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Brooke and Willow - 6
by Brody (no address provided)

***

A chance encounter with the store clerk had led to a 
surprising night of discovery and a promise of much 
more. Willow begins being a larger part of Darrin's life 
and even her mother approves of him. Things really heat 
up then. (Mf, ped, 1st, oral)

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Chapter 6

We both woke with a start. Outside on the street we 
heard sirens and lots of shouting and yelling. There 
were a few car alarms going off too. I disentangled 
myself from Willow and went to the window to have a 
look.

"Oh, no!" I gasped.

Willow quickly joined me and stared in horror. Across 
the street the apartment building was on fire. Flames 
were shooting out of the roof and the window which I 
knew was Willow's showed the fire burning intensely 
within.

I held her close to me and whispered, "I'm so glad we 
got you out. Let's give your Mom a call to make sure she 
knows."

Willow took my cell phone, dialed a number then waited. 
"Mom?" Her voice was charged with fear and relief. "Mom! 
Our apartment is on fire. Fire trucks are everywhere. 
No. Don't know how. I'm at Darrin's place. No, we're 
safe. Mom?" There was a long pause. "Yes, I'm glad 
you're safe too. Yes, he's right here."

Suddenly I was talking to Sheila Franklin, mother of the 
girl I just brought to orgasm--and we were sitting side 
by side in the buff. I had to work hard to keep that out 
of my mind as I talked with her.

"Yes, we're in my place," I replied. "I was thinking 
about seeing what was going on over there, but the 
building is fully engulfed. It's too dangerous to get 
close to. Plus, I want to keep Willow out of sight."

"Whatchya gonna do then?"

"I'm gonna call my mom. She lives up state about an hour 
away. This is serious. Sheila? There is no way that a 
fire could have just broke out that quickly and that 
involved and spread so rapidly in the middle of the day 
unless it was deliberately set."

"That's exactly what I'm sayin'," she replied. "You keep 
my girl safe?"

"I will. Are you set up to stay with your sister?"

"Yes. She just got home and I was just telling her about 
the problems we was having and then Willow called. Oh, 
Lord have mercy. Everything's gone! What am I gonna do?"

"I'm very happy that you got some of your stuff out this 
morning. Plus you have your car. And mostly, everyone is 
still safe."

Sheila was silent for several long moments. "Darrin, 
that be so true. Thank you."

"Talk with you later?"

"Yeah, I'll be in touch."

I looked at Willow then held out my arms to her. 
Suddenly we were enfolded in a life-giving hug that 
communicated acceptance and peace and trust as well as 
assurance. And we were still naked as blue jays!

"Willow, we have to get out of here."

"Why?"

"Cause those dudes that were after you and your mom are 
back. They set the fire and I have to get you to 
safety."

Willow suddenly realized what I was talking about and 
gripped me in a tight embrace.

"So I think we should pack up as much as possible and 
leave here."

"To where?"

"My mom's. Your mom's okay with that. My mom is cool. 
She lives upstate and away from here. But most 
importantly, it's away from here."

"Darrin!" Willow began softly crying onto my shoulder.

"Com'on, dear sweet Willow," I gently prodded. "Let's 
get dressed. And then we'll pack."

"But..." Willow was crying hard now and I didn't know 
what to do to console her.

"Willow. I love you. I want to make sure that you are 
safe and your Mom has said that it is okay that I take 
you up state to my Mom's."

Willow just sobbed into my shoulder. I held her for near 
a half hour and patted her back and felt the awkwardness 
of touching her nakedness with my nakedness without any 
chance of consummate intimacy.

Finally she sat up and wiped her tears. "I'm sorry, 
Darrin. I wanted one more thing to happen today but I 
guess it won't."

"What's that?"

"I had ordered a small delivery to your place. It should 
have been here about now."

"What was it?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it. It's my loss, not yours."

She got up from the bed and began dressing. "Should I 
take everything I have here?"

"Yes, dear."

She paused at my words then turned to me and hugged me 
tightly. "I love it when you call me 'dear'."

I held her close and reveled in her love and her supple 
skin and her little tits that burrowed into my chest. 
"And I love it when you love me," I finally managed to 
answer.

Just then the doorbell rang. I grabbed my robe and 
dashed downstairs to see what it was.

I was surprised to see a deliveryman standing in the 
doorway holding something. So I unlocked the door and 
said, "Yes?"

"Is this 3394 D Bell Street?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Will you sign for this bouquet?"

That's when I saw what he was holding in his hand. It 
was a beautiful bouquet. A bouquet that had many 
beautiful dried pussy willows in a glass vase.

"Yes," I finally said. "Thank you."

I signed his form and took the bouquet then watched the 
delivery guy back out of my driveway and negotiate the 
traffic in the street. The fire crews by that time had 
several hoses turned on the burning building and the 
flames were not as high. It was obvious that the whole 
building would have to be rebuilt.

I closed the door and turned around to find Willow 
smiling from ear to ear. She had slipped into her shorts 
and her tee shirt and was quietly bouncing up and down 
while hold her hands in front of her mouth.

"Was this your small delivery?" I asked.

She nodded.

"I love it!"

She released her pent up energy and surrounded me with 
her hug--pussy willows and all!

It felt weird leaving. I packed a duffel bag and my 
laptop and Willow just had the clothes on her back and a 
shopping bad with a few additional items. She also held 
the bouquet that she had ordered for me and said that it 
was so hard not to spill the beans and tell me what it 
was.

"I was sufficiently surprised," I told her.

After a small stop at my bank I had Willow direct me to 
where her aunt lived.

"What for?"

"You mom needs a little bit of help and I want to make 
sure that she knows where you're going. Plus, I'd like 
something in writing from her proving that she is giving 
her permission."

Willow leaned into my arm and put her head on my 
shoulder. "You just keep thinking of everything, don't 
you?"

"I'm trying."

Willow showed off her new ring to her mom and her aunt 
and basked in the glow of the newly engaged. I smiled 
and had little to say.

But Sheila Franklin was in shock when I handed her four 
hundred in cash. Speechless. I told her it was to make 
sure that she had some basics covered like a change of 
clothing and some food. "But really, Sheila, you need to 
apply to the Red Cross for some temporary assistance and 
then talk with the Police to let them know your 
suspicions. Oh, and would you please write a small 
letter saying that you are giving Willow over to my 
temporary guardianship?"

Sheila finally grabbed me in an awkward hug and cried. 
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her sister looking on 
and shaking her head. She finally composed herself 
enough to say, "Thank you, Darrin. From the bottom of my 
heart."

She wrote out a note, signed it then looked me in the 
eye. "You keep good care of her. Ya' hear?"

"Very good care, ma'am!"

Before we left River came up to me and said quietly, "I 
guess I'm glad you're Willow's boyfriend."

I tousled his hair and said, "And I'm glad you're her 
brother. Let's play Frisbee again soon. Okay?"

He smiled then shook my hand.

I overheard Forest talking to Willow, "Sorry about 
locking you out that night. I shouldn't 'av. But thanks 
for not rattin' on me to Mom."

Willow didn't say anything except hug him and kiss his 
forehead.

Back on the road I said to Willow, "That was a very nice 
way of parting."

She hugged me and whispered, "You're rubbing off on me. 
I'm usually not that nice to them."

"I think it's because you really are more grownup than 
your age would want us to think."

"I love you, Darrin."

A half hour later I pulled off the highway to fill up 
the tank and to call my Mom. She was very surprised that 
I was coming up to visit her. And even more surprised 
that I had a friend with me.

"Mom, you'll love her. She is the sweetest thing that 
has ever come into my life."

"This seems so sudden, Darrin."

"Kinda recent. That's true, but are you ready for us to 
visit?"

"Well, yes! I'm always happy when you come home."

"We'll be there in about forty minutes."

"Okay. Wow. You're already on the road?"

"Yes. Mom. There's a lot of other factors that I'll tell 
you once we're there. But my friend, Willow, just had 
her apartment fire-bombed. It's totally engulf in 
flames."

"Oh, good heavens!"

"Everyone's fine, Mom. Do you want to talk to Willow 
now?"

"Oh, I don't know."

I glanced and Willow and she nodded.

"She's really a good conversationalist," I added.

"Okay. Put her on." I handed the phone to Willow and she 
said, "Hello?"

I have no idea what my mom said, although I sure it was 
some version of the normal phatic pleasantries that I 
had heard a thousand times while growing up. And I was 
happy with that. Phatic speech allows a certain 
familiarity of form and function and is very much like a 
hand shake or a secret code to gain admission to a 
society. Willow responded very well. After several 
minutes Willow handed the phone back to me.

"Hi, Mom."

"Darrin, she sounds like a charming young lady. I'm so 
glad that you wanted to bring her up my way today."

"Thanks, Mom."

We said good-bye and then I looked at Willow. "You won 
her over--part one."

"There's a second part?"

"Yep. You have to meet her."

"Is that harder?"

"Not at all," I replied and pulled her close into an 
embrace. "Just keep being my sweet Willow and everything 
will be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Completely." I thought back to what Brooke had told me: 
that soon Willow would be mine and implied that soon I 
would be able to bury my aching dick deep within her 
virgin twat.

"What if she doesn't like me?"

"What's not to like about you?" I asked. " 'Sides, I 
don't need her permission anyway."

Willow curled up next to me and cuddled into my arm and 
side for most of the next twenty minutes. "Is marriage 
like this?" she asked at one point.

"Don't know. Never been married."

"But you said your mom and dad were."

"True. I never saw them in their super romantic state. 
But I suppose they had their moments."

"What dchya mean?"

"I remember seeing Mom snuggle up close to Dad and look 
into his eyes."

"Like this?" She asked and looked up at me.

I laughed. "Pretty much."

A short time later I pulled into my Mom's driveway and 
was not surprised at all to see her come out the front 
door to meet us.

"Darrin, I'm so glad to see you," she said with a 
motherly kiss. "Now who is your friend?"

"Right here, Mom." I pointed at Willow who was just 
getting out of the pickup.

"Oh, gracious! She is so lovely!" She then turned to me 
and said, "But she looks so young!"

I nodded and answered, "There's a lot to explain and I 
know that I need to use the bathroom."

A short time later I came out to find Willow waiting to 
use that room too. Mom took the opportunity to grill me 
privately while Willow was out of the room.

"No, Mom. She's not pregnant. We did not have had sex." 
I didn't want to explain all that we had done short of 
sex.

"But I don't understand. She's quite young. Maybe half 
your age."

"Mom. It's okay. Let us explain everything. Plus 
Willow's mom is completely on board with this too."

Mom didn't look too convinced.

"Hear us out first. Okay, Mom?"

"Okay, Darrin. I guess I'm surprised, that's all."

"Mom? So am I!"

Soon we had settled down in the living room and Willow 
sat on the couch next to me and Mom sat in her favorite 
chair. I launched into how I had met Willow and her 
brother, River, and how yes, she was not quite sixteen. 
But I also emphasized the fact that Willow was quite 
intelligent and had a vocabulary that belied her age.

"And what do you have to say about all this, Willow?" 
Mom asked.

"Mrs. Thomas, your son has been nothing but the perfect 
gentleman toward me. My mom can't believe that there are 
still men in the world that are respectful and don't try 
to take advantage of young girls. Darrin is the sweetest 
and most considerate man that I've ever met."

"Gracious." Mom shook her head then looked at me. "You 
seem rather pleased with yourself, Darrin."

"Mom, I don't know if that's the right spin. I feel as 
though Willow has allowed me to think freely again. I am 
finally out of that four year funk."

"I'll have to give you that. You're the most chipper 
I've seen since, well..."

"You can go ahead and say it. I've even told Willow 
about Michelle."

Mom put her fingers to the bridge of her nose and closed 
her eyes briefly. "And Willow's nearly sixteen. Forgive 
me, dear, but I thought you were twelve tops."

Willow laughed lightly. Her voice made the air sparkle 
and the birds briefly stopped singing before they 
continued anew, re inspired by her laughter.

"Mrs. Thomas, I get that a lot. Darrin is one of the 
first adults who treated me as an adult. But I suppose, 
though, that I'll finally look old enough once I ascend 
to the advanced age of one and thirty."

Mom finally smiled. "You do have that going for you, 
dear." The tone of her voice had changed and she seemed 
a little more comfortable with the idea of me being a 
"cradle robber."

Mom stood up and said, "I'm not all the way convinced 
yet, but I'm open to the idea. Willow? Would you come 
help me get the guest bed ready?"

"I'll get the extra blankets for the sofa," I offered.

Mom turned around and smiled at me. "Thank you, son. I 
appreciate that you're treating this carefully and maybe 
even old fashioned."

The rest of the afternoon and evening was "nice." Simple 
things. Willow was eager to help and I could see that my 
Mom was warming up to this your sprite. A few times when 
we were just together, Willow and I gravitated to each 
other and I lovingly placed my arm around her or she 
would hold on to my arm and lean her head against my 
shoulder.

After dinner as we were winding down from the day, Mom 
whispered to me, "You and Willow have a synergy going. 
This is stronger than what I saw with you and Michelle. 
Almost stronger than what your Dad and I had when we 
were dating."

I hugged my Mom and whispered back, "Mom, this is so 
incredible. This is a perfect fit. Age has nothing to do 
with it. Our spirits, our psyches, our souls even, have 
meshed and fit together. I've never been more at ease 
with anyone in my life!"

Mom hugged me back and replied quietly, "Darrin, I was 
worried at first and maybe downright frightened by what 
you were proposing. But Willow and you have nearly won 
me over."

"Nearly?"

She smiled and said, "Let me get used to it before I 
endorse it, okay?"

"Okay, Mom!"

Finally as we said good night to my Mom, I asked Willow 
to step outside with me for a small walk.

"How are you doing?" I asked. "I know that got rather 
intense at first."

Willow chuckled then kissed my cheek. "I was almost 
ready to run before I remembered that you said that 
there was a part two to win her over."

"And I think you did. She's almost there!"

"I'm so glad!"

We walked along, hand-in-hand for several blocks before 
Willow asked, "What's gonna happen to my Mom and 
brothers?"

"They are safe for now. And your mom was going to 
contact the police with her concerns."

"Can I call her now?"

I handed my cell phone to her and watched as she dialed. 
Several minutes later, Willow told me that the police 
were on alert and actively trying to figure out who fire 
bombed their place. "But Mom's still freaked out."

"I can imagine."

"Darrin, you've done so much for us already, I can't 
even begin to thank you. But is it enough to keep us 
safe?"

"I hope so, dear. I hope so." I enfolded her in my arms 
and luxuriated in the feel of her body close to mine and 
her small breasts pressed tight against my chest. My 
dear, sweet Willow. Pussy Willow. I laughed to myself 
knowing that the bouquet of dried pussy willows was 
still in the cab of my pickup. I wasn't certain how my 
Mom would handle that. Yet. But I was a little afraid - 
no, I was downright frightened - of the forces that 
played out against Willow's mom. It was out of my league 
and out of the realm of my understanding as to how to 
counteract it.

But I had to be strong for Willow.

Willow finally whispered, "Darrin, I can't believe how 
tired I am. This has been an incredible day."

"A lot of fear," I began.

"But a lot of joy," she countered and held her hand with 
the ring on it near my face.

I kissed her ring and said, "Then I will walk my dear 
Willow back home."

Willow kissed my lips and embraced me briefly.

After saying good night I slipped into the sheets and 
blankets on the couch and lay there, eyes wide open, 
wondering what the next steps should be, What *could* 
they be?!

As I was about to drift off to sleep, I heard a voice, 
"Darrin? Darrin? Where are you?"

I sat bolt upright on the sofa and looked around. I then 
realized that the voice was not real, but in my head.

"Brooke? Is that you?" I thought carefully in my mind.

"Yes, Darrin. Where are you?"

"I'm up at my Mom's Have you heard what happened with 
Willow's place?"

"Yes, and I was freaking out trying to find out where 
you all went. Darrin, I was scared for you two. I'm glad 
you're safe."

I heard fear in her voice. "Are you okay now?" I asked.

"Getting there. Why don't you tell me what all 
happened."

So I kythed with Brooke and informed her of the home 
invasion robbery and near raping, and my bringing the 
whole family to spend the night with me.

"That's so sweet, Darrin."

And then there was the near marriage proposal that 
turned into a real marriage proposal and her mom giving 
permission and the wonderful morning and early afternoon 
and the fire and the escape out of my place to visit my 
Mom.

"And your mom is almost ready to accept this marriage?"

"Nearly. Her words."

"I told you." Brooke laughed and I felt her run her 
fingers over my chest. "Have you and Willow gone all the 
way?"

"Not yet. Nearly. Your hints about how to stretch the 
hymen were working. The fire interrupted further 
developments. And It's all off for the next day or two."

"Oh, your Mom?"

"Yes. Plus I don't know if I should go that far with her 
being a minor and all."

"Take it slow now, Darrin."

"That's what I'm trying. But what about those guys who 
are after Willow's mom?"

"Lemme see your recollection of them and see if I can 
trace who's behind this."

I closed my eyes and felt Brooke pull up the images of 
the thugs who were about to rape mother and daughter. A 
wave of nausea washed over me as I recalled hitting them 
hard with my tire iron.

"You did well, Darrin." Brooke interrupted my thoughts. 
"I know one of those guys. He frequents the alley behind 
the store where I work. I'll work on this from my end."

"Thank you Brooke."

"Now you keep loving that sweet Willow--oh, my gosh! 
That is so sweet!"

"What?" I asked.

"She's your pussy willow?"

I blushed and nodded in the dark of the living room.

"That is too sweet. Yes, Darrin, keep loving her and 
you'll win your mom over as well as endear yourself to 
Willow. Far too cute!"

"I will. Brooke?"

"Yes?"

"I never really thanked you properly for all this. This 
has been incredible."

"You're welcome, Darrin. And I have to thank you too."

"Really? For what?"

"You've helped me use my abilities more and because of 
that I think that I have found another empath. I'm with 
him now."

"I'm so happy for you!"

I felt Brooke kiss my lips and then each eye. "Sleep 
well, lover boy. Your Willow needs you."

"Good night, Brooke."

And then she was gone. Strangely I wasn't even bummed 
that she didn't connect with me to have a kything, mind-
game sexual experience. I think it was because I was 
still worked up over the danger that Willow and her 
family was in as well as the awkwardness of being in my 
Mom's house and her old fashioned ideas hovering over 
me. I rolled on to my side and fell asleep.

I became conscious at one point. "Brooke is kything with 
me," I thought to myself. It was incredibly hot. I was 
on my back and looking up to see my completely naked 
Willow above me rocking her hips back and forth on my 
dick. Her tiny tits barely jiggled as her wiggled and 
rocked.

When I looked down to where our bodies touched, I 
gasped. "I'm in you!?"

Willow said nothing, but a smile spread across her face 
and she closed her eyes and put her hands on my chest 
and continued her gyrations.

That caused my dick to swell in joy and pride. My dick 
had finally gone home! I was in my Willow's pussy. I was 
no longer a virgin. We had taken each other's cherry!

Cum spewed out of my happy cock and I grunted with 
desire.

"My cum, my cum," Willow whispered above me then 
collapsed around me, kissing my neck and cheeks and 
eventually my lips.

That's when I woke up. I tasted cum--my cum! I shouldn't 
have. This was kything! Besides all my cum was pumped 
into her pussy, not her mouth.

I opened my eyes and realized that a body lay partly on 
top of me in the darkness of the living room. "Willow!?" 
I whispered.

"My Darrin?"

"What happened?"

"Did you enjoy that?"

"What happened? I thought I was dreaming. I thought you 
were riding on top of me with my dick deep inside of 
you."

I felt Willow smile. She was so close to me that I felt 
her facial features lift up in happiness. Her hair was 
now all around us, enclosing our faces in a private 
tent.

"No. Not yet. I came down to kiss you. I woke up and 
wanted to touch you. When I found you, you were on your 
back and your dick was already hard. I just licked it."

"Oh, my sweet Willow."

"And now you get to kiss me too."

"I'm really glad that we didn't go all the way yet. I 
want to be awake when it happens."

"Good night, my love!" she kissed me again and I 
tenderly kissed her in return.

"Good night, my Pussy Willow."

She giggled and the room surged with joy and warmth.

After she left I lay awake for a long time reliving all 
my intimate times with that sweet, young nymph named 
Willow.

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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