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                               WYNTER
                       by Russell Hoisington
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This is an erotic fantasy.  The characters and the situation are
purely imaginary, and this story is NOT intended to be a guide
for actual behavior.  Any similarities between this story and
actual people, or actual events that you should be ashamed of,
are purely coincidental.  If it is illegal in your part of the
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or if you don't like sex stories, then stop now.

This story is copyright 2003 and 2005 by Russell Hoisington.
Please do not remove the author information or make any changes
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definition, not yours or anyone else's.

Thank you for your consideration.

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This is a 2005 revised version of the story with errors corrected
and with a new chapter added to PART THREE:  MOTHER'S LITTLE
HELPER.

                               WYNTER
                             PART THREE:
                       MOTHER'S LITTLE HELPER

                            Four of Nine

      Richard heard Ellen moving about.  He glanced at the clock.
She was an early riser and must have been up for at least an
hour.  She was also overdue with his morning pills by about
fifteen minutes.  She wouldn't wait much longer.  He suspected
that was the reason he had heard her.

      He nuzzled his chin across the top of the blonde head lying
on his chest.  After the anticipated and drawn-out apologies for
being selfish and not sharing her talent with him, she had asked
if she could sleep in his room.  It was his little girl who had
asked, and there was no "sexual activity" as she would call it.
She had offered to bring in her sleeping bag, but he knew she
needed the physical contact.  They had both needed it, and he
again became her mattress.

      He rubbed her head with his chin again.  "Morning, honey."

      She seemed to take a moment to realize where she was, then
lifted her head and gave him a heartwarming, if still sleepy,
smile.  "It's your fault," she said.

      "What's my fault?"

      She yawned.  "I was having nice dreams because I felt safe
and loved.  It's your fault."

      "Good.  How about a kiss?"

      She frowned.  "I have dragon breath."

      "Then I'll keep my eyes open so I'll know it's you and not
him."

      She gave him her ritual kisses, one on the end of his nose
and another on his lips.  "Good thing I kept my eyes open, too,"
she said with a grin.

      Dragon shook himself awake, stood by the door, and
whimpered.  Wynter gasped.  "I forgot to let him out before
bedtime!"  She pushed herself up and carefully crawled off the
bed.  For a moment Richard had a flash down her neckline of two
tiny pink cones atop soft white swells, and he felt the Beast
twitch.

      "Go let him out first.  He needs to go worse than I do.
I'll still be here when you return, I promise."

      She made a face at him.  "Smarty pants!"

      He laughed and watched her follow Dragon out the door.

      "Morning, Nurse Carter," echoed down the hallway.

      "Good morning, Nurse King.  Has the patient had his morning
meds yet?"

      "Not yet.  I gotta let Dragon out _now_."

      Ellen was chuckling when she turned the corner into his
room.  They exchanged greetings, and Ellen counted out his pills.
Her voice turned somber.  "I caused her to regress, didn't I?"

      Richard shrugged.  "Maybe.  But maybe having to _be_ an
adult pushed her too far forward too fast and she's just
returning to normal."

      "You sound disappointed."

      "I guess.  But not because of the sex.  It's because I was
finally coming to terms with the fact that my little girl won't
be that same little girl forever.  Pain pill instead of the
ibuprofen.  I was her bed last night and there's some increased
pain in my arms."

      Ellen gave him a curious smile.  "Medically I should warn
you that that's not a good idea, but you've already discovered
that for yourself.  And I doubt it would do any good."

      "None whatsoever."  He watched her write the medications in
his records.  "Do you regret not having children?"

      The question surprised her.  Richard rarely asked personal
questions.  She hesitated before finishing her notes.  She put
the records down before answering.  "I have many children.  They
just have other parents is all."

      He nodded.  "I didn't mean to pry."

      She poured his water.  "It's okay because I'm going to.  Do
you think you can keep this a secret from Angie?"

      "No.  I'll have to tell her, somehow."

      "Will you tell her I know?"

      "Not unless she specifically asks.  I won't lie to her."

      She started popping pills into his mouth.  "But you'd cheat
on her with your own daughter," she said in a quiet voice.

      He stared at her for a moment and nodded at the water.
Ellen held the straw for him and added, "I'm not being
judgmental, Richard.  Really.  I'm just trying to understand."

      Richard swallowed and released the straw.  "Do you
understand why you screwed both Tom and Tommy?"

      "No.  Oh, I've rationalized it a dozen different ways,
but...."  She shook her head.  "No.  I guess I hoped your answer
would answer my own questions for me."

      "We make a hell of a pair, don't we?"

      "Huh!  I'll get the urinal out for Wynter so you don't have
to wait."

      "You're going to pass on the opportunity to handle it
yourself?" he asked in feigned shock.

      She winked.  "She's doing well enough that I think I can
take a night off and handle Dusty's."

      "Must be terrible having to settle for second best."

      She gave him a wry grin.  "Well, I wouldn't know about that.
I've not had the--pleasure--to make the comparison."

      They were still laughing at bad jokes and double entendres
when Wynter returned.

                               ~ ~ ~

      Ellen paused at the door to give her substitute last minute
instructions.  Wynter had one more question.

      "What are you and Dusty gonna do tonight?"

      Ellen stared at the face grinning up at her.  The previous
questions had come from an eleven-year-old girl.  The voice tone
and facial expression for this one was from a thirty-year-old.
She wondered if Wynter had any idea of how she changed
personalities.

      "Oh, I dunno," she replied.  "Probably the same thing you
and your dad are going to do.  If that's any of your business.  I
was _teasing_," she added when she saw the stricken look.
"Wynter, wait to see if you really have offended someone before
you start feeling guilty.  Boys aren't the only ones who play
rough.  If you're going to survive medical school or nursing
school, you have to learn to play rough, too.  Give them a reason
to respect you, and they will.  Or give them a reason not to and
they'll run roughshod over you."

      Wynter frowned.  "Why?   That doesn't sound very nice."

      "We'll talk about that when I get back tomorrow.  For now,
let's just say that people respect you if you can stand up for
yourself.  If you show signs of weakness, then they think you
might not be deserving of respect.  Medicine is a tough field.
You have to be tough to survive.  Maybe they are just weeding out
those who can't make it before they can become a burden to
others.  Now:  don't forget what I said...."

      As she tramped through the melting snow to where she'd left
her car, Ellen couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Wynter.

                               ~ ~ ~

      Wynter looked down at her sleeping father.  He looked so
very uncomfortable suspended that way, but some of his fingers
were now free.  It wasn't much of an improvement, but any was a
welcome one.  She held her blonde ponytail to her shoulder and
bent to gently kiss his forehead.  Then she shooed Dragon ahead
of her and retrieved a notebook and pencil from her room.  While
she positioned herself in the overstuffed chair by the door,
Dragon again established a blocking position at her feet and
dozed off.

      When she decided the drawing was to her satisfaction, she
stuck the pencil behind her right ear, snagging it in her
drawn-back hair to keep it in place.  She guessed it was okay,
though if she had another couple of days, it could be a whole lot
better.  She used the back of her right hand to cover a yawn
while she again checked the drawing.  She lowered the notebook...

      ...and looked into her father's sparkling green eyes.
"Daddy!  How long have you been awake?"  Mother Hen almost stood
up on Dragon.  He jumped and shuffled aside to shake, giving her
room to rush the two steps to her father's side.

      "Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes."  He had the most amazing
look on his face, sort of like when he saw her flowers picture.
"I was just watching you and thinking about how much I love you
and how lucky I am to have such a special daughter."

      Her eyes dropped to his cast and she blushed.  She was
furious with herself because she didn't know why she'd done that.
Doctor Taylor and Nurse Carter had told her about looking people
in the eye, but here she was acting like a child again.

      Her father knew.   She had regressed that much.  Some of his
little girl he was almost happy to have back, but he would give
that part up if she'd just learn how to handle a compliment and
remember it.

      Then Mother Hen returned.  "Do you need anything?"

      "I certainly do.  I need a kiss."

      She gave him the best nose-and-lips kiss she could manage so
that he would know she loved him with all her heart.

      He smiled at her and made that heart feel too big for her
chest again.  But then he said, "Dragon breath's that bad, huh?"

      For a moment she wondered, and then realized.  "Oh.  I
didn't know if you'd want me to, you know...."  She couldn't stop
her voice from trailing off.  She pushed the words to the tip of
her tongue, but they would go no further.

      He settled back into his pillow.  "Honey, I don't want you
to do anything that will make you uncomfortable.  You know that."

      She tried to think of the words for what she wanted to say.
She was having trouble with them, and she grew angry with herself
for acting childish.  Her father gave her a look almost of
sympathy and asked, "Can I see the picture, or is it private
because it's in one of your notebooks?"

      She breathed a sigh of relief.  "It's private for us," she
said, opening the notebook to the place marked by her finger.
She almost said, "It's not very good because I didn't have much
time," but she remembered what Nurse Carter had said.  Instead,
she turned the book so he could see the page.

      They were sitting on the big flat rock by the creek.  Both
were dangling their feet in the water.  They were holding playing
cards.  Dragon was curled beside her and sniffing at a butterfly
floating just above his head.  Dragon was wearing his collar,
which was more than the humans were wearing.  She had captured
every one of her father's scars.  She had debated about whether
to include them, but they were who he was, and she didn't want
him to think she was ashamed of them.

      "That's incredible," he said.  The awe in his voice made her
heart swell up in her chest again.  "It looks like we were
playing strip poker."

      "Uh huh."

      "And we both lost."

      She lowered the notebook to frown at him.  "No!  We both
_won!_"

      He smiled suddenly.  "I like that.  We both won.  Can I see
it some more, please?"

      He looked at it for several seconds and made happy sounds
while she waited for him to notice.  "Wait a minute.  If we were
playing strip poker, where are our clothes?"

      She grinned and pointed.  "Right there.  You were wearing
that lei of wild flowers, and I was wearing this one of
columbines."

      His smile grew wider, and he winked at her.  "We were
walking around naked?"

      "Nooo," she said, trying to sound like Nurse Carter
patiently explaining things to someone slow.  "You were wearing
_that_ lei of flowers, and I was wearing _this_ one."

      He made big round eyes and nodded slowly.  "Oh!  I see.  I
thought you were drawing naked pictures of your father."

      She couldn't stop the blush, and she knew that he guessed
the truth from that.

      "Oh," he said, looking embarrassed.  "I didn't mean to pry.
Your mother and I both agree that whatever you put in your
notebooks is personal, like a diary, and none of our business.
It's not our place to ask.  I'll forget that I said anything."

      She hesitated, wondering what she should do, and then said,
"It's okay.  I can show you some of them."

      "Wynter," he said, giving her his most serious look that
told her what he was saying was something he really and truly
meant, "I would love to see any of your pictures that you have
drawn, but you don't have to show any of them to me if you don't
want to.  Okay, honey?  I don't want you to think you have to do
that just to make me happy or to keep me from getting mad.  That
would be blackmail, and I love you too much to blackmail you."

      "I know," she said, and she really and truly did know.

      "Good.  But before I look at them, may I have the urinal
first?"

      She sighed deeply and put her notebook on the nightstand.
"I guess you'd better.  I'd be awfully upset if you exploded and
got the pages all wet."

                            Five of Nine

      Richard shook his head in wonder.  "When did you have time
to draw these?"

      "Mostly while you were asleep.  You aren't mad at me, are
you?"

      _Amazing_, he thought.  _One sentence she sounds like a
thirty-year-old woman, the next she sounds like a six-year-old
kid caught raiding the cookie jar.

      _"Of course I'm not mad at you, honey.  I told you that what
you put in your notebooks was your personal business and wasn't
my concern.  I can't then complain about what you put in there."
He looked at the current page and added, "Though you might not
want your mother to see these.  Not until I've explained to her."

      She nodded.  "I know," she said in a soft voice.

      He shook his head slowly.  The picture of a naked Wynter
straddling his hips, her head thrown back in orgasm while he
himself was cumming   obviously inside her   was enough to stir
the Beast, and he felt it move under the sheet and his hospital
gown.

      "Is that really what I look like when I cum?" he asked.

      She nodded but said nothing, eyes wide like a deer's caught
in headlights.

      "I'm surprised you and your mother let me anywhere near you!
But your face is exactly how you look.  How did you know how to
draw yourself?

      She gave him the look of patience that women had been using
on men for the past few hundred thousand years.  "Daddy!  There
are mirrors in all the bathrooms, my dresser, that dresser over
there...."

      "You masturbated while watching yourself in the mirror?"

      The adult Wynter returned.  "No, silly!  I wouldn't have
seen anything!  I had to remember what it felt like and then act
it out while peeking through my eyelids."

      "Can I see the one before it again?"  In the straddling
picture he'd been in his hospital bed, arms and legs suspended.
She turned back to the one of them in a field of columbines.  She
was on her knees and he was taking her from behind, doggie style,
the way he had described it to her.  "Is this a wish for when I'm
better?" he asked.  Then he realized what he'd said and hastily
added, "Of course, you don't have to answer that.  That's prying.
If you pretend I never said anything, I'll understand."

      She held the notebook in her right hand and ran her left
down the cast to grasp his two exposed fingers.  "Thank you for
not wanting to pry."

      He nodded.

      "It's a wish."  A smile washed across her lips.  "I wish you
could be well and not _ever_ be hurt again, and that we could be
in a warm field with flowers and naked together, and that we
could make love forever and ever and ever and never get in
trouble for it."  A tear escaped and trickled slowly down her
left cheek.  "But if we do it together again, Mother will hate
both of us, won't she?"

      He squeezed her hand with his fingers.  "No, she won't hate
us.  But she'll be upset until she understands."

      "I love you.  With all my heart."

      "I love you with all my heart, too, honey."

      She leaned forward and kissed him, her soft coral lips
parting and her warm, pink tongue sliding into his mouth in a
lover's kiss.  The Beast, sufficiently recovered from the workout
she'd given it while they were isolated, roared to life and
tented the sheet.

                               ~ ~ ~

      A pillow propped up Richard's head so he could see on the
flat bed.  Wynter was impaled on the Beast, thrusting herself
toward her third release.  Her first was a new treat for them.
She'd allowed him to eat her pussy to the point of orgasm and
then had moved so that he could finish her with the fingers of
his right hand.  It hadn't been a fully satisfying cum because
Mother Hen had been worried about hurting him, so she immediately
returned to his face, locked her hands behind his head, and
humped that hot, wet, aching little slit on his tongue and lips
until she came violently.

      She laughed and giggled as she came down from the second
orgasmic high, her forehead resting on the wall above the
headboard and that sweet, lightly-haired set of lower lips
hovering above his face where he could watch her spasms trail off
to nothing.  After resting for a minute she slowly moved down
until her slit was over the Beast.  She brushed it lightly with
her soft, short, blonde curls and then slid her sopping slick
slit along it.  Richard fought cumming outside of her.

      She leaned forward.  Twin blue-green pools of intertwined
love and lust looked deep into his eyes.  Her lips crushed his,
and her tongue tasted her own juices on them as it sought his,
invited it into her mouth, and playfully tried to keep it out
when it accepted her invitation.  Her head snapped back as if it
were released by a catapult, and her face momentarily contorted
as she moaned.  Her eyes returned to his, and she grinned
wickedly.  "I'm gonna make you cum as big as you made me do it,"
she announced, and again glued her lips to his.

      Entry was a little easier this time, though whether it was
from the stretching from her first intercourse or the effect of
the juices flooding her tunnel was anybody's guess.  She was
still very tight around the Beast and it required all his effort
to avoid spewing while sliding into her.  She began slowly, then
increased her pace slightly.  Once she'd mentally established the
rhythm and the length of her strokes she began slipping the head
of his cock almost out of her tight little love tube, hesitating,
and then sliding down around it, allowing him to force her pussy
open.  She began inhaling on the up stroke, holding her breath on
the down stroke, and releasing it in a soft explosive sigh at the
bottom.  It was the most erotic thing Richard had ever heard.

      Her blue-green eyes unfocussed for a few moments.  She
returned to focus and looked deep into his green ones.  She
paused to squeeze the Beast within her tight young twat while at
the bottom of a stroke, then resumed pistoning.  "Does that feel
good?"

      "Incredible!  Where did you learn that?"

      "Girls have their secrets."

      He blinked in surprise.  "Ellen told you?"

      "Would you be mad if she did?"  A hint of worry had crept
into the playful tone.

      "Mad?  I'm going to give her a pay raise!"

      Wynter giggled and did it again.

      "Honey, I can't hold it back," he gasped and then released
his load in a wave of indescribable pleasure as she tried to
maintain a pound-and-squeeze rhythm on his bucking hips.  When he
finally relaxed and opened his eyes, she started giggling.
"What?"

      "I think I'm ready to ride the bucking broncos at Frontier
Days now!"

      He tried to force the concern he felt through his dreamy
facial expression, but it wouldn't appear.  "Did I hurt you?"

      "Unh uh," she said shaking her head.  "I was worried about
you, though."

      "Are my arms and legs still attached?"

      She looked.  "Yep."

      "Then I guess I'm okay, too."

      She squeezed his limp dick with her pussy, and it shot out
of her, allowing a little more slimy jism to dribble into the
lake of it she was sitting in.

      "Drat!" she said with a pout.  "I wanted to keep you in me."

      "Well, that happens.  Tell you what," he said with a
conspiratorial grin.  "I'll let you put me back in you later,
after I get a little rest.  Okay?"

      She used her fingertip to cross his heart for him, then
dipped it between her legs and brought it between the small,
round, pink-capped orbs rising from her own slender chest.  "I
promise to let you," she said, tracing an "x" with their mixed
juices, "any time you want to, now and forever."

                            Six of Nine

      Wynter knocked gently on the door frame.  "May I come in?"

      Her father's eyes jumped from the television screen to her
face.  He smiled his biggest, warmest smile, the one that always
made her heart feel like it would explode from her chest like
that yucky creature in _Alien_, except it wanted to explode in
joy, not pain.  He put down the handgrip exercisers, reached for
the remote control, and turned off the television.   "My nurse is
always welcome in here."  He brought the head of the bed from
forty-five degrees to full upright and held his arms open to her.
"You don't have to ask."

      "I don't think you and Mother would have liked me walking in
without asking last night," she said with a giggle as she
snuggled her face against his neck.  She pulled back and gave him
her biggest smirk.  "Would you?"

      For a second he looked almost embarrassed.  "We thought you
were asleep."

      "Unh uh," she grunted as his hands kneaded her back through
her knit top.  "I was doing what Mother was doing, except I had
to imagine you and use my fingers."  She sighed deeply and looked
_very_ put upon.  "It's not as good."

      She saw the reaction in his eyes as he realized he wasn't
feeling a training bra strap.  She giggled.  "Mother went for a
walk.  I thought," she said, straightening and reaching for the
hem of her top, "that you might like to exercise your hands with
these."  She lifted the bottom of her blouse above her small
titties and twisted slightly to let him have a good view of the
pink cones on them.

      The delighted grin on his face made her feel wonderful all
the way down to her toes and back up again.  He took the soft,
pale orbs in his hands and gently squeezed.  "I can't squeeze
these as hard as I can the exercisers," he said in mock
complaint.

      "No, but these will be gentler to your hands.  Doctor King
prescribes you use them for a while."

      He raised an eyebrow.  "_Doctor_ King?"

      "Uh huh.  I think I want to go to medical school."  She
closed her eyes and sighed contentedly as he massaged her small
breasts.  She giggled when he tweaked her nipples to open her
eyes and gave her a stern look.

      "So that's why you and Kevin disappear together every time
he shows up.  He's been giving you a sales pitch!  And here I
thought you were just sneaking off to have sex together."

      She giggled again, then leaned forward to give him a
nose-and-lips kiss.  She backed away for a second and then, as
the horny feeling between her legs grew unbearable, she glued his
mouth to his and invited his tongue in to play.  She moaned in
anticipation as his big hand slid down to cup her butt and
squeeze it, then continued down to the leg of her pink knit
shorts.  His fingertips slid under the shorts, and two wiggled
their way under the leg opening of her panties.  The flats of the
nails of those fingers slid around the front of her leg to the
short cornsilk curls and then moved downward.  His fingers
shifted position and the fingertips came to rest on the fat
little pads on either side of her split.

      She shifted her feet further apart to give him better
access.  Her split made a wet sound as his fingers pulled it
open.  Then his ring finger entered her panties and held her
split apart so that his middle finger could stroke first through
the puddle of liquid at the entrance to her vagina and then
across the hard little stick of her clitty.  She moaned and
sighed around his invading tongue.

      He withdrew his tongue and pulled his head back to focus on
her face.  "I get the feeling your fingers weren't enough last
night."

      "Unh uh."  She could hear in her voice the desperation she
felt in her pussy.  "It's been two weeks, and I got _really_
horny during my period last week.  It hasn't gotten any better
since.  Please, Daddy, I know we can't make love, but can you get
me off with your fingers?  Please?"

      She knew she was begging like a child, but she was so horny,
so desperate for relief, that she couldn't help it.  She had cum
four times the night before, and it had barely helped.

      His fingertip began vibrating her clitty.  Relief mixed with
need shot through her from that spot.  His fingertip dipped
slightly into her desperate cunt, gathering more pussy juice and
causing a new sensation as he stretched her open slightly.  His
finger returned to attack the ache in her clitty.  The
clockspring in her pussy began tightening.  As if it were
attached to strings reaching to her face, the tightening spring
pulled her face into a scowl and then a pucker as it kept winding
tighter and tighter andtighterandtighterand....

      She tried really hard not to make any noise when she came,
just the way she had done the night before, but the feeling was
_too_ good, especially when he stopped rubbing her clitty
directly and slid his finger inside her throbbing pussy at the
height of her climax.  The fingers on the fat little pads on
either side of her split continued to squeeze-stroke her.  A
strangled groan escaped from her throat, and she thought it might
have been loud, but she wasn't sure.  Her ears stopped working
while the spasms shook her body.

      As she came down she gasped, "Daddy, I love you!"  She
gasped twice more before she could add, "With all my heart."

      His heart-felt smile made his face glow.  "I love you with
all my heart, too, honey."  His fingertip traced the "X" over his
heart.

      She gasped as her breathing slowed, never taking her eyes
off his face, searching it and finding only love for her written
all over it.  It made her whole slender body tingle more than the
orgasm did.  "Want me to do you?" she asked with a mischievous
grin.

      "We don't have time," he said, and he looked really and
truly disappointed when he said it.  But he left his finger
inside her.

      "Daddy, haven't you told Mother yet?"

      He shook his head.  "I've dropped plenty of hints.  One of
the best ways to handle your mother is to give her information
she needs to work out answers for herself.  If her mind has
subconsciously prepared itself for what you're going to tell her,
then it's easier to break news to her."

      "And you think that will work this time?" she asked,
squeezing his finger with her cunny muscles.

      "Well, I certainly _hope_...."

      The slamming door rocked the house.

      Her father removed his fingers from her pussy and her
panties and sucked them clean.

      Wynter jerked down the hem of her blouse and smoothed her
clothing into place, then dropped into the overstuffed chair by
the door as footsteps stomped through the house and down the
hall.  A scared feeling made a cold knot in the pit of her
stomach, and she looked to her father for courage.

      He looked from the door to her and mouthed, more than he
said in a soft voice, "I don't think that's Ellen back for a
visit."

      Five feet, five inches of red-faced fury stopped in the
doorway.  Angie's shoulder-length, light-brown hair was tied back
with a blue bandanna.  A white-knuckled left fist gripped her
walking stick.  Her .38-Special wavered in her right as she
gasped for air.  Her face was wet with sweat.  She'd obviously
been running.  She glanced down at Wynter and then snarled at
Richard.  "You son of a bitch!"

(Continued in Chapter Seven)

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State of Confusion

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