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Orphans
by Janna Leonard (sensuscribe3@yahoo.com)

***

Three neglected and lonely children find some happiness 
in their lives. (FFm-teens, inc, rom, 1st, oral, anal)

***

Getting out of an orphanage is both a blessing and a 
frightening experience. I knew where I was 
geographically, but not who I was. Years before, the 
tiny wrapped bundle had appeared on the rolls of the 
Sisters of Mercy as "baby Smith". They had fed and kept 
me, schooled me and taught me their values. They had 
christened me Caren, and discouraged any attempt to 
inquire into my past.  What if my parents were still 
alive, I said, surely they would love me now?  Mother 
Superior stifled any argument I posed with the same 
comment, final and binding--"It's just not possible."

Still, being free was worth something, and I set about 
making a life for myself.  The town of Seeley, Illinois 
was not a large city, and I found a job as a desk clerk 
in a local motel. Working nights, I had the days free 
to roam the countryside. The Sisters had frowned upon 
any immodesty, so with my first few paychecks I 
purchased clothes that were just that -- skimpy, 
revealing bits of fabric that barely concealed what was 
underneath. I also threw away every pair of pajamas I 
had. 

At work I was always prim and proper, but after so many 
years of stricture and "do-nots", I felt the urge to 
break free. They didn't believe that photographs were 
an essential part of a girl's upbringing either, so I 
had a studio set made of myself. What looked back at me 
from the poses was a dark-haired female of 18 years, 
medium height and weight, with brown eyes. Clear light 
tan complexion, high cheek bones and an athletic build 
completed me.

I didn't own a car and didn't know how to drive, so a 
bicycle was my only transportation. It was sufficient 
except on grocery day, when I overloaded it with all 
the previously forbidden foods. (I especially liked 
popsicles and ice cream.) 

One Saturday morning about 7:30 I left to find a place 
to sunbathe. I had bought a new swim suit, bright 
yellow and barely more than triangles and string. I 
couldn't use the motel pool, so I headed for the river. 
Across the bridge, I turned north and headed upstream, 
walking the bike on the trail.  Several hundred yards 
up, a small stream blocked my path, and I went west to 
find a place to cross.

I walked the bank of the stream for some distance 
before I found the perfect place, a clearing next to 
the water with a clear pool at the edge. Nature had 
started the construction by dropping a couple of big 
trees across the stream bed, and enterprising humans 
had obviously placed other branches and stones to help 
block the flow. The result was a small pond perhaps one 
hundred feet in diameter. I could see the sand bottom, 
and quickly leaned my bike against a nearby tree. I 
slipped off a sandal and dipped my foot, finding it 
pleasantly cool. 

It was June and hot, and I got ready to swim. I took my 
towel from the basket and spread it out, putting my 
sandals in the basket. I looked around for

other people (my embedded training making itself known) 
before pulling my shirt over my head and removing my 
shorts. These I folded carefully and put in the basket, 
then I unsnapped my bra and shrugged out of it. My 
nipples hardened in the light breeze, and I rubbed them 
to make the itchy feeling go away. Finally I took off 
my panties, nice new ones with a pink ribbon, and put 
everything in the basket.

I got the bag with my new swim suit out and put it on. 
The top was small and I was unused to seeing any part 
of my breasts uncovered. The bottom was more difficult, 
the string that went between the cheeks of my butt was 
a new feeling, and I realized I'd have to trim my pubic 
hair. I pinned up my hair and waded into the water, 
carefully testing each step ahead to avoid potholes. I 
dunked and splashed, reveling in the freedom of nature, 
giving a small yell of joy to the birds. I smelled the 
piney woods and the earthy fragrance of the water, 
swimming back and forth celebrating.

After a half-hour, I climbed out and dried myself. My 
new suit was stretched out of shape and didn't cover 
anything anymore. My sparse pubic hair was clearly 
visible, as was one of my nipples. I understood that I 
had made a mistake, this was a suit that was more 
suitable for sunning than swimming. I couldn't return 
it, it had been worn, so I resolved to buy another 
later. Glancing around again, I took it off and hung it 
up to dry.

I sat on my towel, eating snacks that I had brought, 
enjoying the silence. I could hear the squirrels 
chittering somewhere and birds singing, but no exhaust 
noise or smell. I thought that if I could come here a 
couple of times a week, life would be good. 

That decided, I lay back and proceeded to finger my 
peach.  (The Sisters had taught us all the correct 
words, but vagina sounded so... clinical!) I remembered 
my best friend Samantha before she left, and the fun 
we'd had, moaning softly as my orgasm flowed through 
me. (That was something else that was forbidden, 
touching of yourself or anyone else, and those who were 
caught were made to confess in public.) I hoped that 
wherever she was, she was happy and that her adoptive 
family loved her.

I dozed in the sun for awhile, then returned to the 
water. The feelings of the water hitting my crotch 
without a suit astounded me! I waded further and 
started swimming, immersing my boobs. The nipples 
crinkled with the cool water, and I rubbed them again, 
pinching them lightly, enjoying the sensations. I 
played in the water for a long time, doing handstands 
and dunking myself. 

I sat on the bottom and played with my peach again, 
squeezing my nipples, having another wavy soft orgasm. 
The second one seemed to last longer and I decided not 
to buy another swim suit. I got out and dried myself, 
brushing out my hair. I dressed slowly, not wanting the 
day to end, but the shadows were getting long and I 
needed a few hours of sleep before work.

As I walked my bike down the trail toward town, a 
feminine-sounding voice said, "bye." Startled, I turned 
around quickly, trying to see who was there. I caught
a glimpse of skin, and heard some rustling in the 
underbrush, then everything got quiet. I stared hard, 
trying to identify anything out of place, but I 
couldn't see anything. On the ride home I blushed, 
thinking that whoever it was had seen me might have 
seen me touching myself. Once in my room, I showered 
and turned off the lights, setting my alarm for work.

The next day I shopped for food, and watched TV for 
awhile, and went to bed early, planning to go to the 
river the following day. Monday morning I packed my 
basket with my things and set off. The 4 or so miles 
passed quickly and as I walked on the trail toward the 
pool I stepped softly, hoping to see who had startled 
me. I emerged into the clearing and all was quiet. I 
had brought a blanket this time and my old suit. 
Although it was a bikini, it covered me completely and 
I had put it on in my room, not wanting to give whoever 
it was any more thrills. I spread my blanket and got my 
oil, sitting down to apply some to my legs. I was 
putting oil on my stomach when a voice said "Hi". I 
jumped, spilling the bottle, and looked around. There 
in the bushes not ten feet away, I saw a mop of blond 
hair and a pair of incredibly blue eyes, staring at me.

"Come out here! How dare you sneak up on a person!" I 
yelled, and the voice laughed.

"I see you! You come out this instant, you hear me?" I 
said, and the bush parted. A boy stepped out, dressed 
in nothing but a pair of faded blue shorts. He was 
carrying a stick that was taller than he was and he was 
smiling.

"How come you ain't naked today?" he asked.

"None of your business, you little.... peeping tom, 
you!" I sputtered.

"I liked you better naked," he said, smiling. His 
shorts were held with string and he was as dirty as 
only little boys can get. I thought him to be about ten 
or twelve, because he was barely five feet tall and 
skinny. He needed a haircut badly and his ears hadn't 
been washed in a week or more.

"Just who are you?" I asked, stepping toward him. Like 
lightning, he whipped the stick around and held it in a 
defensive posture, ready to bolt. His face had lost 
it's smile and I didn't feel like getting clobbered 
with it, so I stepped back and held up my hands.

"Ok, Ok," I said.

"Toby Ferguson, at your service, Ma'am," he said 
gravely, like it was rehearsed.

"Caren Smith is who I am," I said, "nice to meet you."

He slowly lowered one end of the stick to the ground 
and relaxed a little.

"Why did you scare me today?" I asked.

"Cuz you're on Ferguson land," he said.

"Am I trespassing, is that it?" I asked. He nodded yes 
as he pulled up his shorts with one hand.

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked.

He shook his head no.

"Then what do you want?" I asked.

He considered this for a few seconds and said "I want 
to see you naked again."

I blushed pink and said "Absolutely out of the 
question, mister, no way!"

"Why not?" he stated, using logic that only he could 
fathom.

"Because! That's why!" I said loudly, getting redder 
and angrier.

"I see my sister all the time and she's as big as you," 
he calmly said.

"Good for you!" I cried, "you can go see her, but you 
are NOT seeing me naked today, got that?"

Letting this little boy fluster me was looking more and 
more like a bad idea, so I walked to the water and 
waded in, ending our conversation. How dare he ask that 
of me, the little spy? I thought. Where is mother? For 
that matter, where was his sister when you needed her? 
I asked myself.

A few minutes of swimming calmed me down enough to 
leave the water and sit on my blanket. Toby sat cross-
legged on the grass a few feet away, with his stick 
across his knees, staring at me. I took a coke and a 
sandwich from my bag and started eating, glancing at 
him from time to time.

I saw the look on his face and relented.

"Would you like a sandwich?" I asked. He nodded yes, 
wolfing it down quickly.

"How about a coke?" I asked, handing him the can. He 
nodded again and it disappeared in a few swallows.

"All I have left is some candy, want some?" I asked, 
and that vanished the same way as the sandwich. I 
thought it was no wonder he was so skinny, he was 
starved! I wondered if his sister was in the same shape 
and gave my self a mental note to bring more food the 
next day. Gradually he relaxed and I laid down and 
sunned, but there was tension in the air that was 
palpable. I swam for a little while and when I came out 
of the water, he was gone. I packed up my things and 
put on my clothes, leaving my last candy bar at the 
base of the bush where I had found him. Perhaps he'd 
get it before the squirrels did.

Work that night was hectic, there was a convention in 
town and all the drunks seemed to converge on the desk 
wanting keys at the same time. When my relief showed up 
promptly, I breathed a sigh of relief and went to 
shower. I took a short nap, then packed my basket with 
extra food. The extra weight made it hard to steer and 
I was a little later than usual arriving at the 
clearing. No one was in sight, so I leaned it against 
the tree and spread my blanket, waiting for Toby to 
arrive. An hour later he wasn't there, so I took off my 
clothes and sat down with my oil. I had finished oiling 
my arms, and Toby's voice said "Hi." I couldn't see 
him, so I asked "Where are you?"

"Up here," he said, and I looked up into the tree.

"I brought my sister," he said, and they jumped from 
the branch to the ground near me. She too had a stick, 
well-worn and wrapped in leather thong. She was a lot 
cleaner, with what looked like a loincloth covering her 
pubes. I stared at her, thinking she reminded me of 
Samantha. Same blue eyes and blond hair as her brother, 
she was barefoot and bare-chested. Her breasts were 
small and firm, sitting high on her chest. Like Toby, 
it was impossible for me to tell her true age. ( She 
was 17) She was cute in an elfin way and had pretty 
feet, with an all over tan that was striking. A little 
taller than Toby, she didn't smile as Toby introduced 
us.

"Caren, this is Peggy, Peggy, this here is Caren," he 
said, waving his arms at us as he said our names.

"Hi," I said, motioning for them to sit. Peggy sat 
warily, looking around for some threat, and Toby asked 
"Did you bring any sandwiches today?"

That earned him a swat over the ear from Peggy, and she 
growled "Don't be beggin', dammit!"

"I brought plenty today," I said, opening the bag and 
handing them each a sandwich and a coke. She opened 
hers slowly and took a bite, telling Toby "Eat right!"

I ate with them and in a few minutes all the sandwiches 
were gone. We were sipping on the last of the cokes 
while Peggy gathered the debris and stuffed it into the 
bag, putting it by her leg. She was sitting cross-
legged, like her brother, making her crotch plainly 
visible.

"Toby tells me he saw you naked a couple days ago," she 
said, the first words she'd spoken since eating.

"Yes, and he shouldn't have," I said.

"Why not?" she asked, "Naked ain't no big thing."

As if to demonstrate that fact to me, she pulled at the 
fabric between her legs and it came free, exposing her 
slit. Very fine blond hair grew around the edges, 
otherwise she was bald as a newborn.

Blushing pink, I said "I came here thinking I was 
alone, and took off my clothes. For me, being nude is a 
private thing," I managed.

"Feels better without clothes," she said. I couldn't 
argue with that, and shook my head yes.

"Yes it does, but what do you do in the winter?" I 
asked.

"Wear clothes," she laughed, as if explaining to an 
idiot. Even Toby got a smile out of that exchange, and 
I had to admit their logic was impenetrable.

"Why don't you get naked too?" she asked. I blushed and 
replied "I wasn't taught that it was ok to do that."

"Who raised you?" she wanted to know.

"I just got out of the orphanage," I said.

She nodded, as if that explained everything.

"Did you ever have any fun at the orphanage?" she 
asked.

"Yeah, once or twice, I guess," I replied wistfully, 
thinking of Sammy.

"Who with?" was her next question.

"What makes you think it was somebody and not some 
thing?" I replied.

"Field hockey or geography doesn't make a person talk 
like that," she stated matter-of-factly.

I nodded at that, reasoning if they were naked or 
nearly so, I could be too. I stood up and slid the 
bottoms off, then untied the string on the top, folding 
it down and away from my boobs. I moved it to untie the 
string at the back, then folded it and placed it on my 
sandals. Toby watched this performance with unwavering 
attention, staring at my breasts, sneaking furtive 
glances between my legs every few seconds.

Before I could sit down, Peggy stood and grasped my 
hand. "Let's swim," she said.  I followed her to the 
edge and we waded in. Toby sat on the bank with his 
grubby feet in the water and watched. She swam to the 
middle and sat down, moving her hair from her face. I 
waded and sat next to her. We floated and bobbed in the 
neck-deep water for a few moments and she said "Mom 
gave him to me to raise when she left, but she didn't 
leave an instruction book.... I'm havin' some problems 
with him."

"How long ago?" I asked.

"Almost three years now," she replied.

"How old is he?" I asked.

"Turned twelve last month," she replied.

I nodded, and she said "He's got questions, he doesn't 
want to bathe or go to school, he's just.... wild."

"I don't know whether I can help with anything else, 
but at the orphanage I used to help the Sisters bathe 
the younger ones," I said.

"Really?" she said, arching her eyebrows.

"Really," I said, smiling.

She smiled a devilish grin, and got up, moving toward 
Toby. I followed and as we got close Toby must have 
seen the look in his sister's eye, because he yelled 
"Oh no you don't!" and tried to run. Her stick caught 
him in the back of the knees and he went down hard, 
scrambling on hands and knees to get away. She got him 
in a headlock and said "Pull off his pants!" I did, 
fighting his hands for every inch as she wrestled him 
to the ground. 

"There's soap and towels in a backpack behind that 
tree!" she said breathlessly as he continued to 
struggle. I got the backpack as she moved him in the 
general direction of the water and removed the soap. 
Finally he was in the shallows and seemed to slump 
down, defeated, sitting there with his hands in his 
lap, his head down. I soaped his back, removing several 
layers of grime while she got the shampoo, dumping a 
generous amount on his wet head. He covered his face, 
quietly crying, as she finished and rinsed his head.

"Stand up!" she commanded and he slowly complied, 
blushing pink. His little cocklet was at attention, all 
four or five inches of it, his grape-sized testicles 
drawn tight against his body. She handed him a soapy 
washrag and he washed it himself. We finished his 
stomach and his arms, then he sat back down so we could 
get at his feet. Once clean, he was a handsome little 
boy as we led him out of the water and smothered him in 
towels. He laughed then, and said "You got me."

"You bet we did!" Peggy laughed, "and we might just do 
it again!" She handed him a new pair of bright blue 
shorts, which he slipped on quickly. His penis had 
softened and I could see it was uncircumcised, about 
the size of my thumb.

"Go play," she said, wiping her brow with her forearm, 
"You wear me out!" He gave an imitation Tarzan yell, 
grabbed his stick and disappeared into the woods.  We 
straightened the blanket from the struggle and hung up 
the wet towels. She put his old shorts into the trash 
bag and sat down, folding her hands across her knees.

"I guess he's good for another couple of days," I said.

"Weeks is more like it," she scoffed. "I don't 
understand him, in winter when we're in school he takes 
a bath or shower every day, no problem.... summertime, 
he likes to play Mountain Man, and he says mountain men 
don't take baths."

"Where's home in winter?" I asked.

"Grady, about three miles over that hill in back of 
us.... we live with my Aunt Mabel."

"Does he stay up here all summer by himself?" I asked.

"Some nights he does, when I can't find him, but that 
started this year.... last year he was still afraid of 
the dark."

"You said he had questions, what kind of questions does 
he ask?" I inquired.

"Things about sex and girls," she said, her ear tips 
turning pink. "He figures since I'm one, I'm a regular 
encyclopedia of information," she laughed.

"What have you told him?" I asked.

"He knows the basics, what goes where, how the baby 
comes out, stuff like that," she replied.

"What else does he want to know?" I asked, thinking the 
eighth grade health class I'd had might be of help.

"Why it feels good when he plays with it," she said as 
her face got beet red.

I blushed as well, and said "What'd you tell him?"

"It was an orgasm," she replied. "We sleep in the same 
room, and he saw me playing with myself one night, and 
that opened the floodgates."

I laughed, and said "That'll do it!" and told her the 
story of how anyone caught touching themselves at the 
orphanage was made to confess. She giggled and said "I 
would have died of embarrassment!"

Without thinking, I blurted "I did, when Samantha and I 
got caught." I blushed red, then purple, and hung my 
head, saying "I'm sorry, do you think I'm a bad 
person?"

"No," she said, scooting closer and lowering her voice. 
"I let him squirt on my belly sometimes," she said. I 
knew that was a shared secret, just as mine with Sammy, 
but I asked "Why?"

"'Cause it's better he do it with me than go out and 
get some twelve year old pregnant, we have enough 
trouble living at Aunt Mabel's as it is," she said 
confidentially.

The tops of my breasts were getting pink from the sun 
and I got some oil to apply on them. She put some on my 
back and I did hers, then we sat and talked for about 
an hour, Toby forgotten. I felt comfortable with her 
and I hoped she felt the same. As the shadows started 
coming farther over the pool, I said I had to go to 
work and gathered my things. I put on my shorts and 
top, cramming the swim suit in the bottom of the 
basket, slipping on my sandals. She stood, wiping her 
palms on her thighs and stepped closer to me.

"Thanks for the help with Toby," she said.

"Anytime," I replied. Before I could move, she put her 
arms around my waist and laid her head on my chest, 
giving me a body hug. Her skin felt good against me, 
her hair smelled like strawberries. I put one arm 
around her and squeezed. She backed away a few inches 
and quickly stood on her tiptoes, placing a short soft 
kiss on my lips. 

My peach quivered inside and I leaned down to return 
the kiss.  She closed her eyes and our lips met. 
Nothing more than skin to skin, soft and warm, but I 
tingled inside. As we kissed, my mind played fantasies 
about making love with her as I had Samantha. She broke 
it off, shaking her head, and bent to get her pack. She 
got a pair of shorts and put them on, asking me "Are 
you coming tomorrow?"

"Yes," I replied.

"You don't need to bring any food for us, we have 
plenty," she said. I nodded understanding and pushed 
the bike back toward the trail. When I looked back to 
wave, she was buttoning her shirt.

***

The next morning I was on the road early, arriving at 
the glade just as the full warmth of the sun hit the 
water. I hadn't bothered to bring my suit, so I quickly 
spread my blanket and undressed. I called her name and 
got no answer, so I oiled myself and laid back to enjoy 
the sun, dangling my toes in the water. I must have 
dozed, because I came fully awake as she said "Caren?" 
I sat up and said "Hi!"

She smiled and said "Hi." She was dressed in brief 
shorts and a tank top, carrying her pack, and got 
undressed. She sat next to me and took some oil, 
putting it on her legs. She handed me the bottle and 
rolled over, and I assumed I was to do her back. Slowly 
applying the oil, I rubbed her soft skin, marveling at 
her little butt and the dimples above it.

"Where's Toby?" I asked.

"Won't be here today," she mumbled, her voice muffled 
by the blanket.

I did her legs and her feet, sneaking a peek between 
her legs. Her peach was closed, but one inner lip was 
protruding a bit, and I licked my lips with the thought 
of sucking it.

When I was done she rolled to her back and grinned at 
me "You wanna do the rest?"

I nodded and started putting oil on her shoulders and 
arms. I bypassed her breasts and rubbed her belly and 
she grabbed my hand and placed it on her left breast.

"It's ok," she said.

Having received at least tacit permission to touch her 
completely I did a thorough job, making her tiny 
nipples stand out. As I did her hips and thighs she 
spread her legs, opening her puss to my view. Her 
insides ranged from bright pink to a coral color at the 
edges, and I thought I could see a few drops of 
moisture at her center. I finished with her feet and 
her dainty toes, admiring her tan.

"All done!" I said, putting down the bottle and wiping 
my hands on my legs. She smiled at me, giving me a 
sultry look and closing her eyes. I laid back down and 
we sunned for awhile, side by side. Her hand searched 
for mine and when she found it, she grasped it and 
squeezed, saying "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I replied, my insides stirring with 
the feelings.

We swam later, and as we dried off she asked "Want me 
to oil you?"

I desperately wanted her to touch me and I nodded, 
unable to speak. I laid on my stomach with my arms over 
my head and she started with my shoulders, her strong 
fingers massaging the muscles. Down my back to my butt, 
she parted my cheeks to stroke a finger over my 
rosebud, touching the bottom of my peach. I wriggled 
and she patted my butt, moving down my legs. She 
finished my legs and feet and said "Roll over."

She did my arms first, then moved to my shoulders. I 
was thinking 'please touch my breasts' and she 
complied, her strong hands kneading my soft globes from 
my chest to the tips, pinching the nipples between 
thumb and finger several times.  I moaned with pleasure 
despite my desire to keep still and she said "You like 
that."

I whispered "Yeeessssssss."

Leaving my aureoles crinkled and itchy, nipples hard as 
rocks, she stroked my belly and moved down my legs. She 
quickly oiled my feet and I felt her hands at the 
inside of my knees, gently nudging my legs apart. I 
felt her breath on my groin and got up on my elbows to 
watch her. She was smiling as she licked my peach from 
bottom to top, giving my clit a little bump with her 
pointed tongue.  

I groaned and said "Are you sure?" and she nodded yes. 
This was heaven and I spread my legs wide, inviting her 
closer. She pulled on my labia with her lips, 
stretching them tight and sucking them into her mouth. 
I felt her tongue go deep inside and she moaned, 
"Mmmmmmmmmmm." 

I knew I was wet and getting wetter, and I held the 
back of her head as her tongue licked my clit. As it 
grew she settled on it, surrounding it with her mouth, 
sucking gently and teasing it with her tongue. I could 
feel her chin at my entrance, my body quivering as my 
orgasm built. She took her time, occasionally moving 
away from my clit and chewing on my outer lips, or 
licking my wetness.

As I got closer and closer, she concentrated on my clit 
as I moaned and whimpered, moving my hips to her in 
time with her tongue. I was getting lightheaded, my 
experiences with Samantha had been furtive explorations 
in the dark under the covers, and this was soooo much 
better! She made eye contact with me several times, her 
expression full of delight and pleasure. 

The heat and pressure built as she slowly sucked my 
clit, manipulating it with her tongue, reaching to 
fondle a nipple. When she rubbed the nubbin with her 
thumb, something released deep in my belly and I moaned 
as my stomach muscles tightened. A wave of pleasure 
rapidly spread through my body, pulsing every few 
seconds, causing me to gasp and spasm. 

The heat was everywhere, my nipples felt on fire and I 
couldn't squeeze my thighs together. I crossed my 
ankles in the middle of her back, trying to get my 
knees together and the pleasure only intensified. A 
long low growl came from my throat and I mumbled "Oh 
God, oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes, yes!" as the 
contractions hit their peak.

What seemed like hours later, I felt her move, crawling 
up my body, kissing my skin. Her mouth on my nipples 
created some more small tingles of pleasure and I held 
her tight. We kissed for long minutes, me enjoying the 
feel of her soft lips and my tangy sweet taste. She 
kissed my cheeks and my eyelids, even my nose, as well 
as my lips. I wanted to swallow her.

Her pubic bone was pressing mine and I thought I could 
feel wetness on my belly.  I felt an urgent need to pee 
though, so I wiggled and moved from under her. I took 
two steps and squatted, the demand for release too 
urgent to walk any farther. Relieved, I quickly strode 
to the water and dipped my bottom, then dried myself 
with my towel. Cuddling down with her again I held her 
closely, laying on our sides facing each other. Her 
knee parted my legs and came to rest softly pressing 
against my puss, her hand stroking my breast. My 
fingertip traced a path from her cheek to her chin as I 
gazed into her eyes and then kissed her. A large tear 
dropped from her eye, and her face contorted with 
anguish.

"What's wrong, did I hurt you, did I taste nasty, what, 
tell me!" I cried, as she sobbed and shook her head no. 
She buried her head in my shoulder and I didn't know 
what else to do but hold her until she finished. When 
the crying subsided and her shaking stopped, she rolled 
to her back and put her forearm over her eyes, saying 
"I'll bet you think I'm an idiot for crying like that."

"No," I said, "I was afraid I'd done something wrong."

"I'm crying because you liked it," she said.

"Yes, I did," I said, "Why wouldn't I? .... It was 
wonderful!"

"My ex-friend Jennifer said I was a pervert for wanting 
to do it with her," she sniffled.

"Jennifer doesn't know what she's missing being loved 
by someone like you," I said.

We enjoyed the tenderness that new lovers exist on, 
continuing to touch and caress various body parts, 
kissing occasionally, sighing contentedly. Our kisses 
got a little more passionate and I thought it was my 
turn. I moved downward kissing her belly, and she 
grabbed my head.

"Can't," she said, "I'm riding the cotton pony still."

I looked at her quizzically, and she said "See?" as she 
lifted her leg and parted her vagina with a finger. 
There was a pink string nestled in the folds and I 
understood. I moved back to her face, kissing her 
deeply and fondling her nipples, enjoying their 
hardness. Hers were tiny, barely the size of a dime 
around including the aureole when they were hard. Mine 
were half-dollar sized when soft and not much smaller 
at other times. Still, kissing her was fun and I kissed 
and played while she fingered herself to a couple of 
fluttery orgasms, moaning into my mouth. Afterwards she 
washed her hands and came back to sit close to me.

"What about tomorrow?" she wanted to know as the 
shadows lengthened and I got ready to leave.

"If I can, I've got laundry to do, but I have the two 
days after that off," I replied. That seemed to make 
her happy and we kissed and held each other tight 
before I left. The next day I was tired, but did my 
laundry and cleaned my room (no maid service for 
employees), catching a long nap before having to work. 
The next morning I packed up and left to see Peggy, 
stopping at the unemployment office to fill out an 
application. In the blank titled 'job applied for' I 
put 'anything'. I had a few hundred dollars in my 
savings account, and I reasoned with a better job I 
might be able to get my own place, which meant visits 
from Peggy and a place where we could be alone.

When I arrived, she was already there, sitting on a 
towel. I quickly spread the blanket for us and she 
melted into my arms. I stripped off as we kissed, not 
wanting to miss anything. We broke apart, giggling as 
she handed me the oil bottle, beginning our ritual of 
seduction. Once oiled, we laid out for a couple of 
hours until the sweat ran freely, then cooled off in 
the water. Back on the blanket, we lay with our limbs 
entwined, letting our fingers and tongues explore. 
There were mewling sounds of pleasure as one or the 
other of us touched a particular spot, with a soft 
quivery orgasm after. Temporarily sated, we sat and ate 
a snack or talked. Another swim, some more oil, and the 
serious lovemaking started.

She had been the aggressor and I wanted to trade 
places. Holding her squirming body down wasn't easy, 
but I said "Let me!" rather loudly and she relaxed, 
smiling that smirky grin of hers. She held my face as I 
licked and sucked at her nipples, putting a finger in 
my hair as I moved lower. There was more hair around 
her slit than I had thought, it was just so fine and 
blond it was almost invisible. 

I teased, running my tongue around the perimeter of her 
labia, tonguing the keyhole at the top. She moaned and 
her clit rose to meet my tongue as I continued to lick 
and suck. The string was gone, and her smell was 
intoxicating, a mix of mint or something in her pubic 
hair, and a mild musk coming from her wet puss. I was 
getting wetter as I inhaled her for the first time, and 
hoped she would enjoy my efforts. 

I sucked her inner lips and delved my tongue deep in 
her center before trying to swallow her clit. She came 
hard almost immediately, squeaking and wiggling, 
pushing my head down. It wasn't a big one though, so I 
continued to lick and tease around the edges, avoiding 
her clit, waiting for it to reappear. I cupped her butt 
in my hands and kneaded, tonguing her rosebud for a few 
seconds as she moaned. There was a lot of wonderful 
tasting liquid coming from her slit and I swallowed 
many times. 

A bit later I could see her clit was back where it 
belonged and gently licked it, getting a shiver. I 
sucked it in, along with as much of the skin around it 
as I could, keeping a steady vacuum against it as I 
tickled it with my tongue.  Moments later she started 
gasping and bucking her hips against my face. Her legs 
were locked around my middle, squeezing me tightly as 
she climaxed, stomach muscles in a large knot.

She slumped in exhaustion as it ended and I raised my 
head from her crotch to smile at her. My chin was 
dripping and she giggled, saying "Come here, you!", 
holding out her arms. I wrapped myself around her and 
she said "Mmmmmm, you make me feel soooooooo good!" We 
kissed and went to the water to cool off, holding 
hands. I dunked her and she retaliated by upending me 
from below with no warning. We played for an hour or so 
and went to the blanket again. 

A little oiling and some kisses later, we stretched out 
head to foot, our right hands clasping, and talked. I 
told her of my efforts to find a new job and my hopes 
for an apartment of my own. She told of the Ferguson 
land and how she and Toby would inherit someday. We 
seemed to find hope for living in the telling of the 
tales and hugged or kissed frequently. I thought I had 
found a soul mate, a sister, a companion and a lover 
all rolled into one.

***

For the next month, we met at the glade whenever we 
could, often several times a week. I gave her the phone 
number of the motel and she would call the desk at 1 
AM. We'd talk for a few minutes, setting up the next 
day's activities or just sharing the sound of a lover's 
voice. Toby continued to be a 'mountain man', and we 
bathed him as often as we could catch him. Sometimes he 
would join us in our frolic in the water and as soon as 
he saw we were looking at each other 'that way', he'd 
leave, claiming he had friends to see or squirrels to 
catch. I loved the two of them with all my heart, Peggy 
in a special way, and Toby as a mischievous little 
brother.

There was an envelope in my mail slot one day with the 
unemployment office's return address, and as I opened 
it I held my breath. There was a form letter inside, 
which stated that I had to be at Magnum Plastics 
Corporation the following day for an interview and to 
wear casual clothing. I prayed that night at work, I 
had never wanted anything so much in my life.

I showed up early the next day and was interviewed by 
Mr. Perkins, a handsome man of about 40 wearing jeans 
and an old shirt. He asked me a few questions and had 
me take a test to see how fast I could put washers on 
rivets. When I was back in his office he asked "When 
can you start?" I said I didn't know, and explained 
where I was working and living. He nodded and picked up 
his phone, saying a few quiet words I couldn't hear. An 
older man appeared and I was asked to wait in the 
reception area for a few minutes. I sat fidgeting in 
the chair as the minutes dragged on, and finally the 
door opened.

"Bob here has a house that's vacant and I've convinced 
him that you'd be a pretty good tenant," Mr. Perkins 
said. "If you can start next Monday, I'll have Bob take 
you over to the place and get you settled. Is the night 
shift, 11 to 7, ok with you?" I nodded, trembling with 
excitement and blurted "I don't have a car and I'll 
need to go by the bank to get money." Bob laughed and 
Mr. Perkins smiled as Bob said, "I'll get you there, 
don't worry." 

We drove to the bank, where I emptied my savings except 
for five dollars then went to the house. It was a small 
cottage on a side street only 4 blocks from Magnum and 
I happily thought 'I can walk to work'. Inside was 
dusty and smelled of disuse, but the rooms were perfect 
- kitchen, living room, bedroom and bath. There was 
some furniture that Bob said I could have to use or 
throw away and I replied I didn't have any at all, so 
I'd use it for now.

"I'll let you have it for 80 dollars a month providing 
you keep up the yard," he said. "I supply the 
utilities, but you have to get your own phone." I 
agreed, and as I made my first adult financial 
transaction by handing him the rent he said "You'll do 
ok here, the neighbors are nice people."

He dropped me off at the motel, where I told my boss 
that tonight was my last night. He huffed and called me 
ungrateful, but I told him that I had found a better 
paying job and that was that. I hoped it was better-
paying, I hadn't even thought to ask!

Peggy called about 1:30 and I excitedly told her the 
news. She squealed with delight and we made plans for 
the next day. I'd come to the glade as soon as I had 
gotten a phone deposit made and we could shop for 
things to put in the place.

I called a cab the next morning to take my clothes and 
what little I had to the new house. That done, I biked 
to the phone company and put a deposit on a phone, 
getting the number. They said it would take about 3 
business days before it could be put in, and would 
anyone be home to let the installer inside? I said yes 
and left. I pedaled furiously for the glade, anxious to 
see Peggy and Toby and share my news.

I ran with the bike the last few yards and dropped it 
on the ground, running to embrace her. She was standing 
and had tears in her eyes. I halted a step away from 
her and asked "What's wrong?"

"You're leaving and never coming back!" she cried, sobs 
breaking her words. I hugged her and held her tight, 
stroking her back, saying "No, no, I've got a place for 
us now, all of us, you'll see!"

She calmed down and I found out that was the story that 
her folks had given her and Toby the night they left, a 
better paying job in another place. I reassured her all 
was well, giving her both the address and the phone 
number, telling her we could go there now if she 
wanted.

"You're not just saying that?" she asked, drying a 
tear. I figured now was the best time to tell her, and 
said "Peggy, I love you. I love Toby. You are the 
family I never had, and you are my wonderful lover. I 
wouldn't lie to you, ever."

Her eyes went wide, and her face turned pink as she 
softly said "You never told me that before."

"Well, now you know," I said. "Come with me to the 
house, you can help," I said.

"Not right now," she smiled, wiping her eyes. "I want 
to make love," she said.

"You've always called it 'having fun'," I replied.

"Now it's love," she said, and reached for me. Our 
clothes came off and got dropped where they fell, we 
were too interested in each other to care. I ripped her 
panties in my haste to have them off her body and she 
didn't notice.  Kissing, we fell to our knees and then 
our sides in a tight embrace, hands exploring. I came 
twice from her finger and once from her mouth, burying 
my face in her crotch, bucking wildly.

Our sexual energies sated for the moment, we talked. 
Tomorrow was Thursday and I had until Sunday night at 
11 PM to clean the house, put away my clothes and shop 
for food. She agreed to meet me at the house the next 
day as soon as she could get away. Our second session 
was a lot calmer and more satisfying for us both, but 
neither of us had brought a towel. I had an idea, and 
said "What would your Aunt Mabel say to you spending 
the night with a friend?"

"I don't know," she replied, "She pretty much lets us 
come and go as we please."

"Please stay with me in our new house tonight.... I 
want to make love with you in a bed," I whispered in 
her ear.

She nodded yes, and we hugged.

"Come as soon as you can," I said, "I'll be waiting."

I pedaled to the house and let myself in with my key. 
It felt strange to have my own house. I wiped the worst 
of the dust from the counter tops and made sure the 
windows were all shut and locked with the shades drawn. 
I checked the locks on both doors and double locked the 
back. I showered, finding the stall cleaner than I 
expected. I wanted to surprise her with a special 
evening and looked for my best nightgown. I had a pair 
of new panties that were really small and skimpy, they 
would go under it. Just then the door bell rang, so I 
put on my robe and answered it. A young man in a tan 
uniform holding a clipboard asked me "Caren Smith?"

"Yes?" I replied.

"I'm here to put in your phone, any place special you 
want it to go?" I let him in and we looked for the 
jacks, finding several. I decided the living room was 
the best and he plugged it in. He went outside and 
climbed a nearby pole, then knocked on the door again. 
He checked it and handed me the clipboard, saying "Sign 
here, please."

As I signed my name, I said "I really didn't expect you 
until Monday."

He smiled and said "Bob called me and told me you were 
here by yourself and could use a phone right away.... 
he and I go back a long way." I said "Thank you," and 
he left. Stripping my robe as I headed for the bedroom, 
the doorbell rang again! I hurriedly wrapped myself and 
opened the door. Bob was standing there with a box, 
saying "The wife and I put together a few things you 
might need." I saw a can opener, some food, kitchen 
utensils, all things I didn't have and had forgotten 
about.

"Thank you!" I said, "Do you have time for a cup of 
coffee or something?

"Nope," he replied, "Just want to drop this off." 
Leaning toward me and lowering his voice, he confided 
"I was adopted from that place too, I know how it is." 
I put the box down and hugged him, making him blush, 
waving as he walked away.

I put it in the kitchen and once again headed for the 
bedroom. I brushed my hair out and clipped it back, 
putting on some lip gloss. The panties were snug and 
small, showing my curves and lots of skin. I opened the 
gown package and put it on, tying the ribbons that held 
it together loosely. It was very sheer and didn't 
conceal anything, which was my intent. My bathrobe over 
the top and I was ready! My nipples were aching with 
the anticipation of Peggy's visit and I walked around 
the house, wiping a little here and placing this or 
that there. I was nervous and I thought 'why am I 
nervous, we've done this before.' I decided that the 
house made the difference.

She arrived just as dark fell, with a light tap on the 
door. I let her in, hugging her tight as soon as the 
door closed, sharing a kiss. I gave her the tour and 
she was suitably impressed. She had her pack and 
dropped it in the bedroom. I asked about food and she 
said she hadn't eaten. I said "You shower and I'll call 
for pizza," and she nodded. I called and placed our 
order as I heard the shower running. Delightful images 
of her nakedness ran through my mind as I waited for 
her. The pizza arrived and I tapped on the bathroom 
door, saying "The food's here!" and she replied "Just a 
minute!"

She came out, dressed in almost nothing. Her thong 
panties were see-through and tiny, with a bra that 
matched. The peignoir over them was floor-length and 
open, displaying her tan. She did a pirouette, smiling 
and asked "You like?" I said, "Yes!" enthusiastically, 
motioning for her to join me. 

We sat on the floor with the pizza between us and ate. 
I took off my robe and she removed the peignoir. I 
stole glances at her puss, clearly visible through the 
fabric. I caught her staring at me the same way, and I 
knew we were both highly emotional and horny, ready to 
make love. Our bellies full, I led her through the 
house toward the bedroom, turning off the lights as we 
went. I lit a small candle and put it on the 
nightstand, closing the door softly behind me. The bed 
was freshly made with clean sheets turned down, and I 
hoped the one pillow was enough for both of us.  She 
pulled me up and wrapped her arms around me, burying 
her head in my shoulder. "I love you so much!" she 
sniffled. 

I raised her head and kissed her gently, using my 
tongue in her mouth, exploring and teasing. We took 
turns removing our outfits, kissing and licking the 
skin as it was exposed, tonguing nipples and belly 
buttons. (hers was a beautiful innie) Breathing hard, 
she pushed me to the bed and sat on my chest, her fur 
tickling my breasts. Her knees were in my armpits and 
she moved her pussy closer, saying "Suck me please, I 
want you." She moved up, squatting over my face, and my 
first lick on her clit brought a moan and a shiver. 

I cupped her butt in my hands, continuing to lick and 
suck her, swallowing the wetness that flowed from her 
slit. She came once, a small one, then moved to bury 
her face in my groin. I shifted her legs to get at her 
slit and tongued her rosebud hard, tasting her. My 
orgasm was building slowly as she licked downward, 
across my clit, putting her nose in my butthole.  She 
inserted a finger in my peach and I came, a wavy long 
one, moaning and hissing with pleasure. I licked a 
finger and stuck it in her butt and she came again, 
clenching her thighs. Afterwards as we rested, holding 
each other, she whispered "I liked that."

I rolled her over and spread her legs wide, licking her 
butt, inserting my middle finger as deep as I could in 
her puss, making circles to massage the insides. I 
worked my thumb into her butt as she wiggled to help 
me, stroking them in and out, slow and deep. She moaned 
once and then screamed quietly, a long low moan, 
clutching at the covers and arching her back. She said 
"God, that was good!" as I stroked her back, letting 
her calm. 

She got up and went to the bathroom, and when she 
returned motioned for me to lay on my back. I spread 
wide and she knelt between my legs, playing with my 
slit with her fingers. First one, then two moved 
inside, probing and stroking. She worked my clit with 
her thumb and put in three fingers, pushing deep. I was 
stretched open, feeling the pressure starting to build. 
She moved her hand slowly in and out, then added the 
last finger. I was sure I was soaking the sheets, but 
it felt so good I couldn't stop. I raised my knees to 
open myself further, and her hand slid inside. 

"Aaaaaaah!" I cried, full and right on the edge. She 
rotated her hand, stretching the wrinkles and inner 
folds and I came as she swallowed my clit, sucking 
hard. I bucked my hips up to get her hand deeper and 
her knuckles rubbed my cervix.. I spasmed again and 
again, wheezing for breath and raising my head off the 
bed as I contorted my body, grasping her wrist. 
"Enough!" I managed to say, "God, I can't stand 
anymore!"

I slumped back exhausted and she kissed my hood one 
last time. She worked her hand out slowly and I watched 
as she licked it clean. I felt so empty! She laid on 
top of me and we kissed, resting. I wanted a shower and 
sleep and we took our first shower together, soaping 
and rinsing each other. I looked at my alarm clock as 
we cuddled together and it said 4:03 AM.

We spent the next two days naked, in and out of bed. 
She helped me clean the place up, with frequent breaks 
for a finger or tongue to caress a nipple or a lip, 
both of us continuously aroused. I hadn't been this 
happy in my entire life and it showed.

She left for Aunt Mabel's Sunday afternoon and I napped 
before work. Arriving at the plant, I was shown my 
duties and introduced to the other ladies and girls 
that made up the work force. The work was simple and 
repetitious, trimming excess plastic from the trays or 
bins with small knives or scrapers. Edith and Maybelle 
were next to me on the line and helped me learn 
quickly. 

The boring quality of the work left my mind free to 
dream as we sat, picking a part from the line as it 
went past. A car, the three of us living together, all 
things were possible.  I called Peggy every day when I 
got home and we managed to meet at the glade as often 
as we could. Summer was almost gone, and some days were 
wet and rainy.  She'd walk from Grady to meet me at the 
door as I arrived home, waiting until I had showered 
and ate before cuddling down with me for soft gentle 
sex and sleep.  

Evenings we'd sit and watch TV and hold hands. School 
started and Toby quit being a mountain man, changing 
his personality. Peggy said he was a different person 
altogether. The few times he came with her on weekends, 
he was polite and friendly, searching the neighborhood 
for friends his own age to play with. I had a dream 
that we could live as a family, so one night I brought 
it up to Peggy as we sat on the couch.

"I don't know what she'll say if you ask," she said, 
biting her lip. "I'm afraid of her, she drinks a 
lot.... you never know what she'll do." Determined to 
find out, I asked Bob one morning after work to give me 
a ride to Grady to confront Mabel. Peggy rode with us 
and guided us to a shack on the edge of town. Toby was 
in the yard with his stick, whacking the heads from 
dead weeds. Gathering myself and rehearsing my speech, 
I walked up the path to the door. She met me at the 
screen, a bottle of something in one hand and a glass 
half-full of brown liquid in the other. 

She took a swig and barked "Whaddayouwant?" A sour 
smell reached my nostrils and I backed up a step. It 
looked as if she hadn't bothered to comb her hair that 
morning, and the smell indicated she didn't bathe much 
either. I said "I'm here to see to the welfare of Peggy 
and Toby," prepared to argue their case. She snorted 
through her nose and declared "Take 'em and be damned 
to ya!...I never had much use for kids no way, 'twas 
that sister of mine that wanted the babies!", and 
slammed the door in my face.

Peggy had heard from her vantage point in the yard 
hugging Toby, and she bent to whisper in his ear. They 
both ran around to the back of the house, returning a 
few moments later carrying two cardboard boxes and a 
large pack. Hurriedly they stowed their stuff in the 
back seat and I got in the front and said "Drive, 
please!" to Bob. He smiled and floored the accelerator, 
turning at the end of the street. Peggy and Toby both 
looked out the back window as the shack receded from 
view and I could hear Toby give a sigh of relief.

At our house, Bob helped unload their meager belongings 
and said "If you need anything, just let me or the wife 
know, ok?" I nodded gratefully and closed the door. 
Toby and Peggy both started with a million questions, 
so I held up my hand and said "Slow down, one thing at 
a time."

***

Postscript: It is now a week before Christmas and we 
have a tree. Peggy was hired by Magnum Plastics, and is 
working on her GED. We're both on the day shift now and 
Toby is doing exceptionally well in school. His little 
girlfriend Patsy is a math whiz, helping him with the 
rough parts. The same age as he and slightly shorter, 
she promises to be a beautiful girl some day.

Peggy and I have grown to care for each other deeply 
and share our chores willingly, often pausing to kiss 
and stroke each other. I'm saving for matching wedding 
bands for us, I'd like what we have to be permanent. 
The ladies at work are understanding and share recipes 
and household hints with us. The nicest thing is they 
recognize us as a couple. We both contribute to a 
college fund for Toby and he hasn't complained about 
having to sleep on our new couch. 

There have been no more requests to squirt on her belly 
either, he seems to understand that our sex and his sex 
are separate and private. Our new bed was a gift from 
Bob and his wife, and he's always ready to help if the 
toilet gets stopped up or the furnace is balky.

I don't know what the future will bring, there has been 
no news from Aunt Mabel, and no one seems to be much 
interested in a family living in a small house. Toby 
does the yard work and the snow shoveling, and we keep 
him fed and clothed. He seems happy and looks forward 
to summer when he can once again be a 'mountain man'.

End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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