Short Stories by Kristen

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I forgot to eat. In less than five minutes she'd inhaled everything and an index finger was carefully wiping up leftover maple syrup. Then she paused and stared at the empty plate. She glanced up at me. Slowly my heart calmed. Michelle was sexy and soft and lovable in my arms. She smelled delicious. And when she sighed and murmured, trying to cuddle closer to me, I quite lost myself. There was no trace of regret in me. I wanted more. I wanted her. I'd just experienced something completely new and suddenly I felt jealous even though we were alone. I didn't want to share. I didn't want anyone else to feel what I had felt at that moment. She was mine, no one else's, only mine. Well, once you became a teenager, you made it quite clear to me that you didn’t like hugs and kisses anymore.” My dad explained. “Though if you’re naughty enough, I might still spank you.” He teased. About to dive in and caress her lovely little bum again, this time with permission, a loud pounding echoed in from the front door. Damn! Damn! I could still feel the spot where Michelle had kissed me, smiling brightly with her pretty eyes twinkling. "Good dinner," she'd said, adding a bright, "Thanks."What had changed Mitch's mind? Now more than ever she wanted to learn. Oh to be able to ride all day, free to go anywhere with Dracula running at her side!

It was when you start jokingly looking for a job in the “community” was it told your loans were bought and you would be working at “your own” private practice. Your agreement was that you would record all your visits and leave detailed notes. You arrive at your office and your nurse and partner Celina is already there getting the place ready. She is a Hispanic female, more athletic build then you dark hair and bigger breast. She shares your same taste but she is bi. A mouth encompassed my crown and edged down slightly. Her tongue caressed me. Her hand stroked. One cupped my balls. I felt slight suction on my crown and almost lost it, a wave of arousal cascading through me making me moan into her little pussy. Confusion assailed me. How could such a young girl know this? How could a ten-year-old be so skilled? I'd never felt anything so arousing. Now I understood my brother. This was incredible. She watched me with her enchanting eyes, studying my expression. I smiled. "You're growing boobs," I whispered. "They're beautiful."For the next two days I luxuriated in the company of my niece in bed with me. I found it deeply pleasing. Having Michelle sleep with me was unlike anything I'd experienced. It was nothing like having a woman sleeping in bed. There was nothing sexual about it. It was just sweetly pleasurable. It was her diminutive size, delicate and young, and that incredible, amazing sleeping aroma that affected me so much and made having her in bed with me so perfect. I discovered something magical. I discovered Michelle had a different scent when she slept and it was quite simply the best scent I'd ever smelled, bar none. I cuddled her tighter. My smile broadened. I'd seen her secretly slip the eel to Dracula who waited eagerly under the kitchen table. No wonder he was her new acolyte. The place was a bit disorganized. Clothes sort of hung here and there, and dirty dishes filled the sink. She smelled coffee and tobacco in the air.

The memory of sleeping in Mitch's arms was strong. She wondered why it felt so good, as if it was the right place for her to be. During the day she studied her uncle as he worked. Lean and muscular, he concentrated on whatever he was doing, giving it his entire attention. He moved with ease and economy, no fluster or fumbling, simply doing things with competence. Dark hair fell over his brow and into his eyes and every so often he'd pause and brush the hair up and away. It was long at the collar, too. Kevin tilted his head and stared. "You think I'm stupid or something? What do you think I've done? Sat around with my thumb up my ass waiting for you to grace me with your pearls of wisdom?" Rising to my knees, looking down on her slender young body, I reached for the sides of her white cotton panties. Michelle watched my face again. It felt like she was assessing my reactions, measuring me, looking for something in my face. I didn't know what. Celina: We have Tina Johnson age 10 in for an activity assessment, Jason Tashman 14 in for surgical assessment, ooohh Lana Hernandez 6 in for assignment assessment, she ought to be fun…Nania Patel age 5 first visit.. and…" she pauses looks at me and smiles, "….acup! And it's her birthday!!!"Whatever the quality was, I loved it. It was hard not to love Michelle. She was even-tempered and sweet. She listened to the rules I laid down, selected those that suited her and blithely ignored the rest. I should have been angry at her but it just wasn't in me. She never did anything in spite. Hers was a rational assessment and a reasoned decision that I was wrong, therefore she didn't have to obey that particular rule. TLDR: I dont know how to do summaries lol. Language: English Words: 3,804 Chapters: 4/4 Kudos: 130 Bookmarks: 21 Hits: 19,559 Michelle smiled, a bittersweet smile, a shadow passing through her eyes. "Uh-huh. Daddy said the same thing. Mommy said she was jealous of me, but she was joking." The gap between Michelle's thighs was no more than two fingers. I explored gently, sensing her short cleft and how tightly closed it was, as if protecting a precious jewel. I found a trace of silky moisture at the base of her slit and rubbed it gently. From the door I saw a curled up lump under the quilt. Michelle had gone to bed. Still shivering from exposure to the elements, I stripped down to boxers, slipped into bed and tried to cuddle up to the little furnace.