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Subject: {ASSM} Casey and me. (M/f incest pedo true) - Casey and me (mf incest pedo true).doc (1/1)
Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2003 08:10:03 -0400
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     The driver came onto the uneccessarily loud P.A. system on
the bus and announced that Miles and the rest of the passengers
would be arriving at the Calgary bus depot shortly. An abrupt
stop at an intersection had woke Miles from his nap a few minutes
prior to this announcment so he began packing his various
belongings he had out of his bag sitting in the seat next to him.
Doing so, he breathed a sigh of relief at the impending end to
the 12 hour bus ride to visit his grandparents.

    As the bus rolled into the loading platform the 17 year old
glanced at his watch which told him that it was exactly 11:00 am.
Early, he thought. Even though it was early, his grandmother saw
the bus with the title of her grandson's hometown and left her
van to where she was waited to greet him with.

     He dropped his bag and hugged the small woman then pulled
back and looked down at her teary eyes with his smiling face. She
returned the smile and she cried, "Oh my goodness! I haven't seen
you in so long! Look at how you've grown up! You're begining to
look just like your father."

   "Where's Papa?" he wondered.

    "Oh... you know him. He can't stand me when I haven't seen
one of my babies' babies for this long," she replied, wiping the
happy tears from he face with a tissue from her purse. 

    Miles chuckled as his grandma took up his bag. He followed
her to her van where she told him the passenger side was
unlocked, so he climbed inside.  His grandma closed back of the
van after placing his luggage in the storage area and she got
into the drivers side.

    The trip to Miles' grandparent's house was thankfully short,
but the two shared memories the whole way back. Then his grandma
sparked a bit of curiosity by teasing, "I've got a surprise for
you back at home!"

   After pulling into the driveway, Miles removed his bag from
the back of the van and walked to the front of the house while
his grandma locked the doors on the van. He jokingly rang the
doorbell, and he could hear his Papa inside speaking in a loud
voice to someone upstairs, "Your cousin is here!"

     The door opened and a smile from ear to ear formed on the
well built man's face.

    "Rudy," he questioned to his wife coming around the corner of
the house,  "who is this man?"

    They all laughed and big arms squeezed the boy with a bear
hug. Another hand removed the strap of Miles' bag from his hand
and his grandma wiggled to the side of them and through the
door.

    "How ya been Papa?"

    Miles could hear running footsteps upstairs.

    "Just great! How's your mother doing?"

    The footsteps reached the stairs.

   "She's fine. Just living day by day like the rest of us."

   "Good good, guess who's here!?"

     He didn't need to guess because the footsteps came running
up behind his Papa as he turned to reveal the young girl slowing
down to a jog toward him.

    "Surpise!" he could hear his grandma say while walking up the
stairs with his bag.

    "Miles!" she squeeked and laughed. Jumping with open arms,
she wrapped her elbows around his neck and another pair of arms
around her lower back swept her seemingly wieghtless body off the
floor and spun her around. She pushed back and looked at him with
her bight, green eyes. Miles bounced her up and in one motion,
quickly linked his fingers together and moved them down to her
bum to form a seat.

   "Holy cow, Casey, look at you! I haven't seen you forever! You
must be ten now, no?"

    "No I'm not you goof.  I'm seven!"

    "I know that silly. The last time I saw you, you were four.
Remember Christmas?" 

    Casey nodded exaggheratedly.

   "Let's go see what Papa's doing in the kitchen," he said
letting her slip through his arms and onto her feet. Just as soon
as they touched down, they were accelerating into the kitchen. 

   "He's making cookies and milk!" she said in a fading voice.

   He kicked off his shoes and closed the door behind him, then
followed after his cousin and Papa. His Papa was taking the milk
out of the fridge and started pouring it into the two glasses he
had out on the counter. Miles sat down at the kitchen table and
Casey pulled one of the chairs over to the counter so she could
reach the cupboard with the plates in it.

    She placed two small ones onto the counter but her grandpa
said, "your help is appreciated but you go have a seat with your
cousin."

   Miles was watching Casey standing on the chair reaching for
the shelf above her head. She was about three feet, seven inches
tall with top-of-the-neck length brunette hair that she held in
place across her forehead and out of her flawless face and green
eyes with silver brets. It swayed quickly in the back with her
swift motions. Coordinated arms led down to a torso sporting a
white t-shirt made of thin material that clung to her body,
showing every flowing curve and the subtle lumps forming her
undeveloped chest. Below her waist, her hips slightly widened and
flowed down long slender thighs and shining hairless legs. Tight
blue short shorts with pockets covered her round bum and were
just long enough as to hide the lines where her cheeks folded but
when she reached up to grab a plate, Miles could see those sexy
lines. When she bent down to place the plate on the counter her
hips widened more causing the material to rise and stretch
lengthwise. Then when she straightened her back to reach for
another, the material stayed up and revealed the lines even more
and simultaniously, her cheeks moved together causing another
sexy line to appear down the center of her backside. All-in-all,
she was a proportionally perfect and, to the right person,
attractive young girl. A girl one knew would grow to be a
beautiful woman.

    Of course she thought nothing of this, but over the past
couple of years, Miles had started taking a liking to girls
younger than himself. He started school a year late due to some
moving back and forth between divorced parents and custody
rulings. Regardless of being a year older, he wasn't doing too
well in school, having not applied himself at all in previous
grades but still being pushed along by the school system, he
found himself on his third time through ninth grade. He didn't
mind this fact because the people he was around knew he had
brains and his parents were the only ones who cared he was
failing. What they didn't know was that he was one of the
school's top suppliers' of weed, making sometimes over one
hundred and fifty dollars profit, daily, selling ounces to people
wanting a bit of profit, and nothing less than 20 sacks to people
who wanted smoke. Personally, he barely smoked any, unless to
test new stuff from different producers, and he never, ever, got
busted. Although he had money building up, he spent most of it
upgrading his computer with powerful, expensive parts on the
inside as not to draw attention to new belongings, and paintball
stuff that he concealed well away from mother, whom he was living
with. New clothes that were noticed by her, he told were lent to
him and wearing the same clothes in the future usually brought no
questioning. 

   He led an odd yet elite personallity, social yet quiet,
speaking words that he knew would fit the situation wittingly
without over-doing it. He had unique taste in music having an
appreciation for unique music like Nirvana and Tool, with a
dislike for rap, but otherwise kept up to date with underground
hip-hop and skilled freestyle MC's. Most people, other than
teachers liked him and he made an effort to stay on his mom's
good side, again, without over-doing it. He didn't wear
exhorbinantly expensive flamboyant clothing, but he didn't buy
stuff from Wal-Mart either, often sporting Eddy Baur cargos or
custom made sweatshirts with art made by talented graffiti
artists he knew, and his signature tan colored Polo hat with a
strap in the back that he always slightly crooked to the right
side. In school, if he wasn't thinking about his profession, his
attention was drawn to the good looking thirteen and fourteen
year old girls in his classes. They could tell he wanted in their
pants, but he wasn't overly assertive, rarely doing more than
inviting a couple of girls he knew were friends, over to his
house to drink and smoke up with him and his friends his age,
when his mom was gone. Sometimes his friends were the only ones
to get any, and if he did, there was everything but actual
fucking. The only girls he boned were fifteen and fourteen and he
didn't feel very accomplished because they'd already had their
share of experiences. He really enjoyed being the one giving the
pleasure though, moreso than recieving it. Inexperience was what
he desired. Thus, his goals were set on learning techniques and
pleasing younger and younger girls, growing an unprecidented
appreciation for the female body. 

   One night at a party held by one of the girls in Miles' grade
9 science class, he told her semi-good looking twelve year old
sister to who he knew had a thing for him, sneak upstairs into
her parents room, which was off limits, and watch a movie with
him. During the movie he managed to make her drink about three
ounces of Captain Morgan's mixed in Coke. Then he convinced her
to make out with him and let his hand roam up her shirt and feel
her young breasts. Before he left, he told her that if she said
anything to anyone, even her sister or mother, that he would make
sure that she would get it worse than he did. Not threatingly,
but just to make her understand that she drank willingly, not
even enough to actually get drunk, and not to mention,
she-let-him. Miles couldn't believe what he had done. He got home
at around 2:00am and just lay on his bed thinking about his
achievement and contemplating the potential.

   After that, he didn't really want to push his luck. He
understood what would happen to his social stature if word of
something like that got out, so he stuck with flirting with the
thirteen and fourteen year olds and looking through internet
newsgroups for hard to find quality pictures of girls twelve and
younger, often being disgusted by seeing forced sex with the
minors. It turned into a hobby for him but that goal was still
there. However, he never thought about the girls in his family.

   Eventually, his mom grew fed up with his lacking effort in
school, and his dad had already been through that, so she asked
her parents if Miles could stay with them while he looked for
work. They agreed and she shipped him off to Calgary. When his
grandma said she had a surprise for him back at home he
definitely didn't expect a surprise as pleasant as Casey...
 

      "Well son," the burley Papa said while removing the home
made cookies from the jar on the counter, "it's great to see you
again. You just settle in and get comfortable before you go out
lookin' for a job ya hear?"

     Miles delayed, then spoke meaningfully, "Thanks Papa."

     Casey moved the chair close to the corner of the end of the
table that Miles was sitting, and hopped onto the seat, smiling
at her cousin.

    "Hey you!" he said.

    Then his Nana came into the kitchen and took the glasses of
milk to the table and said to him, "Your uncle Ewan got a four
month employment contract on an oil rig off the coast of
Newfoundland so his baby is here to stay with us as well. She got
here a couple weeks ago but we wanted to keep it a surprise."

    Her father had it rough, moving from job to job, finally
residing in Edmonton at a job in a steel processing mill. He met
a woman named Elina who unexpectedly had Casey, so they got
married. Both suffering from financial instability and crappy
jobs, Evette aquired a drinking problem. Ewan found out she was
drinking after he told her to stop, and on top of that, he
learned that she was taking large doses of some medication she
had with alcohol. He didn't want her around their daughter if she
was going to continue defying him so he had the court issue a
restraining order against Elina, cancelled her prescription, and
told her it would not be lifted until she completed 24 weeks of
rehabilitation. No amount of her yelling could change the
conclusion, so she didn't go, despite many phone calls from her
perole officer and visits from the police when she would
continuously harass Ewan and demand to see her child, she did
nothing to benefit herself. No one really knew for sure, but it
seemed logical to believe that she understood that she was never
going to see Casey again, sending her into a spiral of depression
and causing her to purposly overdose on a large amount of alcohol
and some other prescription drug that was linked to a friend.
Losing his job but quickly being hired in a place so obviously
unsuitable for a seven year old girl, he was forced to ask his
quite financially stable parents to care for the only thing he
had left that truly mattered to him.

   "I'm no baby!" Casey protested.

    The stout lady leaned forward, kissed Miles on the forehead
and placed her forearm across his shoulders, "I've missed you
guys so much and I'm so glad you can both be here at the same
time."

   "You know I love you too Nana, so if theres anything you need
or want me to do, just tell me."

   "Oh Miles, don't you worry about a thing. Just do me a favor
and keep this bundle of energy occupied will ya?" she questioned,
nudging Casey with her hip. "You know just as well as I do this
old bag of bones hasn't a hope in keeping up with her!"

    "Your not old Nana," the girl childishly commented.

    The other three chuckled and her grandma turned to kiss her
forehead as well, then said, "I don't know what I'd do without
you, dear."

   The 67 year old sat in the chair on opposite to Casey whilst
her husband served the plates of cookies, then sat down himself.

   "So what do you kids want to do today?" he asked.

   "Can we go swimming at the pool?" Casey pleaded with a
mouthful of cookie.

   Her grandma intervened, "Ask your cousin- after you finish
chewing."

   There was silence, then Casey burst out, "Can we Miles? It's
so fun! There's a waterslide and everything!"

   "If you want to. I brought my shorts." Miles cracked a smile
at her wondering what she looked like in a bathing suit rewarded
by his cousin's gleeful expression.

   "Then thats settled," their Papa began, "you guys eat up and
I'll drive you to the pool whenever you're ready." 

    The two ate the chocolate chip cookies their grandmother made
and drank their milk. Miles' Papa showed him to his room and a
dresser to put his clothes in, so Miles made room in his backpack
for the towel his Nana put on his bed and the underwear he was
wearing which he replaced with his shorts. Meanwhile, Nana was
helping Casey change into her swimsuit and pack her goggles and
towel in the other spare room. When they were all packed and
ready, they assembled at the front door to put their shoes on and
disembark to the recreational center downtown.

    They both got into the back seat of the van and Papa got into
the front seat while their Nana stayed home. The group arrived at
around 1:30pm on a tuesday, where Miles stated how little cars
were in the parking lot. He hated being around masses of moving
people. The trip to the pool was only ten minutes or so, and when
they arrived their Papa gave Miles a piece of paper with their
phone number and some money, and told him to phone him whenever
they were ready to come home. They agreed and jumped out of the
van, Miles chasing after the spunky girl to the front desk.

   "And how old are you?" the cashier asked.

   "I'm seven, and he's..."

   "Seventeen," Miles continued.

   "Ya! Seventeen."

   "That's.... three dollars for you and two-fifty for her, so
five-fifty, please."

   He handed her the ten that his Papa gave him and she gave him
change, but Casey had already headed for the change room labeled
'Ladies'.

   "Casey," she stopped and looked back at Miles walking into the
'Family' change room, "I can't go in there 'cause I'm a boy."

   She understood and followed her cousin through the door he
held open for her.

   Miles tailed after her into the empty room full of lockers
where she placed her backpack on the bench and began getting
undressed by akwardly removing her t-shirt, revealing the light
purple swimsuit top covering her assets. He nonchelantly watched
her bend over with her back facing him, again, the purple bottom
wedging itself between the fold in her nicely rounded seat. He
pulled off his shoes, then switched to the shorts he had under
his pants and stuffed both of their things into a locker and
followed the girl to the showers where they both rinsed and
proceeded to the pool area where only a few people were scattered
in the various areas of the facility.

   Casey walked hastily to the stairs of the waterslide,
following the 'no running'  rule and yelled to her cousin before
he dived into the deep end, "Watch me!"

   The boy dove, and by the time he surfaced she was at the top
of the big flight of stairs where she was searching for him. When
she saw his head pop up, she waved and Miles watched her
sillouette speed down the swirling tubes, then pop out of the end
to run and splash into the pool where she swam to her cousin
floating on his back. 

   Her hair was darker and matted but the water made her wide
eyes shine even more. "Did you see me?!"

   "Yeah you were going fast," he replied and said, "let's see
you go again."

   "Come with me, it's fun!" she suggested, grabbing his hand and
pulling.

   Miles rolled his eyes, but wanted to keep her happy so he swam
to the edge of the pool with Casey in his wake, and pushed
himself out of the water.

  The girl reached the edge and Miles held out his hands for her
to grasp, then lifted her dripping body out of the water. Still
holding her left hand, she led him up the stairs to the open tube
where water flowed out of holes at foot level.

   "Do you wanna go together?" the lifeguard asked.

   Casey answered before her cousin could.

   "Yeah!" she said, and sat the flowing water, holding herself
in place on the bar on the top of the tube, looking back, waiting
for her cousin to sit behind her.

    He did so, sliding up against her backside with his legs
apart and wrapping his hands around the waist band of her purple
swimsuit bottom. Maybe this wasn't so bad, he thought.  She let
go and the water pushed the two into the increasing incline of
the weaving waterslide.

   "Weeeee!" she exclaimed.

   During the ride, Miles pulled her a bit closer knowing she
wouldn't really notice and smiled to himself. She laughed,
apparently for a different reason, rising from side to side
before hitting the small area of water at the end of the slide.

   "See! Wasn't that crazy?" she asked.

    Standing up, stepping over the edge of the slide and hoping
to get a smile out of her he said, "That was pretty cool."
Success.

   "Do you like swimming?" he asked and lifted her up with his
arms under the her legs and back.

   She laughed and replied with the obvious answer as her cousin
carried her to the edge of the pool.

   "Good." He rocked her back and she screached, realizing her
mistake and getting  lobbed into the water.
   
    She didn't seem to appreciate it much but Miles was laughing
loudly. Again, he bent down and helped her out of the water, then
to lighten things up he told her, "Go again and I'll watch you
from the hot tub."

   Casey's facial expression changed from a dull, wet-dog look to
a wide smile that agreed and sped up the stairs to the opening of
the water slide. Meanwhile, Miles walked over to the frothing,
empty hot tub, and slipped into the relaxing warmth where watched
his cousin wave to signal she was ready to do the same thing over
again.

   After the quick trip down the tube she came over to where
Miles was cooking in the swirling water and stepped down the
stairs slowly.

   The sudden change in temperature made the sound of air being
sucked through teeth leak from Casey's mouth.

   "Nice and warm eh?"

   She nodded with her eyes closed, then sat next to her cousin,
but the seats were low and the water was at her lips so she stood
up, turned and kneeled on the seat facing the back with her
elbows resting on the top.

   Miles took some of the foam, stuck it to his chin and cheeks
and bumped Casey in the side with his elbow. She looked over and
cracked up when he started going "Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas."

   "You having fun?"

   "Ya. Sometimes Nana comes with me and sits up there and reads
her book while I play in the pool." she pointed to some bleachers
that were built on top of the weight room and lifeguard office
with stairs leading up to them. 
   
   "Thats cool. We can go to the consession afterwards and have
french fries if you want to."

   "Really? I like french fries with lotsa salt and ketchup."
   
   "Yeah me too." he stated, thinking about something he watched
a girl do in a video on his computer.

   "Hey Casey, want me to tell you a secret?"  

   She nodded again.

    He looked down at the water jet spraying between them and
said, "See where the bubbles and water spray out of the hole down
there?"

   A nod.

   "Move back a bit."

   She walked backwards on her knees to the edge of the seat.

   "Trust me." he said looking into her eyes and giving her a
look as to not hide anything. He calmly placed his left hand on
her left knee and his right hand across her back onto her right
side and pulled her over so the jet was spraying onto her navel .


   Casey allowed him to move her, linking her hands to the back
ledge of the hot tub and showing her teeth when the water tickled
her tummy. At the same time, Miles had pulled her left knee away
from the other one, then removed his hands from her body.

   "Now, pull yourself up a little but only do this when no one
else is in the hot tub." He waited, then Casey looked down and
her purple swimsuit top steadily rose out of the water causing
the constant flow of water to move lower.

   She sat in that position for a few seconds, the smile changed
to an open mouth with a blank expresion staring at where this new
feeling was eminating.

   Miles leaned his face close to her ear and practically stated,
"It feels good doesn't it?"

   He raised his eyebrows inquisitivly and smiled.

   The girl looked over at him and nodded twice more. She looked
at him with a preoccupied gaze, then looked down again and arched
her small hips a little closer to the source, holding herself
still again. Miles could almost feel the energy in the water of
the tension building up inside her. 

   Then, without warning, a lifeguard approached and interrupted
by saying, "She can't stay in here much longer. The water is
pretty hot so just a few more minutes 'kay?" Apparently not
paying attention to what the two were up to.

   Casey pushed away from the ledge when the woman pulled her out
of her trance, and Miles looked up only to see 'Lifeguard'
written on the back of her shirt when she continued her routine
patrol, not even waiting for an answer, so he looked back at
Casey.

   "I liked that secret, Miles." she said quietly. She had
already been looking at him from under slightly raised eyebrows
and smiling slightly.

   Miles leaned forward onto his knees and could see her hand
move through the bubbles underwater to the spot between her legs
where the pleasure slowly faded.

   "I thought you might."

   The girl placed her hands on Miles' shoulders and he returned
the affection with a hands on her waist.

    He continued, speaking softly, "There are other things I can
show you if you really want me to, but this has to stay just
between me and you, ok?"

   "But why? It's so nice." She did seem confused.

   He tryed to put it in terms she could understand, "Because I
love you, but it's another kind of love. Nana and Papa do things
that make you happy because they love you and you can share that
love with others, and I've been trying to make you happy because
I love you that way too, but I want to make you feel good where I
just showed you, and thats a special kind of love that only two
people share."

  Miles could tell she was beginning to understand a little more,
but until he could personally show her what he meant, there was
little else he could explain.

  "The way I just showed you is how to make yourself feel good
without doing anything, but there is more to it than that. I know
things that I can do to make you feel much better than that when
we have privacy at home."

  She stared intently.

  "I want to love you both ways, and I only can if you let me. I
can't force this on you."

  "You don't have to force me. I really liked it alot."

  "Do you understand what I mean, though? That's a private place
and I will only teach you more if you want me to."

   Casey paused for a few moments. She remembered when she was
younger, her Dad and Nana told her the same thing and to never
let anyone touch her there without her permission, but this was
all new to her. Although she didn't know what to say, and she
didn't know what was to be taught, she felt that this was a good
thing and was starting to agree.

   Before she could say anything, her cousin spoke again, "If you
want to learn more but don't know what to say, don't worry. Just
promise me that you will keep this just between us ok?" 

   She thought for another moment, then said, "I promise." 

  "By saying that, you are telling me you trust me, and that is
the most important thing of all."

   His words struck so much meaning in the young girl's heart and
her green eyes were as bright as ever, willing to do what it took
to understand this new kind of love. They didn't hug or kiss or
speak anything more of the subject, just stayed eye to eye for
the perfect moment that Miles realized this fact, and that he
didn't just want to get his hands on her, but he truly felt that
he wanted to make her understand herself more without suddenly
doing anything she didn't feel comfortable with. He wanted her to
love him the way he wanted to love her. And, because she was so
young, it made it so blissfully simple. 

   Miles broke the pause.

   "Wanna go have some french fries or would you rather stay a
bit longer?" he asked.

    It was kind of a trivial question. Casey hit the slide a few
more times while Miles watched, floating on his back in the pool
and thinking. He watched her from the sauna, jumping off the
diving boards and the highest tower that even he wouldn't
attempt. They messed around on a big floating foam log together,
and he taught her how to dive, adding a total of about an hour
and a half to their stay. By then it was close to 3:30 and kids
were showing up after school was out so they got out. The family
change room had quite a few people coming and going and no
private change  rooms so the two showered off the pool water with
their bathing suits still on. Miles changed from his shorts to
his underwear under his towel due to the prying eyes of naked
moms with wailing babies. He could never understand the purpose
of bringing a baby into the pool other than to let it pee in the
water, but he figured, thats why they have a baby pool. Casey on
the other hand simply dried off, and by the time her skin was
dry, so was her bathing suit so she just threw her clothes on
over top and put the brets back in her hair after she stood under
the low, wall mounted blow dryer next to her cousin under the
high one. Unfortunately when they left the change room, they
found the consession was closed, but it was nearing dinner time
anyway so they split a pop from the vending machine while they
waited for their Papa to pick them up. On the ride back, Casey
sat next to her cousin, under his arm.

   Papa asked the two, "Did you guys have fun?"

  "Yeah! There was nobody there so I didn't have to wait at all
to go on the slide or anything."

  "That's good."

  "This psycho jumped into the water off of something like 25
feet high." Miles commented.

  "Well! Thats higher than the roof of the house!"

  "Wow, really!?" she didn't even realize and was quite impressed
with herself.
 
   When they got back, Papa gave Miles a tour of the house and
had an early dinner. After dinner Casey changed into a set of
purple pyjamas with white sheep on them and they watched a movie
that they all enjoyed except for Miles who personally detested
anything on a television screen, but with nothing else to do
except study the massive Warhammer rulebook, he occasionally put
it down to watch TV with the family. Nana and Papa announced they
were off to bed at around 9:30, and Casey had already passed out
on the couch so her cousin carried her up to bed where their
grandparents did the rest. He ditched his clothes and  was asleep
almost as soon as he got under the comfortable douvet on his very
decent bed. A day to remember, he thought.

    Early the next morning, his Nana came into his room and
brushed her hand across his short hair as to wake him up without
actually waking him up then said, "Good morning. Your Papa and I
have to go into town and do some things and get some groceries so
we'll be back around lunch time. It's 9:00 now but, you can go
back to sleep if you want, just know that your cousin should be
up soon. She'll show you were the food is."

  He smiled at the warning with sealed eyes and went back to
sleep. Before long, he was awakened by someone cautiously
climbing on his bed to position herself over his abdomen. He kept
his eyes closed and waited for her to make her move. A finger
agitated the hairs on his neck below his ear then he sprung his
trap. His arms under the blankets rose and wrapped the thick
blanket completely around the small girl, then lifted her onto
his shoulder where he held her by the legs facing backwards and
stood up. She screamed and laughed and ordered him to release
her, but he carried her downstairs and flung her onto the couch
with big cushions in the living room. When she pushed the shroud
away from her gleaming face, her cousin was on an intercept
course to kiss her forehead and wish her a good morning. He
proceeded to the kitchen with the walking mass of white blanket
behind him where it sat down at the kitchen table.

   "So, my not so sleeping beauty, wadda ya feel like for
breakfast?"

   "Cheerios! They're in that cupboard." she pointed.

  He opened the cupboard cringed at the bland looking circles on
the yellow box, but noticed pancake mix right next to it, so he
asked, "Would you rather have pancakes?"

  "Ok! I had pancakes for lunch the day I got here."

  "Lucky you."

   He followed the directions on the box to make six cakes while
his cousin, still wrapped in the douvet stood and watched quietly
on the other side of the counter. The meticulous chef produced a
perfect batch of big pancakes that they devoured at the kitchen
table. When they were finished, he rinsed the plates and sat down
next to the girl in the living room watching cartoons with the
blanket spread out over her and the couch. She generously moved
one side of the cover onto his legs, which he accepted and pulled
up over his shoulder to have Casey snuggle up next to him.

   "Thanks for making pancakes Miles." she said politely.

   "Thanks for enjoying them."

   The two watched the Road Runner show. A cartoon that even the
television critic got a kick out of, but when the thirty minute
show was over, there was a barrage of commercials, so both of
their minds were away from the television. Miles thought for a
second, then waited for a commercial he knew she wouldn't care to
be drawn away from.

   "Casey?" she was looking at the television but her attention
was on him.

   "Ya?"

   "We have privacy now. Do you want me to show you more about
what we talked about in the hot tub yesterday?"

   She didn't know what to say except, "Do you want me to change
into my bathing suit?"

   "No," he laughed, "lets go sit in Papa's chair. You can still
watch TV."

   He stood up and took the big blanket over to the reclining
chair, pulled the leg rest up and patted the space on the cushion
between his legs. She climbed over the arm of the chair into the
space and helped spread the blanket over them. Then she leaned up
against Miles' chest who drummed on her bare stomach where the
button-up front of her pyjama top had slid up when she sat down.
She giggled and didn't seem to mind his hands that remained on
her smooth skin.

  "Casey, remember how I said I can't love you that way unless
you let me?"

  "Ya."

  "Did you understand that?

  "Sorta. What do you want me to do?" 

  "All you have to do is trust me, and you've already proven you
can do that. Remember how good what I showed you felt?"

  "You want to make me feel like that again?"

  "I want to make you feel better than that, but you have to
understand, that means it won't be water this time. It means
using my hand instead. Just believe me when I tell you; in the
end, you will feel better than you have ever felt before." 

  "It's ok, I trust you."

  "Hearing that makes me so happy. If want me to stop just say so
and I will."

   "Ok."

    Miles calmly lowered his right hand over the button fly of
her pyjama bottoms with his fingers pointing down, lower, barely
feeling the contours of her young outter lips under the material
of her pants and panties. As he did this, her sockless feet moved
to the edge of the foot rest, bringing her knees up and
instictivly moving them apart. Then he moved his hand back up and
down again, lightly sliding the fuzzy cotton over her labia. Her
legs twitched a bit and she giggled again. He repeated this
action a couple more times, then found the top of the small fold
with his middle finger and applyed a small amount of pressure,
beginning to move the tip in tiny circular motions.

   Casey placed her hand on the hand doing the moving, so he
stopped.

   "Want me to keep going?"

    She nodded so he continued and added some preasure. Her hand
stayed on his. After a minute or so he increased his pace.

   "It feels better underneath your pants," he said without
stopping, "but I can just keep doing this if you want."

   Her hand moved off of Miles' and the other one came up to undo
the button.

   "I'll do that. You just watch TV." 

   She let him under all four buttons and slip his finger back to
where it was and underwear was not, this time actually contacting
her supple, hairless, vagina. He massaged her clitoris hood very
slowly for another few minutes and progressed by wiggling his
finger between the fold.

   Miles felt her little muscles push out at the stimulation and
she spoke, "That tickles."

   "I'm sorry." he paused.

   "It's ok, its a good tickle." 

   He continued, a little less aggitation though, feeling the
bottom of the fold and the miniscule amount of fluid she must
have pushed out. So, he used this to his advantage by gathering
what he could and using it as a slippery barrier between her
clitoris and his finger that slowly slid up and down on it.

  "See what I mean?" he asked.

  "I like that."

  He kept going but the fluid started to absorb and lubrication
was fading.

  "Want it to be slippier?" 

  "Kind of." 

  His hand raised to his tongue and pushed the blanket over
Casey's knees on the way. The taste of her moistness was faint
and was replaced with a little saliva. As he did this, she lifted
her bum and pushed her pants up to her thighs then watched his
finger return to where it created more pleasure with the same,
slight up and down motions. Casey's attention was no longer on
the TV and niether was Miles'. Now he could actually see his
finger on her perfection from over her shoulder. It was like silk
on his finger tip. His pressure and pace increased very little
and he kept repeating the same motion soon having a little more
of her slick liquid to work with. It didn't take much more
rubbing before he could feel the the muscles start to push out
then suck in repeatedly, and he heard Casey suck in a big breath
then her legs spastically jumped closed. He slowed down
significantly but she pulled his hand away, spread her legs again
and gawked at the incredible feeling coming from the throbbing
area. With his hand out of the way, he could see the lower
stomach muscles contract then her hand replaced his but just
tryed to hold this pleasure inside her most prescious place for a
few moments.

   Miles whispered, "That's why I wanted to do this, Casey. When
I do it to you, it's showing you how much I love you that way."

  "I've never THAT good before. That was sooo nice."
  
  "I'm glad. You know, there are many other ways that I can make
you feel even better than that, but you probably wouldn't want me
to do the one I know."

   "Why not?" she pleaded for an answer.

   "Because I would have to kiss you down there."

   She kind of paused for a second and said, "I pee out of there
Miles. You touched me with your hand but you can wash your
hands."

   "I'll run you a bubble bath so you can clean there if you
want."

   Casey twisted in a strange way and looked at Miles eagerly,
"Really! I love bubble baths." 

   "Well if you want me to kiss you there I will. I'll wash your
hair too."

   "Can we now!?"

   "If you want to."

   She quickly lifted her backside again and pulled up her pyjama
bottoms, fumbling with the buttons. Miles did up the top one and
told her it would hold them up until she got in the bath. Then
she clambered over the arm and gathered the blanket to take
upstairs, Miles following her, but he continued past the stairs
and down the hall into the bathroom that his Nana made look
exceptionally nice. While he ran the bath to just the right
temperature for her sensitive skin, he thought of how please he
was at Casey being so open to all of this. He doubted that if she
wasn't family she would trust him as much as she did now. He
could hear her come thumping down the stairs and down the
hallway. 

   When she came into the bathroom she asked, "Can you put lots
of water in? Nana never lets me put any cuz she thinks I'll drown
or something."

   "I'll be here with you so I see no problem with filling it up
for ya."

   "Thanks!" she squealed, and began to hastily unbutton her
top.

   Her big cousin observed, sitting on the toilet waiting for the
water to fill the tub. She pulled the front open and revealed her
small nipples on her flat chest and slid the top off her arms. 

   "Where are the bubbles?" he asked the topless girl who replied
by turning and dropping onto her knees to open the cupboard with
various bottles in it. She grabbed one and handed it to him, then
stood with her back to him, to undo the single button holding up
her bottoms. Still, Miles watched quietly as the cotton pants
fell to her ankles and uncovered her shapely bum and legs, taking
note of how great the entire package looked to him. 

   "You are very pretty you know." he complimented the now
unclothed girl who turned towards him and thanked him, smiling
shiley.

   Looking at her beautiful face, he returned the smile. He
flicked open the top of the bottle in his hand and squeezed a
generous amount of the bubble liquid into the churning water to
produce a frothing effect.

   She just stood there staring at the multiplying bubbles, the
water still rising.

  "You can get in if you want."

  She glanced over, then quickly stepped into the bubbles and sat
down.

   "It's not too hot is it?"

   "It's just right," she said.

   When Miles could hear the water running into the hole under
the tap, he shut the water off. Casey was sliding in circles
crosslegged then blew a handfull of bubbles into the air. She
seem to be enjoying herself so Miles went and got his book from
the living room and read a few pages in the bathroom. His cousin
frolicked and splashed, having a grand time. 

   "Will you wash my hair now?" she asked while leaning up
against the outside edge of the tub. She looked over her shoulder
with her foam covered back facing Miles.

   He closed his book and placed it on the back of the toilet,
then grabbed the shampoo off the side of the bathtub. Squeezing
some of the soap onto his hand he suggested Casey wet her hair,
so she cleared a space in the bubbles, leaned forward and dumped
sudsy water on the back of her head with cupped hands. Her cousin
knelt behind her and glided his soapy hand from the front of her
hair to the back and gently lathered and massaged the soap into
her scalp for a couple minutes. 

   She simply sat there, enjoying his fingers in her hair so he
asked, "Aren't you going to wash yourself too?"

   "I want you to do that."

   He was surprised at her answer, but he agreed. He scraped some
of the lather off her head and used it to wash her shoulders,
arms, and back then slipped his hands between her arms and waist.
His palms spread the thick foam up her stomach and over her
chest, tickling her buds and moved back down to her outter thighs
of her crossed legs, up to her knees and down her inner thighs to
her flower under the surface of the warm water. The index finger
went to the left, his middle finger down the center, and the
finger beside it went to the right, sliding down effortlessly,
transmitting the every tiny detail of her entire outter vagina
and inner lips. He slid up and down a few times to cleanse the
area while his cousin looked down, obviously enjoying it,
although she could see nothing.

    Miles figured that was enough for now so he reached over and
pulled the plug holding the water back. He stood up and Casey did
the same, standing there with soap suds coating her body and
hair. Then he turned the water back onto a decent temperatire and
pulled the shower head out of its slot and clicked the valve on
the tap, causing a rain of water to disolve a section of bubbles
in the tub. The spray directed itself to the girl's front and
revealed the smooth skin under the foam on her chest, also
causing yet another chuckle to emit from the girl's mouth as he
sprayed the soap off her sensitive area.

  "There is still soap in there," his finger pointing at the
fold, "you have to pull it apart. Gently though."

   Again, something new. She didn't even know there was more to
the area when she pushed her feet to the sides of the tub and
slowly pulled her outter lips open with her index fingers. She
looked at the other parts she never really noticed for a second
and could see where the suds were hidden, then the spray moved
onto her stomach and warm water ran between her legs rinsed them
away. Casey laughed and allowed the flesh to return to its
natural position while the rain lowered and rinsed the foam away
from her inner thighs.

   "Now lean forward and close your eyes so I can rinse your
hair."

   She did as he said and so did he, gave the shining girl a
final rinse, then threw a towel over her head and dryed her hair
vigorously. He allowed her to step out onto the bath mat and let
him dry the rest of her.

    "I usually bathe myself you know," she stated, the towel
absorbing the water all over her body, "I mostly have showers."

    "I do too. You are old enough, so I'm not surprised. I don't
mind bathing you though. Your skin is very nice," he pulled the
towel away from her ankles and she flashed a smile at him. The
young girl appreciated the simple, yet meaningful compliments he
gave her. 

   "If I were you, I wouldn't ask me to bathe you around Nana or
Papa. They know your old enough too and I'm not supposed to. I'm
only doing this for you because they aren't here, so if they ask
why your hair is wet you have to say you had a shower ok?"

   "Ok," she smiled and understood.

   Then he wrapped the towel around her, gathered her clothes,
and followed her up to her room to find the towel on the floor
and the naked girl looking for some panties to wear in her
dresser. She held out some pink ones with red hearts on them,
waiting for his opinion.

  "You may as well put those on," he said looking down the hall
at the clock that now read 11:30 am, "Nana and Papa said they
will be home soon and we are supposed to keep this a secret so
lets save this for later ok?"

   Casey silently agreed and stepped into her underwear, then
pulled them up so the crotch wedged carelessly between her pud. 
She turned and searched for a shirt in the lower drawer, at the
same time displaying a nice back view to the boy who stood
leaning against the door frame and when she found something nice,
whirled around with a green tank top.

   "I like that one." he said, so she slipped it over her head
and arms quickly but akwardly, then pulled out some white ankle
socks from the top drawer. 

  She jumped onto her bed and climbed over to sit on the edge
facing her cousin so she could put the socks onto her feet. 

   "Do still want me to?"

   "It's not gross anymore. Even you cleaned me there."

   "Well, if you can stay awake until after Nana and Papa go to
bed, I will."

   She agreed with the incentive, and pushed herself backwards so
her heels were resting on the edge of the bed about a foot and a
half apart with her hands behind her supporting torso.

   He questioned the half-dressed preteen, "Are you just gonna go
around like that then?"

  "Don't you like my undies?" 
   
   She brought her feet up and spread her knees further, placing
her hands on the waistband and looking at them, then back up to
her cousin.
 
   "They are very pretty," she smiled, "but maybe you should put
some pants on for when Nana and Papa get back, then we can do
your hair."

   Miles walked over to her dresser and pulled out the bottom
drawer to look for some decent pants for her. When he found some
blue short pants that contrasted with her green shirt, he asked
what she thought of his choice.

   "Those are my favorite!"

   He pushed the drawer closed with his foot and playfully tossed
her the finishing touch to put on. The cuffs of the ankles pulled
up past her shins and she zipped up the front and did up the
button. Then she led Miles back to the bathroom where he hung the
towel and combed her hair the way she had it the day before. She
replaced the same silver brets that held her hair in place, both
of them looking in the wall mirror at the respectable picture
they bothed help create.

(I have been putting my memories together over the course of
about a month, just writing whenever I feel like it. Again, if
you think I should continue, let me know and I will. Writing this
for myself is selfish, so if I don't hear anything from anyone,
I'll probably delete it. My email is at the top. -Thanks guys [or
girls] )


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