Short Stories by Kristen

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I felt his muscles tense up and realized my question might’ve sounded a bit naughtier than I had intended.

The gap between Michelle's thighs was no more than two fingers. I explored gently, sensing her short cleft and how tightly closed it was, as if protecting a precious jewel. I found a trace of silky moisture at the base of her slit and rubbed it gently. Dracula!" I called out as the silver Labrador retriever hurtled towards me. His training forgotten, Dracula launched himself at me. One hundred pounds of pure love and muscle slammed into me so hard I fell onto my ass. A wet nose snuffled. A rough tongue rasped. And best of all, giggles floated through the air - Michelle watching with delight as Dracula greeted me.Well, once you became a teenager, you made it quite clear to me that you didn’t like hugs and kisses anymore.” My dad explained. “Though if you’re naughty enough, I might still spank you.” He teased. Michelle raced up to him and tugged his arm pulling him out of sight. I knew what she was up to. She was asking Kevin how to manipulate me, again. I smiled. There was no way in Hell I was going to teach her to ride until the local doctor had ruled her skull fully healed; another month at least.

The winter storm passed leaving behind a pristine wilderness that reflected the sun's light painfully. The drive was plowed, paths cleared, horses released into the exercise fields to burn off energy. This was one of Daddy's favorite ways," Michelle said. "He liked it when I did this," she added, sitting completely upright. Dracula barked at her, demanding attention. She glanced down at him and caught sight of me. A smile emerged on her pretty face. She waved. I smiled.Uh-huh," she replied languidly. She pressed her bum cheek against my erection by rolling herself slightly. "Want some help with that? I can, ya know." There was no need to move. I didn't need to pee. I luxuriated in the moment. Watching Michelle sleep was nice. Waiting for her to wake up was exciting. Anticipation of her smile actually made my heart beat a bit faster. My erection pulsed. Damn, I was horny for her but not. While I could live with no more sexual exploration just to have her in my bed every morning to wake up to, I wanted to do so much more. It was a complex cascade of emotions. This is what I decided to change. I kissed my father again, just like I used to when I was little. I kissed him before I went to bed, when I was about to leave or when he said something nice about me.

Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?" I asked in awe. I'd never have suspected a ten-year-old girl could be so stunning, so sexy. Dracula trotted at her side. That in itself was astonishing. There was something in Michelle that was mystical. From the first moment she'd met Dracula he'd attached himself to her. I missed him not sleeping on my bed. I missed his presence next to me during the day. I was as jealous as a jilted lover, too. But one only had to look at the adoration in Michelle's eyes and Dracula's slavish affection to know they had something special. Michelle was special. Lady Belle lowered her head. Michelle reached up. It was incredible, a huge horse and a child communicating. Michelle caressed and talked and the effect was astonishing. Lady Belle calmed, snorted quietly and pushed her nose at Michelle, jostling her. All the signs of distress melted away.What was that?" she wrinkles her nose in what must have been some mix between anger and disgust, but it comes off looking cute anyway.