Katie Lets Me Into Her World (Or Starts To), Chapter 2: A Bedtime Game Doesn't Go as Planned

by BigBadWolf

A few weeks later, my aunt called to ask me for a favor. She and my uncle had to be out of town for a weekend and didn’t want to leave Katie home alone. She wanted to know if I could watch her for a couple of nights. Of course I agreed, thinking I would have Katie and her feet all to myself for a couple of nights. Upon arrival, I was greeted by not just Katie, but also her friend Sharon, a blond 12- year-old with budding breasts (more so than Katie’s). Sharon was more wiry in build than Katie, but also limber as Katie knew her from dance class. While the girls trotted off to watch TV, I exchanged some finals words with my aunt about emergency numbers and such. After my aunt left, I went into the TV room to join my two charges. I noticed the two girls were flushed, even though it wasn’t hot in the room, but I didn’t think much of it. However, it would all come clear to me later that evening.

Later that night, we decided that we would all sleep in Katie’s room together. Since I was the biggest, I got Katie’s bed, and the two girls slept on the floor in sleeping bags. Well, it was supposed to be two sleeping bags, but the kids were so insistent on sleeping in each other’s arms that I allowed them to share one sleeping bag. I left the room for a moment to go brush my teeth, and when I came back, Katie had engaged Sharon in a feet fight. They were sitting on opposite ends of their sleeping bag, Katie in her pink nightie and Sharon in her light blue one, with their toes locked together and their leg muscles straining. Sharon’s unpainted toes clenching and fighting with Katie’s bright red toes was a sight to behold, as were the expressions on both girls’ faces. All 20 toes were turning various shades of white and red and the girls let out little grunts of determination, pain, and enthusiasm. Finally, Sharon shook her feet free and told Katie she surrendered. “You have some strong toes!” Sharon exclaimed, cradling a foot in her hand and gently caressing her tootsies.

“Alright kids, time for bed,” I chimed in. I climbed into Katie’s bed and watched the two giggling girls slip into the sleeping bag so they were face-to-face. They each had a white pillow, and the sleeping bag itself was gray. Katie and Sharon squirmed a bit in the bag and then Katie exclaimed “Hey! You’re lying on my nightgown! I can’t move!” Sharon giggled and made a sudden arm movement inside the bag at which Katie instinctually moved to cover her genitals and squealed with mock indignation. “Ok girls, settle down,” I said, attempting to hide my now rather obvious hard-on. With that, I reached over and switched off the light, plunging the room into darkness. As I lay there trying to fall asleep, I kept hearing strange noises coming from the floor next to me. The girls were snickering quietly to each other and shifting about an awful lot in their cloth confines. “You girls alright?” I asked. “Yes cousin Dan,” they replied in unison. But the shifting and snickering continued and gradually changed in nature. Their voices became muffled and I heard more heavy breathing and the occasional soft moan. “Oh Sharon…” I heard. “Put your fingers there Sharon. It makes me feel really good!” Now their flushed faces made sense! At that, there was silence for a few seconds and then I heard distinct squishing and squelching sounds, mixed with the sound of the sleeping bag being moved about. “It smells like vagina in here,” Sharon giggled. “Can you move a bit?” I heard Katie whisper. “My hair is being pulled!” “Sorry,” Sharon said. “It’s kinda tight in here. But can you move your foot? Your toes are pressing my… ohh..eeee!!...slit.” “Ung…sorry,” Katie said. “Should we wake up Dan?” “No! I’ll be sooo embarrassed!” Sharon exclaimed. “And we both smell like cum!” With that, I heard more rustling and creaking of the floorboards. I couldn’t take it anymore. I flicked on the light and what I saw gave me an instant orgasm. The two girls had worked themselves completely into the sleeping bag together, so all I could see was what I presumed to be Sharon’s dainty little foot flexing and trying to help its owner free herself from her cloth prison. I just sat back and watched as the struggling children caused the sleeping bag to be stretched this way and that, making it look almost like an egg trying to hatch. “Umphh!! Get your crotch out of my face, Sharon!” Katie said, with a tinge of panic in her voice. “I can’t! And my foot is falling asleep! Ow ow ow!! Get….un…OUT Katie!!!!” The sleeping bag shook with their struggle and Sharon’s one free foot was completely flexed in effort. Sharon’s wriggling toes, still embedded in Katie’s crotch, were now stimulating my cousin’s clit and bringing her to an impending orgasm, much to her chagrin. “Hey, what’s going on???” Sharon asked, sounding scared. “Your damn foot is making me…..oooh…ahhh… cummmmm!!!” Katie exclaimed. At that, Katie let out a series of yelps and the bag looked like it would burst with all the activity inside. An unidentifiable finger found its way through a hole in the bag. I actually saw Katie’s juices trickling out of the opening to the sleeping bag and Sharon’s foot suddenly disappeared and Katie shrieked with what sounded like pain. At that, the sleeping bag began literally rolling across the floor as Sharon attacked Katie because Katie had squirted cum in her face and she became incensed. At this point, I pretended I had just awakened and flicked on the light. “Oh my goodness!” I exclaimed. “What is going on here??” “Help us cousin Dan! We can’t get out!” Katie exclaimed. “Well…is that so?” I asked, considering in possibilities. I looked through the opening in the bag and what I saw nearly gave me an instant orgasm. A pair of preteen pussies peaked back out at me and one of them had five toes fully wedged inside. “Which one of you has toes in her crotch?” I asked. “Me!!” Katie wailed. “Well, then, fair is fair,” I said. With that, I reached in and plunged two fingers into Sharon’s still hairless pussy. At this she shrieked and her toes began wiggling once again in Katie’s crotch. “How does that feel,” I asked. “I can’t… oooh….please…let me….OUT!!” Sharon exclaimed. “Just relax babe” I said. Slowly, her protests turned to moans of pleasure. “Then, out of the blue, Katie, who had become increasingly unhappy in such close confines with Sharon, managed to get her arms around her friend and begin kissing her deeply on the lips. “Oh Katie!” Sharon moaned. “I’m sorry I hit you. Just please don’t stop kissing me!” At that, Katie reached down and her fingers joined mine at Sharon’s pussy. I figured I’d remove my fingers and let Katie work her magic. As the girls fingered each other, Sharon’s foot found its way out of the bag again, this time flexed in pure pleasure. The bag began to stretch and jump even more than before and the girls filled the room with the smell of their pussy juice and the sounds of their excitement. One of Katie’s muscular feet popped through the opening in the bag as well, and the two separately owned feet began to caress each other. I heard more squelching and short yelps and then both girls pointed their toes in pleasure and put such a strain on their pleasure prison that I thought the bag would literally split open at the zipper. Then, with a loud breathy moan from both children, I saw two distinct streams of girlcum shoot out past the pleasure-drunk feet and land in a puddle on the wood floor. I went over and unzipped the bag and both cum-covered girls tumbled out exhausted and happy.

---MORE TO COME IN CHAPTER THREE---