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Stacy (pedo)



 The rain fell softly and almost silently out of a gunmetal sky, hitting the
tops of the umbrellas with a soft hiss before pattering angrily to the
grass.  It hit the top of my rain slicker and ran down the sides of my body
in small rivulets to drip off the edges and mingle with the others down
below.
 I stared at the ground, watching the blades of grass dance as the rain hit
them, listening to the priest as he intoned his monotonous recitation,
sometimes looking up from the plastic covered bible he was holding to gaze
at the others who were gathered around.
 I stared at the ground.  Tears, mingling with the rain, fell from my cheeks
as I thought about the one in the casket.
 My hand was squeezed slightly as the little girl next to me attempted to
get my attention.  I looked down into my eight-year-old cousin's face,
trying to read the thoughts behind her eyes.
 Her lower lip quivered as she tried to whisper something I couldn't make
out.
 I leaned closer.  "What honey?   I can't hear you."  I whispered softly.
 "I'm really going to miss her." She whispered.
 I smiled crookedly, a parody of a smile really, just a mask, to make the
child feel better.  "I know sweetheart, we all will."
 A small roll of thunder in the distance made me look anxiously around,
wishing the funeral was over.  I didn't want to be here, and judging by the
faces of the others, neither did they.
 The priest eventually finished his litany and shook a few drops of holy
water on the casket.  It splattered on the casket and mingled indiscernibly
with the rest of the rainwater as it ran down the edges to the fake grass,
which covered the area around the grave.  In the distance, and crouching
beyond the hill, one could see the steel top of a large backhoe, waiting,
and watching for the people to leave so it could come and fill the hole
where the casket would rest for eternity.
 "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we return you to the ground from whence you
came."  The priest intoned solemnly.  He motioned to the men who stood like
watchdogs around the hole carved in the earth.  They stepped forward, and
began to lower the casket slowly down into the grave.  It touched the bottom
with a soft, heavy clunk...
 And that was that.
 I stood there for a moment, still holding the child's hand in mine,
watching as the others drifted away, but not really seeing them.  She
squeezed my fingers slightly to get my attention.but I didn't quite feel
her.  She began to tug on my hand, trying to get me to walk in the direction
of the car.  I ignored it, and stayed rooted to the spot.  I watched as they
pulled the rain soaked liner out of the hole.  I could hear the powerful
engine of the backhoe start as it began to get prepared to fill in the
grave.
 "David?"  The girl interrupted my thoughts.  "Come on, we have to go."  She
tugged at my hand once more.
 She's gone.  I thought.  Really gone.  The loss came crashing down on me
like an avalanche at that moment.  It was too much for me to bear, and my
legs gave out like jello.  I collapsed to the ground, letting go of the
girls hand and covering my face.  The tears came freely then, mingling with
the cold rain on my face.
 Dear god..she's really gone.
 Forever.
 Never to hold her, hear her sweet laugh.  See her shining face light up a
room.  Her smile, giving me something to live for.
 Never to make love to her again.
 "David!  We have to go, it's raining harder."  The girl pleaded with me.
She tugged on my arm and tried to get me to stand up, but her small frame
wasn't strong enough to get me on my feet.
 I ignored the girl for a moment, as my thoughts drifted towards the one in
her final resting place.
 Memories came flooding back to me, both bad and good, memories that I knew
I would cherish for the rest of my life.  For the short time that I knew
her...I had certainly loved her.
 "DAVID!" The little girl screamed at the top of her lungs.   People on
their way to their cars stopped and stared for a moment at the sound of her,
then, seeing the reason, turned and continued on their way.  I flinched at
the sound of her screaming my name, and I realized, that this child I could
not ignore.  I had to take care of her, like I did Stacy, the one in the
casket.
 I stood on rickety legs, turned my back on the grave, and walked woodenly
towards the car.  I held the little girls hand loosely as I walked.
 "Goodbye Stacy."  I whispered.


 She came to live with me shortly afterwards, when all the legal bullshit
had been taken care of and I eventually became her guardian.  She was all I
had left, Stacy and her parents had been killed in a car accident, struck by
a drunk driver.  Little Serena was the only one that survived the accident,
only because she hadn't been with them.  Her parents were killed instantly,
My uncle and his second wife.  Stacy had hung on for over three months
before she could finally hold on no longer, and she eventually died of a
massive brain hemorrhage.
 She was nine.
 Up until the time she came to live with me, Serena had been in a temporary
foster home.  Despite my repeated efforts to gain custody of the girl, the
courts refused.
 Finally, after Stacys death, I was informed that I was her new guardian if
I so wished.
 I accepted.
 I lived in small house on the edge of town, in a large subdivision
separated by several acres of woods from the other houses.  The house I
lived in had been in my family for decades as well as the surrounding land.
You could say they built the subdivision around the property, only because
my Grandfather refused to sell so many years ago.
 She came to the house in a large, white van.  Packed full of her
possessions, I never dreamed a child of her age could own so much junk.  It
was incredible.
 Stacy hopped out of the van, her long blond hair streaming out behind her,
her large, green eyes full of happiness despite the past, horrible months.
She bounded up the steps to me and hugged me tightly.
 I blinked.
 Wait a minute.  I held her away from me for a moment and looked into the
girls face.  Serena looked up at me.  Her questioning amber eyes wide.  She
swatted a curl of her light brown hair out of her face and smiled
beautifully.
 This is Serena, not Stacy.  What was I thinking.
 I shook the cobwebs out and smiled back at her.
 "I take it you had a good trip?"  I asked her.
 She shook her head quickly back and forth.  "No, it was really, really
boring..and long." She said.
 God!  For a second...she looked just like Stacy, I could've sworn I saw..
 I took a closer look at the child, trying to be subtle while doing so.
 It was amazing, but she looked nothing like Stacy, even sisters looked
somewhat similar, at least I had always thought...but in this case, the two
girls were completely different.
 Stacy had long, golden blonde hair, waist length.  Her eyes had been a
bright, intelligent green, highlighted by a flushed, pink, healthy face.
Her teeth had just about been perfect, except for one in the front, a slight
crook of one of her incisors, creating and imperfect, and babyish smile that
could melt the heart of any man or boy.  Her frame had been slight, kind of
thin, but not too thin to where she had looked emaciated.
 She had been light on her feet, and full of an inexhaustible  energy that
all children have.
 As far as looks were concerned, Serena was the exact opposite.  She wasn't
ugly by far, she was gorgeous, but her looks were bland in comparison to her
sister.  It was amazing how much the girls had loved each other, being so
different.  Serena had curly, light brown hair, extending to the middle of
her back, it fell over her face in small, tight curls, accenting the pink
flush of her cheeks, the tiny freckles covering her nose, and the full
redness of her pouting, baby lips.  Her rich, amber eyes finished the
contrast, creating an illusion that made her look about six years old
instead of eight.
 She was small, smaller than Stacy was, and even so, slightly plump.  Left
over baby fat I presumed.  She stood about six inches shorter than Stacy.
Kind of strange that they were even sisters, the differences were that much.
 But..even though they were a different color, I could see Stacy in her
eyes.
 "Boring and long huh?  Well," I motioned around me.  "you made it though,
and you don't have to worry about making the trip again sweetie."
 She squeezed me tighter.  "I know David."
 She looked me in the eye, and already, I could see that she was becoming
attached to me, despite the tragic loss of her family.  Perhaps it was her
way to cope, I don't know, whatever it was, I was happy to see that she
wasn't going to be a basket case, she would survive.
 I motioned to the driver.  "I'll show you where to put all of her ju-" I
glanced quickly at her. "Uh...stuff, in a little while.  Meanwhile, come on
inside, have a beer or something.  It's been a long drive."
 The driver of the van shook his head gratefully.  "Thanks, that'd be great,
just let me use the phone real fast, tell the others that we made it okay,
then I'll start unpacking."
 I nodded and stepped aside to let him enter the house.
 While he was using the phone, I went around to the back of the van and
began pulling boxes out.  It was amazing how much crap a child of eight can
accumulate.  I couldn't believe it.  There were more boxes of stuffed
animals than I had ever seen in my life. Every shape, size, and color of
stuffed bears you could think of.  Along with dolls, clothes for dolls,
shoes for dolls, furniture for dolls, dolls toys...just about anything you
could think of.  Serena handled the boxes with reverent care, helping me to
place them on the ground carefully, so as not to damage them.  The whole
time, chattering away at what each dolls name was and where she had gotten
it.  She pulled a few out and showed them to me, telling me all about them
while doing so.
 "And this one is Megan, my best friends mom gave me this one."  She bubbled
out, the past seeming to be forgotten.
 "What about this one?"  I pulled a large doll out, wearing a pink dress.
It had a frilly pink bow in it's hair, and ruffles around the cuffs.
She hesitated, and her face fell for a second as she stared at the doll.
Her smile and laughter disappeared quickly.
 She looked silently at the doll in my hands for a moment, then reached out
and slowly took it from my grasp.  It was at this point, that I knew I had
hit a crack in her armor.
 "Stacy gave this to me..on my fifth birthday."  She said in a small voice.
She curled the doll to her chest and squeezed it tightly.  A tear rolled
down her cheek, and she looked at me, her lower lip quivering.  "I guess she
won't be giving me any more dolls for my birthday huh?" She whispered.
 My heart fell.  And a love so powerful, I can't describe it, gripped my
heart when I saw her face.  In it was the expression of a lost child.  Gone
was the strength she had shown before, gone in a heartbeat.  In front of me
stood a sad, lonely little girl who had lost her entire family, and was
trying her best to cope with it in the only way she knew how.  And I had
just shattered that in an instant.
 I felt like shit.
 I put my arms around her and pulled her too me.
 "That's ok Serena, it's okay to cry, I them miss too."
 She buried her head in my shoulders and balled like a baby, letting it out,
and not for the first time I'm sure.  After a few minutes, I pried her head
from shoulders, and looked into her tear streaked face.
 "You think you're going to be alright?" I asked softly.  I searched her
eyes.
 She nodded slowly.  "Sometimes, it just hurts to think about her." She
sobbed through the tears.
 I combed her hair back from her face with my hand.  "I know sweetie, it
hurts when I think about her too.  I loved her a lot also."
 She nodded again.  "I know, she told me." She said bluntly.
 I froze, trying not to squeeze her shoulders to tightly.
 Told her?
 "Uh...Serena, just what exactly DID she tell you?" I asked slowly, trying
to keep the shake out of my voice.
 She hid her face from sight for a moment, her hair falling in front of her
eyes, so I couldn't quite see the expression.  She shrugged.
 "What did she tell you Serena?"  I repeated the question...my voice
cracking slightly.
 She looked up at me and grinned mischievously, the past few minutes
forgotten.
 She shrugged again, smiling at me.  I knew what that smile meant, but I had
to hear it from her instead.
 "She told me..." she reached out and ran a finger down my face, to my chin,
down my throat, to my chest, where it stopped.  There, she traced small
circles in the hair on my chest, under my shirt.  She leaned over and
whispered in my ear.  "Everything."  Then, she leaned back and giggled, her
small hands covering her mouth, her eyes full of laughter.
 I swallowed hard.  "Everything?" It was my time to whisper.
 She giggled again and nodded her head quickly.  She leaned forward suddenly
and whispered in my ear.  "She told me all about it, and I want you to do
the same thing to me."
 I lost my balance and stumbled backward, shocked.  I had no idea that
Stacy had told anybody about what had happened between us.  And this was
strange, one moment, we were talking about the loss of her sister, and
suddenly we were talking about what had happened with me and her dead
sister....it was quite morbid, and I didn't like the feeling it gave me.
 Serena must've seen the look on my face, because, as quickly as it came,
the smile left her face as if it were wiped off with a sponge.
 "What's wrong?"  She reached out to me.
 I waved her hands away and stood up.  "Nothing, let's uh...let's just get
this stuff inside the house.  It's going to take awhile to get you
unpacked."  I grabbed the dolls and started stuffing them back into the box,
a little too roughly I realized, and I quickly slowed down.  I picked up the
box and started walking stiffly towards the house.
 When I got to the porch, I turned around to see Serena standing where she
was, not moving, her arms crossed in front of her chest and pouting at me.
 "You're mad at me."  She stated flatly.
 I couldn't help but laugh a little,  she was so cute.  "No Serena, I'm not
mad at you, this is something we need to discuss alone, in the house, when
there's no company."  I motioned with my head in the direction of the door,
just as the driver appeared in the doorway and walked past me.
 "Here, let me take that." He reached out for the box.  I gladly let him
have it and turned back to Serena.
 She was still standing there, her arms crossed, pouting and looking up at
me, a few curls of hair falling in front of her face.  God, she looked so
vulnerable standing there like that.  I motioned her inside.  "Com'n"
 She stood there for a second, then, very slowly walked up the steps and
past me without so much as looking at me as she did.
 The driver left two hours later.  To my relief, he declined the offer of
staying the night because of another delivery.  That sounded so callous to
me, to be referring to a child as a "delivery", but I knew he meant nothing
by it.
 We watched him drive out and disappear beyond the grove of trees that
surrounded my property, he waved briefly, then he was gone.
 That left Serena and myself standing on the porch alone.
 She cocked her head up at me.
 I looked down at her and smiled.
 "Now can we talk?" She asked bluntly.
 I felt the smile quickly leave my face, and her expression faltered for an
instant when she saw it.
 "Why do you keep getting mad at me when I ask that?" She screwed up her
face and looked as if she were going to start crying again.
 "Let's go inside." I said quickly, gently moving her towards the door.
"We'll talk in the kitchen, what do you say?  I got some cookies I made
yesterday just for you."
 At the news of sweets, her face brightened a bit and she went in the house
ahead of me obediently.
 My house is not very big, but it is well furnished.  It's very old, and
some of the furnishings told a story from long ago.   A small sofa, just
large enough for me to stretch out on, at least fifty years old.   A rocker
in the corner, another antique.   A few lamps and decorations hid the rest
of the corners from view in a way that made the room look much smaller than
it actually was.  The walls were adorned with obscure paintings, most of
which I had no idea who painted them, or where they came from, they were
left over from my grandfather.  He was a collector of worthless art, and
quite eccentric in his own way.
 We walked through the living area and into the kitchen through a small door
set back in the corner of the room.  It was a country kitchen, with the
proverbial table next to the back door, and slightly in the middle of the
room.  Placed in such a way that it wouldn't disturb anyone walking through
the room.
Serena sat down in one of the chairs at the table.  I walked over to the
counter
and retrieved a large cookie jar, packed full of chocolate chip cookies and
set it down in the middle of the table.  Then, I went to the cupboards and
pulled two saucers and two glasses out of the cabinet.  On my way back, I
paused at the refrigerator to retrieve the milk.
 I placed a saucer down in front of her, opened the milk, and sat down.
 I motioned to the cookie jar.  "Go ahead."
 She smiled, pulled the top off the jar, and pulled a large cookie out.
 "What do you want to talk about Serena?" I asked her quietly.
 "I think you know."  She said simply.  She took a bite of her cookie and
smiled.
 I licked my lips and rubbed my chin.  "Ok.  Maybe I do.  And maybe you
should tell me anyway."  I replied calmly.
 "Stacy." She said.  There was no hint of sadness in her voice..so it wasn't
the girls death she wanted to talk about.
 I cleared my throat nervously.  "What about Stacy?" I asked shakily.
 "I think you know."  She said again.
 "No Serena, I don't know, please tell me what you are talking about." I
asked, frustrated.  The truth was, I knew exactly what the girl was asking
me to say, but I needed to hear it from her first.
 She finished the cookie and poured herself a glass of milk.  Calmly, as if
she had all the time in the world.  Then, she reached in and grabbed another
cookie.
 What she said next, shocked the hell out of me.
 You see, Serena had a way of being extremely blunt when she talked.  She
had the ability to tell you exactly how she felt in only a few words.
Usually very simple words, quick, and to the point.
 "You screwed my sister, now I want you to screw me." She said calmly.
 I gaped at her.  To hear such a thing coming from the mouth of an eight
year old!  "Where did you learn that?"
 She shrugged.  "She told me."
 "No, no, I don't mean that.  I mean where did you learn how to talk like
that?"
 She shrugged again.  "Daddy used to talk like that all the time."  She said
it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
 I ran my hand across my face and rubbed my temples.  "I don't want you
talking like that again, especially not around other people, understand?" I
pointed a finger at her.
 She stopped chewing her cookie for a second, then she nodded her head.
 "Ok.  Now.  What on earth makes you think I did that to your sister?" I
asked.
 "I keep telling you, she told me." She said in a frustrated voice.  "You
aren't listening to me."
 I swallowed hard and looked away from her.
 "It's true isn't it?" she asked excitedly.  "It's true right?"
 I looked at her again.  And suddenly decided to tell her.
 "Yes." I said quietly.  "I did.  But what happened between myself and your
sister happened last year, and it happened kind of by accident."
 She giggled and covered her mouth.
 "What's so funny?"
 "How do you accidentally screw someone?" she giggled again.
 I opened my mouth to answer, and suddenly realized, that there was no
answer to this question.  She was right.  At the time, I had wanted it just
as badly as Stacy had, and driven by desire, hadn't even bothered to stop
myself.  It wasn't an accident, it was purposeful.
 "Ok." I agreed.  "It wasn't an accident, but at the same time, neither one
of us really knew what we were doing."
 She broke out into laughter.  "You're the big person, didn't you know what
you were doing?" she giggled.
 Shit.  This was getting deep.
 "Uh..well." I stammered.  I swallowed hard.  "Ok, maybe I did..but-" I
pointed a finger at her.  "She wanted it as much as I did."
 She nodded her head.  "I know, she told me that too."
 "Did she also tell you the circumstances behind it?" I asked her.
 She looked at me quizzically.  She didn't understand exactly what I meant.
 "Did she tell you why we did it?" I tried.
 Serena nodded her head.  "She said that you guys were getting really close
one night...that you fell in love together."
 So, Stacy never told her what happened.
 "Well..yes, in a way.  But that's not why we did what we did.  Do you
remember a kid in the neighborhood where you lived?  An older kid, called
himself 'Skinner'?"
 She wrinkled her nose in distaste.  "Yes, yucky.  He was mean to me and the
other kids.  I hated him."
 "Well, so did Stacy.  A couple of years ago, he cornered her on the way
home from school, and tried to do something to her.  He didn't succeed, but
what he did was enough.  She started telling me about it one night when she
was staying with me.  Remember, when you and your parents went to Europe?"
 She nodded her head again, listening intently on every word I was saying.
 "Well," I continued.  "She crawled up next to me on the sofa one night,
while we were watching tv, and told me what he did.  The longer she told the
story, the more she snuggled up to me.  One thing led to another, and before
we knew it, we ended up in her bedroom.  The same bedroom you now have."
 "Did it feel good?" She asked bluntly.
 I stared at her for a second.  My god, she can be straightforward can't
she?
 "Uh...well...yes, it felt good..I guess."  I shrugged.
 "What do you mean `I guess'?  Did it or not?" She giggled, her mouth full
of cookie.
 "Umm..." I nodded slowly.  This was getting considerably uncomfortable.
"Yes, it did, it felt great."
 She jumped up suddenly and grabbed my hand.  "Good, let's go!"
 "Wait, wait.  What are you doing?" I asked, prying her fingers out of my
hand.
 "I want it, just like what you did with Stacy." She said excitedly, hopping
up and down.
 "Serena, you haven't even been here a day yet, why are you asking for this
now?  Besides, I don't know if I should do this with you."
 She stopped her movements and stared at me.  "Why not?"
 I shook my head.  "Because, you're a child Serena, I could get into
trouble, big trouble, especially after just gaining custody today.  I would
lose you if anybody ever found out about it and I could go to jail."
 "Stacy was my age when you did it with her, why not me?  Am I not pretty
enough or something?" Tears began to form in her eyes, the onslaught of
another flood.
 I had no answer, because she was absolutely right.  Stacy had been eight
when we had made love, in fact, technically speaking, Stacy had been younger
than Serena was now.
 Serena stood there, waiting for me to answer.  Then, very slowly, she took
my hand and tugged on it.
 Suddenly, I realized just how much I truly cared for this child, and I
knew, before I even stood up, that I would do anything she wanted me too.  I
drew her to me and brushed the tight brown curls off of her face.  Then, I
bent down and kissed her full on the mouth.
 As I pressed my lips to hers, I could taste her sweetness, a tender candy
that excited me further, and I pressed even harder.  I tested the boundaries
of her mouth, running my tongue over her lips and teeth, prodding them
gently, until she parted them slightly and allowed me full access to her
tender little mouth.  She twined her tongue with mine, tasting me as well.
I shot my tongue into her mouth as far as it would reach, tasting the edges
of it, filling her with my love.  She possessed a taste sweeter than any
woman I had ever tasted, and quite different than that of her sister.  It
was surprisingly more alive than Stacy, and much more passionate.
She was a little sloppy at first, obviously, this was her first kiss, but it
was still by far the best one I had ever received from anyone.  We stayed in
the kitchen for a full ten minutes, locked in that powerful embrace of love.
Then, committing myself, I broke away.  I looked into her deep amber eyes,
studying her.  She looked back at me, and in that gaze I saw that she held
me in her heart.  I smiled, picked her up, and carried her into my bedroom.
I laid her gently down on the bed and began to unbutton the front of her
dress.
She sat up and helped me as I pulled it off over her head.  Underneath it,
she was wearing a short slip and undershirt.  I removed those in the same
way, until she sat before me, dressed only in her thin cotton panties.  She
reached over and started to undo the front of my pants.  I helped her pull
the pants down to my ankles and stepped out of them.  Then she pulled my
shirt off over my head.  She started to pull my underwear down, and I laid
my hand over hers and shook my head.
She looked up at me questioningly.  "What?"
"We can't, not yet, not tonight."
"Why not?" She asked.
I looked up at the ceiling for a second, then looked down at her.
"Because." I said.  "You're still a virgin, and we have to take things one
step at a time, otherwise, I could hurt you really bad.  Later,  maybe
tomorrow night.  Just one step at a time, okay?"
She gave me a hurt look, then reluctantly nodded her head.  "So, what do we
do instead?"
I smiled.  "Lots of things.  I'll show you."
I pushed her gently back on the bed and spread her legs slightly.  Then, I
laid down beside her and started to kiss her like I had done in the kitchen.
I ran my hand slowly across her belly in little circles, pushing gently on
her flesh, feeling the warmth under my fingertips.  I ran my hand slowly up
to her neck and traced the small hollow of her tiny throat.  Then, my hand
made it's way slowly down to her chest.  I brushed my fingers across her
tiny nipples, tweaking them gently as they passed.  I went from one to the
other, circling the tiny aureoles slowly, pressing down gently at each pass.
Serena sucked in a breath each time I pressed, then slowly exhaled as I left
one to began on the other.  She began to moan slightly, and started rotating
her little body in response to my touches.
I broke away from her mouth and began to kiss her throat.  Ever so gently, I
worked my way around her throat to each of her ears, where I nipped on her
lobes, just enough to draw a tight gasp from her.
She was getting excited, I could tell, and it must've been strange to her to
feel this way for the first time.
Slowly, I worked my way down her neck to her chest.  Then, across to her
nipples.  I took the left one in my mouth first, suckling softly, running my
tongue across the flesh until I could feel it becoming hard.  Then, I worked
my way over to the right one, repeating the same thing.
Serena moaned and pushed her back up slightly.  I looked up at her face
while I had her nipple in my mouth.  Her eyes were closed, her mouth a
little `o' of desire.
I continued sucking on her tiny tits for a moment longer, then broke away
and began slowly working my way down to her belly.  Little butterfly kisses
across her tummy, stopping to dip my tongue into her bellybutton.
She was sweating heavily, and I could taste her sweetness.  I ran my tongue
down to the hem of her panties.  I explored the edges of them, back and
forth, catching the frilly strap in my teeth now and then and tugging at
them.  She moaned quietly each time I did it.  Very slowly, I ran my hands
up her legs to her hips, then, I worked them under her buttocks, until I had
a panty clad cheek in each hand.
I ran my tongue quickly up the cotton crotch of her panties, pressing
slightly into her slit.  Serena hitched her hips up and moaned loudly as I
did it.  I licked down, tasting her sex through the panties, she was
becoming extremely aroused, and the whole crotch of her panties was almost
soaked with her little pussy juices.  I pursed my lips and sucked her pussy
lips into my mouth, panties and all.  She moaned loudly and lifted her hips
suddenly, pushing her pussy into my face.  I felt around for the covered nub
of flesh and sucked on it gently through the panties, at the same time, my
hands went to the waistband, I looped my fingers in it, and began to pull
them down.  I got
them down until just the top of her slit was showing, and flicked my tongue
across her bare flesh.  She flinched slightly at the touch, then relaxed as
I explored the top of her slit.  I pulled the panties down further, exposing
her tiny button.  It was moist and flaming red with desire and I sucked it
gently into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the sensitive flesh quickly.
I pulled the panties down further, until they would go no further because of
her spread legs.  I stopped, sat up, and pulled her panties all the way off
her body.
I tossed them to the floor and gently spread her legs as wide as I dared.
Her pussy opened up completely before me.  I bent down and slowly kissed her
inner thighs, working my way closer to her tender spot.  Once on the outer
edges of her lips, I stopped kissing and ran my tongue around the edges,
tasting her.
Serena moaned again and spread her legs even wider, giving me more access to
her hairless slit.  I ran my tongue down in between the outer lips, sliding
it between them, lapping up her sweet, little girl nectar, brushing the
edges of her inner lips.
Then, I dug even further, passing the inner lips, running the tip along the
edge of her tiny hole.  I ran my tongue up the entire length of her slit,
covering every centimeter of it, ending right at her little clit.  I sucked
it greedily into my mouth, my lower lips covering her hole at the same time.
I sucked on her pussy, tugging ever so gently, drawing the folds into my
mouth.
I could taste her passion, much sweeter and richer than any other I had
tasted in my life.  A pureness unlike anything I had ever experienced
before.
Serena pulled her legs together, squashing my face into her slit.  I could
feel her grab my head, attempting to push me in further.
I let go of her clit, letting it snap back, sucking it back in, and letting
it snap back, each time producing a squeal of pleasure from the little girl.
I shoved my tongue in between the folds of her pussy, seeking the tiny hole
at the bottom, I found it and pushed my tongue as deeply as I could into her
body.  My hands snaked around, pried her legs from my head and pushed them
up, bending her slightly so I could get a better angle.  Her ass rose up
slightly to accommodate.  With one hand holding her legs up, I took the
other and began to rub the outer edges of her pussy until her juices
lubricated
my finger.  In an instant, the entire tip of my finger was coated with her
juices.
I ran my index finger down the crack of her ass until I felt the tiny,
puckered opening of her little asshole.  Slowly, while fucking her pussy
with my tongue, I circled the outer rim of her rectum, rubbing her pussy
fluids into her flesh.  Each time I made a circle, my finger would run
across the opening, producing a shudder from her little frame, I would push
a little harder, slowly opening it.  Each time, she relaxed a little,
allowing my finger to penetrate her little rectum a little more.
Serena began a low, continuous moan.  A husky growl that you wouldn't think
would come from an eight year old.  She pushed down suddenly on my finger,
pushing it into her body to the first knuckle.  She moaned louder and her
rectum tensed with the invasion.  I pushed a little harder, slipping it in
further.  My tongue continued to fuck the little girls pussy, a little
faster, a little harder with each stroke.  I started to pull my finger out
of her ass slowly, then pushed it back in.  She relaxed her muscles a little
with each stroke as I pumped my finger in and out of her tight little ass.
And boy, was it tight, I could barely get my finger past the first knuckle,
but with each stroke, it sank a little deeper, until I had it buried to the
hilt.
I ran my tongue up and down the child's pussy, lapping up her sweet juices,
but never licking it dry.
She began to moan louder, and started rotating her hips in time with my
finger in her ass.  Pushing down, squeezing me with her muscles.
Suddenly, she stopped moving.  Her entire body tensed up, her ass squeezing
my finger like in a vise.  And her pussy became much wetter than it was
before.
Serena had her first orgasm.
I continued to lick her, she twisted her hips in time with my tongue.  The
whole time, pumping my finger in and out of her ass, faster and faster with
each stroke.
After a few minutes, she tensed again, and let loose with another orgasm.
Her moan was loud and sensual, it turned me on to no end.
I let her relax a little, gave her pussy one last lick and a kiss, then
slowly pulled my finger out of her ass and sat up.
She lay there, her brown curly hair fanned out over her head like an angels
halo.  Her eyes were closed, and sweat stood out on her brow.  She was
exhausted.
I sat there, staring at her, admiring her childish beauty.  I felt a love
more powerful than anything I had ever known flow over me like a river.
I loved this child, even more so I think than I did her sister.
She opened her eyes, saw me staring at her, and smiled weakly.
I laid down next to her and kissed her, tasting her sweetness again.
Then, in each others arms, we fell into a blissful sleep.


David.
My eyes flew open.  Sleep clogged my mind as I slowly awoke out of
dreamland, wondering what had the audacity to wake me.  I yawned and tried
to stretch, forgetting that I had someone with me in the same bed, something
I hadn't had for quite some time...and it felt good.
Serena was curled up next to my body, her naked bottom resting against my
belly.  I could feel the rise and fall of her chest as she slept. Now and
then, she would hitch in a sharp breath as she dreamed.  I kissed the top of
her head and held her tighter to me.  She sighed and I felt her body relax,
content in the arms of her lover.
I looked over at the clock.
The bright red numbers said it was three a.m.
Very slowly, I extricated myself from under Serena and sat up.
I rubbed my eyes.
David.
Sleep suddenly left me, chased away by a mixture of sudden fear and
surprise, and I was wide awake.
I pulled my hands away from my face quickly and looked around the room.
There was nobody there..
But dammit! I know I heard it.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and pulling my pants on, I stood
up.
I stretched and started in the direction of the door.
David.
Help me David.
I froze.
Now..I know I wasn't imagining that.  I looked back at Serena sleeping
soundly in the bed.  I could barely hear her soft breathing.
What the hell is going on.?
David.
I faced the door..it was coming from the other side...
I stood there for a moment, not moving, listening intently.
It was quiet...except for the sound of Serena's sleep.
I walked over to the door and placed my hand on the knob.  It was cold and
slick from the sweat on my palms..I never really thought about how scared I
was...
Why was I scared?
Because I knew whose voice that was...and I refused to believe it..and yet,
deep down inside, fear began its way into my heart.
David.
I turned the knob...the door swung open.
And the hall was empty.
I cautiously peeked both ways down the hall..searching for any sign of
movement to indicate an intruder.
Nothing.
I stepped out into the hall and slowly started towards the living area..my
hands out in front to guide my way.
 Once in the living room, I could see much better.  There was a full moon
out, and the light from its beams cast silver patterns on the floor in front
of the windows, lighting up the room...dancing as the wind blew the branches
of the trees outside the window.
 Around the eves, I could hear the soft sigh of the wind as it caressed the
house.
 That had to have been it...the wind, simply my imagination working
overtime.
 Nobody was in the living room.
 Get over it Dave, she's gone, and there's nothing you can ever do to get
her back.
 I stiffened suddenly...
 I could feel it.a presence.
 Someone was watching me.
 The hair on the back of my neck stood up, fingers of ice played up my
spine..
 Somebody is...WATCHING me.
 Very slowly, I turned around.
 And I barely caught a glimpse of the pink dress as she turned the
corner.and walked silently down the hall.
 Quickly, I went after her..I knew where she was going.
 And the hallway was empty.
 Except for..
 One small, pink rose on the floor in front of the door to Serena's room.
 One of the roses from Stacys casket...or, one like it.  But I was pretty
sure I knew where it came from.
 "Stacy." I whispered as I bent down and gingerly picked up the rose..it was
dry and brittle, and crumbled in my fingers.  There was dirt on the stem.
 I looked down at the floor.
 Among the remains of the rose...were two dirty footprints, about the size
of a childs feet.  Larger than Serena's.  And with the same zig-zag  track
usually put into dress shoes.
 Serena had no dress shoes, all she had worn since she arrived were tennis.
 A hand on my shoulder.
 I froze, not daring to turn around.  I could sense her leaning closer..
 I swallowed hard.my heart was like a trip hammer in my chest.  I broke out
into a sweat.
 The hand traced it's way across my shoulder..down my back...then,
suddenly, it was gone.
 I love you David.  A soft, sibilant whisper in my ear..
 Make love to me David..forever...and ever...
 Ever so slowly..I turned around.  I swallowed hard...wondering what I
would see..
 My entire body was shaking fiercely as I turned to face my dead lover.
Sweat stood out on my brow, and my breathing became heavy with fear.
 And the hall was empty.
 Except for....
 A single tiny rose...pink, and covered with dirt.
 I reached out to it and tried to pick it up.  The moment I touched it..it
turned black and crumbled to dust.
 "Stacy." I whispered.
 She has come back to me..


           END Part one, "Stacy"

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