
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.  Those experiences had a profound effect, and for the most part, I look back on them fondly.

Caring, fun, ecstasy is what I'm interested in, for all involved, or it's not worth doing or writing about. 

   Copyright (C)2008 by the author


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 and launched itself at me almost
knocking me down.  Hannah locked her arms around my neck, squeezing tight,
legs dangling in the air for a moment before wrapping tight around my waist.  After I
extracted myself from her enthusiastic embrace, 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.  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 elicited a true pout followed 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.  If you need som exercise, the wood pile is still by the garage," he finished wth a wink.  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, the one 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 ackward, 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 still 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 her
buns rise and fall 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 alongside 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 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 chest 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
between my fingers.

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 fingers 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 the open door, the people downstairs, 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, the tip of 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, suddenly 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 feelings 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 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.  Guilt has a funny way of focusing on the one thing, oblivious to what others are thinking, sure that whatever is causing the guilt is written in bold letters on our face.  Carol, of course was wrapped up in her own story and had no reason to suspect anything.

"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, and 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 my room," I
whispered.  "To tell the truth, I'm enjoying this.  Tonight was a walk down
memory lane for me.  Except of course this time, I'll be sleeping in my own room and my own bed, without waking up to find a little blonde imp has joined me in the middle of the night," I finished with a chuckle.  Carol nodded knowingly.  With a quick wave of her hand, she 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.

As I looked at her, 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 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, the 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 the thin blue lines
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, and used my thumbs to gently pull her lips open the rest of the way.
Her inner lips were 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 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, 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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