This choice: To your house a little outside the city (She is 8 years old) • Go Back... There is no harm just taking her to your place. As long as you don't get caught. In the morning you will ask her questions and drop her off at her house. Hopefully the little girl won't tell her mom she stayed at a stranger's house. Speaking of, you're going to have to get that girl to lie about it. Making your decision, you started up your car again and turn towards your house. Its a little far but it won't be any problems. Unless the girl starts vomiting. That would be taken care by the toilet and you're pretty confident about your little medical knowledge.
You made your way through the roads fairly simple and change gears as you turn off the roads in Gotham and head for the country. Houses away from the city is expensive. You made the risk with your tight budget on buying a house out here rather than getting an apartment. The problems with getting an apartment in Gotham city is its too close to the psychos. Also normal people think you're a thug by solely your muscles. Well, at least Nora and your other co-workers are nice people and don't think that. But still.
Finally, you turn off up on your driveway. Rows of trees hid your house from view but you could tell it was here by the mail box. Its a nice hid away for something like this. Coming at the end of the driveway, you push a button in your car and the garage door automatically open. Driving the car in and into a stop, you pulled out the keys and sighed. Can you actually let this girl sleep here with you? Despite whether or not she won't scream when she first see you, is it ok?
You sigh, thinking its too late now. You got up from the driver seat and you open the door of the back seat. You bent down to pick her up when you notice how she sleeps. This 6 year old girl, somehow when you weren't looking, rolled in her sleep and stick her little butt in the air. You stared at the cute, little ass while you felt in your groins stretching against the fabric. You must have stayed there too long because the smell of sex coming from your pants reached the little girl's nose and made her stir. You jump back by the sudden movement and tried to hide the bulge forming in your pants. The 6 year old girl continued on sleeping but she had spread her legs slightly apart.
As hot and horny it may made you, you snap yourself up and grab the girl by the waist. You are not going to do anything like that, you told yourself. You shut the car doors and lock it. Outside, a gust of wind quickly blowed through the garage. Soon after, drops of rain fell heavy on the pavement outside. The wind continued to blow, carrying the rain with it. No soon did you reach the door that you and the little girl was soaked. You closed the garage door and head inside. Looks like there is going to be a storm, you think.
Inside, you brought the little girl to your room. The plan is you're gonna have to sleep on the couch and the girl is sleeping in your bed. Running up the stairs, you open the door and laid her on the bed. Since she is a sleep, it'd be best that you quickly change in the closet into a fresh change of clothes. When you are done, you step out of the closet and turn towards the little girl. Looking at her and the bed sheets around her, it dawn on you the most frightening thing that could happen. The little girl is also wearing her wet clothes! Isn't this going too far for it to be right? You don't want to do anything morally wrong. Desperately, you scramble for a towel and tried wiping off her body. It's not drying up her clothes and will get sick if she kept it on.
You sigh again. Oh what the heck. You might as well take off her clothes before she freezing to death become a reality. You moved to the edge on the bed and went to her feet. You kinda wish she wasn't asleep so she could change her own damn clothes. He pulled both boots off gently as possible. They made a plop sound as they pulled off. You looked at her feet and realize she wasn't wearing any socks and she kept wiggling her cute little toes in her sleep. Damn, you think as you felt another boner coming on. The idea of undressing a girl would turn any guy on. Though, its a lost little girl.
You made your way to her top and pull down the zipper. You watch her bare, wet skin reveal as your growing dick press against your pants. You found it a little strange as you took off the jacket that there was no shirt underneath. You took the gloves off with ease, ignoring they are a little sharp. For the pants, you closed your eyes with respect and necessary. You laid them in a pile on the floor and ran back to your closet. You came back with one of your T-shirts and pulled it over her. With it in the way, covering her body, it was easier for you to take her wet panties off. Your hands tug down on the straps and you blush thinking about what you're doing. Your hand slid down her soft, smooth little legs, the little girl stir again in her sleep and kicked out a foot. It landed on your face, making you blush again. It slid off you after a bit, but it really made you blush red. The little girl had devilish, satisfied sleepy face on her, that frankly, kinda annoyed you.
You carefully finish slipping off the panties and pick up the pile of discarded clothes of hers and yours for cleaning. Taking one more look at her gentle-like sleeping expression, thinking about tomorrow, before turning off the lights and dropping the clothes off in the washer. From there, you went to the living room and lit the fire before heading off to the couch. You drifted off to sleep wondering a bit more about tomorrow. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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