Curious, Part 2

by GoodLittleKaren

Karen could not believe what she was seeing (see Curious part 1). She watched in awe as Mrs. Fletcher slid the pink thing in and out of her bottom hole. Each time deeper and deeper. Mrs. Fletcher's face was slightly contorted. Tears stream from her closed eyes.

Karen heard her whimpering..."Ohhh...Ohh Daddy! Ohhh Sooo big!" Standing on her tippy-toes Karen peered into the neighbor lady's window. Suddenly Karen lost her balance and fell back landing on her bottom. Her foot hit a garbage can near the house making a dull bang. Afraid, she quickly got up and went back thru the fences. Into her own back yard.

At supper that evening her mind kept wandering back to what she witnessed. Aunt Linda seemed to notice her thoughtful appearance. "Is anything wrong dear?", she inquired.

"No Aunt Linda, Karen murmured softly, "I'm okay. Sorry. May I be excused now?" Aunt Linda agreed and Karen left the kitchen after washing out her supper things. Karen dressed for bed. The usual oversized tshirt and clean panties. But sleep would not visit her. After several hours she could hear the soft moanings from her Aunt's bedroom. Signaling that her Aunt had her girlfriend over again. Karen slipped down the covers and thought quietly to herself. "How could anyone possibly put anything in their bottom hole?" Karen's tiny hand slipped down behind her. She felt the soft fabric of her panties, wrapped over her tiny cheeks. She laid on her side and slipped her hand into the rear of her panties. Her tiny index finger cautiously touched her own little wrinkle. She felt an odd tingle as she touched herself. Her finger pressed, unsuccessfully. She recalled how Mrs. Fletcher's pink thing looked shiny after it was in her baby place. Karen slipped further. Her forefinger felt the moistness of her tiny crease. Karen rubbed her finger along the tight slit. Then, hesitantly she drew her finger back to her wrinkle. This time it seemed to press in easier. It scared her at first. She wet her finger once more and pressed again. Her mind raced. It almost felt like a poopy...but going the wrong way. She tried to mimic what Mrs. Fletcher did. Gently easing her finger slowly in and out, each time able to go a little deeper. She felt a strange tingle near where she made peepee. Scared, uncertain she withdrew her finger. Sleep took her very soon.

The next morning, shortly after breakfast there was a knock at the door. Karen was watching TV for a bit when she heard the voice of her Aunt greeting someone. Her heart lept as she heard a woman's voice. It was Mrs. Fletcher. Mrs. Fletcher was holding something and handed it to Aunt Linda. Aunt Linda thanked her and closed the door...studying the object.

Karen gasped, almost audibly. In Aunt Linda's hand was Karen's own hair band. A white, plastic band she often wore to hold her long hair back from her face. Aunt Linda looked thoughtfully at it, then noticed Karen standing there. Aunt Linda came to her and told her Mrs. Fletcher found THIS in her backyard, offering it to Karen. Karen accepted it as Aunt Linda gazed at her, silent. Then Aunt Linda spoke. Her voice snapped Karen back to reality.

"Karen, Aunt Linda spoke softly, "Mrs Fletcher said she found that near her bedroom window. Is there something you wish to tell me?"

Karen was dumbfounded. Unable to speak. But found some words slipping from her throat..."No Aunt Linda...I...I must have dropped it...somehow."

"In her backyard Karen?" Aunt Linda's voice was a little more stern. Karen was trying to think of something to say. Anything. But no words came. Aunt linda studied her for a moment then said, "Karen. You know you can always talk to me. No matter what. Don't you??", she lifted Karen's chin to face her. Aunt Linda could see the tears beginning to form in Karen's blue eyes. Then, as if nothing had ever happened, Aunt Linda told her to go off and play.

Karen took her hairband and replaced it in her hair. Then went back to the TV. Several days passed by, uneventful except for Karen's secret games with herself late at night. She would not go back into Mrs. Fletcher's backyard, she vowed to herself. Yet the image stayed in her mind. On the days when she saw Mrs. Fletcher doing yardwork out front she would blush and hurry by each time the lady waved and smiled.

Nearly a week had passed. One morning Aunt Linda got a phone call. Karen could hear the distress in her voice as she said..."I can't possibly...No...Alright. I understand." Aunt Linda looked very bothered as she hung up the phone. She looked at Karen, who was very puzzled. "Karen, she said, "I have to take a business trip for two days."

Karen asked, "Where are we going Aunt Linda?"

"That's the thing Karen, her Aunt said, "I am afraid you can't go with me. It's a conferance overseas. And there's no time to get you a passport." Aunt Linda was turning pages in her personal phone directory. Karen blushed deeply as Aunt Linda said..."Damn!!! There's no one in here I could rely on to watch you."

Just then Karen and Aunt Linda heard the sound of the morning paper being thrown at the front door. Aunt Linda went and opened the door and bent to get the paper. Karen could see her eyes turn sideways. "I'll be right back Karen", she said. Karen walked to the door and looked outside. Aunt Linda was walking towards Mrs. Fletcher's house. Karen watched as they spoke, unable to hear them. She could see Aunt Linda's hands gesturing as she spoke. Karen noticed Mrs. Fletcher repeatedly glancing at her, standing in the front doorway. She then saw Mrs. Fletcher nod and Aunt Linda hugged her. Karen slipped back inside as Aunt Linda walked back home.

"Karen, Aunt Linda said as she entered, Mrs. Fletcher will be watching over you for the next two days." Karen was unable to say anything. "Now, her Aunt continued, "I want you to be a good girl and behave yourself. Do you understand?" Karen nodded, uncertain. Aunt Linda prepared Karen's things in a small case. Then she took Karen's hand and they walked to Mrs. Fletcher's house.

"I can't thank you enough Mrs. Fletcher!", her Aunt said. "Here's my numbers and our emergency contacts...if anything should happen.", handing Mrs. Fletcher the paper.

"I'm sure everything will be okay.", Mrs Fletcher replied, accepting the paper. Continuing, "Since Tom won't be home again for several more days the company might be nice!" Mrs. Fletcher seemed to smile at Karen, who just looked at her feet. Aunt Linda kissed Karen's cheeks and said, "I'll see you in a couple days dear!" Karen watched as her Aunt walked back to her house.

Mrs. Fletcher's voice caught her attention..."Well. What shall we do?" They talked a little and had a nice supper. Afterwards they watched TV and Mrs. Fletcher told her it was time for bed. That night Karen felt a little uneasy in the stiff, rarely used bed of the guest room. The next morning they talked a little at breakfast. Usual stuff. "Did you sleep well?" and, "I hope the bed was okay."

Karen nodded politely at each question. Mrs. Fletcher said she had some things to do in the garden out back. Karen had dressed in jeans and a tshirt. Flip-flops on her feet. Her hairband placed, as usual in her hair. Karen went with her outside. Watching her puttering around. Then Karen's heart beat faster. Mrs. Fletcher was now working outside her bedroom window. Karen watched silently as she sorted out the flowers Karen had unknowingly trampled while peeking. Mrs. Fletcher wiped some sweat from her forehead and glanced at Karen...seeing her nervousness.

She walked to Karen and offered a hand. "Let's go get some iced tea, shall we??" Karen sat at the table as Mrs. Fletcher prepared the drinks. She slipped one to Karen across the table and took a big sip herself. Then, she took Karen by surprise. Her words cut thru Karen like a warm, dull thunder.

"Karen. I know it was you that knocked over my plants."

"Y-you....you do?", Karen stammered.

Mrs. Fletcher told her she heard the garbage can and went outside just as Karen was slipping thru the fence.

"It's okay sweetheart, Mrs. Fletcher said soothingly, "I was just as curious at your age." Karen sat in silence. Mrs. Fletcher went on, "Sometimes I peeked also and saw many strange things."

"Things?, Karen said softly. "What things?"

Karen listened as Mrs. Fletcher told her some of the things. But what caught her attention most was when Mrs. Fletcher described how she saw one mother and her 9 year old daughter doing things together.

"W-what. What were they...uh...doing?", Karen asked softly.

Mrs. Fletcher seemed to hesitate. "I...I probably should not talk to you about these things Karen. If anyone knew I could...well....", her voice trailed off.

Karen was very curious now. "I...I wouldn't tell. I mean...if you told me.", she said, not knowing why she said that.

Mrs. Fletcher moved her chair beside Karen's. Karen watched for several moments as Mrs. Fletcher seemed to study her own iced tea. Karen watched as her hands seemed to drift up and down the glass. Then she looked into Karen's eyes. She smiled as she saw the curiousness in Karen's eyes.

"Well., she said, "First we must 'pinky swear' that it will be our secret!"

"Pinky swear?", Karen said softly.

Mrs. Fletcher took Karen's hand...moving her little finger in and around Karen's little finger. "This is a 'pinky swear'", she told Karen. Then Mrs. Fletcher said "By the locking of our pinkies I swear never to tell this secret! Now you say it Karen!"

Karen repeated the words exactly as Mrs. Fletcher had said them.

"Okay. Now, we are bonded as sisters of the 'pinky swear'!, she said. "And that bond must never, ever be broken. Understand Karen?"

Karen nodded.

Mrs. Fletcher told her about seeing the mother and daughter naked. How the daughter was on her hands and knees on the bed. Mrs. Fletcher told how she watched the mother lick her finger and press it into her daughter's bottom. How she had heard the girl's moans of pleasure. How the mother's finger found it's way into her daughter's "little girl" place also. Mrs. Fletcher told of other nights when the daughter did similar things to her mother. How, even the daughter's hand would slip entirely into her mother's "baby place".

Karen listened as Mrs. Fletcher spoke. She could feel that odd tingle again between her legs as she heard the story. It was Mrs. Fletcher's hand on her leg that snapped her back to the moment. "Karen? Are you alright?"

Karen must have been daydreaming. "Uh...uh I'm okay Mrs. Fletcher", she offered.

"Karen, she said kindly, "You know I have never had any children of my own. Don't you?"

Karen nodded, not resisting the carress on her leg.

Mrs. Fletcher continued. "I know about the tragic loss you had. It must be just a hard for you to not have a 'mommy' as it is for me to not have a 'daughter'." Karen could feel her hand easing slowly upwards. "Would you like to have a nice pretend game tonight Karen?", she said so softly Karen almost missed it.

"I....I guess so Mrs. Fletcher!", Karen found herself saying.

"It will be grand fun Karen!", she said again.

The remainder of the day went quickly. Karen busied herself with the TV as Mrs. Fletcher finished things outside. She could not think of what kind of "pretend game" Mrs. Fletcher was talking about. After supper they watched TV together. Karen sat beside Mrs. Fletcher. occasionally Mrs. Fletcher would rub Karen's leg...a little higher than earlier that day...but still away from the crotch. Mrs. Fletcher yawned and stretched. "I think it's bed time Karen!", she said.

"Yes Mrs. Fletcher.", Karen replied. Karen stood and began to go to the guest room to change for bed.

"No dear., Mrs. Fletcher said...stopping her. "Remember our 'pretend game'?" Karen looked at her. "Tonight you will sleep with 'Mommy' Karen!" Karen trembled a little at the word "mommy". Mrs. Fletcher took her by her hand and lead her to her bedroom. Karen saw the very bed Mrs. Fletcher was on when she was peeking. Mrs. Fletcher sat on the bed and drew Karen close. "Remember....we are still bound by our 'pinky swear' Karen!" Karen nodded.

"Tonight I will be your pretend mommy and you will be my little angel. Okay?"

"Yes Mrs. Fletcher"....

"Uh uh, Mrs Fletcher corrected, "I am Mommy tonight Karen. Remember?"

Karen hesitated but murmured...."Yes....Mommy."

(This will continue in Part 3. Since this series is a first attempt I hope it's enjoyable. Karen)