My Times With Chloe, Part Four — 1982

by Honey West

We sat on opposite ends of the sofa facing each other. We were pretty buzzed from the wine, the pot and the atmosphere. The glow of the candles gave our faces a beautiful tone and the soft jazz kept the feeling going.

“Go on now,” Chloe urged, stretching her bare leg out toward me from under her robe. It was inches from touching me. “Your turn.”

“Okay. Umm, let’s see. I told you my father remarried.”

“Yeah. You said you liked her.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t tell you all of it. She was a bartender at the Petty Officer’s Club. She spilled a drink on Dad or something cute like that and soon they were dating. Her name was Heather and she was a widow. Her husband was killed in a plane crash and she stayed on the base keeping busy with part-time jobs. I think Dad was worried that I might feel, y’know, ‘she’s not my real mom and she can’t take the place of her’ kind of thing but actually I liked her. She seemed down to earth and unpretentious (and I loved her accent) and she made Dad do things he hadn’t done in a while like laugh and sing in the shower and things like that. That was cool with me. She was pretty for her age (Dad’s) and had striking red hair and freckles that she said she inherited from her Irish heritage. Not long after they met they were married and dad opted to try civilian life. The job he had lined up on the outside suddenly fell through and he was ready to try anything to support us when Heather hit us with a bombshell: she was wealthy. It seems that her first husband had done everything right by way of life insurance and Heather was set for life. She never told people because she didn’t want to worry that someone would like her just for her money. Dad was actually angry with her for a while but she soothed him and he still got a job that he liked. We lived a modest lifestyle, though Dad liked to get the latest gadgets for the home like cable TV, shower massagers and a Quadrophonic sound system.

Now comes the part that’ll surprise you. Like Dad, Heather came with ‘baggage’. Her six-year-old daughter, Allison. I had (to my delight) acquired a sister! Chloe, she was an only child’s dream. The heartbreak of being separated from you was lessened by the new responsibility of being the Big Sister.

Let me describe her for you. Jet black hair, soft round face, lush red lips, deep green eyes…the eyes were almost the only things she inherited from her mother, the child was a feminine copy of her late father (as I could see from his photograph). She was plump for her age but it was apparent she was destined to be a lovely young lass. And the plumpness was actually rather sexy on her especially when she wore her little snug jeans. Her round buttocks filled her pants invitingly. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Her most striking physical feature was her complexion. The little girl had skin that was smooth and almost milky white at times. In fact she burned easily in the summertime and did not like the beach much because of her tenderness. I became very protective of her and loved having a baby sister to look after.

Now keep in mind that at fourteen years of age I felt I was pretty well adjusted. My grades were good, I had friends and participated in both school activities and after-school heavy-petting experiments. But the truth was that boys actually didn’t interest me all that much and I was fearful of being called ‘weird’ if I divulged my Sapphic desires. So I was content with my at-home world of masturbation. I was adept at using various fruits and vegetables from the fridge, loved to press my pelvis against the washing machine when it was in the final spin cycle and could ride a pillow with the best of them. And yes, Chloe, I felt lust for little Allison, but since this was the real world I accepted the role of responsible sibling and was happy just to care for my new sister. I did, however, allow myself the pleasure of occasionally including her in my nighttime diddling fantasies along with you, Rose and sometimes Miss Kopecnic, my phys-ed teacher.

I remember one Friday night as we were settled in the den watching TV, a bowl of popcorn in front of us, the child turned, looked up at me and asked “Are you happy that I’m you’re sister now?” I couldn’t seem to find the right words but my smile must have said it all because she smiled back and hugged me tight. I wrapped my arms around her compact little body and giggled with joy. It was a warm and loving moment but I must confess there was also a tingle. I also realized that her mother was watching us from the doorway. Later Heather told me how much she appreciated my friendship with Allison and said that she sometimes worried about her daughter. Perhaps it was due to losing her father at an early age but she felt that Allison was sometimes “past precocious” and trying to be an adult too soon. Indeed the now-seven-year-old liked to drink coffee in the morning and would only take showers instead of baths because she deemed it ‘more grown-up’. Don’t get me wrong, this is not a sad child we’re talking about. Merely a charmingly eccentric one.

Allison and I knew something was up when Dad and Heather (who understood when I didn’t call her Mom) started whispering to each other. Finally they got the nerve to tell us: they would like to go on a real honeymoon. In Europe. By themselves. No kids… would we be upset? The two of us just smiled and started packing their suitcases for them. We loved the idea of being independent. We certainly balked at Dad’s idea of being shipped off to some relatives we barely knew during that two week period. I countered that if Dad didn’t know by now how responsible I was he should be ashamed of himself. Heather compromised by getting Mrs. Carlson, our next door neighbor, to keep an eye on us and supply us with meals. Dad reluctantly agreed but made me promise to a strict school-then-home regimen.

Fine, we said, go have a good time, see the Eiffel Tower, visit Stonehedge, paint the Sistine Chapel, just go and have fun and we’ll be fine. (Obviously the ‘home alone’ issue was not as evident in the mid-seventies).

It went smoothly. Since they were within walking distance I would escort Allison to her school, go to mine and be back in time to walk her home where, as agreed, we would stay and do homework and watch TV. Mrs. Carlson’s meals were very tasty and she, being addicted to her sitcoms, would never stay long. I felt very mature and was enjoying the responsibility.

One morning, as I was sitting in the bathroom, I casually pulled the shower curtain aside and noticed the plastic kitchen stool sitting in the tub. I thought it curious and meant to ask Allison why she had put it there but became distracted by the morning rush to school. That night as I stepped in the shower I realized that the stool was gone and I knew it was back in the kitchen. I guessed then what the story was and it excited me. The next morning when Allison went to take her morning shower (like any good adult) I snuck to the bathroom door, listened for the sound of water running and quietly popped the lock with a bobby pin. Not that stealth was that necessary; the new-fangled shower massagers were a bit on the noisy side. My pulse was racing as I crept to the far end of the tub and peeked thru the curtain. Allison’s back was to me but my pussy turned wet just from the sight of her fleshy round butt, her normally white skin pink from the hot water. As she stood on the stool her bubble-butt globes began to clench and I knew what she was doing in the front. I myself had discovered the joys of the ‘pulse’ setting on the detachable shower-head when it was, well, detached. I would bring it down to my cunt and spend a good extra fifteen minutes in the evening getting ‘extra-clean.’ Since Allie was just a runt the head would only reach down to her midsection hence the need for the stool. I couldn’t see her hands but I knew she was pumping the vibrating spray right onto her little pussy. I could see her body start to quiver and her legs were getting that shaky I’m-about-to-cum look. The water cascading over her legs made me salivate and I wanted so badly for her to turn around so I could see the treasure she was pressing the showerhead against. Suddenly she jerked her head to the side and I clumsily ducked back and held my breath. We could hear the phone ringing. That would be Dad calling to make sure that all was OK and I sure as hell didn’t want him to think there was a problem now so I left the bathroom knowing that Allison might hear me.

We were both quiet as we walked to school that morning and I spent the day revisiting the image of Allie’s soft, smooth body in my mind. I kept telling myself that nothing could or should come of this but deep down I knew that I wanted something more than just a peek at her backside.

Forget it, I thought, she’s your new kid sister and she’s only seven years old so behave.

And yet here we were sitting on my bed in our nightgowns with what seemed to be an air of sexual tension. It was Friday night so I promised to make pancakes for dinner. That way Mrs. Carlson could go to the bingo hall early. Allison said she was tired of television so I suggested a board game. We each took rather quick showers, I made some milk and cookies and had half a joint while the child washed and, at Allie’s suggestion, played in my room since I had a large bed. We decided on The Game Of Life and laid the board out on the bed with me sitting backed up against the headboard. As I spun the wheel Allie sat watching, her legs pulled up to her chest under her nightgown. Her knees stretched against the fabric making it look like she had large boobs. “Look, Anna, I’ve got titties!” she giggled.

“You’re a young lady now, Allie,” I said as I moved five spaces forward, “you should use the proper terminology for something like that.”

“Like what?”

“Umm, ‘Bazongas.’” I had a choice of entering the workforce or going to college. I moved my car toward college. More girls in college, I thought. When Allison would spin the wheel I would watch her green eyes widen and love the way she would gently bite on her dark lips. She continued to ask questions as we took turns.

“Anna, are you going to get married?”

“Someday, I suppose. Or if I can move seven spaces. Oh drat.” I landed on ‘Flat Tire. Lose Turn.’

Allie spun the wheel and landed on ‘Pay Day.’ “Anna, do you think I’m pretty?”

“I think you are beautiful. When you grow up you’re going to be a femme fatale.”

“What’s THAT?”

“A femme fatale,” I said with mock dramatics, “It means you’ll have men falling at your feet willing to do anything for your love. Maybe even do the dishes.”

“Oh,” little Allie pondered this as she spun again. She started to count her spaces when she asked, “Will I have ‘bazongas’ like you?”

I choked on the cookie I was eating and laughed. At fourteen I was developing fairly well but to this child they must seem like bazongas. I looked down and remembered that I was only wearing panties under my nightgown. The light fabric had been grazing across my nipples causing them to harden and jut thru the material. Allie looked away from them and was moving ahead of the game and now had a husband with her in her little car. As I spun the wheel I wondered if perhaps I should change the subject, maybe talk about school or something.

“Anna, were you in my shower this morning?”

This time she caught me with milk in my mouth and I struggled to not spray it like a bad comedy. I started to laugh nervously but saw her serious look and composed myself to nod affirmatively in an equally serious manner. Her precious face fell in embarrassment and shame.

“You were spying on me,” she said with tears welling up.

“Well?” I countered, (I had to think fast) “You were spying on me. So now we’re even.”

“I never spied on you! When did I do that?!”

“Oh come on, Allie, how else did you know how to use the showerhead like that if you didn’t see me do it first?”

Allison’s mouth dropped open. I was proud of myself. I had artfully put myself in the same league with the child by admitting to the same deed. She went from unease to shock to unabashment and then to almost pride at how good she was at touching herself. And then –sheesh- her questions were back. Soon The Game of Life was forgotten as we began to talk of intimate things. I wanted to know how early she had started. When did she start cumming? What did she think about? I assumed from her answers that she was still enjoying the basic physical sensations and had not mastered the art of fantasies themselves. I knew I was going to change that right then and there. My mouth became dry as I looked into the little girl’s green eyes and realized that both of us wanted something from the other. Her eyes began dropping to my breasts. I knew my nipples were outlined thru my nightie. I fought the urge to reach out and touch her plump figure. I wanted a second to be certain this was not a mistake. Allison said she didn’t want to play the board game anymore. I told her to run through the house and double-check the locks and I’ll put away the game. She had a look of excitement as she ran down the stairs.

I threw the board and all the pieces under the bed and did a quick assessment of the situation: me, the trusted fourteen-year-old taking care of Allison, the trusting seven-year-old. Both of us alone in our house while our parents were half a world away. This room, if nothing else, was truly ours. This was dangerous. This was wrong. I should stop it now. I heard the youngster’s feet bound up the steps. I realized then that it was all moot. I couldn’t stop any of this from happening if I wanted. That fact was I didn’t want it to stop. The only thing in the world that mattered at this moment was that Allie and her body was mine to do as I pleased.

She stood at the door playfully biting her red lips and I motioned for her to join me on the bed. She leaped on and hugged me, her arms wrapped under my boobies. As I looked down at her she kissed me dead on with those baby-lush lips. It was a light kiss but the softness of her skin sent electrical waves through me.

“Okay, squirt,” I cleared my throat, “What would you like to do now?”

The little minx looked up at me slyly. “You wanna play ‘Doctor?’” she whispered.

My heart jumped. “Hmm okay. Better still, let’s play ‘Gynecologist.’”

“What’s THAT?” she giggled, trying to pronounce the word. I explained to her that a gynecologist was a female doctor who checked a woman’s body to make sure everything was working all right. It was a simple enough description for my purposes. She readily agreed to be the patient first. I took a belt from my closet and fastened it around my nightgown making it look more like medical dress. I checked myself out in the mirror and saw that my body was developing a pretty good hourglass shape. The thought that I would be exposing myself to this little girl excited me.

Allison stood at the edge of the bed watching me with those sparkling green eyes. There was not a hint of concern or distrust and yet she was shaking a little. I approached her with my pretend clipboard.

“Now, Miss…Bazongas, what seems to be the trouble?”

“Ummm…” Allison wasn’t sure what to say.

“Oh just here for a check-up? Very wise. Let’s start with the basics. Stick out your tongue please.” She did so and I knelt in front of her with my face just inches from hers. Such a darling little child. The scent of her fresh skin pulled me to the point of no return and I lightly licked her tongue with mine. Surprised, she withdrew it and then stuck it back out and I ran my tongue slowly around hers. For a while we enjoyed the feeling of the soft muscles pressing into each other until at last our lips closed around them and we French-kissed, still taking our turn setting one tongue on top of the other.

We broke off and I saw that Allie’s face was flushed. I motioned to the bed. “Well, I guess it’s time to sit up on the examining table, Miss, uh..”

“Bazongas,” she panted.

“Bazongas, right. Please sit on the edge here and remove your gown please.”

She did so and my head felt light. Being an ‘adult’ Allie had always kept her privacy, but I could catch an idea of her nipples thru her shirts. Now this angel was in front of me clad only in her panties and I was in Lust. Her body, though chunky, already had the promise of graceful beauty. Her chest was flat but with the right amount of baby fat about her nipples that screamed for caressing. And her nipples themselves; perfectly round puffies that made my mouth water, soft red like her lips. I kissed her lips lightly and massaged her chest with both hands. Her flesh was pliable and I could feel her nipples harden in my palms. I lowered myself so that I was eye level with her cushy buttons and admired how they stood out against her alabaster skin. “You’re gonna like this,” I purred and I took her little nub into my mouth while I rolled the other one between my fingers. The girl gasped and moaned and held my head to her chest. I licked and sucked and gently chewed those little gumdrops and the scent of aroused pussy became apparent. It was a different fragrance from mine and I wanted to explore this new flavor.

“Well,” I said, just noticing how husky my voice had gotten, “You seem to be just fine and tasty there. Perhaps we’d better examine other areas. Remove your panties, please.”

The child rolled on her back and off her butt to take off her knickers. I stood, held her legs in the air and pulled them off over her feet. As I held her ankles together with one arm I brought her panties to my nose and inhaled. Light and savory. It was a bouquet that was making me high. I looked down at Allie with what must have been half-closed eyes.

“Is it stinky?” she asked.

“Uh-uh, child. It’s perfume. Let’s have a closer smell.”

I dropped the panties and pulled her legs apart to find myself gazing the most perfect hairless slit in the world.

Yegods, Chloe, now I truly understood the joy that Rose knew when she had two little chirpies like us in that room way back when. Allie’s pussy was a smooth mound with a straight soft line down the center. The whiteness of her skin made everything around it seem even softer. I knelt in front of it and marveled at the visual tightness of her slit despite the traces of moisture that was seeping out. There was treasure inside and all I had to do was open the portal to be rich. I pulled her lips apart and was greeted with a gush of fragrant honey that I instinctively caught with my tongue and began to lap up with abandon. What a nature this girl had! I looked up to see Allie watching me with mouth open and body twitching. Suddenly she moaned out loud and threw her head back. I carried her thru two orgasms stopping only long enough to admire her pink insides. I didn’t see her clit in the beginning but suddenly it was a pea-size wonder that my tongue fell in love with. Soon my finger was sliding over her slick crevasse and pushing into her hole in a gentle circular motion. I’d found her hymen and stopped there but not before the 7-year-old nymph was cumming again.

Chloe, I could have nibbled on the private treasures of that child for days her perfume was so intoxicating. But when I gripped her asscheeks to pull her pussy to my face I realized there was something else I wanted to do.

“How are we doing?” I asked.

“Oohhh,” was all Allison could say as she lay there breathing heavily, her chest flushed with a reddish glow.

“Turn on your stomach. That’s right. Now reach under you and touch your button.” I guided her hand to her clit. Now I salivated over her plump milky ass. Like her pussy, they formed a tight line that hid the inner secret. I laid my face on her buttcheeks and felt the warmth against me. I slid my cheek and nose across her orbs as if she were velvet. Then I pried her ass-cheeks apart to look at her pink, wrinkled rosette. I brought my nose to it and it puckered when it felt my breath.

“What are you doing, Anna?” I could hear the child ask. Hush and feel this, I said as I wet her hole with my tongue. I swabbed across it at first, breathing in the smell of her young-girl flesh, then I began to probe around the rim, gingerly pushing into the center. I waited for her to make a noise of protest or disgust but all I heard was the wet ‘schlopping’ sound her fingers were making in her bare cunt. Soon she had brought her knees in so that her ass was in the air and I was pushing my tongue in and out like a piston. She had climaxed several times and collapsed, actually trying to crawl away from me giggling that she had to rest. No matter. During this time I threw off my nightie and panties and wrapped my body around hers, feeling my tits against her chest and back, rubbing my wet pussy over her bum, practically humping the small girl as I fingered myself to an incredible orgasm.

As I was feeling myself reenter the earth’s orbit, Allison sat up next to me and remembered that I was now naked.

“Wow,” she said quietly as she carefully ran her small hand through my thin patch of pubic hair.

I had stopped telling my story when I saw the expression on Chloe’s face. I noticed that her hand had disappeared under her robe and then I realized that I had been absent-mindedly stroking my nipples under my wrap as well. With her other hand she forcefully set her wine glass down and grabbed my legs and pulled them towards her. She threw open my garment and started nibbling on my belly as I heard sound of my panties being ripped.

“Uh, wait-a-minute, Chloe, don’t you want to hear what my little baby sister did to ME?”

It was too late. Her tongue was in my sopping wet pussy and the story would have to wait.

End of part four.