty face as her big brown
eyes settled on that area of her developing anatomy.  

To anyone else, that which Alyssa Adams beheld in her bathroom mirror
would be considered utterly enchanting, but not to the somewhat late
blooming eleven year old.  Whereas many of her friends were already
sporting pretty little "bushes" to one degree or another, to Alyssa's
chagrin her wide and prominent Mons Veneris (Mound of Venus) and
generous Labia Majora (outer lips) remained totally devoid of any
trace of pubic covering.  Between those two sumptuous rolls which
stood like fleshy gates, guarding the treasures behind them, her
pudendal cleft delved deeply, but not so deeply as to reveal even the
slightest glimpse of the more succulent inner petals of her Labia
Minora (inner lips).  Alyssa was tremendously self-conscious about her
lack of pubic hair which was another reason she preferred to bathe
alone and at home whenever possible rather than endure the curious
stares and surreptitious snickers of her female classmates.  

Lost in the kinds of daydreams that adolescent girls sometimes have in
the bathroom, Alyssa was completely unaware that her brother, Terry,
had "inadvertently" walked in on her until he cleared his throat.
"Terry, you scared me to death," the startled pre-teen gasped, jerking
her hand away and staring up at her older brother who stood at the
bathroom door.  Instantly noticing the rather odd expression on his
face and then fearing the worst she asked rather plaintively, "H..how
l..ong have you been standing there?"

"Long enough, Sis!" was his reply along with what can only be
described as a "shit eating grin".

"Oh, God!" Alyssa cried silently to herself.  "Had he seen her.. you
know.. touching herself?  It wasn't her fault.  It's not like she did
it all the time or anything.  It just felt so good, that's all.  Maybe
Terry hadn't seen." she prayed.

Then as if her brother had read her mind he asked, his voice strangely
hoarse, "Does that feel good, Sis?  It sure looked to me like you were
enjoying yourself," Terry added with a funny little chuckle, and to
Alyssa's dismay he stepped farther into the bathroom.

Her cheeks already slightly flushed from her recent activities, Alyssa
blushed like a stoplight beneath her brother's probing gaze.  Feeling
his eyes begin to wander over her nakedness, the comely then eleven
year old sought to cover herself.  "Terryyyy!" she whined.  "Would you
mind leaving, please!"

"OK, Sis.  Sure, I'll leave if you want me to, but how about letting
me try what you were doing just for a little while before I go.  I
mean what kind of brother would I be if I didn't want to help my kid
sister feel good."  The shit eating grin was back.

Alyssa was stunned by what he was suggesting.  "How could he.  He was
her brother, for Christ sake!" she exclaimed silently, too
flabbergasted to speak.  

"Come on, Alyssa.  Just let me feel around for a minute or two and
then I'll leave, and I promise I won't tell anybody, ever," Terry
practically pleaded, moving even closer.  
Alyssa had never seen this side of her older brother before, and it
was a little scarey, but there was no way she was ever going to let
him touch her like that.  "No way, Jose!"  "You need to get out of
here right now, Terry, or I'll tell Mom.  I swear I will!" she
threatened.  But instead of leaving, she watched a wicked little smile
spread across her brother's lips.

"That's a great idea, Alyssa.  Maybe I should tell Mom all about what
I saw you doing to yourself when I "accidentally" walked in on you.
What do you think, Sis?"

Alyssa was horrified by his proposal.  She couldn't imagine anything
worse than having her mother find out that she'd been... you know...
mastur...masturbating.  That is of course until her brother slid his
hand slowly between her trembling thighs and his fingers began to
touch her in places where nobody else had ever touched her before.
Alyssa had tried unsuccessfully to ignore the rapt expression on her
older brother's flushed face, and his whispered comments as his finger
tips tickled and probed, exploring her more thoroughly than she
herself had ever dared.  He apologized gruffly when after pushing a
little too forcefully in one particular place, Alyssa had yelped in
pain and surprise.

Terry had spent nearly a half hour with Alyssa that fateful afternoon,
and when he was finished Alyssa was left stunned and confused by the
conflicting emotions she felt following the incident.  On the one hand
having to submit to her brother's explorations had been supremely
humiliating, but on the other hand the physical sensations Terry had
stirred in her had been at once both frightening and titillating.  It
wouldn't be the last time Terry and Alyssa would spend quality time
together, and until now Alyssa had always believed their secret was
secure.  Not so apparently.

"So my dear," Rick Taylor spoke softly, interrupting Alyssa's
forbidden memories.  "It appears that you and I are privy to some
rather sensitive information.  Information which should probably
remain confidential.  Wouldn't you agree?"

Still cowering in the corner of her bed with the covers drawn up under
her chin, the attractive pre-teen considered the older man seated
nearby with feelings of deep concern.  `What exactly was he implying?'

"Answer me, Alyssa," Mr. Taylor insisted, startling her.  "You do wish
to keep your relationship with Terry a secret, don't you?"

"It isn't a relationship!" Alyssa spat angrily.

"Whatever," Rick replied condescendingly.  "In any case, I'm assuming
you wouldn't want your `episodes' with your brother to become common
knowledge.  Am I right?"  Rick leaned closer and glared at the girl in
the subdued room light.  "Am I right, Alyssa?"

"Yes...OK...Yes!" she hissed at last.  "Now will you please leave,"
she implored her neighbor.

"Absolutely I'll leave, sweetheart," he said, patting her on the leg
and leaning back.  "Somebody's gonna wonder where I am in a minute
anyway," he added.  "We wouldn't want our little secret to get out,
now would we," he chuckled, rising from the bed.  Without further ado
the older man walked quietly to the door.  Alyssa watched him warily.
As he reached the door Mr. Taylor turned and whispered, "I enjoyed our
time together tonight Alyssa.  I'm sorry you were asleep for most of
it, but we'll get together again soon.  I promise."  With that Rick
Taylor opened the door and was gone.

End.. SM

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