Annabelle Stays Over
(Mg, hj, bj)
Edited by Lance Vargas
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I was puzzled when I entered the kitchen door and heard Mom say "There he is now. Ask him."
Mom was usually the only person home after school, so I wondered who was visiting since I didn't see a car on the curb.
When I glanced in the kitchen I was surprised to see a small blonde head peering above the counter sitting on a barstool. I recognized her as our neighbor's kid that I saw every so often down the street.
"Toy, this is Annabelle. Annabelle, Toy," Mom announced.
I nodded my head and said "hey."
Annabelle said "I know you! I see you when you cut the grass."
I chuckled, "that's me," and I put my book bag in the corner and headed upstairs.
"Wait, Toy, Annabelle wants to ask you something," Mom stopped me.
"Huh?" was all I could manage to grunt. What would a five-year-old want to ask me? I've got things to do, enemies to frag, I'm a busy guy.
"Annabelle has a question, if you don't mind," Mom said with raised eyebrows meaning "You better stay right there, young man, and listen."
"Yes, Annabelle, what is your question?" I asked trying to muster as much patience as I could, which was not much after I had plans with my freedom having just been released from my senior classes for the day.
It didn't help that she stuttered. I don't think it was a regular condition with her, but apparently my mood didn't make her comfortable.
"I... I was wondering... I mean, I was talking to your mom... and I... I wanted to know...," she rattled on. It was excruciating.
Mom, seeing as how my patience was waning and having given her enough of a chance completed the request, "She wants to know if she can sleep upstairs tonight so she can see her house from here."
"What?" I asked more puzzled than ever now.
"Annabelle will be staying with us for a couple of days, and she's never been in a two-story house before. We just went up to your room so she could look out of the window. She thought it was fun. So she wanted to know if she could sleep in your room OK?"
The blank looked on my face made her continue, "I can fix up the sofa or she can sleep on the trundle."
My unresponsiveness made her beg, "Please, Toy? Please?"
Mom has this plaintive look that she knows is irresistible to me. I could never do anything against my mother, and she knows it, too. And she uses it whenever necessary. Why she thought this was necessary was unclear.
"Yeah, sure, but, Mom, the sofa?" I whined.
"Oh, I know, Sweetie. No, not the sofa then. Can she sleep on your trundle?" Another set of begging eyes.
So, now I have to quickly run some scenarios through my head: what are the repercussions of having a child sleep in my room with me? What if she gets homesick? What if she pees in the bed? There goes my 1:00 a.m. fragging session.
"How about just for tonight?" I offer.
Annabelle smiled a huge smile and aggressively nodded her head. I had to admit she was a cutie. I mean, she was still a kid, but she was a cute kid. Her hair was curled like Goldilocks.
"Thank you, Toy. That was sweet," Mom said wiping her hands on a towel.
Annabelle jumped off of her stool, ran to me and hugged my leg not saying a word.
Mom said "Awwww, the little sister you never had."
"Yeah, I guess," I mumbled.
"Can I go look out the window?" Annabelle asked?
"Yes, but be careful going up the stairs," Mom shouted after the little one bolted from the room.
"What's up?" I asked Mom as I dug in the cookie jar.
"Well, her mother is having a 'procedure' done," Mom said in a voice that meant not to ask further.
From what I've seen of her mother she could have any number of diseases or reasons to be in the hospital. If I had to guess it would be rehab. She's what we called a skank - bone thin, few teeth and looking like she hasn't been sober since she was 15.
The grandmother lived there as well. I think it's really her house. She doesn't like people, I know that much. I remember a few years ago when I asked if she wanted her lawn mowed not only did she not say no, she told me to not come to her house again. I had no problem with that last request.
"I offered to take Annabelle until they get things squared away," Mom said getting more cookies from the cabinet to refill the empty jar.
"She likes cookies," Mom smiled.
"So, you just went over there and asked if you could take her?" I mumbled with a mouthful of chocolate chips.
"Well, yeah, when I saw the ambulance..." she began.
"Ambulance?" I asked.
"Quite a scene. Don't know what really happened, just a lot of people milling about wondering as I was," Mom explained. "The lights caught my eye, and I was worried so I walked down the block to see if I could help. That little girl looked like she was in shock watching her mother being wheeled out on the gurney. The grandma wanted to go in the ambulance, but they wouldn't allow Annabelle. So I volunteered right there. I went inside and packed a few things. Poor thing doesn't have much."
"What about the father?" I asked knowing full well there was never a male around the house.
"I'm sure her mom asks the same question. I wonder if she even knows who the father is. Oh, I shouldn't have said that," Mom said admonishing herself.
"Toy," she stopped and looked sternly at me, "be nice. She needs nice people in her life."
"I will, Mom, I will," I assured her.
Poor little thing.
I walked upstairs and saw her looking out of my bedroom window as I passed in the hall. I glanced at the "junk" room and wondered briefly how hard it would be to rehab it into the third bedroom it's supposed to be. I gave up on that thought pretty quickly knowing that I would have to move all the Christmas and Easter decorations as well as winter coats, skates, and all manner of junk that I just fling in there and quickly shut the door. Rumor is there's a bed in there somewhere, but I haven't seen it in the seven years Mom and I have been living here.
In the bathroom I picked up all of my shaving stuff and cologne from the counter so it wouldn't get in her way. I quickly wiped down the lavatory and sprayed down the tub. This was standard procedure when company came. My bathroom becomes the guest bathroom even for a five-year-old.
I figured I better pee before cleaning the commode, so I did. Then a quick wipe with the Lysol and brush, and I'm done. I cleaned up and left the bathroom.
I walked into my room to see her sitting on my bed.
"You pee loud," she exclaimed.
I had to laugh at her bluntness.
"You don't pee loud?, I asked.
"Not like that!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I had to pee real bad," I explained.
"What's a trundle?" she asked. Lots of questions, this one.
"Move," I instructed, "Watch," and I took her legs and moved them aside.
I reached under the bed and pulled on the frame, and out came the trundle beneath.
"Wow! It's a little bed," she squealed. "Do I have to sleep way down there?"
"Not really, I can..." and I popped the latch beneath the rail and the bed lifted.
"That's so cool!" she said excitedly. "But does it fall down?"
"No, not until you release the latch," I told her.
"But what if it gets undone by accident..." she said worriedly.
"I can sleep on here and you can sleep on my bed," I offered. That seems to make her comfortable. I didn't mind sleeping on the trundle for a couple of nights, but I would probably put it in the low position so we wouldn't be even. There was something weird about that.
I put the bed down and slipped it back underneath while Annabelle watched me.
"Why do they call you Toy?" she asked innocently.
"Oh, well, because my real name is Anthony but my older cousin called me Toy because she couldn't say Tony. I guess it stuck." I told her.
"I thought it was because you had a lot of toys," she laughed and bounced on the bed.
"Do you have a dad?" she asked.
I tried to be as gentle as I could, "My dad died when I was very young. Younger than you, so I never really knew him."
She seemed satisfied with this answer but didn't show a lot of compassion since she kept bouncing.
So I asked her, "Do you have a dad?"
"Nope," she said simply. "I never had a dad. That's what my Momma says. No dad. No boys allowed in our house! Ha ha! That's what Granny says."
"Well, there's a boy and a girl in our house," I laughed with her.
"I never stayed with a boy before," she said still bouncing.
"Well, I never stayed with a girl before," I said.
"You stay with your mom!" she shot back.
"No, I mean a girl in my room. Like a pretty girl like you," I offered to make her feel more comfortable with me.
She stopped jumping.
"You think I'm pretty?" she asked quizzically.
"Well, you are?" I said. "Your hair is very pretty."
"Your mom did that for me this afternoon after my mom..." she began and stopped.
There was a sad silence, so I broke it, "It looks very pretty. Just like your face."
She began bouncing again like she was excited.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
"No, not right now. I had one, but we broke up..." I explained.
"Who would break up with you?" she blurted and then stopped as if thinking about what she said.
"What?" I teased.
"I mean... you're cute, too," she stammered.
I laughed at her knowing that I embarrassed her.
I went downstairs to watch some TV before dinner. Annabelle soon joined me and sat next to me on the sofa.
"What's on?" she asked.
"Don't know," I answered, "just turned it on."
"K," was her only response.
We watched some stupid Disney comedy for a while, and when Mom called us to dinner she found us both sprawled on the sofa with one of Annabelle's legs draped over mine. I hadn't even noticed.
She scarfed down the pork chops and mashed potatoes. I envisioned her having a diet of McNuggets and frozen pizza in her home if she got even that.
When it was time to get ready for bed she took her sweet time in the bathroom. I told Mom that I might have to use hers.
Eventually Mom got worried and went up and knocked on the bathroom door to see if she was all right. Apparently, lounging in the tub was a luxury to her.
When she emerged she wore a tattered t-shirt that probably belonged to her mom since it had a beer logo on it.
I saw Mom's face when she saw it, and a look of concern flashed across it.
I left for the bathroom as soon as she sat on the sofa.
When I came downstairs after my bath Annabelle sat up on the sofa and looked at me. Actually, she looked at my boxer shorts, and I immediately regretted not putting on gym shorts. I just always slept in boxers, but at least I had the decency to slip on a t-shirt because normally I'm shirtless.
She made me uncomfortable staring at my midsection so I made a motion to sit in Mom's La-Z-Boy, but I thought better of it and plopped down on the sofa.
She had no shame. She stared at my crotch without interruption. I know the fly looked like it was gaping open, but there was no possible to way to see inside. Still I wondered if she was looking for a way to see inside. I deftly patted down my lap to break her concentration. It sort of worked, but she still stole glances toward it.
"Want some popcorn?" I asked more in an attempt to leave the room than anything.
"I guess," she answered.
So I scooted off the sofa and headed to the kitchen to assemble the fixings.
I hollered towards Mom's bedroom, "Mom, can we open a Coke?"
She yelled through her door "OK."
I went to the fridge to pull out a can, and when I turned around I almost ran right into Annabelle who was standing right there. She was now eye level with my waist, and I felt more uncomfortable than ever with her staring again.
"I can help" she said never moving her eyes upwards.
"I'm good," I replied, "Go sit down and I'll bring it to you."
"No," she said. "I wanna stay in here with you."
So I finished popping the corn, poured us a couple of glasses of Coke and put the bowl between us on the counter. She sat on one side and me on the other.
She grabbed a handful at a time stuffing her mouth.
"Slow down," I laughed. "Nobody's going to steal it from you!"
She tried slowing down, but she couldn't help herself. She took a big swig of her drink and apparently drank too fast because she started coughing.
I jumped from my seat and took the cup from her hand. I placed a hand on her back as a show of concern.
She lowered her head and coughed a few more times. When her coughing jag subsided she kept her head down. I asked if she was ok.
Then I noticed that the front of my boxers was definitely gaping open, and she was staring at no-woman's land.
I quickly got back on my stool. She sat upright again and ate more slowly.
It was only when I saw her staring downward again that I realized I was sitting spread-eagle on the stool, and she could probably see the family jewels from her vantage point.
I closed my legs, but the damage was done. I began to get hard, and I hated myself for feeling that way because of a little kid staring at me.
When we finished she wanted to help me with the dishes, but there was little she could do since she could barely reach the sink. Still she brought the bowls and glasses to me and stood by my side as I washed. I stayed press up against the counter to keep my bulge from showing, but there was little question I was excited. I stayed in the kitchen until the feeling subsided, and then we went back to the couch.
Mom came out a little later to tell us good night. I went and met her in the hall and said I would probably sleep on the sofa. She asked why? I didn't have an answer.
She asked me to sleep in my room for just one night with her in case she gets scared. I gave in as I always do with Mom.
Annabelle went upstairs first. I went to the bathroom.
When I came back to my bedroom I pulled out my trundle and saw Mom had already dressed it. Annabelle was already in bed.
"Did you brush your teeth?" I asked sounding more like my Mom.
"Oh, no, I forgot," she said quickly jumping out of bed and heading to the bathroom.
I got under the sheets and waited for her to return.
"You not gonna make it higher?" she asked referring to the lowered trundle bed.
"No, I like it like this," I said. "You ready for bed?"
"Yeah, I guess," she sighed.
I reached for the lamp and flipped it off.
"It's dark," she sounded scared.
"I'm right here if you need anything," I comforted her.
That seemed to satisfy her. I tried my best to go to sleep, but I was just plain uncomfortable. Finally, I wrestled my t-shirt off. Much better.
I awoke a while later because it was hot so I climbed out from under the sheets. The moon was shining through the window and lit up half the room. I raised up to see if Annabelle was all right in my bed. She was gently snoring.
I put my head down and immediately fell back to sleep.
I had no idea what time it was or how long I had been sleeping when something woke me. It felt as if I were having an erotic dream, but I had no memory of it. I woke with an erection as usual, but this felt different.
It was only when my wandering mind coalesced into reality that I realized what was different.
Annabelle.
From the silhouette I could make out that she was kneeling on the floor besides my bed with one hand inside the fly of my shorts grasping my erection.
I stifled my instinct to react knowing I would probably scare her and possibly scar her. Still I had to get her to stop before I got too excited.
So I made a snort and moved myself over in the bed. It worked. She immediately removed her hand and kept completely still.
Satisfied that I nipped that in the bud, I closed my eyes and tried to resume sleeping.
But she would not be denied - her hands went back to the front of my boxers, and I felt her tugging on them.
This had to stop! I was determined to teach her a lesson and tell her how inappropriate this was for a child to do such a thing to a 17-year-old boy.
But then the snap came undone. I froze. I don't know why, but I didn't move a muscle.
It didn't matter. I glanced down below my waist an saw the moonlight illuminating everything perfectly.
The child moved the flaps apart and then reached in and moved my member out in the open.
I felt her hands leave me. I imagined she was surveying what was before her. I assumed she had never seen a penis before and was just curious. Now that her curiosity was satisfied I expected her to jump back into bed and go to sleep.
So it was a shock when I felt her hand surround my dick. Again, I stifled any reaction and wondered how far this would go.
She picked it up until it stood 90 degrees. I felt the other hand go around it. She squeezed lightly. I was in anguish now.
Yes, I was excited, but I felt horrible that it was a young kid doing this to me. If it were Cheryl or Jeri like I fantasized so many times before that would be one thing. But this was a little girl who didn't excite me in the least. Here I was, though, hard as a rock and about to leak as she handled my cock like it was a toy.
She moved it around and touched everything. She felt the head and squeezed it a little bit. Then she would stop and look at my face. My head was in darkness so there was little she could see.
She pulled on my dick I guess to see how long it was. Then she discovered my sack. This was something new. She pulled my fly further apart and reached between my legs to pull my balls out. She felt them softly, and I became afraid that she would hurt me. But she was very gentle.
She want back to my dick and picked it up. Then she let it go and it slapped against my stomach. She looked at my face for a reaction. I did nothing.
For the next 10 or 15 minutes she played with her new toy until she must have gotten sleepy because she finally crawled into bed leaving me completely exposed. I don't know what she was thinking about what I would think if I woke up with my dick and balls out of my pants. Maybe she didn't think about it.
Shit, I was going to have blue balls bad now.
I laid there sleepless for almost an hour before I sneaked into the bathroom and jacked off to relieve myself. I slept until the alarm.
I got up quietly and sneaked downstair to fix breakfast. I always felt guilty when Mom gets up early to make breakfast for me, so I just grabbed some Pop Tarts and a glass of milk.
I almost dropped all of it when I turned around to sit at the bar, and there was Annabelle rubbing her eyes.
"G'morning," she croaked out.
"Uh, hey," was all I could manage.
"Why you getting up so early," she said squinting at the light.
"I gotta go to school," I said putting my glass and plate on the counter. "Do you want something to eat?"
"No, I'm not hungry," she replied.
"Then why are you up so early?" I asked.
"Just to be with you," she said.
I scarfed down the pastries and milk and said "Gotta run."
I bolted upstairs.
I was already dressed and ready to head out by the time she got upstairs. I still had a half hour before Brian picked me up, and I had to decide if I wanted to wait outside or stay there with Annabelle. It was obvious she wasn't going back to bed despite me turning out the lights.
"You go to school this early?" she asked realizing that even high school must not start so early.
"No, not really," I replied. "But my friend gives a bunch of us rides, so we have to be ready when he gets here."
"Did you sleep ok?" she dropped the bombshell.
"Sure, yeah, I slept ok. You?" I asked.
"Uh huh, I slept real good. I like sleeping in your room," she all but sang.
I bet you do, I thought. I felt so weird with her sitting on my bed near where she molested me. But I mean I let her molest me. I let a kid touch my privates, and I did nothing to stop her. If I were honest with myself I would admit that I enjoyed it, but I wished she had finished.
Yep, that's it! I wanted her to do it. And she did it. So now what? Do I talk to her about it? Do I ask her why she did it? Was she curious? Did she want to do it again? Did she want to do more?
I figured my best bet would be not to say anything but let it play out and see where it goes.
My decision was made that night when I again chose not to sleep on the sofa. But I wondered if that would have made a difference?
This evening was different. Yes, she did stare at my crotch, but this time I wasn't so coy about hiding it. In fact, while we were watching TV I was thinking about what happened the night before and I started getting hard.
I shifted myself to make the bulge as pronounced as I could.
Bingo! She noticed. Boy, did she notice. Once glance was all it took, and she kept staring at it without being coy herself.
I even scratched myself while pretending to look at the TV screen. I pushed my dick until it tented my boxers obscenely.
Then I felt embarrassed for her. I kept yelling my thoughts "at least pretend you're looking at something else or look away every so often." But she had a laser glare directed on my crotch. Suddenly, my emotions turned from horniness to embarrassment to becoming somewhat creeped out.
"Hey, want some popcorn?" I asked.
She jumped in surprise as if she'd been busted doing something naughty, which she indeed had.
"Uh, yeah," she stammered.
I headed straight to the kitchen expecting her to follow, but she didn't this time.
I didn't even ask Mom if we could have a Coke. I just grabbed one from the fridge. I put the bowl on the counter and called to her.
She came in the kitchen slower than I expected. Did she feel like she was caught looking? Is she having second thoughts? I couldn't figure out what was going through her mind.
We chatted a bit, and she ate slowly. I asked if she was tired, and she nodded her head.
"Well, then maybe run upstairs and brush your teeth after this and we'll go to bed early," I offered.
She didn't fuss; just finished her drink after a couple of more handfuls of popcorn. Then she hopped off of the stool and ran upstairs.
I cleaned up and yelled to Mom that we were turning in early and told her good night. She popped her head out of her bedroom door and gave me a kiss. And then I scooted up the stairs myself.
Annabelle was already in bed when I headed to the bathroom. I couldn't tell if she was sleeping already when I walked in the bedroom.
I whispered, "Did you brush your teeth?"
"Yes," she whispered back.
"Good. Good night, Annabelle. Sweet dreams," I told her.
She mumbled something like good night, I think.
I laid awake for a long time afterwards wondering about her. I actually wondered if she would do anything or if she felt bad about what she did. That's probably it. She probably thought about what she did and realized it was not a good thing. That's probably why she was so quiet.
I eventually fell asleep.
Again, I felt as if I were dreaming, but the reality hit me hard and I had to quickly stifle the urge to jump as I felt the sheet being pulled down.
Annabelle was on her knees next to the trundle slowly and gently pulling my sheet back. Within seconds my boxers were open, and I was exposed again.
But this time it was different. Unlike the night before when she haphazardly handled by shaft, tonight she gripped it and began stroking me straight up and down. My mind was being blown. How in the world did she know how to do that?
It didn't last long, though. The determined stimulation had a natural result - I began cumming like I never had before. I don't know if I grunted or moaned, but I know I raised my butt more than once in an attempt to gain maximum altitude for the spurts of semen rushing from my cock. I was so into my orgasm that I couldn't even see her reaction. But it was soon apparent that she knew what had happened as she released my softening cock and wiped her hands on the sheets.
She crawled back into the bed leaving me soaking in my own cum. I was completely spent and had no energy to go and clean myself. So I fell asleep again only to be jarred sometimes later by the buzzing of the alarm.
I hated bathing in the morning for one reason.
"Did you forget to take a shower last night?" Mom asked standing in front of the stove flipping a pancake.
"Yeah," I lied walking to the laundry room with my bed linens. "I'm going to put these to wash."
She just chuckled probably thinking I had another wet dream.
"My you're talkative this morning," Mom said as she placed another pancake in my plate.
I just grunted a smile since I had a mouthful of pancake.
Truth was I was mulling over the night's events in my head trying to make sense of it. Of course, I enjoyed what was happening to me, but I didn't like the idea of a little girl doing these things. I knew at some point I was going to have to talk to her, but I didn't know what the outcome would be. Would any grown-up believe that I was asleep during this? I doubt it.
I kissed her on the cheek and said "Thanks, Mom," and when I turned to go brush my teeth I literally ran into Annabelle standing in the kitchen. I grabbed her before she fell backwards, and she stumbled forwards with her eyes squinted closed because of the harsh light.
"Sorry," I said as I held her by the shoulders. Then I noticed the stains on her shirt, unmistakably dried semen. My mind went haywire trying to figure out how to spin the story. How did my semen get on her shirt? What was a reasonable answer? Simple. None.
I let her go and took the stairs two at a time basically to get out of the kitchen.
When I returned downstairs Annabelle was sitting on the sofa in the living room. I glanced at my watch aware that again I had another half hour for my ride. I decided to sit down and welcome conversation to hopefully learn what she was thinking.
I plopped down in the easy chair trying to act relaxed. She was quiet for a second.
"Did you sleep good?" she asked meekly.
"I slept great!" I answered. "How 'bout you?"
"Yeah, I slept good too." And she grew quiet.
"I think I like you sleeping in my room. Makes me sleep even better than ever," I said more to get a reaction than as a statement.
She just smiled and looked very content with herself. I was thinking she had become worried with what she had done, but seeing no ill effects she make be relaxing a bit.
Without warning she just blurted, "Why are boy so different from girls?"
Now, if I had the answer to that question I would run for king of the world, but I had to determine how and what she was asking.
"Well," I began, "I really don't know. I know we just like trucks and dirt and loud noises and stuff, and you don't."
"No, not like that I mean," she interrupted. "I mean why do they look different and have different parts."
Parts? She wanted to talk about parts? I glanced back toward the kitchen to see if Mom was within earshot, but seeing her bedroom door closed I knew she was getting ready for her day.
"Well, there's a lot of reasons, I guess." I didn't even know where to begin.
"I mean, men have muscles so they could hunt and fish in the old days and then plow the fiels while women..."
"No, no, I mean down 'there,'" she pointed to below her waist.
Shit was getting serious now. Shouldn't an adult be fielding these questions and not some horny 17-year-old guy who was jacked off by this kid the night before?
"Maybe you should ask..." and then I stopped short. Hell, I didn't want her asking Mom or anyone else that question. Supposed she said "Because I played with Toy's ding dong and it wasn't like mine." Oh, the shit would hit the fan.
"Hey, look, I have to go to school in a little bit, but why don't we save this talk for when I get home. There's a lot of reasons boys and girls are built differently. OK?"
That seemed to please her because she smiled widely and nodded her head. It didn't escape me that she was bunching her hands in between her legs and rocking ever so slightly.
I had about six hours to think of a good answer to her question, but I seriously thought she would forget about it when I got home.
Nope.
No sooner had I come through the door she attached herself to me and asked "Can we talk about it now?"
"Let me get a snack first and maybe we can take a walk," I offered. She nodded her head in agreement.
I grabbed us each a handful of cookies after kissing Mom hello, and we walked out the back door. I saw Mom smile at me as we left as if she was proud of me taking time out of my senior year to pay attention to this little nobody. Yes, I felt like an asshole, but I didn't know what else to do.
We walked down to the alley near the playground where we sat on some tires half-buried in the ground, and she asked the same question.
"Well," I started trying to gather my thoughts from throughout the day, "you know, boy and girl animals are different from each other like to mostly make other animals, you know, animal babies."
"I know that kinda, but like how do they do it?" she asked innocently.
Do it? She wants me to talking about doing it? Well, here goes. "See, a man has a body part that fits inside a woman's body part..."
"I don't understand," she cried.
"Because you're too young to understand. It's really a grown up thing, and you'll learn all about it when you get older," I tried for an excuse.
"OK, what's a penis?" she asked just as innocently as asking what a cookie was.
I almost choked on the cookie in my mouth, "A penis? How do you know about a penis?"
"I read about it. I read, you know," she said emphatically.
"Well, a penis is a man's body part that helps make a baby," I tried making it as simple as possible. "It makes a seed that goes inside of a woman that makes a baby grow."
It sounded so stupid to me even as I was saying it, but I was at a loss as to what else I could say.
"How does it come out?" She was beginning to make sense of it.
"Um, well, this is kind of grown up talk now. Maybe we shouldn't be talking about it," I offered.
"No, please," she begged, "I really want to know. I'm kind of grown up. I know lots of things."
That face. God, she was cute. I am such a perv and I'm going straight to hell for this I know.
"Well, ok. You see, when a man and a woman like each other a whole lot," I couldn't believe I was saying that shit,"the woman makes the man excited. His penis becomes real hard and stiff, and the stuff only comes out then."
"And he has to really like her? I mean he can't just do it except with a girl? Can he do it with anybody?"
"He's really gotta like her in a special way to be with her like that. It would be really hard to do that without somebody you don't like. I think it would be impossible. And the woman has to excite him sometimes with her hands and sometimes with her mouth..."
"Her mouth?" she said more to herself than to me.
"And sometimes the man puts his penis inside of the girl, and that's how they make a baby," I said.
"Inside? Where inside?" she asked innocently.
"OK, I think that's enough. I told you more than you need to know already," I said. "You said you read, then you should read about it, ok?"
Silence. I said too much - way too much. She sat there thinking very hard about everything I said. I broke her innocence.
Not another word was spoken. So we walked back to the house in silence. She sat in front of the TV, and I went up to my room to do some homework.
When I clicked on my computer I was a little surprised to see that some of my folders on my desktop had been opened, and a whole bunch of programs were running in the background. I hadn't been on my computer for a couple of days so I knew Annabelle had been playing on it.
Instead of calling down to her I had another thought: being a teen-age boy in this day and age means knowing how to clear your browser history for the same reason I launder my own bed linens.
Wow!
Apparently, Miss Annabelle knew how to find just what she wanted on the Internet. Her spelling was atrocious, but Google figured out what she wanted pretty easily.
Boys weenie. Boys hard weenie. Mans hard weenie. Mans hard dick.
Quite a progression there. Each search lead to another I assumed.
Looking further into the history I saw porntube videos that had been viewed including more than a few of a girl giving a guy a hand job. Well, that clears that up. But there were more. Blow jobs, full penetration, anal. It was all there. So basically, I was telling the little girl everything she already knew or at least had seen.
Now what? Do I confront her? Do I just keep quiet? Do I just wait to see what's next for the evening?
Yeah, that last one. I knew that's what I was going to do.
I erased the history and finished my homework.
After dinner Mom apologized to me and said Annabelle would be staying a few more days, but that she was going to have her sleep in her bedroom. I made up all kind of shit saying anything to keep her in my room. At least one more night.
I don't know what convinced her, but she kissed me on my head saying that I was an angel and just the sweetest boy on earth. She promised that I would be rewarded later, and I was serious telling her that I didn't expect anything. Well, at least not from her.
I was already in bed when Annabelle came out of the bathroom. I was shocked to see her dressed in this sheer teddy bear nightgown that came down to just above her butt. I never saw a sexy 5-year-old before, but here I was looking at one.
"You like it?" she asked twirling around.
"It looks very nice," I answered feeling myself getting a semi between my legs.
She squealed and bounced into bed.
I flipped off the lights and told her good night.
After a couple of minutes of silence she asked "Can a boy's penee get excited by an ugly girl or a girl he doesn't like?"
"What? No, he can't. Not really. He's got to like her and think she's pretty," I said sort of knowing where she was going.
"OK," was all she said.
I laid awake for an hour in anticipation of what would transpire this evening. The little girl had been sex educated by the Internet so it was anybody's guess what she would do with that information.
Movement from above caused me to lay perfectly still, but my erection was hard as a rock. I wore my silk boxers this evening. I rarely wore them anymore as they had a habit of becoming unbuttoned quite easily.
I saw her silhouette against the windows, and her nightie was so sheer I could see right through it.
She gently made her way to the floor next to the trundle bed. Her MO was the same: pull down the sheet and unbutton my shorts. My shorts almost opened by themselves, and my erection forced its way out.
Annabelle cautiously placed her hands around my dick and picked it up trying to examine it in the dim light. I felt her release me and get up from the floor. I wondered what she was up to. I saw her at the blinds trying to adjust them to let more moonlight in. The room suddenly became lighter. I shut my eyes quickly to avoid detection.
She took her place at my side again and resumed her discovery. She stroked me ever so gently, and I wanted to moan so loudly, but I stifled myself.
What happened next almost made me jump off the bed, and there was no way I could keep myself silenced. When she put the head of my dick in her mouth I groaned lowly. The noise didn't seem to faze her as she kept moving her mouth up and down.
I felt her tongue exploring my glans, and I began to squirm at the stimulation. She had watched the right videos, that's for sure. I didn't see her as a young kid anymore, but as a real life sexy girl who was giving me immense pleasure.
She released me from her mouth but held me upright. I heard her moving around and then felt get on the bed with me. I wondered what she was going to do. What she did blew my mind. She straddled me and placed my cock directly at her pussy. She wedged it between her legs and attempted to impale herself on it.
She bounced up and down shaking me wildly. How she didn't expect to wake me I'll never know. Of course, there was no way this was going to work, but I knew I was going to cum any second.
I glanced out of one eye, and I almost came right then. Her nightgown wasn't sheer. It wasn't there! Apparently she had taken it off in her bed before she came to meet me. This was her intention all along - to fuck me.
I could tell she was getting a bit frustrated that she couldn't do it. So she bounced off the bed and put me back in her mouth.
Two more sucks and I was gone. I came like a fire hydrant, and I heard her choking and snorting as I unloaded in her tiny mouth. Of course, I was wailing like a crazy man trying to keep it down, but it was impossible. I was also bucking up and down, but she was holding on.
I finally said to her, "Are you ok?"
She was sincerely shocked that I was awake and was muttering trying to make up an excuse.
"It's ok," I said. "Are you all right? Annabelle, talk to me. Are you ok?"
I heard her sniffling and begin to cry. I sat up and grabbed her. I hugged her tightly, and she cried a bit more but then settled down.
Of course, holding a naked girl against my bare chest had an effect, and I found myself fully erect again.
"I'm sorry, Toy. I'm sorry," she sniffled.
I put a finger on her mouth, "Shhhhh."
We held each other and rocked in bed for at least two minutes, which is a long time after what just happened.
"Are you mad at me?" she asked.
"Why would I be mad at you?" I asked back.
"Well, because I played with your penee and sucked you and I tried to put you in me," she explained.
"It's ok, I promise. You didn't hurt me. It felt real good. It really did."
"Do you like me? I mean, you got hard and your stuff came out," she reasoned.
"Of course, I like you. And I like what you did. You made me feel so good, like I never felt like that before."
"But I couldn't get you inside of me. I tried," she was almost crying again.
"Annabelle, you're way to young to do that. I could never put this inside of you until you get much older," I said pushing my hard dick against her butt.
"Do you want me to suck you again," she asked.
"No, not right now," I said. Then I had an idea, "Let me do this." I put her up on the bed.
She was puzzled as to why I didn't want to hug her anymore, but I pushed on her shoulders laying her down on the bed. Then I spread her legs hanging over the side of the bed. I bent my head down and with the tip of my tongue I pushed it into the little cleft between her legs.
"Noooo!" she jumped.
"Shhhh," I said pushing her back down.
"It's dirty," she cried.
"No, it's not," I said and pushed deeper with my tongue.
"It feels funny," she giggled.
"Just lay back and enjoy," I cooed.
I continued licking up and down, and every so often I would push into her tight opening. She would jump with each lick, but when I poked she would squeal slightly.
After three or four minutes I felt her begin to pull my hair. I knew she was going out of control. I continued licking harder.
"Toy..." she broke off.
"Toy..." she said again.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh!" And she was gone. I pressed firmly, and she shook at pulled my hair harder until it really hurt. But I wasn't going to disturb her experience.
I have to admit I was surprised that a five-year-old could experience an orgasm like that.
She released my hair and let out a loud gasp.
"Are you ok?" I asked. Silence. "Annabelle?"
"Yeah," she panted. "I'm ok."
She rolled over on her side.
"What was that?" she asked.
"That's how you made me feel a while ago, and last night."
She sat up quickly. "You knew about last night?"
I laughed.
"We need to clean up," I said. "Get your gown, let's go to the bathroom."
We both shielded our eyes at the bright light of the bathroom.
"We need to be real quiet," I warned. "Mom's sleeping downstairs."
"OK," she said looking at my erection in the glaring light.
I knew I was going to have to relieve myself before going back to bed, so I told her, "Annabelle, I'm going to have to jack off real quick."
"Huh?" she asked, and then she watched me as I lifted the toilet seat and begin to stroke myself.
She was hypnotized.
It didn't take long, especially with an audience, and I was emptying myself into the toilet.
"That's a lot!" she said.
I chuckled at her, and then told her I needed to pee. She watched that too, when my dick had become soft enough to do it.
"I need to pee pee, too," she said and jumped on the toilet after I finished. She gave me the most naughty look as she spread her legs as I watched her pee.
We washed out faces then washed our bottoms, got dressed and fumbled in the dark back to my bedroom.
I knew we weren't going to go to sleep that quickly, and before long she asked, "If you really liked me why couldn't you go in me? I really like you too."
"Annabelle, you're way to young to worry about that. Maybe when you're 8 or 9 you'll be able to do it," I explained.
"But I am older!" she demanded.
"No, I mean older than five," I said.
"I'm eight and I'll be nine real soon!" she almost screamed.
"What? How?," I sat upright. "I mean, you don't go to school; I thought you were little..." I stammered.
"I'm just small for my age, and my grandma home schools me. She doesn't like me going to a regular school with boys and stuff," she explained.
Well, I guess that explained a lot. Seeing as how we both had been naked and now laying on my bed it seems mixing with boys could get her into sticky situations. I wondered if she had done this before.
"But I really wanted to do it with you," she cried.
Truth was I wanted to do it with her, too. "What if we try some other time?" I asked.
"OK," she said sounding half satisfied.
"Toy, you made me feel real good. I like that. I hope we can do it again."
"I hope so too, Darling."
The next thing I knew my Mom knocking on the door. I had slept through the alarm.
"Did you stay up late talking or what?" she asked.
I wanted to say "or what," but instead I said I guess.
When I came home from school that afternoon Annabelle was sitting on the sofa with a new backpack next to her. She did not look happy.
"Grandma's coming to pick me up," she said sadly.
My heart sank. I was losing my playmate. I knew she would be right down the street, but I knew she wouldn't be in my bedroom.
"I'm going to miss you," I said as earnestly as I could.
"I'm going to miss you, too," she said. And then she started to cry. I sat next to her and held her.
Mom walked in cocking her head and smiling at us with a wistful look.
"You're going to miss your little sister, huh Toy?" Mom asked.
"A lot," was all I said.
Her grandmother knocked loudly on the door. She was a stern woman who did not smile at me even when I said hello. She asked Annabelle where she got the backpack and if she stole it. I assured her that it was a gift for her. She did not respond. The bitch.
My mother came to the door and said hello. The old lady did not give so much as a thank you, but grabbed the little girl by the shoulder and pointed her to the sidewalk.
I watched the little girl follow the old woman down the street. I felt myself gasp as my heart leaped. Annabelle looked back at me and waved. I just weakly waved back.
She was gone.
Weeks went by before I even saw a glimpse of another person at her house.
On my way home from the market one day, her mom was on the porch with a cup and a cigarette in her hand. She waved at me as I walked by, and I nodded my head. as my hands were full of grocery bags.
"You Toy?" she called to me.
I froze in fear afraid of what she was about to say.
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
"My little girl really likes you. Says you a good person and was nice to her when I was sick," she said.
"Yeah, I guess," I replied weakly.
"It be ok if she goes visit you sometimes? I mean when her grandma ain't here and I'm busy?" she asked.
I didn't even want to venture a guess as to what she would be busy with, but again I answered, "I guess. Sure."
"Good," she said turning to go inside. "Just be nice to her and don't hurt her. OK?"
I was paralyzed. Did she mean what I thought she meant?
"No, ma'am. I could never do that."
She smiled, winked at me and then went inside.
� 2015 by Lance Vargas.
READERS' COMMENTS
Hey, Lance, I like little girl stories, like this one and Lost in the Scrub. The fuzzy photos are a nice touch. You have what I consider to be a realistic understanding of lovey girls, although the district attorneys of our great land would undoubtedly feel otherwise. You also have a nicely polished style, which seems breezily informal, but that's how real people talk and think, and I know it takes a deliberate effort to keep things clean and simple. First time I've seen you on asstr, but I'll be watching for any of your future girl stories.
I'm sure you hear this a lot. But continuing the Annabelle series would be great on
many levels. This is the first story I have read by you and I plan on reading the rest.
Lance, this was deftly done. You danced around the issue
of little girlhood as lightly as she touched the glans of the
boy's penis. The fact that you spend a considerable length
of time setting the scene and savor each nuance of their
progressing attraction to each was actually exquisite in
places. I found my own penis awakening and seeping love
jouice in sympathy to these two. If this is an exampople of
your talent, please share with me other stories of yours or
links that may likelwsie titillate me. You have a beautiful
mind and appreciate the appeal of little girls over older
boys only too well.
Love her
Very well written.
Yes I really liked Annabelle stays over. Is there going to be a part 2 etc ?
Awesome story, I would love to have been the boy in your
story. Very well done
Great story. The whole attraction is the 'believeablity' of
it. Unlike so many stories, this just COULD happen! The
detail is graphic and the pictures formed by the words -
perfect! The suggestion of more to come is enticing...the
grown-up's seeming approval is also erotic...thank you!
great story would love to read more parts to the story I hope they end up fucking and then she can live with them if the mum and grandmother die or get to sick to look after her ever again keep up the great work
Great story of discovery. Your story progressed nicely and
was a good read. I can see Annabelle wanting to visit as
often as she can. I'm sure Toy won't mind either.
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(Mg, ped, cons) So this is how it feels to fall in love with a child.
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