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Subject: {ASSM} Wynter 3: Mother's Helper 01/03 {Hoisington} (Mg rom ped inc cons 1st slow)
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                         WYNTER KING 3:
                     MOTHER'S LITTLE HELPER
                     by Russell Hoisington

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This is an erotic fantasy.  The characters and the situation are
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Thank you for your consideration.

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     This is a continuation of WYNTER KING 2: DADDY'S LITTLE
STUDENT, which in turn is a continuation of WYNTER KING:  DADDY'S
LITTLE NURSE.  The original stories are archived in my ASSTR web
site.  They are also stored in text (.txt) format, both as complete
stories and as smaller, multiple files at my FTP site.  The addresses
are:

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     http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Hoisington    (text format)
     http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Hoisington    (text format)

If you have read those, you can skip the following background.


                      Background:  Wynter 1

     Accident-prone Richard King's pretty blonde daughter, Wynter,
age eleven, wants to be a nurse. Shortly after he was immobilized
(again), Richard, talked his way out of the hospital early.  Shortly
thereafter, his wife, Angie, was sent to Europe for three weeks.  An
avalanche closed the mountain road to their isolated home and trapped
his resident nurse in town.  Wynter was forced to become her father's
nurse.  With his lower right leg and both arms and hands in casts,
Richard is totally dependent upon her.  But Richard has another
problem.

     An earlier accident left Richard with a vasectomy and damage to
the vas deferens that causes pain if his semen builds up for more
than a few days.  Wynter can't stand to see anyone in pain.

     Puberty causes a struggle between the emerging young woman and
the naive little girl, a perfectionist who wants desperately to act
not like a child but like a grownup nurse for her patient/father. The
situation causes a struggle between the dutiful father and his aching
need for relief.

     Wynter learned that handjobs would relieve his discomfort and
expanded her nursing duties.  Richard discovered that Wynter herself
has been aching with horniness caused by the hormones changing her
body, but that she had no idea what to do for relief.  Home schooled
and isolated much of the year, she had minimal contact with other
children throughout her life.  After his last handjob from her she
was expecting him to talk her through the steps of getting herself
off.  Richard, however, fell asleep.  Wynter decided to teach
herself.

     Discomfort caused Richard to awaken in time to partially
observe her first orgasm.  She came down from her orgasmic high and
saw he was awake. When she expressed her disappointment that because
of the casts on his hands, he couldn't masturbate her the way she
could do him, Richard hesitantly brought up the topic of oral sex.


                      Background:  Wynter 2

     Wynter learned to French kiss.  She decided that maybe oral sex
also wasn't as yucky as it sounded and agreed to try it.  It felt
even better than masturbation!  If oral sex felt better than
masturbation, then intercourse should feel even better than oral sex.

After a second session of sixty-nine she decided to find out and
began to lower herself onto his erection.

     Richard stopped her and, at first, resisted the idea.  He
finally agreed, but wanted to test whether she could stretch enough
to accommodate him.  He had her fetch his wife's collection of
vibrators and slowly insert them in order of increasing size. Wynter
was thrilled to discover that her father would fit and rode him to
two orgasms, one while making love and one while sport fucking him.

     With the road cleared the next afternoon, Nurse Ellen Carter
returned.  Doctor Kevin Taylor followed her and examined Richard.  He
removed the bandages from Richard's right fingers and two fingers on
the left hand.  When Wynter, accompanied by Dragon, her ever-present
black Labrador retriever, escorted him to the door he cautioned her
not to let Richard overuse the fingers.  He advised her to consider
medical school as well as nursing school and then left.

                               ---

     The low voices from her father's sick room sounded angry as she
approached the door.  The fur between Dragon's shoulders suddenly
bristled at the tone.  Nurse Carter had her back to the door as
Wynter entered the room.  Her father was lying back and looking at
the ceiling.

     "Daddy?  Nurse Carter?  Is something wrong?"

     "Something is VERY wrong, Wynter," Nurse Carter said, slowly
turning to face her.  "Your father can't seem to explain THESE." She
held out her hands.  One hand held the smallest vibrator. Pinched
between the thumb and forefinger of the other hand were three short,
thin, cornsilk curls.

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                           One of Eight

     Panic swept across Wynter's elfin features.  "Where... where...
where...?" she stammered as she flushed scarlet in embarrassment.

     Nurse Ellen Carter held the smallest vibrator forward.  "I saw
the tip of this sticking out between the nightstand and the wall.  It
wasn't there when I left because I had cleaned this room thoroughly,
and there were no dildos in here when I finished."

     <Dildos.>  Wynter added that to the list of words to put in her
notebook of "Sex Terminology" while she tried to remember how the
vibrator could have become stuck behind the nightstand.  She had
moved them from the rollaway table to the nightstand.  Later she was
picking them up to return them to her mother's dresser drawer. 
Dragon, who'd just had a drink from his doggie bowl, had stuck his
cold, wet nose to her naked butt.  She had jumped and dropped them. 
She had thought the noise would awaken her sleeping father, but he
was more unconscious than asleep. <Drat!>  She had been chastising--a
grown-up sounding word that she really liked--Dragon  while she
picked up the vibrators again and had failed to PAY ATTENTION TO THE
DETAILS like a good nurse would do.

     Nurse Carter pulled back the vibrator and pushed forward the
blonde pubic hair.  "I found two of these under your father's neck
and one under his leg.  I see you got around while I was gone."

     Wynter's father looked blurry through her streaming tears.  His
upper body was lying at a forty-five degree angle.  His eyes were
fixed on the ceiling and he looked very, very upset.  She knew he was
mad at himself because she had wanted to change his sheets before
Nurse Carter returned, but he had asked her not to.  He was blaming
himself for something that was all HER fault.  A good nurse would
have done what was BEST for her patient, not what he had wanted
because it was less work for her.

     Her father had wanted the oral sex, and the intercourse, too. 
She loved him, and she wanted to show him through the oral sex and
intercourse that she loved him.  And she had also wanted the sexual
activities.  But it wasn't what was BEST FOR HER PATIENT, or for her
father, IN THE LONG RUN.  A good nurse and a grownup would have done
what was best for the patient in the long run, but she had acted like
a spoiled, thoughtless child interested only in what was best for
herself at the time.

     Nurse Carter's voice rose and got much angrier and her face
turned very red as she shook the hair in Wynter's face.  "Jesus, I
thought he was in the good hands of a responsible nurse, not the
hands of a little slut!"

     Wynter felt the Labrador retriever's body pressing against the
front of her legs.  It vibrated with his growl, a deep, rumbling
noise that caused Nurse Carter to step back and almost fall onto the
bed.

     "Ellen," her father said in a quiet voice that still sounded
very angry, "if your attitude doesn't change immediately, Dragon will
eat your face, and even Wynter won't be able to stop him." Then his
voice softened and his eyes looked at Wynter with love that made her
heart ache for the trouble she had stupidly caused him.  "Wynter,
honey, take Dragon into the den.  Please close the door on your way
out.  Everything will be okay, I promise.  I'm going to have a little
chat with Nurse Carter, and she won't want to be disturbed until it's
over.  Please?"

     She nodded and wiped her flooded eyes with the back of her
right hand while her left closed around Dragon's collar.

     "I love you, honey...."

      Nurse Carter glared down at him over her shoulder and cut him
off.  "Is THAT how you talked her into your perverted...."

     "ELLEN!" he shouted, startling her into silence.  Dragon began
growling again, louder this time, and Wynter felt him pull forward a
little.  Then in a soft, almost gentle voice her father said, "Wynter
release his collar."

     She did.  Dragon didn't move and continued his low, rumbling
growl.  Through her tears Wynter saw the blurred white streak of his
teeth.

     Richard fixed the nurse with a hard stare.  "Now, Ellen, I
don't know with absolute certainly that he WILL attack if you raise
your voice at me again, but do you know with absolute certainly that
he WON'T?  You know as well as I do that he will attack if you raise
it at Wynter again."

     Nurse Carter seemed to collapse inward, like a party balloon
that was losing air.

     "Honey, everything's going to be just fine.  Nurse Carter
doesn't want you to hear what I'm about to tell her, so please go
wait in the den with Dragon.  She'll be along to apologize to you in
a little while.  You can have some cookies and milk if you want them.

Not too many this close to supper."

     She nodded and tried to say, "I love you," but her voice broke.

     Her father gave her that big warm smile that made her heart
feel much too big for her body.  "I love you, too, honey.  We won't
be long."

     She nodded again, wiped her eyes, and took Dragon's collar. 
Any other time he would have followed her out the door, but she
wasn't sure whether he would do so now.  He went out the door with
her, but his eyes never left Nurse Carter and his low growl did not
stop until Wynter closed the door.

     Wynter held her long blonde ponytail in one hand and threw
herself face down on the couch in the den, trying to control the huge
sobs that wracked her body.  How could she have been so childish and
caused such a huge problem for her father, who loved her with all his
heart, when all she wanted for him was to be the best grownup nurse
possible?  How could he still love her if she were such a huge
disappointment?  And how much more trouble would she cause him when
Nurse Carter told Mother?

     Dragon whimpered and sniffed her, looking for clues that would
explain her condition in terms his canine mind could understand. 
When he found none, he licked the hand covering her cheek, looked
over his shoulder to the hallway door, and growled softly.

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                           Two of Eight

     "Just what the fuck do you mean telling her that I'll 'be along
to apologize in a few minutes?'  I'm not the one...."

     "Ellen," Richard said in a gentle tone, "Dragon can hear you
from the den, and I can guarantee you that door won't stop him if he
wants in."  Actually, only the first half of that statement was true.

He couldn't GUARANTEE that the hollow-core door wouldn't stop Dragon,

but he would not bet money that it could.  " Wynter could hear you if
she weren't crying her eyes out, probably face down on the couch. 
You know how emotionally shaky she is because of puberty.  Your
attitude isn't helping one goddamned bit, and I won't allow it to
upset her any further."

     "YOU...."  She glanced at the closed door and forced her volume
control down, but in her fury construed his gentle tone as meekness.

"YOU won't allow it?  I won't allow YOU to abuse that girl any
further, you child-molesting son of a bitch!  I ought to call Larry
White to come put you under house arrest and get Wynter to safety
until I can get Angie back here.  What the FUCK were you thinking,
using her to get you off?  If the pain in your damaged vas deferens
was that bad, you should have told me and I'D have gotten you off."

     His grin, as if of triumph, took her aback, and she wondered if
he had divined her innermost thoughts.

     "Do you know who recommended you to be my nurse during these
at-home recuperations?"

     "Yeah," she snapped.  "Kevin Taylor.  What...."

     "No," he said, shaking his head.  "Kevin merely said you'd be a
good choice when I asked him about you."

     "What does that...."

     "Tommy Rosenbaum recommended you."

     "Who?"  Then she gaped.  "You know Tom Rosenbaum from
Pittsburgh?"

     "We were on the same committee for the Geological Society
several years back.  I'd been to his house a few times before the
divorce, and once or twice after.  But I didn't say 'Tom,' I said,
'Tommy.'"

     The color left Ellen's face and her arms fell to her sides. 
The strands of Wynter's pubic hair drifted to the floor. 
"T...--Tommy?  Oh, Jesus."

     "Tommy.  Doctor Rosenbaum.  He was--what?  Sixteen?  Fifteen
the first time?  The father AND the son for over two years?"

     "Tommy TOLD you?  And....  Oh, Jesus.  And Tom told you about
us?"

     "You look like you'd better sit down," he said and waited for
her to do so after she put the small vibrator on the night stand. 
"No, Tom didn't tell me the details of his divorce other than he'd
been caught with another woman.  Tommy finally told me who when he
recommended you for my home nurse.  He said that his father couldn't
have been in better hands, but that I should watch out because you
had dependency issues.  He said that it cost you your own marriage as
well, and that you'd tried to convince Tom to marry you.  He said you
left Pittsburgh as the price to keep Tom from filing a professional
complaint and charges against you.

     "Tommy knew about my injury and said that if I ever needed you
to relieve the pressure, that you wouldn't be satisfied with
providing just a handjob, and that things would slowly spiral out of
control.  He apparently did a couple of papers on you while earning
his psychology degree.  He also said you were the 'greatest piece of
ass' he'd ever had, although that was a personal opinion rather than
a professional one."

     Ellen Carter's pasty-white face slowly reddened, this time with
embarrassment.

     "I never planned to tell you I knew, but, Ellen, two things I
can't stand are hypocrites and somebody threatening my family, and a
threat to my marriage is a threat to my family.  Naturally I haven't
told anyone else.  In a small town, a secret like that won't stay
secret for a year, and it would be a lot harder for you to hide the
facts if you were forced to leave here than it was when you were
forced to leave Pittsburgh."

     She twisted her hands together in her lap.  "So, if I promise
to keep my mouth shut and just leave quietly, you won't tell anyone
about my past?  You'll trade your silence for mine?"

     "No."

     She stiffened, and Richard was struck by the similarity between
her face and Wynter's during one of his daughter's panic attacks.

     "I don't want you to leave.  You've overcome your past, and
you've established a good practice here, both as a private nurse and
at the hospital.  People admire you, respect you, and depend on you.

And I hear that Dusty Hughes has taken a fancy to you.  I have only a
few conditions besides the trading of silence.  Are you interested?"

     She sighed as if the weight of the world had been lowered onto
her shoulders.  "Do I have a choice?"

     "You always have choices, Ellen.  However, you have only one
good one."

                              -----

     "Wynter?"

     Dragon was standing and facing the door when Ellen entered the
room.  She had stopped just inside the door, waiting to see what the
dog would do.  He wasn't snarling or growling, but his muscles were
tensed and his eyes were fixed on hers.  It was a challenge, and she
responded by lowering her eyes from his.

     "Wynter?" she asked again.  "Don't cry.  I--I came to
apologize."

     Wynter sniffed and lifted her face from the couch cushion long
enough to sob,  "You aren't the one who was bad."

     "Yes, I was.  Wynter, you made a mistake, but  so did I, a long
time ago.  I am still mad at myself about that, and I took it out on
you.  That was another mistake I made.  Richard reminded me that we
can overcome our mistakes and continue to be good people.  Wynter, I
said some mean things to you and your father, things that I, of all
people, had no right to say.  I am truly sorry that I said them, and
I hope that you can forgive me.  If you can't, then I understand, and
I won't blame you.  But I do hope that some day you will be able to,
and that we can be friends again."

     Her head came up again.  "I..." [sniff] "I can forgive you. 
I'm not..." [sniff]"...a hypocrite."

     Tears suddenly streamed down both of Ellen's cheeks.  "Thank
God for that.   One of us is already too many."

     Wynter suddenly bolted upright, startling Dragon.  "Daddy! 
He's all by himself," she said, brushing away tears and wiping her
running nose.

     "He'll be okay for a little while," Ellen said.  "Can we sit
together and talk?"

     "But Daddy might need us."

     "Right now he needs us to be friends again more than he needs
anything else."  She began easing toward the couch, avoiding any
sudden movements and watching for any sign of displeasure from
Dragon.  "He explained a couple of your questions to me and said he'd
like me to help answer them for you, if you don't mind."

                              -----

     Dragon watched for any threatening sign as the tall human
female sat beside his short one.  They held each other and made sad
noises.  He didn't understand why they did this, but he did sense
that no threat to his human remained.  Dragon watched and listened,
trying to comprehend, unaware that the expression on his face was
very similar to that shown by his human male when he, too, was trying
to comprehend females.

--
Russell Hoisington
Copyright 2003

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