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Chapter #3 - Everything Seems Familiar



I kept talking the entire short trip home not wanting an awkward silence to sound scary to my young guest, glimpsing as often as possible trying to find that recognition. “So after you freshen up I’ll fix something to eat and then we can have a long talk okay



Annie had nice pale olive skinned legs I noticed as she sat quietly with her hands in her lap looking at the passing scenery, a feature I had not noticed as her slim 5’ frame had limped beside me at the station.

It was hard to look at her and imagine the swearing and erotic imagination that we had shared, the content and the actual script so near this very genuine true-life scenario but a lot different to sitting miles away hiding behind a screen name. I had never met anyone for real I had spoken to online and here I was taking home someone who was surely just a very young teenage girl and I had the selfish dilemma of trying to stop the stirring in my loins as her sexy naughty text echoed in my head.



She followed me and Ajax inside where I dumped her bags at the back door and switched on lights as I showed room to room on the bottom floor, ”Here’s one bathroom if you need to freshen up honey. How about we sit and have a quick chat in the lounge? I think we both need some answers yeah?” I told leaving her to close the door having taken the invitation to use the bathroom facilities.



“Do you want to go first or shall I Annie. I think you need to explain all this a little better honey.” I said as seriously and softly as possible as she sat opposite on the edge of the arm-chair with her hands together on her knees. The hood now laying behind her back showing her face and hair clearly as she took deep breath.



It was like a volcano of information erupting in small tearful burst as the determined girl confessed what, why and who she is and as she told me bells of recognition sounded loud in my head at last.



“I, I am so sorry Lex, so sorry for deceiving you. I promise I never intended but things come to a head at home before I could explain myself. I know it all sounds unbelievable but I promise it is all true.”



Her real name was Krissy, or Kristen to be exact and that was the first time this jig-saw begun to come together as she continued telling me of her past and life to date. How at a young age her parents were taken away from her and she was passed from one foster family to another like a football. She had rebelled as a young teenager when hormones kicked in and was placed with a more stricter family and who also fostered this step-brother Johnny 16 years and a younger girl Amy.



Krissy and Amy were relatively new additions over the past 2-3 years where as Johnny had been with the couple since he was a child and was spoiled rotten. Amy and herself being made literally slaves to wash and clean by her bitchy foster mom Clare and her strict foster dad Charlie.



Two weeks earlier Johnny had found the lap-top she had managed to shop lift and escape hidden deep in her wardrobe one day he was snooping on yet another day off school.



At this point she began to sob again, embarrassed as she spilt what happened telling between cries how she was forced to suck his cock or be “dobbed” on and lose the computer, her only way to find answers on the net and communicate outside the house with other friends.

Last night was the final straw she told me in her own angry words, when this Johnny wanted to fuck her, take her virginity then as she refused told her she had till the end of the weekend to comply or else.

The “or else” happened earlier today after he came to her room demanding his “prize”.

Annie, Kristen had fought him off scratching his face and that is when he lashed out, slapping her so hard that her pierced ear ring was ripped from the lobe and her face bruised as she crashed against the dressing table.

He had stood over her pointing down saying “Tonight, no backing out after mom and dad go out little sis.”



This all happened only moments before her desperate text lit up my screen.



“I am so sorry Lex, I could not stay there, could not let him touch me. I thought of fessing up and telling Clair but I just new she would not believe a word I said. I hate them, I hate them all so much, not, not Amy but. I am afraid for her now.”



By this stage all I wanted to do was embrace her and hold, let her know she was safe but I had more questions to rid my doubts.



“First of all Annie, sorry Kristen, you can stay here okay at least for a few days. I do believe what you have told me. I have to ask however, you know me right, know who I am? I am sure I know you now. We have met before right? You are Kristen Hardgrave yes?” I challenged with worry, as she again looked away to the floor nodding then up to face me.



“I swear I did not know, had no clue it was you I was telling about myself to. Fuck, do you think I would have confessed those things from way back then and then proceeded to play that little slut role with you. Yes I am Kristen, Kristen Hardgrave and I swear I had not a fucking idea Mr. Wellsford, that it was you, the same neighbor I talked about at the beginning. I, I just could not believe it was those same kind eyes looking down at me at the station and I felt so terrible then, so terrible for lying to you.” She bleated in more tears and pleads.



“Okay then, may I have a look at your cell phone, the one you said you stole from your dad?”



Kristen gave me a puzzled look, shrugged her shoulders and asked, “Why, you are not going to ring Charlie Fuck are you?” as she passed the phone to me.



I shuffled through the list of contacts not finding my name or number.



“You said that you’d call me and I was not to call you. How is that Kristen, do you have my number somewhere in your bags?” I asked seriously not wanting to really find out and be disappointed that I may have been stalked before all this.



Kristen giggled, “Yeah that was so fucking silly of me. I just couldn’t think at the time. It was not until later when I was hiding down the street in the old abandoned house that I realized I had no way of calling you. I actually hoped you might have called so I had better time to explain. I did not know if I was going to even make it out of the house Mr. Wellsford, and if I was there telling Charlie a whole lot of shit and you called then I may not have gotten the chance to get out all. He has locked me in my room for days before you know the fucking cunt. I had to wait almost and hour because Johnny had figured I had done a runner as was on his bike up and down the street looking for me. No, I did not or do not have your number. I am sorry. I know this seems so crazy now. You have to believe I did not know it was you.” She said back, her big deep brown eyes in an honest innocence.



“Lex, call me Lex okay honey.’ I said in a softer tone sitting back and letting her know I was all but convinced. Now the other thoughts came into play. The role play so fantisiful, now seen both of us facing each other in a new light. My eyes now admiring this young kid with the pretty face and smile looking back at me.



“Thank you Lex, Thank you so much for this. I promise I will be out of your hair and on my way as soon as possible.” She offered in relief.



“What about your profile photo Kristen, I half recognised that as well? And can you tell me how old you are please, for real.” I smiled back as if telling her I liked her cheek in posting the profile.



“So you should know the face. It is my mom, well was my mom back when she was 19 and before I came along. It is the only picture they let me keep of her. I guess she would have looked older to you when we lived next door, the drugs hit her pretty bad I reckon. Um, Max, I am 16, almost 17, well in two more months.”



The last pieces of the jigsaw fell into place and an overwhelming want to hug her tight and assure she was safe swept over me but I declined having missed that point at the station when old friends recognize and hug.



“You hungry Pumpkin?” I smiled across sensing she recognised the pet name I had used so many years prior.



“Yes Mr Wellsford, I am so starving.” She giggled back with a new happy in her eyes.







We shared a meal of tomato pasta and salad amidst more talk and chat so keen was I to know more. Her story touched me so heartfelt though to her as if just a grain of salt.



“Shit Happens Mr Wel, sorry Lex. I never thought my lot was going to be much good. I am just number 33365687945k, just a stat to the dept. God I have learned that number as if it was my second name.”



Later I let her soak in the spa upstairs after showing her to the spare room and the floor plan above, my self showering to sit relaxed downstairs watching the news, though taking nothing in what so ever. My mind infected with her now, liking that Krissy seemed so happy and comfortable in my company and of course those fantasy’s she talked about now very much part of my own, though morally challenged to attempt or suggest something so wicked now we had met.



I should have worn more then just my dark brown checked dressing gown and boxers with matching slipper ’scuffs’ on my feet but it was how I normally relaxed on my own and the attire at the time of dressing had no thoughts of sexual menace. It was only when Kristen came back and did not hesitate in “plonking” herself beside me on the couch did I worry some.



She had arrested my arm and claimed it before I new, hugging it close as her head rested on my shoulder without so much as a word. She must have felt my body tense.



“You don’t mind do you Lex. I just want to hold on to you for now. I feel so safe here with you in this house and how about Ajax. He has decided to sleep in my room I see. That’s okay is it?” Kristen asked excited in a more immature voice.



I could smell her fresh soapy aroma and the shampoo fragrance from her damp hair, now tied back off her face in a pony. Her nice shaped teen girl legs tucked under her backside as she lent to me, showing far to much thigh in the large oversized “Billabong” T-shirt she wore as a nightshirt. As if she caught me looking she pinched the material and stretched it out front to show me announcing quite proudly.



“Nicked this as well Lex sorry, I have a terrible record now.” she giggled. No modesty as her young breast pimpled firm nipple marks telling me of the absence of a bra.



A show she liked or followed with no interest to me came on the TV after the news as she fell silent. A local soap opera that was aimed at the younger demographic and without asking, Kristen lifted my arm over her shoulder and snuggled close into my chest.



“You don’t mind Lex do you, God you smell lovely, just like I remember. I just want to watch this like we used to watch my cartoons remember. I used to love the way you held me Mr Wellsford.”



My arm relaxing as she sung her praises and finally my hand dropped to have my fingers tickle caresses on her arm as we both watched the show. I may have been holding her but she had no idea how much I had missed the presence of any hugs in my life.



In an advertisement break she got up and walked to get an OJ. I had forgotten about her limp and now seen the long purple looking bruise that stretched and disappeared beneath the T-shirt. I did not see the glance back over her shoulders as my eyes followed her out taking in all that was imaginable of her slim petite girl frame under her adapted night dress but still able to see how cute her young ass and thin but fleshy legs were and on her return. As she hurried her young prubescent small swells dimpled firm in her T-shirt, jiggling before she resumed the same position. Her hand holding wide the OJ she slipped back cuddling to my chest not giving myself time to notice the half tent in my shorts now exposed with my gown open across my lap.



I let myself concentrate on the over rated drama’s the young high school kids were enduring on her show fortunately distracting enough so my penis now sat obediently soft. The next add Kristen downed the last of the drink and let forward to put the glass on the coffee table, then quick back with a cheeky giggle to snuggle again only this time her small free hand slipped under my gown to finger plough into the hair of my chest. A small moan escaped her throat as her hand palmed across my chest.



“Lex this feels so nice being back here with you. I can’t tell you how safe and protected I feel. I always hated having to go home you know. I wanted to stay at my “Uncle Lex's" so many times and you know. The day mom and dad where taken away. I scratched and kicked telling the fat ass lady holding me that you would come get me. Oh how I wish that could have happened Lex. I think I cried for nearly a year after that day and not because my mom and dad were gone. You were who I looked to as my dad.”



I listened to her soft sincere words filling with the same compassion I had felt back then for the little “gutter” kid I had known. Feeling her small fingers combing in on my chest hair and now her left soft young swell pressing noticeable into my side, again had my cock jerking as I instinctively flipped the lose gown over my lap.



“I did enjoy having you over then Pumpkin, I don’t know. As you know I was never lucky enough to have kids so I suppose your got all my sympathy and love back then. I was genuinely sad the day you left and did try for a month or two to find out where and how you were but kept getting the cold shoulder with any inquiries I made.” I told and then heard myself add. “I wont let them take you away again Krissy, you can hide here as long as you like Pumpkin.”



Her head lifted immediately, smiling as if all her Christmas’s had come at once. “You mean it Mr Wellsford, I don’t scare you, you want me to stay? You, you’re happy with this little mixed up shop-lifting freak of a kid staying here in your nice warm home, with you and Ajax?” She asked excitedly as I nodded smiling back.



Her arms flung about my neck as she sprang to straddle over my lap facing me as she hugged so hard pressing herself to my chest and waiting for my arms to fold over and squeeze her tight. It was such a nice feeling to be appreciated again but holding tight to her light tiny frame shamelessly saw me aroused as my penis jerked pressing to her ass cheeks.



“I love you Mr Wellsford, Lex, I never stopped loving you. You were the light that told me there is someone better, something better in life to find.” Kristen said kissing into my neck, taking a big deep breath through her nose to add. “You smell just as I remember Mr. Wellsford. God I used to dream about you coming to find me and steal me away from those places I had to live in. I promise I will clean and do laundry, even learn to cook for you if you like. I so want to just hide away with you Lex.”



“Pumpkin, you don’t have to do all that but yes, it might be wise not to be seen about for a few days at least until we sort out when it is safe. How do they say, ‘wait for the heat to die down’ and then be careful. I really don’t give a fuck if my nosey neighbors see you, We will say you are my niece or something.” I told back not able to hide my own selfish excitement as her ass squirmed unknowingly over my hard shaft.



“Daughter, I wont to be your daughter Lex, let them think that. Make up a story that my mom never told you about me and how I found you and came to live for a while on a trial basis, can we say that Max? Kristen said sitting back to search my eyes, the points of her tiny nipples hard in her shirt. “Like in the play we done Max, that was so cool playing your daughter.” She added in a quieter tone seeing the connection mirror in my eyes.



I held her gaze for a moment my head nodding an agreement and then watched as she stared hard then lifted her t-shirt up and away, sitting in my lap holding her breath for my reaction. A reaction she must have felt underneath as my cock jerked hard to her cotton covered ass.



I knew I had crossed a barrier now but her small lemon size tits with small pink erect nipples were just so beautiful to be seen. I sat with mouth open and gazing upon her so young pubescent body. A small hand lifting mine to press warm over one breast as she leaned against sighing. “Lex, I said I love you. You know as much in what I told you about my fantasy. I want you to love me Lex, to touch me and do all the wild things we shared last night playing.” She seduced pressing her pussy to my groin as my other hand joined in the fondling massage.



“Oh shit Krissy you are so pretty, so fucking sexy pretty. Stop me from being selfish please.” I asked in a pathetic whimper feeling across her small tits, her skin so porcelain smooth and unblemished, shinny in the light.



“No I want it Lex, I want it just like in the play. I can feel your cock so hot and my pussy is so wet for you right now. Show me Lex, let me see your cock so I can play with it naughty. You know how I was last night how I wanted to be someone's baby girl for real. Lex I only ever wanted to be yours, believe me.” She hushed slipping to the floor, her small hands jerking at my shorts waiting for me to lift my backside, hesitating too long as she glanced down at the large wet pre-cum stain discoloring a dark blue in the fabric. She lent forward, her eyes never leaving mine as her tongue licked over the messy wetness, then sucked through the material over my straining cock head.



It was hard to unravel the mess and blissful confusion in my mind. Her language so mature yet her voice so juvenile. Words i had accepted last night from an 18 year old now sounding even more erotic coming close at hand from this street wise child.



I was not the most endowed man, average at best and that alone had been the center of ridicule with some woman. Just 5 and a little inches was all the manhood I had and I was anxious as I finally lifted my ass and let her hands drag away my shorts. Her face so innocently young as my shaven cock slapped back hard to my belly, a long string of pre cum stretching before snapping from my shorts as she lifted my ankles to clear. She looked up smiling, thankfully pleased.



“Oh Lex its adorable, your adorable, you have such a lovely “daddy” cock, perfect for your little girl” Kristen said as her small hands felt and gripped my throbbing shaft causing my ass to lift as I sucked in a deep gasp. I looked so much bigger in her grasp as she again held my eyes and her lips kissed away the leaking pre-cum. “I so love that, I just love the taste of cum daddy.” Those innocent young eyes big and brown peering up to see my anxious pleasure. The tone of her voice angelic, so young.



She must have recognized the anguish across my brow, my concerns right then.



"Mr Wellsford. I think you can tell from last night that I am not so innocent so please do not worry. I may be young to you but I know what I want Lex. I know what sex is and trust me I know how good it feels. I may be a virgin but I can assure you in most of the places I have lived, some-one at some-time has played with me. I mean my older sisters Lex, not the Johnny types, no brothers or parents I promise, up until this weekend that is." Kristen swooned as her hand gently masturbated my hardness.



"I have been sexual since I was young I reckon when a girl called Mary first played with me. I loved it. She was 16 and we got caught after a few months and that is why I was "moved on". I am not sure what ever happened to that sister but it seemed there was always another to take a place. When I was a teen Katie and I actually did it, fucked each other with hair brushes. I really liked her but of course they split us up again. This is why i am worried for Amy back there. We kind of just began playing. Mary had always said it was okay to play with girls, safer. I don't know. I guess I just developed sexually in my head a lot younger then most." Kristen confessed between loud sucking kisses to my swollen cock-head.



" I think that is very plausible Kristen and like we said in the play, no judgements right?" I sighed as she played licking the sensitive underside of my cock.



I was totally at her mercy now as her thin frame shuffled between my legs forcing them to collapse away. I never thought anything could feel so good, so naughty erotic as she talked and licked her way down to my shaven sac, jerking my shaft as she sucked one then the other seed ball gently in her mouth, her free hand fondling under feeling the heavy weight.



“I so like that daddy shaves, that is so hot daddy, makes it easy to lick and suck your big balls. Do you like your lil girl sucking your cock daddy?” She asked looking up with such a baby girl innocence.



“Yes Pumpkin, suck daddy’s cock real good Princess. Make daddy cum for his little girl.” I responded sucking deep getting caught in the erotic play as her lips pressed over and down my thick helmet cock head. She let one hand palm up my belly to push my gown off each shoulder then return to press and pinch at my nipples.



“Lex I so love the feel of your body, all this chest hair just like a daddy should have. I think you are so sexy. You do not know how often I have made myself cum thinking of just this, the only thing was your face was blurred in my fantasy. I so struggled to put the rest of your face in place aside from your eyes and smile. Let me be that little girl Lex. let me do the things I would so happily have done back then feeling your love. Like in our role-play daddy, I want to be your naughty little cum slut baby girl.” Kristen announced through half closed eyes looking up, then covered my cock silky warm in her mouth and began sucking hard.



My hands going to her hair trying to slow her, feeling the urgent need to explode, worried she would be taken in shock.



She stopped still stroking me, “Tell me daddy, tell me you want me to be your baby cum slut, tell me to suck your cock daddy. I so want to be naughty, so bad for you. Make me Lex, teach me to be a good cum slut baby girl for you.” She encouraged in such a pleading innocent needy fashion.



I did not care about my polite ways now. It was so erotic to look down seeing her baby face on my cock so keen to please me.



“Yes Kristen, yes my pumpkin baby, suck daddy’s cock till he feeds you his cum my lil slut. Show Lex you want to be a good girl to him. Oh god yessssssssssss” I called as my cock began to spit thick strings of creamy cum in Krissy’s mouth. My hips lifting as I fucked upwards, my eyes shut tight as my fingers clawed in her hair. Hearing her mouth gag with the spurting cum choking inside, leaking back over my ball sac.



Kristen did not miss a beat. As if like a hungry dog she devoured my seed quickly, even after my cock had began to shrink her mouth was still sucking the spill from my balls, licking so appreciatively.



I sat back, arms out wide naked to this little teen nymph as she cleaned so carefully and lovingly before she crawled back into my lap to be cuddled so tight in a ball as she curled up her hand never leaving my soft cock as we both gathered our thoughts.



“Did I do good daddy? Was I a good cum slut for you max?” she whimpered a little afraid.



“Kristen, my god so good baby pumpkin. I so want you to stay baby girl. I so want to protect you and love you like before with so much more love.” I told overcome with emotions I did not know existed inside, my hands caressing down the rocky trail of her curled naked boney spine.



That is when she fell asleep, curled naked and cuddled to my chest. I had forgotten what a long day she had endured and affectionately tried to wake her for bed but the dribble from the corner of her lips told me she was deep asleep.



I shuffled under her a little then stood lifting her with me, so light was her tiny frame as I carried her upstairs. No decision needed making as I laid her in my big bed, her small hands tucking under her chin as she mumbled back to sleep. I looked down at her in awe. So sexy and young, her tiny breast so perfectly shaped with puffy nipples now relaxed, down over her narrow waist to her dirty white looking panties that had some how sucked between her young pussy lips, Still shinny from wetness with some peach hair glistening as I covered my new baby.



Crawling beside her and pulling up the bed linen to cover us both, I settled with my belly and chest following the arc of her back. So tiny was her frame that her feet only reached down to my knees in her curled form.



“I love you baby fuck. Krissy, Lex is in love with you pumpkin so help me God.’ I whispered feeling her bum push back against my soft sticky cock warm. “I will not leave you baby fuck, not this time.” Was the last thing I said before sleep enveloped me quickly taking me deep into a blissful state of new happiness.



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