It was 5:15 in the morning when I woke up. It was very early for a Saturday morning, especially after not getting to sleep until after midnight. My daughter Ellen was hosting a sleepover and so in addition to her there were 7 other 13 and 14 year-olds at my house. I should have known better, but I had to pee and I also wanted to get back to sleep as soon as I could. I knew that soon enough, the 8 of them would be making enough noise to wake the dead.
I walked across the hall in my boxers and t-shirt mostly forgetting about Ellen and the others. My pee hard was giantic, sticking out plainly in the front. The door to the bathroom was pushed around, but was not completely closed so I pushed it open and walked in. Much to my surprise, there on the toilet seat sat one of the girls, a dainty 13-year-old redhead by the name of Wendy. She was wearing a little girl sleeveless undershirt with lace around the arm and neck holes. Her panties, white cotton with lace trim matching the shirt were gathered around her ankles on the floor.
After a couple seconds to gain some composure from the intrusion, she looked up to me and said, “Hi Mr. Keenan. I be off in just a few seconds. Do you want me to flush it before you use the toilet?”
Her last question caught me by surprise and I said to her, “What do you mean?”
“Well, if you going to pee go too, it would save water to wait and flush it after you have peed,” she said rather matter-of-factly.”
“I guess your right,” I responded. I was wishing my daughter would think of things like that. She left every faucet dripping, every door ajar, and ever light on.
Wendy pulled a short strip of paper from the roll and pressed it between her legs I could just imagine where it was going. Quickly she stood up and bent down to pull up her panties. When she started pulling them up, I saw that she had a menstrual pad tucked into the placket of her panties. She pulled them up and walked to the sink and began washing her hands.
I was amazed that she seemed so unconcerned that I had not only seen her sitting on the toilet, but that she stood up showing me her cute bald pussy as she retrieved her panties. I decided to show her similar trust. I put the toilet seat up and started to pee. As my pee started to flow, I notices the slight tinge of blood on the tissue she had thrown into the water. Any shrinking of my penis from the relief of the pee was countered by the sight of Wendy, her pad and the tissue.
I don’t know if it was my imagination or what, but see seemed to take an exceedingly long time to wash her hands. Either she was very interested in cleanliness, or she was stalling until I was done peeing. Well, when I finished I closed my fly and flushed. I couldn’t see if she had peaked at all or not. As I turned around, she finally reached for the towel to dry her hands.
I began washing my hands as she neatly folded up the towel and held it until I was ready to use it. Now, I was becoming aware that she seemed to be taking her time to extend the interaction between us. She stood with me between her and the door as she handed me the towel. I dried my hands and hung the towel back on the towel bar. My cock was still so hard that I could’ve hung the towel on it as well.
I turned away from her and took a couple steps toward the door then I turned back toward her and said, “Has anyone ever told you you’re really cute?”
“My brother does,” she responded.
I took a few more steps toward my bedroom door. Wendy walked into the hall from the bathroom and hesitated outside door for a few seconds as I opened my bedroom door.
“Want to come in and talk,” I asked her?
“If you want to,” she replied.
I sat down on my bed and pulled the covers over my feet and legs until I was covered from just below my waist down. I patted the edge of the bed beckoning her to have a seat.
She closed the door and came over and took a seat.
I put my hand onto her shoulder and slowly allowed it to slid down off and down the outside of her arm. As my hand reached her elbow, she shivered gently. “You are really a cute young lady,” I told her again. Does your brother tell you that often,” I asked her.
“Maybe a couple times a week,” she told me. “He usually tells me that when we take a shower together.”
“How old’s your brother,” I asked?
“He just turned 15,” she informed me.
Suddenly, my mind was working overtime. Here next to me sat a 13 girl who seem perfectly comfortable showering with her older brother and equally at ease attending to her potty duties in full view of an older man. What other things was she not telling me? Were there more things I would like to know about her? Were there sexual things that would cause my mind to be completely bent in knots?
I was hesitant to be too forward, but I really needed to know. I wanted to just blurt out and ask if her brother had taken liberties with her and if so what.
I once again rubbed her shoulder and asked, “Do you do other things with your brother too?”
“Well sometimes, but most of it is things I do for him.”
“What do you mean, I asked?
“She looked over to me and softly whispered, “I put my hand on his thing and rub it. He really likes it and sometimes he even shoots white stuff when I rub him.”
That pretty well cinched the issue. She told me she was comfortable being naked with her brother, and she had shown me the better part of her body as well. Would she react adversely if I offered myself to her?
I was almost too scared to take the next step. Instead, I decided to switch the topic slightly to what I had seen in the bathroom, her menstrual pad. That too excited me and said she was now really fully a woman even though she was still nearly flat chested, bald on her pubis, and beautifully tiny.
I said to her, “How long have you been having your periods?”
“This is my forth one,” she said, “they are sort of a pain sometimes like now when I’m here at Ellen’s. I have to make sure I keep my pad changed and my panties on when we’re sitting around talking and stuff. Some of the girls ‘ll take their panties off so they or somebody else can play down between their legs. When you’re on your period, nobody usually wants to get their fingers bloody,” she volunteered.
Do you like it when some of the other girls touch you down there,” pointing to her pussy?
“Yeah, most of the girls do, that’s why we usually take our panties off when we are at sleepovers. We wear long shirts to cover that part up.”
“If somebody wanted to rub you even though you are on your period, would you like that,” I asked her?
“Sure, but none of the girls wanted to last night and none of them are awake yet this morning.”
“Would you let me rub you,” I asked.
“I guess so, if you want to,” she replied.
“I’ll be right back I told her,” then got out of bed and walked back to the bathroom. Grabbing a towel from the closet, I returned to my bed and Wendy. I spread the towel out on the sheet and invited her to lie down on it, which she did.
:”Do you want me to take my panties off,” she asked me.
“No, not yet. I want to play with some other parts of your body first,” I announced.
“Okay,” she said as she lay down next to me.
I pulled the top sheet up over us and settled down beside her. I pulled her face closer to mine and softly kissed her cheek. She mewed quietly as if to tell me, that’s nice, keep going.
I spent several more minutes kissing her face, neck, and shoulders. Her breathing was becoming shallow and fast. I pulled the arm hole of her shirt so I could see her little nipple and sucked it between my lips. I mulled it between with lips and teeth and ran my tongue repeatedly over the end. I was just getting ready to move a bit further down her body when she stiffened slightly and became very quiet.
It took her over a minute before she because responsive again. When she did, she looked up and flicked her eyelids in my direction saying, “That was really nice. I liked that a lot.”
“Do you want me to keep on,” I asked her?
“Yeah, that would be okay,” she told me.
“Here, let’s get your clothes off so they’re not in the way.”
She sat up and grabbed her shirt and pulled it up her body and off of her arms. She then grabbed the waist of her panties and while lifting her hips off the bed slid them down her legs, finally pulling her feet from them. “Just remember,” she said to me, “if you get down around my vagina, you’re going to get a bloody finger. I’m not real heavy; this is my 3rd day. Tomorrow should be my last this month.”
I took that as an open invitation and ran my hand down to her pussy mound. There I cupped her pussy and began lightly kneading her lips. Before long, I could feel moisture building up. I didn’t know if what I was feeling was her girly juices or her menstrual flow.
Her breathing was becoming shallow again and I sensed that she might be nearing another cum. I slid my fingers up between her pussy lips until I found her little clit. I began rubbing lightly, dragging two of my fingers along the sides with the 3rd running right over the center and end. Her breathing became quicker and shallower then she climaxed again. When I felt her orgasm overtake her, I stopped rubbing her and left her enjoy it before resting to recover for a couple minutes.
When I was satisfied that she was once again down from her high, I moved back to her pussy. This time, I rubbed around her joy-hole for a minute or so then inched one finger inside. She responded favorably to this attention and spread her legs wider. I could feel something that made me thing her hymen was still there, but had been partially opened. I continued for a few more strokes before I inserted another finger in her silky channel. Her hymen accepted my finger, but I did feel some minor restriction. As I moved two fingers inside her now, I could also feel the resistance of her vaginal walls gripping and tugging as my fingers pistoned in and out.
Her breathing was again shallow and fast. She was about to cum again. I continued sawing in and out with my fingers until I felt her vagina contract firmly on my fingers.
“Oh God,” she said softly, “that feels so good. Nobody has ever made me feel that good before.”
I continued administering to her girly pussy hole. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she whispered. She turned her face toward mine and as her cum started. I moved my face down to meet hers and kissed her passionately.
Finally, she reached around my neck and gave me another kiss. “That felt so good, nobody has ever made me feel that good before. I wish we could keep on, but I’m so tired now all I want to do is sleep.”
With that she turned over and snuggled to me. I wanted so much to pull her to me and hold her close while we shared my bed for a rest, but I knew that I needed to get her dressed and back to Ellen’s room before she was missed.
I kissed her ear and told her that I would help her dress and get back with the others.
She smiled, she knew that too. Using the corner of the towel, I wiped the fluids from her pussy area and then helped her dress. She walked from my room and then disappeared into Ellen’s.
It was after 10 o’clock before I woke up again. All the girls were up by that time and I needed to get breakfast going. I went to the bathroom and did my business, then I dressed and went down stairs.
Most of the girls were already in the family room. When I appeared, Wendy quickly came into the kitchen and volunteered to help me. I fixed a hearty breakfast for the girls so they were all fortified before being picked up.
I was finishing up with the dishes when Wendy’s ride appeared. She disappeared upstairs for a few minutes then reappeared with her overnight bag and pillow. She walked over and gave me a hug and thanked me for allowing her to come over. She then walked to the door, joined her mother, and left.
The whole day I spent thinking about Wendy and what we had done. I thought too about how I could get her over again. I wanted it to be soon, and I wanted it to be some way so most of the other girls were absent. I even had some thoughts now of what we did and what it would be like with my daughter.
Finally, nighttime came and I decided to head up to bed. I had already cleaned up the bed in the morning, so there was nothing remaining to bring back thoughts of Wendy. I was a little bummed out. I was just ready to climb out of bed and retrieve the towel when I moved the pillow on my favorite side of the bed. As I moved it, I found a folded menstrual pad and a note that read, “Until we can meet again, Wendy.”
