Purple Luv, Chapter Two

by Realist1

Danielle sat quietly as Kitten busied herself clearing out a couple of drawers in an old dresser. She looked around. The room itself was much bigger and nicer than hers. The whole house was much bigger, and she almost believed she might get lost if she wandered too far from Kitten's room. She liked the brightly painted walls of the bedroom, the carpet that was soft under her feet, and the big comfortable bed. Of course, she wasn't sure about sharing a bed with Kitten. She was used to sleeping alone in a small bed in a small bedroom. Kitten also had a TV, a stereo and a computer in her room, things Danielle had never dreamed of having, not for her very own.

"I'm sorry about your mom, Danielle," Kitten said, turning from the dresser and carrying a box of old winter clothes to the closet, drooping it to the floor and sliding it in.

"That's okay," Danielle said. "You didn't do anything."

"I just mean I'm sorry about what happened to her," Kitten came back, trying to clear up Danielle's confusion.

"I know what you meant," Danielle said soberly. "But she did it to herself. Don't feel sorry about her." She looked up at Kitten who just stood there looking awkward, like she didn't know what to say. The intelligent, pretty seven-year-old changed the subject and went on. "I like this room. I like the whole house. It's clean and bright and it doesn't have crap everywhere. When is bedtime?"

Kitten looked at Danielle with a puzzled expression. She shrugged.

"Gee, I don't know. It's summer vacation. We have no bedtime. When we're in school, we have a lot of rules. Mom and Lee are very strict about school. But once school's out..."

Kitten stopped short, looking into Danielle's dark eyes. "What were your rules?"

"My rules were... whatever my mom decided they were. They changed every day. Last summer, she made me go to bed at eight o'clock almost every night."

"Eight o'clock!" Kitten cried out in disbelief. "The sun's still out at eight-o'clock!"

"I know," Danielle said.

"Well, what time would you like to go to bed?"

"I don't know," the sad looking little girl replied. "I don't know what to do here."

Everything was still like a dream for Danielle. The house was nice, yes, and her aunt and uncle and cousins, but she didn't know them, and she didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow or the next day. At home, things had always been a mess, and her mother had always been a mess. She didn't know how to live any other way except ot hide out, hide out from the world. Here, she felt lost. She didn't know how to act or behave.

"Well, you can put your clothes in this dresser here, Danielle, okay?"

Danielle stood up and struggled with her suitcase, and Kitten helped her put it on the bed. Kitten opened it nad began to unpack.

*****

"She's a quiet one," Lee said, standing in the bathroom doorway, watching his wife undress. "Very pretty."

"Yes, she is," Janet said.

"Vulnerable, too."

"May-be. What's on your mind?"

"You know what's on my mind."

"You've got both my daughters to play around with. I wouldn't go messing around with Dani. She's damaged goods, and she hasn't been raised in this kind of atmosphere. She hasn't been taught how to enjoy such things. If I know anything about my sister these past years, this poor little girl probably hasn't even had a good night kiss and hug in a very long time."

"How was the ride home?"

"Long and quiet. She slept half of the way. The other half she sat there and didn't say much of anything. I feel bad for her."

"Yeah, me too," Lee said. He walked up behind his wife as she stood near the closet. "Are you sure you won't be tempted to... you know... bring her out?" He hugged his wife about the waist and began to kiss her about the neck. "I mean, she is a... very pretty little girl, and you like little girls... as much as I do."

"Yes, but... " Janet sighed, leaning back against her husband as he fondled her breasts and nibbled on her ear, "I think we'll just have to resist... temptation."

*****

"Why did your mom name you 'Kitten'?" Danielle asked. Her clothes were put away and her suitcase set aside, and once again she was sitting on the bed looking uncertain.

"I don't know," the older girl replied. "I guess she just thought she would name me something different from everybody else. The same with my sister, Lacy. My mom's different, you know."

"I guess," Danielle said, looking down at the carpet. "My mom always said that my aunt Janet was a wierd person."

"You believe everything your mom tells you?" Kitten asked, slightly defensive.

Danielle looked up, her dark eyes very cold.

"No," she said. "She told me I was the cause of all her problems. She told me I was a piece of shit." Those cold eyes softened, and they became wet, and tears dripped from them, running down her cheeks. "No," she sobbed, "I don't believe anything my mom says."

Kitten approached Danielle slowly, and she reached out and stroked the girl's hair. She knelt on the floor and forced a smile, grasping Danielle's arms and looking into those beautiful, dark brown eyes.

"Would you like a hug?" Kitten asked softly, just above a whisper.

"Ye-es," Danielle replied, and she allowed Kitten to put her arms around her and hold her close. It felt good, warm, and all at once she put her arms around her older cousin and held her very tight, resting her head on Kitten's shoulder. The tears continued to fall from her eyes, but in total silence.

It was then that the bedroom door opened and Danielle, startled, pulled back, but their arms were still around each other, and Lee looked in, a surprised look on his face.

"Well, well," he said. "Looks like you two are getting close, already."

"What do you want, Lee?" Kitten asked. She was used to him coming in without a knock, seeing her in all states of undress, and sometimes doing things to her, Kissing her and fondling her and going down on her, but tonight she didn't feel like doing anything. She was actually annoyed.

"I... I wondered if you wanted to go for ice cream, Kitten."

"No, thanks, Lee," Kitten said. "I want to stay with Danielle."

"Well... okay," Lee said. "Nice to see you're getting along so well."

The door closed and Kitten shrugged. She wiped away the tears that still lingered on Danielle's cheeks. Kitten felt good. Danielle had actually hugged her back. She was such a pretty little girl. More than that, she was beautiful. Danielle just needed to smile, to enjoy herself, and that was going to be her job, Kitten's job, teaching the sad little girl how to be happy.

"Danielle, what would you like to do?" Kitten smiled.

"Watch TV?" Danielle asked, almost as if she were expecting the answer NO.

"Sure, we could watch TV," Kitten said. "What would you like to watch?"

"I don't know," the little girl replied.

"I know. We could watch a movie. I have a DVD player. I can go get a DVD and we could watch that. How about... um..." Kitten smiled, trying to think of a good movie for a girl who probably hadn't seen a lot of movies, "the 'Wizard of Oz'?"

"Okay," Danielle said, a sparkle appearing in her eyes that Kitten hadn't seen before. And there was a smile that lifted the corners of the child's mouth.

"Why don't we get ready for bed, and we'll get all cozy and watch it."

"Can I... um... take a bath, first?"

"Sure, you can take a bath," Kitten said. "You want me to sit in the bathroom and..." she stopped herself, but went on "...keep you company?" It wasn't such a bad question, she thought, but then she was used to everybody seeing each other naked in the house. Maybe Danielle wouldn't like it. Maybe she would think it was wierd.

"Yes, please, would you?" Danielle asked sweetly after only a slight hesitation.

Danielle looked up at Kitten and saw her pretty smile. Kitten was very pretty in her red tank top and shorts. Danielle liked her golden curls. They looked like the color of sunshine. Danielle wasn't used to girls Kitten's age being nice to her. In her neighborhood at home, most of them picked on her. But Kitten was so nice, and very grown up. She felt safe with her, but she also knew that Kitten was just a little girl too, and that meant they could be friends.

So Danielle took out a nightgown and a pair of panties, both very dainty and flowery, not like the stuff Kitten was used to wearing. She didn't know if she even had a summer nightgown that looked like it belonged to a little girl, except for the size. They went out into the hallway and Kitten took her into the bathroom, turned on the light and closed the door. After thinking about it for a moment, Kitten locked the door.

Kitten ran the water for Danielle and sat down on the fuzzy toilet lid, watching Danielle take off her jeans and t-shirt, revealing a very curvaceous little body, her skin darker than that of Kitten, whose own fair complection had not yet been treated to much sun just yet. Danielle took off her little ruffled ankle-socks and her little floral-printed panties and stepped into the tub, her pert round butt much like Kitten's.

Kitten stayed with Danielle throughout her bath, and the little girl even accepted Kitten's offer to wash her hair. They talked about the movie they were going to watch, and how they would stay up very late and talk all about what they would do tomorrow. It was during this coversation that Kitten realized that she didn't really have any close friends. Not friends her own age or younger. And that was because she never brought anybody home with her, afraid they might see something or hear something. Plus, she really felt different from them. She knew she couldn't tell people what went on in her house. No way. So, as young as Danielle was, they could be good friends.

When they returned to the bedroom, and Danielle sat in her own nightgown watching Kitten change into hers, the little girl's eyes widened.

"God, what a pretty nightgown!"

"You think so?"

"Yes, it's like the ones they wear in those catalogues."

The nightgown the ten-year-old had put on was red and lacy and very short. She managed to find a pair of panties that halfway covered her butt and she left the bedroom to go get the movie from the living room. She passed by Johnny's bedroom, where he sat playing a video game. She found the DVD and went back. she stuck her head in the doorway of Johnny's room.

"Where is everyone?"

"Down in the basement," Johnny replied. "You know."

"Yeah," Kitten said, and she walked back to her room, thanking God that the basement was sound-proofed.

And so it was that the two girls took turns brushing each other's hair and then Kitten turned out the light and turned on the movie. They sat side by side on the floor, leaning back against the bed, stretching out two pairs of smooth, shapely young legs. Kitten took Danielle's hand in hers as they went off into the adventure that was the "Wizard of Oz".

*****

In the basement, Lee was sitting back in his chair, watching daughter go down on mother as he worked himself into a frenzy, pumping his fist up and down his engorged penis.

Janet lay back on the heart-shaped bed, holding her medium-sized breasts and pinching her hard nipples. Her legs were over Lacy's shoulders, her ankles crossed behind the girl's back. She was breathing heavy, perspiring, enjoying the feeling of her daughter's lips nibbling at her clit.

Lacy's mother had taught her how to do this at age eight, and she had gotten better and better at it. She knew every way imaginable to excite her mother, and how to tease her as well. She hadn't always felt like this was a good thing. Like her little sister Kitten, Lacy had been uncomfortable with many things. But her mother was a gentle loving person, filled with tenderness and affection.

Daddy Lee, as she called him, was a gentle man, but she, like her little sister, feared that big thing between his legs. She had seen videos of other men, and even most of them were not hung like him. She didn't think he would try to fuck her, but still she was self-concious about her butt being up there for him to see, her pussy in plain view and ripe for the taking. She was not a virgin, because she had been with her stepbrother Johnny, as well as another boy, but she wasn't ready for a dick like Lee's.

But it was definitely the female flesh that she was attracted to. The female body was naturally beautiful, made to be loved and admired. Her mother had always told her that, and now she completely believed it, because she felt the love and admiration. And feeling was believing.

When her mother began to come, her legs tightened around the girl's head, but she was not loud. Her body shook and she cried out softly. She had never been one to make a lot of noise. She had told her daughter that as a little girl masturbating, she always had to keep it quiet, for her family was repressive about sex and other such things.

When mother was finished, it was daughter's turn, and when Lacy lay back to allow her mother to make love to her, the woman started by kissing her forehead, burying her daughter's face in her warm bosom as she did so. She slowly moved down, from lips and cheeks to neck, from neck to the smooth flesh about the collar bone, down to the girl's breasts, larger than her own but very young and firm and round. Then on further down, across the tummy, down to the meeting of her thighs, but she did not stop there. As her daughter lay there, tingling, feeling as if she were in heaven, she kissed and nibbled on the girl's long shapely legs, all the way down to her toes, sucking on them.

Then, after nibbling her way back up to Lacy's sweet young pussy lips, Janet began to lightly lick her clitoris. At this point, her husband advanced on her, sliding his cock into her incredibly wet cunt, and the woman shuddered as she worked her mouth against her daughter's warm young pussy. And while she was the one with the cock in her, it was Lacy who was the object of Lee's attention. As he fucked his wife, reaching around between her legs to massage her clit, he gazed down at the fourteen-year-old girl with great attention and desire.

The basement grew very hot as they all worked toward climax, and in one great heated moment, daughter came, spurring her mother's excitement to the top, and mother came. Lee drove himself in fast and deep and then arched his back, groaning as he climaxed, emptying his heavy load deep into his wife's hot cunt. The three fell together on the bed, daughter in mother's arms and Lee behind Janet, snuggling up to her, putting his arms around both of them.

*****

The movie came to its wonderful ending:

"Oh, Aunty Em," Dorothy said, "there's no place like home."

Kitten looked at Danielle and smiled. The girl had been mesmerized throughout the movie. At the funny parts, she had laughed, and Kitten had laughed with her. Of all the movies Kitten had seen in her life, and she had seen more than most ten-year-old girls, it was still her favorite. She didn't really know why.

"Well, what did you think?"

"It was wonderful," Danielle said, a sparkle in her eyes.

"Well, what would you like to do now?"

The little girl yawned. She looked tired, and without a word, she got up and climbed into the bed. Kitten helped her under the covers, but pulled back the blanket because it was warm there in the room. Kitten sat on the bed and smiled at Danielle.

"Are you going to bed?" Danielle said.

"No, I'll probably go out and watch TV or something, but not for too long. Are you going to be okay?"

"I'm a little... scared."

It was a new place, a strange place, a big room with a lot of shadows. There was a little night-light, but Kitten remembered when she was younger, and knew that sometimes the night-light made the shadows bigger and scarier. But she knew how to get the little girl to sleep, something her mother and her sister had done with her, and still did. It was very relaxing.

Taking one of Danielle's arms, she lay her fingertips in the little girl's palm and softly stroked all the way up to the inside of her elbow, them back. Danielle smiled and her eyes began to close immediately. Kitten continued with that arm for a while, then did the other arm. The girl's eyes closed completely and she whispered, "That feels so good."

It didn't take very long before the girl's breathing went into the rhythm of sleep, but Kitten lingered to stroke each arm a bit longer. She yawned herself, suddenly feeling quite tired, and she leaned over, kissing Danielle lightly on the cheek, then, because the girl was sleeping, on the lips. Danielle's eyes opened, startling Kitten, but closed again, and Kitten lay down beside her, stroking the nearest arm. She fell asleep there, next to Danielle, cuddled up next to her on top of the sheet.