 Author: JojoMojo
Title: A Long Awaited Visit - 2 - Hannah Remembers
Part: 2
Universe: A Long Awaited Visit
Summary: Follows part 1 - Hannah, is now 10, does remember their "special" relationship when she was five.  How does she feel about it now?
Keywords: Mg, pedo, cons



A Long Awaited Visit -2- 'Hannah Remembers'
   by JojoMojo

   (Mg, ped, cons)

   The following is completely and without a doubt a fictional account, 100 percent fantasy.  That said, as I write, I reflect on the things that I experienced as a child, what felt good and WHAT DID NOT.  Ecstasy is what I'm interested in, extacy for all involved.

   Copyright (C)2008 by the author

   Note: This was originally published on another website that has since gone dark.  I am republishing it here.

...continued from "A Long Awaited Visit" You may want to read the first installment - check my webpage: http://www.asstr.org/~JojoMojo/

   ...It was almost dusk as I finished reminiscing, and realized that I was within five minutes of their house.  I had driven the entire way in a fog, almost via remote control; not even aware when I exited the highway for the two lane road over an hour ago.  As I pulled down the driveway and approached the house, I noticed several cars pulled in front.  I realized that I was really apprehensive and almost had to force myself out of the car.  All these cars couldn't be good, were they planning an intervention?  Was my trip a mistake?  I didn't have time to dwell on my anxiety.

   I heard the door open and a squeal followed by, "He's here!" Then a blur of blond hair streaked across the front yard launched itself at me almost knocking me down as Hannah locked her arms around my neck, squeezing tight, legs dangling in the air, then wrapping tight around my waist.  After I extracted myself from her enthusiastic embrace and put her down, Tom and
Carol materialized next to her.  

   Tom and Carol had changed in the five years since I'd seen them.  Both looked trimmer, more fit, but Hannah; Hannah looked just as I remembered and totally different at the same time.  She had the same eyes, the same curly blond hair that hung in ringlets around her face, across her shoulders and down her back; that was the same.  However, her face had lost that little girl look and she had grown willow thin and tall until her head was approaching my shoulder height, probably about four and a half feet tall, I guessed.  She looked like a girl on the cusp of entering the teen years, not started blossoming by any stretch, but ready to bud out at any moment.

   She stood holding onto my hand as if for dear life, grinning widely as if she couldn't help it, shifting her weight from one foot to the other obvious that she could not contain her excited energy.  Tom stepped forward, took my hand and pulled me into a strong hug.  Carol followed with a hug and an affectionate peck on the cheek.  After exchanging pleasantries while I pulled my bag from the trunk, we headed into the house. 

   The house had not changed from my memories, except that the sunroom had been extended and divided to make room for a downstairs office in addition to a large sitting area with a view of the meadow and woods which were lighted by the last rays of sunlight.  There were four couples in the sunroom engaged in animated discussion, large plates of pasta in hand.  Tom
steered me back to make introductions.  

   Hannah grabbed my bag and said, "I'll take it to the guest room.  You won't have to share my room this time."  Tom grinned and added, "You'd never find room anyways, with all the clothes strewn everywhere."  Which elicited a, "Daddy, I cleaned up this afternoon," from Hannah as she and my suitcase clumped up the old stairs, every bit as squeaky as I remembered.

   Carol caught up as we entered the sunroom, "You're just in time for dinner.  We're having a carb blast.  I'm so sorry, but we totally forgot when you called and said you were coming that our big biking event is this Saturday.  Tom and I have been biking with this group for a year, training for a century ride (100 miles) and tomorrow is the big day."  

  Tom introduced me around, then picked up where Carol left off, "You're more than welcome to come along, but there won't be much to do at the event except sit around.  We have child care all set up for Hannah and the other kids at the event.  So, you would be free to explore the town where the ride starts and finishes.  But, we have to leave the house at six tomorrow morning.  Not much of a break for you, I'm afraid.  If you'd rather stay here and relax, we should be home no later than four or five tomorrow evening." 

   I told them that with all the travel, a quiet day at their sanctuary would probably do me good.  I lamented the fact that I wouldn't have a blonde pixie to show me around.  Tom replied with a wry smile, "Well, she's growing toward her teens and on the moody scale, she's ahead of schedule.  It will be more restful this way, believe me." 

   I smiled and nodded, "I guess those magic little girl days I remember are in the past, but you can't blame me for wishing.  I would welcome her company even with the moodiness."

   Carol appeared with a plate of pasta and a glass of wine.  The couples made room for me in the circle and I was immediately included in their excited talk about the ride, where the hills were, what the weather was going to be like, etc.  Hannah joined us and sat next to me on the couch, uncharacteristically quiet.  

   After an hour or so, Tom turned and said, "Time for bed, Hannah.  Tell everyone goodnight."  This resulted in a true pout with a plea for "just a little longer."  After Tom shook his head "no" Hanna stood up, her whole body showing her disappointment.  Carol piped up, "Maybe if you ask nicely, John will come up and tuck you in like he used to."  Hannah instantly transformed, the smile and sparkly eyes that I remembered reappearing.  "Would you?"  I know I colored a bit, but managed a "Sure." Hannah almost jumped and clapped her hands, as she headed for the stairs.  "You can even read me a story like you did when I was little", she tossed over her shoulder, curls bouncing. 

   Tom told her to wash up and brush her teeth, then call downstairs when she was ready.  He turned to me shaking his head, "There it was, dejected to ecstatic in an instant, now you know what we're dealing with.  Be glad that you have the place to yourself tomorrow."  Carol leaned over and whispered, "I hope you don't mind putting her to bed.  I know she's really too big for it, we shouldn't have put you on the spot." 

   "T-that's ok," I stammered, "I'm starting to fade anyway; long week.  If it's ok with you guys, I'll probably head for bed after I say goodnight to Hannah.  I'm sure she was kidding about me reading a story to her," I finished with a wink. 

   Tom laughed, "I guess we'll see you tomorrow evening then.  You know where everything is around here, make yourself at home."  He patted me on the shoulder and added, "She probably won't make you read to her, but if she's in the mood she'll talk your ear off.  Just don't get her started on horses; we only recently got that one put to bed again."

   As Tom finished, Hannah called down the stairs.  I handed over my half eaten pasta, said my "goodnights" and wished everyone luck, thinking, "Now I know why they look so fit."  As I trudged up the stairs, I tried not to be disappointed that one of the two days I was there would be spent alone; and that the pixie that had inhabited these woods, that I had missed so much was no longer a little girl.  

   I poked my head into Hannah's room and was greeted by a four poster canopy bed, pink walls and horse posters everywhere.  "Yeah," I thought smiling, "sure you put 'that one' to bed, Tom."  Hannah was sitting cross-legged on her bed, brushing her hair.  She was wearing a T-shirt that fell midway to her knees, a big-girl version of the old flannel gown, I guessed.  She looked up at me, followed my gaze around the room and slowly smiled, "Hi, not the same room, is it?" 

   "I love it," I smiled, continuing, "I'm going to get out of these jeans and wash up before I tuck you in, ok?"  She nodded, and continued brushing, counting each stroke.  Somewhere long ago, I remembered hearing the girls at school talking about 100 strokes to shiny hair.  I guess things don't change that much.

   I went down the hall and flipped on the light.  The office had been transformed into a nice guest room, a queen size bed and dresser pretty much filled the space.  A small bedside table with lamp and phone took up what little room there was left.  I changed into shorts and T, grabbed my kitbag, and headed down to the bath.  It was almost as big as the bedrooms, with an old claw foot tub and pedestal sink, even an old style commode with the tank mounted high on the wall, just as I remembered.  I figured that this was the only bath in the house at one time.  I finished up quickly, dropped my kitbag back on my bed and walked into Hannah's room. 

   She was already lying down in the bed and looked up at me as I entered. A pile of dirty clothes peaked out from under the bed skirt and I smiled, remembering Tom's comment and her response earlier in the evening.  I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a bit nervous, not really knowing what to do or say next.  Hannah took the lead, "Come under the covers next to me,
like when I was little, I want to snuggle you while I fall asleep." 

   My heart leapt into my throat, "Honey, I can't, it wouldn't look right if someone came upstairs," I said speaking lowly, "You were a little girl then and we were sharing a room.  You've grown up a lot and now I have my own room.  Your folks would wonder what was going on if they came up and I was under the covers with you!" 

   "You could jump out real quick," she countered. 

   "That would look even worse!" I said. 

   This drew another pout, complete with an outturned lip.  "I just wanted to snuggle up against you, like back then.  It was lonely when you left, I couldn't fall asleep by myself when you were gone.  But, if that's the way you feel, fine, you can just go back to your room."  With that, she flipped onto her side and faced the wall.

   I sat there for a minute, not wanting to leave, stroking her hair.  After a couple of strokes, she moved towards the wall away from me.  I sighed and stretched out on my back on top of the covers.  "Hannah, I do want to snuggle, very much, but I also don't want to do anything that would ruin things with your folks," I said emphatically, keeping my voice low.  "I missed you a lot after I left; it was hard for me to fall asleep, too.  You snuggled so nicely and helped me to be happy again.  It was really hard to leave and be away from you for so long.  I want to make sure that I can come visit more often now that I have a reason to travel close by, please understand."  I paused, looking at her back, wondering what to do. 

   She didn't move, didn't respond.  I decided to try one more time, reached over and put my hand on her shoulder, caressing it as I whispered.  "How about if I lay next to you on top of the covers," I offered.  "You could even lay on top of the covers with me, would that work?"  The change was immediate (that moodiness that Tom mentioned) she turned her head, gave
me a smile and slipped out from under the covers, snuggled up close and put her head on my shoulder.  A moment later, she put her leg over mine and sighed deeply.  Her hair was soft on my cheek, I could feel her breath against my neck.  It was the same, but different.  The girl next to me was no longer a little pixie, her leg stretched across both of mine.  I breathed deeply, enjoying the smell of her hair.  "Strawberries," I said, "Your hair smells like strawberries." 

   "I washed it with my special shampoo this afternoon, just for you," she replied.  "It seemed to take forever for you to get here."  I began rubbing her back, through the T.  After a couple of moments, she raised up a little and pulled her shirt up to her shoulders. 

   "I'll pull it down if we hear someone on the stairs, they're squeeky" she whispered, anticipating my protest, "and I don't have any boobies, so no one should care anyways!"  I listened carefully and could hear voices downstairs. 

   "Ok," I replied, rubbing her back.  I stroked gently up and down marveling at the difference.  When she was five, it seemed that my hand almost covered her back, now I was presented with a long slender back.  I glanced down as I rubbed.  She had on light blue cotton panties filled out with the cutest little butt.  I realized that this was the first time I'd really ever been able to look as before she was almost always under the covers.  I started to talk in a husky voice, "I've really missed you..." and she shushed me, whispering, "Don't talk, I want this to be just like it was before, no words." 

   I rose up onto my elbow, turning slightly towards her, moving her head from my shoulder to my forearm, so that I could reach further and began to rub across her panties and down her thighs.  This was different than before because I could now see what I was doing.  The effect was immediate, I could feel my own excitement begin to rise as she started to slowly press
against my leg.  I was tempted to reach across her buns and between her legs, but resisted.  I still wanted this to be at her speed and on her terms.  For some reason it made what I was doing feel more right, even though I knew we had once again entered forbidden territory as far as society was concerned. 

   I pushed the thought from my mind and continued to rub, watching as her buns rose and fell as she pressed against me.  I looked down at her face, her eyes were gently shut, her hair partially covering her face.  I could tell that she was concentrating, lost in reliving those nights long ago.  Soon, she sighed and flipped over, legs together along side mine.  I
decided to follow our old pattern, rubbing her stomach and up across her chest.  

  As I rubbed, her T-shirt rode up, revealing small pink areolas with tiny nipples.  Her chest was not completely flat as I had assumed, instead, her breasts had just begun to form, little beestings under those beautiful almost transparent areola.  I rubbed gently across her nipples and back down to her navel, marveling at her smooth flat stomach.  She spread her legs as I moved across her stomach, throwing one over my leg.  

   Her panties had a tiny little satin bow in the middle of the waistband.  I was transfixed by the bow and the way her panties molded to her pubis, hinting at the contours that lay hidden beneath.  As I made another pass across her breasts and down her stomach, she grabbed my hand with both of hers and pushed it down across her panties, pressing it into her crotch which rose to meet our fingers.  She continued to manipulate my hand and fingers, guiding me with her hands as her hips began a rhythm keeping time with our rubbing.  

   I could feel that things had changed, she was no longer a little girl down there, but not yet a woman, either.  To start with, her panties were slightly moist, not dripping wet by any means, but definitely moist.  I could also feel definition beyond the outer lips and tiny clitoris I remembered from years ago.  She continued to guide me, slipping her fingers between mine, intertwining them so that sometimes she touched herself through her panties. 

   Then suddenly as if satisfied with my progress, she let go of my hand, placing her hands on either side of her mons, fingers holding the crease formed where her thighs met her torso; letting me explore on my own.   I increased the area of my ministrations to include far down between her legs to her buns and inner thighs, occasionally brushing her fingers.  I could
feel her squeezing her thighs keeping time with her hips.  

   Her hips followed my motions as I rubbed and explored.  I took a minute to look again at her face.  Her eyes were now tightly shut, her mouth had fallen slightly open, pink lips revealing a mix of pearly white teeth, some looking a little too big for her mouth and others still obviously baby teeth; a few stray curls stuck to her cheeks; there was a sheen of sweat on her forehead.  Her breathing was growing more ragged and as she moved she began making almost inaudible little noises, not quite a grunt, softer and higher.  I was fully committed now, moving my hand as if one with her, oblivious to anything beyond the bed we shared.

   After a little while, her hands slid up to her hips, and with one motion, she raised up and pushed her panties down against her spread legs as far as they would go, using one hand to stretch the waistband down even further holding it there, giving me access to her bare vulva.  I complied with her unspoken request and moved my hand across her mons, running my
fingers down the outside of her lips, all the way inside her panties to her buns, then back up the middle, feeling it dip slightly into th opening of her vagina before tracing her inner labia and clitoris.  

   As I touched her clitoris, she groaned and pushed up hard against my fingers, so I pushed back and rubbed with a circular motion.  As I continued to rub, now concentrating in the middle of her vagina, across and around her clitoris, tracing down the hood to her inner lips, applying a little pressure at her vaginal opening, then down to her anus and back up to repeat my exploration, the motion of her hips became almost frantic. 

   She placed one hand on top of mine, not really guiding  or pushing but just following along with my motions, she released the waistband with her other hand, letting her panties partially cover our hands riding up and down as we stroked, resting the other hand back on her inner thigh, then stroking her inner thigh and bun, almost mechanically.  As I had raised up on my elbow, I was privy to a tantalizing viewpoint, one I had never seen before, able to watch my fingers, her hand riding on top of mine, pushing her panties down revealing skin as they split the cleft of her vulva and slipped out of sight on their way down between her legs.  I could almost make out the shape of her clitoris as we pushed past it.  I desperately wanted to abandon her side and slide down for a better look, maybe even pulling her panties off in the process. 

   But, I wanted to give her this moment more; lost in the feelings and the memories that we had built so long ago.  So, I stayed put, trying to ignore the fact that my arm under her head was falling fast asleep, tingling in protest.  At that moment, I felt her tense, so I concentrated my efforts on her clit, covering it with the middle of my finger and letting the rest of my hand cup her entire genital area, my middle finger pressing into her vagina, just inside the inner lips, resting at the opening.  

   She pushed up hard, suddenly bringing her legs together, pressing my hand tightly against hers in the clasp of her legs.  She moaned softly, not a long moan, but a series of repeated "m-m-m" sounds.  I looked down at her face and could see it was flushed, her eyes were closed tightly, neck muscles straining, her breath held as she pushed hard into my fingers.  In a moment it was over and I watched as she relaxed a rose colored flush spreading from her neck down to her chest.  This was something entirely new; before she had just drifted off to sleep as I fondled her.  This was an honest to goodness climax.

   I cupped her vulva firmly, waiting for the last sensations to drain away.  After a couple of moments, I extracted my hand gently.  Her hands followed, flopping on either side, she was still breathing deeply, recovering from the exertion, eyes closed.  I was immediately embarrassed by the scene, imagined looking at the door to see Tom or Carol standing there.  So, I pulled my aching arm from under her head, gently settling her onto the pillow and used both hands to pull her panties up and her T-shirt down.  

  "Stay, 'til I fall asleep," she murmured, grabbing at my wrist.  "I will honey," I whispered, overcome by strong feelings welling up in my chest.  This little girl was a treasure and her desire to be near me overwhelmed me for a moment.  The strong feeling mixed with a pang of guilt at what I had allowed to happen again.  I could actually feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes.  "Why don't you get under the covers so you don't get cold?" I whispered. 

   I tugged the covers aside and down, she shifted to allow them to pass underneath her, never opening her eyes as she slipped her feet between the sheets.  I pulled the covers up to her chin, turning the sheet over them and tucking them in all around her.  Impulsively, I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, then softly on each closed eye.  With that, I lay back down, slipping her head back down onto my still tingling shoulder.  

   She turned towards me and I could once again smell the strawberries in her hair and feel her breath on my neck.  She pulled one hand from under the covers and placed it against my cheek.  I was in heaven.  In what seemed like moments, I could hear her breathing slow, and deepen as she dropped off to sleep. 

   A little while later, my heart missed a beat when I heard footsteps creaking up the stairs.  With no time to extract myself, I decided to just lay there and hope for the best.  Carol appeared in the doorway and I looked at her with a sheepish grin, hoping that nothing looked amiss and that my expression gave nothing away.  

  Carol just smiled and walked to the side of the bed and sat on the edge.  "Well, everyone's finally gone.  I don't know if Hannah told you, but she really missed you after you left that fall," she said in a sotto voice.  "We didn't think we'd ever get her to go to sleep on her own, every night was a struggle complete with tears.  Then suddenly, she seemed to find her way and actually started reminding us when it was time for bed."   I was suddenly self-conscious and wondered if there was any sign of my recent arousal.  I had to stop myself from looking to see; force myself to keep eye contact with Carol.

   While I had gone limp at the first sound of footsteps on the stairs, I could feel dampness and prayed there wasn't a tell-tale wet spot. Fortunately my shorts were dark blue.  I just had to hope they were dark enough.  

   "When we told her you were going to visit," Carol continued, "Hannah seemed pensive at first.  Tom even wondered if she was so young when you were here that she'd forgotten you entirely.  Five years is a long time when you're a child, you know.  But, after a day or two, she drove us crazy, asking regularly how long it would be until you were here.  She even cleaned her room this morning without either of us telling her to.  You need to come more often," she added with a wry smile and a wink.  "Then early in the afternoon, she insisted on coming upstairs and taking a bath, even though both of us told her it would be hours until you arrived.  It was really cute.  Thanks for being willing to come up and tuck her in, I think it meant a lot to her."

   I smiled back at her, "I have to tell you that it was kind of awkward coming up here.  I was a little afraid of how it would look to your friends." Carol smiled and nodded.  I continued, "I wasn't sure what Hannah expected.  She's a different person than the little girl that I knew.  But, I guess it worked out.  I promised her I wouldn't leave until she was sound asleep.  She was adamant." 

   Carol sighed, "No one thought anything of it.  They all knew about your time with us and how close Hannah was to you.  As to letting her go to sleep on your shoulder, well, you always were a sucker for those blue eyes and spoiled her rotten, letting her take the lead, playing her imaginary games without complaint.  I think you've kept your promise, she's sound
asleep now".  

"You know," she continued, "since she's gotten older, she's such a sound sleeper sometimes I have to double check to make sure she's still breathing.  A few years ago she went through a phase where she wet the bed.  Tom or I would hear her crying and come up to find that she was still sound asleep, just crying because she was wet and cold.  We would strip her, clean her up and Tom would even pick her up and hold her while I replaced the sheets.  The next morning she would wonder how she came to have on a different night gown, even argue with us about wetting the bed, she had absolutely no recollection.  I wish I could sleep that soundly." 

   "I'll give her a couple more minutes, then I'll slip off to bed," I whispered.  "To tell the truth, I'm enjoying this.  Tonight was a walk down memory lane for me.  Except of course, I'll be sleeping in my own room this time," I finished with a chuckle.  Carol nodded and with a quick wave of her hand, stood up, turned and left the room, heading downstairs to bed.

   I lay back for a few minutes, concentrating on the sensations that had been re-awakened.  The lump in my throat was still there.  I felt a fierce desire to stay the night right where I was, but knew that I had to move over to the guest room.  I rose and began to slip out from under Hannah, as I pulled my arm out from under her head, she barely stirred.  I slid quietly off the bed, and she shifted slightly rolling onto her back drawing one leg up, covering the spot on the bed I had just vacated.  

  Carol's words came back to me, "She's such a sound sleeper these days..."  I was overcome with a desire to see what I had not been able to see when holding her, what I had never taken the liberty of seeing when she was little.  "What could
it hurt to take a little look?" I reasoned.  I felt more than saw the lights turn off downstairs and heard Tom and Carol's muffled voices recede as their bedroom door was closed.  That was all I needed to affirm my reasoning.

   I slipped onto my knees next to her bed and slowly lifted the covers, trying to leave them over her torso as the night air was cool coming through the screen by her bed.  I concentrated on the covers, just folding them back exposing the tops of her legs and up to her waist.  Her T-shirt had bunched up around her waist, exposing her thighs and panties.  She had pulled one leg up until it was almost perpendicular to the other, sole of her foot placed against the opposite knee.  I reached over and tentatively touched her inner thigh, listening for the slightest change in her breathing.  When I detected none, I took both hands and pulled the leg of her panties to one side, exposing her vulva. 

   Her skin was a pale white almost transparent, I could even see thin blue of veins tracing just below the skin.  As the cool air hit her bare skin, small goose bumps started to appear.  Her mons was almost flat and the angle of her leg had pulled her outer lips, slightly wrinkled and a little flushed from our recent activity, open slightly.  The pink of her inner
lips and clitoris were exposed, pushed together in the middle of the cleft formed by her outer lips.  I could feel myself start to harden as I looked at her, remembering her climax just a short time ago.  

   I slowly reached up with my other hand and while holding her panties to the side, used my thumbs to gently pull her lips open the rest of the way.  Her inner lips were definitely starting to develop and were folded together, covering her opening.  I used my index fingers to gently part her inner lips and could finally see her completely.  Her vagina was definitely
still undeveloped, maybe large enough to accommodate my little finger.  I could see farther in to what I assumed was her hymen.  I drew back, enjoying the view afforded.  Her bed clothes framed the picture, the blue of her panties pulled aside to expose the pale white of her skin, all the way to the pink center of her vagina.  

   My eyes traveled slowly up to her face, eyes gently closed in sleep, blond curls in halo around her head, her mouth making a perfect "o" pale pink lips parted, breathing softly.  She looked almost angelic and I was stricken with a jolt of guilt.  She had gladly given me access, trusted my touch to be gentle.  Our time together had already exceeded my wildest dreams.  I felt my face flush and quickly withdrew my hands and pulled the covers back over her, tucking her in, wishing I hadn't stolen that look.  I bent over her, and kissed her forehead one more time, "Sorry," I whispered, meaning it.

   I reached over and turned out her bedside light, covering the room in the kind of darkness only a place way outside of town can have.  I made my way down the hall by feel, dropped my shorts and shirt in a pile by the bed and climbed between the sheets in my boxers.  I lay there in the dark feeling bittersweet.  My time with Hannah this evening had been wonderful, but tomorrow loomed ahead, another day alone.  

   Our time together made me feel even lonelier.  I closed my eyes and began drifting off to sleep, images from the past hours drifting in and out of my mind, I could almost feel her breath on my neck as I slipped away...

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