Round House on Square Hill, Part III

by Aunt Molly

"Manda!"

"I'm coming!"

Amanda had to stop the whatever it was from getting to that poor little girl.

She followed the voice to one of the empty bedrooms, she threw open the door, "Mindy are you OK?"

It was Mindy's room, and it was daytime, spring, birds were singing, Mindy sat on her white canopy bed, filled to overflowing with stuffed animals.

"Manda!", the little girl ran up and embraced the older girl. Blue eyes wide, brown hair long thick, slightly curled at the end, providing a perfect frame for her chubby fair skinned face.

Amanda returned the embrace.

Mindy was a girl's girl. There was no tolerance for anything remotely masculine. No square inch of wall was without a picture of unicorns or teddy bears. In the corner sat a bunch of stuffed animals sat around a table ready for tea time. And a host of Barbie dolls (and Bratz and various other competing doll lines).

Amanda had never not seen the girl in a dress- well except when she was changing, which Mindy did shamelessly regardless of who was in the room.

*Let her never be ashamed.*

Mindy took Amanda's hand and lead her to the white canopy bed, carefully moving her stuffed animals, making sure to apologize to each (by name). Each of her animals had names, and histories. For example - the gray teddy was names Albert Foggsworth, an immigrant from England who had come to the US cause he didn't like tea.

And the yellow hippopotamus was named Achmed Yuseph abin Mohamed... and the name went on for what seemed like ten minutes sometimes. He was a translator who worked in Iraq (her parents watched the news a lot) who moved to the US cause someone "blowed up" his ice cream truck.

and there was Hernando the illegal Alien Squirrel - and Amanda spent many nights listening carefully to every elaborate biography of every animal, and doll she owned.

Of course the stories changed most of the time - and in fairness there were a lot of animals to keep track of. But Amanda would listen with rapt attention, and nod. Never correcting the little girl. After all they are her animals and her stories.

Except this wasn't real - none of it was real.

"I know you're not Mindy."

Faux Mindy looked up with big trusting eyes, "But I am Mindy." She embraced Amanda and kissed the older girl's cheek. The kiss made her skin warm like it always did.

"No - you're the ghost that attacked my friend."

"Manda, we just wanna play with you."

"We? How many of you are there?"

"Umm," Faux Mindy seemed to think, then she counted on her fingers, "A bunch."

"More than ten?"

Mindy shrugged, "I guess. Manda - this is boring - play with me!"

"Who were you when you were alive? How did you die?"

The doppelganger of Mindy kissed Amanda gently on each of her cheeks, the illusion was so convincing Amanda wanted to believe it.

"I didn't die Manda. " the sweet illusion started to kiss along Amanda's neck, a skill no five year old would have.

Amanda's whole body came to life, but she took hold of Mindy's shoulders and took hold of herself.

Still Amanda's breathing was heavy and her pussy was sultry.

Mindy looked up at Amanda, a face filled with need, "Manda remember that kissing game? And all of a sudden you got scared."

Amanda remembered it - you pick anywhere you like and I will kiss you there, and if I don't I lose.

Amanda had underestimated the little girl's competitive nature, she immediately want for the nastiest places she could thinking Amanda wouldn't dare.

Amanda had to concede, not because she wouldn't kiss Mindy's cute bottom but because she would.

"Sweetheart - ", Amanda knew this was an illusion, but she could not stop herself from feeling, "I - didn't want to hurt you. I love you so much."

Amanda looked away, she heard cloth softly fall to the floor.

"Manda look at me."

Amanda looked back, Mindy was naked, a perfectly smooth body, "Manda - am I pretty?"

"You're an angel."

Mindy crawled up on the bed and kissed Amanda's face.

"Manda - play with me."

"I can't - this is wrong."

"Manda - I'm the Mindy behind your eyes when you play with yourself, I'm the Mindy who loves you touching her, the Mindy you can't hurt."

Amanda leaned in and kissed the pretty face, "If you turn out to be Joseph Hill I will be so mad."

Amanda, lay Mindy gently down onto the bed, she kissed and caressed and stroked and explored the soft young body. Rand her fingers through the little girl's soft hair.Kissed those sweet pink lips repeatedly.

"Mindy - what do you want me to do first?"

"Everything!", the illusion of a little girl broke into giggles.

"I don't even know how to do *everything'!"

"Well then, whatever you want!"

Amanda gently opened Mindy's legs, she ran her finger of the small slit, Mindy giggled and smiled wide, opening her legs further.

Amanda leaned forward and took a first tentative lick. It tastes like strawberry syrup. Amanda suspected the real Mindy's privates would not taste sweet and fruity, but since Amanda had no idea what a real vagina tasted like.

Amanda ran her tongue up along the full length of the slit.

"Umm - Manda."

Slowly - exploring learning the secrets of the small area of Mindy's body. Finding the clit Amanda focussed her attentions upon that, running her tongue up and down.

Mindy squealed with delight, "Manda! ", Mindy moaned as if she was being made love to on a vibrating bed.

"Faster Manda - do it faster!"

Mindy lapped with renewed enthusiasm, bringing the little girl to her first cum.

"More Manda - do it more."

Amanda was all too happy to oblige fingering the sweet little slit had changed from strawberry to apple, but the taste was not what was important, it was the coos and moans and giggles, the sighs and the calling out to her, the fact that she enjoyed what was happening.

The thrill as the little girl arched her back and moaned from her second climax.

"Manda - now I do you!"

"Mindy - but I don't want to stop"

Mindy smiled and Amanda smiled back, unbuttoning her white blouse and slipping off her simple white training bra. Unzipping her mid length black skirt and her simple white panties.

She stood naked, Mindy tilted her her head, her sweet face seemed puzzled, "You got lots of hair down there."

Amanda sighed, "I know - should probably trim it or something, but I just imagine my mom freaking walking in on me in the bathroom."

Mindy smile, "I don't mind."

Amanda lay down on the bed, apologizing to Kazama Shin - the worlds fastest Pizza Delivery Dolphin (no charge if your pizza is wet), who Amanda accidentally dropped on top of.

Mindy climbed up on top of Amanda, she turned herself around, presenting her cute bottom to Amanda, and then the little girl leaned in and spread the jungle of dark hair finding Amanda's pussy beneath she did - without hesitation begin to lap at the older girl's clit.

Because of how much shorter the little girl was Amanda had to bend and twist a bit, even as the first electric jolts of sexual pleasure shot through Amanda, the older girl felt a desperate need to reconnect her tongue to the sweet little girl's (now cherry flavored) slit.

Tongues lapped eagerly, aggressively, muffled moans of pleasure. Sweet beautiful girls intertwined, shameless, guiltless, wanting only to give one another pleasure.

When Amanda had her first cum it hit her like a thunderbolt - a month of self administered mini orgasms could not match what she felt. It shook through her and took over her body, forcing her to cry out. And then she renewed her assault on Mindy's sweet slit, wanting her to be able to feel the same.

Moans and loud slurps broken my the brief sounds of ecstasy forcing each partner to stop briefly, the hot breath shamelessly on each other.

When it became all to much, when Amanda could not even string coherent thoughts or speak coherently. Mindy stopped and crawled off of Amanda.

Amanda's body shook with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Then to her horror Mindy, the canopy bed, the room, the sunlight all began to fade away, "No - stay..."

"I am the Mindy that lives behind your eyes when you touch yourself and when its over - I go away, just for a while."

And then Amanda was in darkness. She just lay there.

Guilt began to flood back in, as it did when she was alone in her room.

*I won't do that in real life - because I know she wouldn't want me to.*

The door burst open - Sara stood there, "Holy crap they got you too!"

Amanda started to dress again, in no hurry. They'd all seen each other naked. Even if it wasn't in a sexual context.

Amanda pulled up her panties, "You left Brandi alone?"

"No - that's what I came to tell you - Eliza and her friends are here. I told them to leave - but they won't They're pulling Brandi's hair, and making her crawl around on the floor, and calling her 'dyke' and stuff."

Amanda put on her bra, " No - Eliza doesn't even know we exist. It's gotta be the ghost."

"But it wasn't violent before."

"These are our fantasies."

"What? I don't fantasize about diddling uncontrollably in front of hundreds of people. Much - hardly ever."

"You are always trying to be so innocent - maybe there's a part of you that just wishes you'd go completely out of control."

Then a voice in the darkness, "Fantastic insight for a girl your age." then Sara and Amanda saw the glowing apparition of an old nun, complete with full habit.

"Well you are mostly right my dears - but I am afraid it's a little more complicated."

Both girls turned and saw a glowing translucent image of an old nun.