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Hope everyone is ok with the way I jump ahead in the story. You guys seem to like the slow burn, but at this point it IS getting a little repetitive, so there's going to be a time skip to advance the plot further without needlessly dragging it out or going over the same territory.
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Relaxing in the tent, she played her DS while I read my book, and we passed a couple of hours just enjoying each other's company. After getting to a good stopping spot, I closed my book and stretched, staring up at the ceiling of the tent. It was probably about time to start cooking lunch, I thought.
I glanced over at Sara, who was laying atop her sleeping bag on her stomach, engrossed in her game, legs bent so her feet hovered over her butt. She really did look like a beautiful china doll, with her milky pale skin, though the sun shining through the fabric of the tent lent an odd green tone to the light.
I reached over with one hand and gently ran it down her back, along the curve of her butt, and back. She glanced at me with a smile, then returned to her game. I continued to gently run my hand up and down her spine for a while, then slid my fingertips over and ran them along her ribcage, approaching her armpit. She shuddered and looked at me again, grinning, so I took that as encouragement and tickled her where she was sensitive.
She giggled, "stoooop!" and I made a loud "RAARRRR!" and pounced on her, sitting on her butt and upper legs to pin her down as I tickled her mercilessly with both hands. Cackling, she squirmed about helplessly, and I redoubled my efforts, tickling her all over while I ignored her pleas for mercy.
Eventually I let her out from under me and she spun around on her back and retaliated by tackling me and trying to pin me down.
"Oh no, she's got me!"
She straddled my chest and tried to pin both my arms down, but discovered that her skinny eleven year old girly arms were no match for a guy two feet taller who sorta kinda kept in shape, so she switched tactics and tried to pin one arm down with both hands while I tickled her with the other.
Eventually, she surrendered, unable to prevent me from tickling her with at least one hand no matter how she tried to wrestle with me and we snuggled up together, panting for breath.
After a brief while, she noticed I was getting a boner and, without any prompting from me, grabbed my penis with one hand and began stroking it.
"Mmm, I think you've found a better strategy," I joked.
She smirked, then sat up and took my dick in both hands, jerking me until I was fully erect and then switching to sucking. I ran my hand up and down her spine as her little head bobbed up and down, and reflected that this truly was paradise.
After a few minutes of sucking, I blew my load into her mouth and she dutifully swallowed, sitting up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning.
"Good job, sweetie."
She turned to face me, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs, inviting me to return the favor. I decided to try something new.
Sitting up, I knelt in front of her and leaned over, putting my face in her crotch.
"What are you doing?"
"I wanna try something, see if you like it."
"Ok..."
I sniffed her crotch, not really getting anything other than that generic girl-smell since we'd washed off in the pond, and experimentally stuck my tongue out and licked her labia.
"EW! What are you doing?!"
"I told you, I wanna try something."
"That's gross!"
"How is it gross?"
"You're LICKING me!"
"You suck on my penis and swallow my semen."
"That's different!"
"How is it different?"
"... it just is."
"Just let me try it, and if you don't like it then I'll stop."
"... fine."
I stuck my tongue out again and ran it along her labia a few more times, then tried to locate her clit with the tip of my tongue and wiggle it around. She shuddered and crab-walked back a few inches away from me.
"Nuh-uh, that feels weird and gross, we're not doing it!"
Disappointed and feeling kind of like I failed her somehow, I sat up and patted my lap, inviting her to sit in it. She complied and I went back to the tried-and-true method, running my fingers up and down her slit and around her clit until she was flushed and breathing heavily. Before long, she was starting to moisten up and I asked, "you like that better?"
"Uh-huh."
She spread her legs further and angled her hip to give me better access, encouraging me to continue. And continue I did, but I still felt like trying something new with her.
So while I rubbed in circles around her clit with one hand, I rubbed the index finger of my other hand along her slit until it was slick with her juices, then probed around for the entrance to her holy-of-holies. Finding it, I began probing around her vagina and gently, very gently, inserted my finger up to the first knuckle.
It was an odd sensation; my fingertip encountered a wet, hot, sponginess, and there was a tight ring or something around my finger. I moved my fingertip in and out slowly, feeling that ring flex back and forth with it.
Sara opened her eyes and sat up straight, putting one hand on top of mine.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing..."
"Do you not like it?"
"Yes... and no. It feels good and uncomfortable at the same time."
That was about the moment where I clued in that that tight ring was her hymen and the discomfort was probably because I was stretching it. I pulled my finger out and stuck to just the heavy petting and she settled down again, panting heavily and leaning into me. Just a few minutes later she squeezed her toes into fists and held my knees in a death grip with her hands, gasping for breath and turning that adorable shade of pink. Her crotch was a dark, angry red, making the freckle on her left lip disappear entirely.
"Better?"
"Uh-huh."
We cuddled together for a few more minutes while she caught her breath, then we emerged from the tent and I cooked us some SPAM sandwiches.
"Wanna go swimming again?"
"Sure, it's pretty hot. Let's grab our towels this time though."
We grabbed our shoes and towels and wandered down to the pond, swam around for an hour or so, then dried off and returned to the tent, both of us deciding it was time for a nap without actually discussing it.
It was too hot to sleep inside the sleeping bags, so we just cuddled up on top of them and dozed off.
Not even twenty minutes later, though, and I was awakened by a gunshot. Then another.
I sat up, prompting Sara to sleepily complain, and I told her to get dressed. Confused, she moved slowly to comply while I scrambled to get into my clothes and stuck my head out the tent.
Those shots had been from nearby. In fact, I bet I knew where they came from.
Telling Sara to stay in the tent, I stepped out and walked into the trees about a hundred yards, toward my dad's tree stand.
I didn't see anyone, but there was a collection of empty beer cans and two spent casings under the tree; .257 Roberts, a caliber I'd never even heard of and definitely not one my dad used. Nor did he drink. Nor was it hunting season. Someone was trespassing on our property and poaching.
I found blood on the ground right on the game trail my dad's stand overlooked, as well as footprints and drag marks; someone had shot something, either a deer or a pig, and dragged it off. And they couldn't have gotten very far.
Which meant someone was on our property. They had a gun and were possibly drunk. They were there illegally, and hunting illegally. Meaning that if I stumbled across them, they might be dangerous and decide that shooting some young punk and dumping him in a ditch somewhere was preferable to jail time.
More importantly, Sara and I were wandering around the place naked as jaybirds, and I was getting blowjobs from a prepubescent girl in front of God and mother nature. What if the guy saw us and decided to phone it in, while conveniently leaving out what he'd been doing on our property in the first place?
No, this was a bad situation. A really bad situation. Heart pounding and palms suddenly slick with sweat, I returned to the tent and told Sara to pack her things.
"What? Why?"
"There's somebody out here poaching, he might be dangerous. We need to go into town and call the game warden."
I deliberately left out the 'he might catch me having all kinds of illegal sexual contact with a minor' part, but she seemed equally afraid of someone knowing what we were doing and had her things packed in record time, though I had to help her roll up her sleeping bag properly.
I then dismantled the tent, tossed everything in the car, and, locking the gate behind us, drove into town. Once I had cell phone reception, I called my dad to make sure it wasn't a friend or relative, then called the game warden and told him about the poacher on our property.
Great. Spring break was ruined. Some asshole doing illegal shit on our land, and now a trout trooper wandering around the place, meant that Sara and I couldn't continue our sexy naked fun time without a serious risk of getting caught.
I drove home, bitterly resentful of getting cockblocked and having my spring break ruined only a couple days in, and walked into the apartment to a surprised Bill sitting on the couch in his boxers watching Jackass, the only tv show named after its target audience. I explained why we were back early, leaving out the part about how I was worried about getting caught with my dick in his little sister's mouth, and put all my camping gear away.
We spent the rest of spring break playing video games and watching movies, but both Sara and I were definitely disappointed at how things had turned out. And with Bill in the apartment the entire time, we couldn't do anything sexual, and didn't even indulge in wrestling or tickle fights in case Bill found that to be questionable behavior.
In short, the rest of spring break wasn't awful, but it was definitely a disappointment.
Shortly after classes started again, Sara wandered in in her usual morning attire, night shirt and panties (pink with a teddy bear holding a heart right above her crotch), and croaked that she felt sick. I felt her head and she felt fine, but I commented that she might be a little warm and Bill said it was ok for her to stay home if she was sick. She nodded, playing it up for all she was worth, barely picked at her breakfast, and then laid down on the couch and made a show of coughing.
Bill and I put away our dishes, he poured Sara a glass of orange juice, and he grabbed his backpack and headed to class. My first class wasn't for another hour or so, and I headed into my room to grab my stuff and make sure I had my assignment.
When I turned around, Sara was standing in the doorway grinning, nightshirt in her hand, and she took my answering smile as her cue to drop it along with her panties and crawl into my bed.
Screw it, if she's skipping school, so am I. I whipped out my laptop, fired off an e-mail to my professor saying that I was sick, attached a copy of my research paper, and left it at that. Nothing else was due in any of my other classes.
Stripping naked, I jumped onto my bed next to Sara and we spent the rest of the day together naked, even when we weren't touching each other inappropriately. It didn't make up for missing several days of such activity away from civilization's prying eyes, but it was a definite improvement over playing Mario Kart with our clothes on while Bill hovered nearby.
After that, we settled into our usual routine again, with blowjobs and mutual masturbation on days I got back before Bill did, but nothing exceptional. I tried to go down on her again and she flat refused. I don't know if she didn't like the way it felt or was just grossed out by the concept, but she was adamant that my tongue did not belong down there.
I suppose it was a moot point anyway, since I was really clueless about what to do besides "sort of move my tongue around and hope she likes it".
Unfortunately, the semester soon came to an end, and summer vacation was looming. Which meant I had to go home and wouldn't see Sara anymore.
Bill did, however, say that they would be staying in the apartment over the summer and that I was more than welcome to move back in for the next semester, an offer I enthusiastically accepted. Sara and I exchanged e-mail addresses and we messaged one another once a week or so; we didn't really have much to talk about, but she wrote rambling stream-of-consciousness letters about how boring it was being cooped up in the apartment with just Bill for company, complaining about how she didn't have any friends, etc. and I responded to them as best as I could. Her birthday was in late July and I shipped her a 3DS a friend of mine was getting rid of in favor of the new version, which was gratefully received. I also made sure to e-mail her a letter over how cool it was that she was now twelve years old, which she seemed to appreciate.
I, of course, spent the entire summer with my family, including a camping trip on our property that mostly involved my dad making me upgrade the fence and put up more NO TRESPASSING signs. My insufferable sister stopped by to visit, but she'd moved out of the house years ago and was currently shacking up with her deadbeat boyfriend. Mom and dad were far from enthusiastic about her choice in romantic liaisons (even my mom did a spit-take and laughed when I dryly commented, "once you go black, you're a single mom."), but I'm sure they'd have been even more disappointed in mine. I hung out with some of my high school friends, discovered one had gone to jail for selling weed to an undercover cop and was now doing a shitload of community service, and that was about it. Like Sara, my summer seemed to consist mostly of just existing.
And then summer came to a close and my sophomore year of college was about to begin. I coordinated with Bill on which classes to take, making sure that I 'accidentally' picked the wrong hour to take the same class on one of them and that the days he had the most classes were the days I had the fewest, giving me more alone time with Sara. Sara, for her part, was over the moon and bouncing off the walls waiting for me to come back.
Finally, the awaited day arrived. I packed all my stuff into my car, said goodbye to my parents, and drove off for college.
I couldn't wait to see my little porcelain girl again.
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