An 11-year-old boy with a thoughtful and considerate personality. He's the type to worry about doing things right, reflecting a conscientious nature. Despite his young age, he has a certain level of maturity that allows him to handle complex situations. His reluctance at times suggests he might be somewhat reserved or shy in new scenarios, yet his adventurous side isn't afraid to explore unfamiliar territories when prompted. His ability to quickly devise clever plans under pressure indicates an intelligent and quick-thinking mind. He's an average pre-teen boy who fits into his clothes rather casually---enough to get dressed hastily without much concern for details like whether his shirt is inside out or not.

Rob had seen enough movies to know that when the girl opens her mouth like that, it means to use your tongue, but he was reluctant, as worries and doubts went chasing through his thoughts. "What if it tastes bad, what if I taste bad, what if I do it wrong!" Round and round the thoughts went, setting him on edge.

Buying time, rob switched his kiss from Emma's upper lip to the lower, parting his lips and taking it between them. He brought his tongue forward hesitantly, licking along the surface of her lip, tasting the moisture where she had been biting her lip a moment before. He'd been worried it would be gross, but he'd been wrong; it was great; no more than great, it was wonderful.

At last, he broke off the kiss and stood back, panting slightly. "Wow," he gasped, "That was... WOW...! Can we do it again?"

For several seconds Emma just stood there, unsure how to reply, not even able to think as her mind was still on lockdown, before she giggled slightly. It was a carefree, pleasurable laugh, clear as a bell and not the least bit humorous. "I... I thought my first kiss wouldn't be with me being naked... kihihihihi..." Her body shook with the laughter, and she now grabbed his hands with hers, holding them.

"I'd never thought about my first kiss at all," he admitted with a smile, "But I'm glad it happened this way. I like the way kissing you tastes and how soft you are when I touch you. It's kind of scary though; my insides feel like I'm on a roller coaster!"

Rob stood there for over a minute then, not saying anything, just holding Emma's hands and taking in every inch of her with his eyes. He imagined what she would look like in a few years, as the strait lines and most subtle curves started to take on their full shape. She would be beautiful; he knew that; then a thought slipped into his mind that seemed to come from outside himself *She'll always be beautiful to me.*

At last, he placed her hands on his shoulders and said, "I got to touch you, so if you want to, it's only fair."

Emma now suddenly grinned wolfishly, and a certain glimmer was to be seen in her eyes as he said that. It was obvious that she had something in mind; it was the same expression she always wore right before she would do something either stupid or daring or just something she wasn't supposed to do.

"Okay." And with that, she suddenly pushed him backwards, towards her bed, leaning forward and kissing him now herself, her lips finding his and suckling softly. He hit the bed with the backside of his knees, and she pushed him further, prompting him to fall, and immediately, she climbed onto him, giggling and grinning.

Rob let himself be pushed, and felt his knees buckle as he hit the edge of the bed, causing him to fall back. It was her turn to kiss him, it seemed, and he enjoyed it greatly. His second kiss was far more daring, his tongue going further into Emma's mouth, looking for hers. Finding it, he slid his tongue along the length of hers.

As she climbed on top of him, he again became aware of how hard he was. He could feel it rubbing against her belly and along her thighs. Then, as he crawled higher, so that she could be close enough to kiss him again, the soft head brushed along her cleft, allowing a drop of moisture to escape her inner folds. Rob gasped in pleasure, as his hips gave a small bump, causing him to slide and press hard against the small nub of Emma's clitty.

Another giggle escaped Emma as she felt something funny poking her most tender, intimate spots, but she did not really care anymore. She leaned forward and kissed him again, giggling and moaning as she did so, her hands now running across his upper body and beginning to explore it. Her breath was hot against his skin as her lips met his, nervous but eager.

This was really nice. She should have done this far sooner she realized. She liked how he felt against her, how his body was pressed against hers, how warm and inviting his lips were. And he tasted... well, nice. It was really neat, all in all. There was this strange feeling in her stomach again, as if a thousand little butterflies were having a wild party, but she found that she liked it, even if she did not understand it. And there was also this tingling sensation further down, yet that was nice as well.

Rob met each of her kisses with enthusiasm as Emma's hands ran across his chest. He enjoyed how soft she was and how warm everything felt when they touched.

Every time she broke off the kiss, he took the opportunity to kiss her somewhere else; first her cheeks, then the tip of her chin, and finally her neck. Rob was kissing the side of her neck, above the collar bone, and Emma was just about to bring her lips back to him when her searching hands found the sensitive spot along his ribs. She was tickling him, and it was making him giggle and squirm.

This was awesome. No other word possible to describe it. It was simply awesome. Like kind of wrestling but also kissing and watching a cool movie or riding a rollercoaster, all at once. Emma felt so good, she couldn't even begin to describe it. Instead, she just kept going, moaning and giggling as he kissed him and bit his earlobe, tickling him and exploring his body, grabbing him and pushing him down with her weight, her hip pressed against his, her hair tickling his skin. She also felt his thingie, if that was the right word, squirm under her tender nether lips, making them shudder. Well, not really, but it felt like that.

Rob enjoyed the wrestling, the kissing, and even the tickling. He didn't think he'd ever felt so good; so happy. He could feel her wetness coating his head and along the bottom of his shaft where the two of them had been grinding together during Emma's tickle attacks, and he enjoyed that even more.

He had given as much as he'd taken, exploring her body with his hands and tongue. He'd found out that when he licked and kissed her nipples, Emma would let out a low, soft moan that would turn into a squeak if he nibbled on them with his teeth lightly. He'd also learned that if he ran his hands down her back in just the right way, it made her press her chest out and forward, which allowed him much easier access to those nipples with her sitting on top of him, pinning him down.

Rob had decided to try something daring, and was sliding his hands down Emma's back again, but instead of retracing his steps back up, he continued down further, taking a firm grip of her bottom, as she kissed, and nibbled on his earlobe. This caused her nether lips to part, and his small head to slide into her opening, pressing against her hymen. He gasped both at the shock of pure pleasure and at the realization of what they were doing.

"Emma, wait!" he said, panicking. He knew what sex was, and that they were doing it, or were about to do it, but he also knew that it hurt the girl the first time and made her bleed, and that was with girls older than nine. If she was hurt, he was worried she'd tell, and he would be in trouble so deep he'd never see the end of it, and even if she didn't, the blood would give away the secret of what they'd done. The only thing he knew that they didn't have to worry about was her having a baby, because they were both too young for that. Everyone knew that couldn't happen until you were thirteen.

The warning came too late. Emma had fun, so why should she stop now? She giggled and laughed, she moaned and groaned, she groped and fondled, she wiggled and shivered on top of Rob, all this was an exciting adventure for her and nothing else. She did not even think that this could be something else; it was just harmless fun, wasn't it? And it felt so nice, so why should she stop now?

With a yelped laugh, she tried to get into a better position to bite his nipples, only a bit, and then she felt his pulsating thing between her folded lips, her wetness and tight snatch. The head of it was already halfway in, and it made her feel very nice but confused, all tingly and shivering and warm and electrified and strange. But like said before, it felt nice. So what if she... Oh so slowly, she pushed deeper into him, feeling IT sliding deeper into her kitty, sending jolts of pleasure and giddyness through her, until it could not go any deeper without hurting. "Hmmmm... Rob?"

"Emma, you're going to hurt yourself if you don't stoooo" Rob broke off, as he felt himself sliding slowly deeper into her. He could feel his own pulsing, and her opening gripping his tip like a vice, and beneath that, he could feel something else; it was Emma's heartbeat, though he didn't know it. "Oh god, that feels so good," he said at last.

On top of Rob, the nine-year-old girl shuddered and held her breath as she felt herself slowly getting impaled by his thingie, the pole of his body sliding slowly deeper into her kitty. Pulsing waves of pleasure and giddiness and a bit of pain as well, but a kind of good pain, rolling over her body as it did so, then she began to pant and moan slightly, pressing her upper body against him, biting into his neck as if to hold on to him.

As Emma slid lower onto him, Rob's resolve crumbled, and he gave in to his need. He began thrusting his hips up, only slightly at first, but with each thrust being harder than the last, driving him deeper into her. At last, he was positioning so hard he was lifting her off the bed, only to come bouncing back down, driving himself into her all the way to the base. His hands took a firmer grip of her ass, squeezing and kneading it as he bounced her up and down.

Each stroke brought Rob a wave of pleasure, accompanied by a slowly building pressure. "Emma, I think I need to pee," he whispered to her slightly embarrassed; not knowing the difference in sensation from an orgasm. He didn't want to stop, it felt too good, and he was holding the pressure in check for the moment, but with each thrust it was getting harder, and soon he wouldn't be able to.

With each of Rob's thrusts, Emma yelped out a low moan, her eyes closed in pleasure, her fingers twitching as they held onto him. She could only sit there and enjoy it, unable to do anything else, her consciousness overridden by unknown feelings and desires, a tingling, hot sensation coming from her loins. Her kitty felt like it was on fire or electrified, her limbs weak and shivering, her mind blank.

"Hmaaa... don't... stop...," she managed to breath out, her words barely more than a mumble, not even really understanding what he had said. She did not know or understand what was going on, neither did she want to, she only enjoyed it, and that was that for her. A strange heat and tingling, and unknown sensation was getting stronger and stronger in her body, like a pressure being built up inside of her.

He didn't want to stop, and couldn't even if he did; this just felt too good. He gritted his teeth and tightened the muscles in his lower abdomen, to hold out as long as he could, but somehow this only increased the pleasure and the building pressure. He knew then that he only had a few seconds left, and so he braced his arms across Emma's back and sat up, holding much of her weight as he did so. That was enough to cause a shift inside Emma, and he felt the tip of his little soldier being pressed against something firm inside her. Finally, he was pushed over the edge; he could take no more. His entire body began to shudder as a surge of pleasure passed through him, like a bolt of light. His eyes rolled up in his head, as his little dick began to spasm and twitch uncontrollably, and he nearly passed out from the intensity of what was happening to him.

Out of instinct or perhaps desire or perhaps something completely else, Emma leaned forward and pressed her lips onto Rob's, sucking on them, shoving her tongue into his mouth. That was also when he grabbed her, pressed her against him, and she then felt something happening inside her kitty, the tickling sensation becoming more frantic. And suddenly she felt so full, so absolutely full, and then there was something hot deeeeeeep inside her and tingling goodness explodesd inside her, making her moan and pant for the kiss, biting down on Rob's lip. For a short time, her mind went numb, completely blank, her breathing stopped, and her heart was hammering like crazy.

It is as if fireworks are going off inside of her, and her whole body shivers in delight, then slowly it begins to fade away. Suddenly, out of breath, she slumps down and clings to Rob, feeling satisfied and good but confused. That is also the moment when she hears a car on the drive-way.

"Oh crap! Emma they're back, we gotta get dressed, hurry!" Rob said in a loud, panicked whisper as he too had heard the car pulling up. He was trying to gather his clothes, while still entangled, and inside her.

Like stung by a wasp, Emma all but jumped off Rob, suddenly red again and panicked. She didn't even really know why, because she did not think she had done something too bad, but still, she had not the feeling her parents or her brother should know. As fast and hectic as she could, she grabbed her discarded clothing, slipping on her panties and not caring that they got dirty, then her skirt and top. By the time Jason ran up the stairs and to his room to stow away his newest additions to his action figure collection, Emma pulled on her top.

Planting both of his feet in the legs of his pants, Rob pulled them up swiftly and tossed on his shirt; inside out, as it so happens, but being black and patternless, it was all but unnoticeable. As he was turning toward the door to slip out, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. There was the beginning of a hickey forming on his neck, and his lip was bleeding where Emma had bitten it.

*Oh man, we're so sunk* was his first thought, then his mind went into overdrive. Being an only child meant he couldn't just say someone else did it; that meant he'd become adept at coming up with crazy plans and making up stories to get out of things. It took him only moments to come up with a clever ruse; he only hoped it would work.

He quietly stepped out of Emma's room, before quickly and loudly stomping his way to Jason. "Hey, you jerk, you left the rake out!" he said in a voice loud enough to carry to Emma's room through the open doors, but hopefully not enough for parental ears to pick up down stairs. "You know your dad said you'd be grounded for two weeks if that happened again, and the stupid thing jabbed me in the neck when I did a leaf dive to boot." Jason's reply was too muffed to hear. "Yeah, I got the rake back in the shed while you guys were pulling up, but Emma saw what happened, and I had to make a deal to keep her from rating you out. Now I got to be Joker for Halloween, when I wanted to go as Freddy Kruger, so you owe me one."

"What!" Jason's reply could be heard this time, "Oh man, mom just got her a Harley Quinn costume the other day! And she has kind of a massive crush on you, do ya know that right?!"

An exasperated groan could be heard followed by "I take it back, you don't owe me one, you owe me three! One for the rake, one for the costume, and now one because of that! And the first one is going to be you have to be Batman for Halloween, otherwise it'll be super awkward with your sister."

"OK, deal," Jason said reluctantly, as he felt too old to dress as a superhero for Halloween. "Now go in the bathroom and get cleaned up, it looks like you bit your lip when you took that dive." Rob began taking heavy steps toward the bathroom that separated Jason's room from his sisters. "And thanks for covering for me. You're right. I owe you big time, man!" As Rob opened the door to the bathroom, blocking Jason's line of sight, he turned and winked at Emma's open door, hoping she'd see. "No problem, dude, what are friends for?"


A nine-year-old girl with an adventurous and daring spirit, often seen displaying a wolfish grin and a glint in her eyes before doing something audacious. She's tomboyish in nature, unafraid of getting dirty or engaging in activities typically associated with boys. Despite her young age, she possesses an innate curiosity and fearlessness that makes her eager to explore the unknown. Her carefree laughter suggests a jovial personality that finds joy in simple pleasures. Even though she can be somewhat naive at times, there's an underlying resilience and adaptability to her character which allows her to navigate through unexpected situations with ease.

Rob had seen enough movies to know that when the girl opens her mouth like that, it means to use your tongue, but he was reluctant, as worries and doubts went chasing through his thoughts. "What if it tastes bad, what if I taste bad, what if I do it wrong!" Round and round the thoughts went, setting him on edge.

Buying time, rob switched his kiss from Emma's upper lip to the lower, parting his lips and taking it between them. He brought his tongue forward hesitantly, licking along the surface of her lip, tasting the moisture where she had been biting her lip a moment before. He'd been worried it would be gross, but he'd been wrong; it was great; no more than great, it was wonderful.

At last, he broke off the kiss and stood back, panting slightly. "Wow," he gasped, "That was... WOW...! Can we do it again?"

For several seconds Emma just stood there, unsure how to reply, not even able to think as her mind was still on lockdown, before she giggled slightly. It was a carefree, pleasurable laugh, clear as a bell and not the least bit humorous. "I... I thought my first kiss wouldn't be with me being naked... kihihihihi..." Her body shook with the laughter, and she now grabbed his hands with hers, holding them.

"I'd never thought about my first kiss at all," he admitted with a smile, "But I'm glad it happened this way. I like the way kissing you tastes and how soft you are when I touch you. It's kind of scary though; my insides feel like I'm on a roller coaster!"

Rob stood there for over a minute then, not saying anything, just holding Emma's hands and taking in every inch of her with his eyes. He imagined what she would look like in a few years, as the strait lines and most subtle curves started to take on their full shape. She would be beautiful; he knew that; then a thought slipped into his mind that seemed to come from outside himself *She'll always be beautiful to me.*

At last, he placed her hands on his shoulders and said, "I got to touch you, so if you want to, it's only fair."

Emma now suddenly grinned wolfishly, and a certain glimmer was to be seen in her eyes as he said that. It was obvious that she had something in mind; it was the same expression she always wore right before she would do something either stupid or daring or just something she wasn't supposed to do.

"Okay." And with that, she suddenly pushed him backwards, towards her bed, leaning forward and kissing him now herself, her lips finding his and suckling softly. He hit the bed with the backside of his knees, and she pushed him further, prompting him to fall, and immediately, she climbed onto him, giggling and grinning.

Rob let himself be pushed, and felt his knees buckle as he hit the edge of the bed, causing him to fall back. It was her turn to kiss him, it seemed, and he enjoyed it greatly. His second kiss was far more daring, his tongue going further into Emma's mouth, looking for hers. Finding it, he slid his tongue along the length of hers.

As she climbed on top of him, he again became aware of how hard he was. He could feel it rubbing against her belly and along her thighs. Then, as he crawled higher, so that she could be close enough to kiss him again, the soft head brushed along her cleft, allowing a drop of moisture to escape her inner folds. Rob gasped in pleasure, as his hips gave a small bump, causing him to slide and press hard against the small nub of Emma's clitty.

Another giggle escaped Emma as she felt something funny poking her most tender, intimate spots, but she did not really care anymore. She leaned forward and kissed him again, giggling and moaning as she did so, her hands now running across his upper body and beginning to explore it. Her breath was hot against his skin as her lips met his, nervous but eager.

This was really nice. She should have done this far sooner she realized. She liked how he felt against her, how his body was pressed against hers, how warm and inviting his lips were. And he tasted... well, nice. It was really neat, all in all. There was this strange feeling in her stomach again, as if a thousand little butterflies were having a wild party, but she found that she liked it, even if she did not understand it. And there was also this tingling sensation further down, yet that was nice as well.

Rob met each of her kisses with enthusiasm as Emma's hands ran across his chest. He enjoyed how soft she was and how warm everything felt when they touched.

Every time she broke off the kiss, he took the opportunity to kiss her somewhere else; first her cheeks, then the tip of her chin, and finally her neck. Rob was kissing the side of her neck, above the collar bone, and Emma was just about to bring her lips back to him when her searching hands found the sensitive spot along his ribs. She was tickling him, and it was making him giggle and squirm.

This was awesome. No other word possible to describe it. It was simply awesome. Like kind of wrestling but also kissing and watching a cool movie or riding a rollercoaster, all at once. Emma felt so good, she couldn't even begin to describe it. Instead, she just kept going, moaning and giggling as he kissed him and bit his earlobe, tickling him and exploring his body, grabbing him and pushing him down with her weight, her hip pressed against his, her hair tickling his skin. She also felt his thingie, if that was the right word, squirm under her tender nether lips, making them shudder. Well, not really, but it felt like that.

Rob enjoyed the wrestling, the kissing, and even the tickling. He didn't think he'd ever felt so good; so happy. He could feel her wetness coating his head and along the bottom of his shaft where the two of them had been grinding together during Emma's tickle attacks, and he enjoyed that even more.

He had given as much as he'd taken, exploring her body with his hands and tongue. He'd found out that when he licked and kissed her nipples, Emma would let out a low, soft moan that would turn into a squeak if he nibbled on them with his teeth lightly. He'd also learned that if he ran his hands down her back in just the right way, it made her press her chest out and forward, which allowed him much easier access to those nipples with her sitting on top of him, pinning him down.

Rob had decided to try something daring, and was sliding his hands down Emma's back again, but instead of retracing his steps back up, he continued down further, taking a firm grip of her bottom, as she kissed, and nibbled on his earlobe. This caused her nether lips to part, and his small head to slide into her opening, pressing against her hymen. He gasped both at the shock of pure pleasure and at the realization of what they were doing.

"Emma, wait!" he said, panicking. He knew what sex was, and that they were doing it, or were about to do it, but he also knew that it hurt the girl the first time and made her bleed, and that was with girls older than nine. If she was hurt, he was worried she'd tell, and he would be in trouble so deep he'd never see the end of it, and even if she didn't, the blood would give away the secret of what they'd done. The only thing he knew that they didn't have to worry about was her having a baby, because they were both too young for that. Everyone knew that couldn't happen until you were thirteen.

The warning came too late. Emma had fun, so why should she stop now? She giggled and laughed, she moaned and groaned, she groped and fondled, she wiggled and shivered on top of Rob, all this was an exciting adventure for her and nothing else. She did not even think that this could be something else; it was just harmless fun, wasn't it? And it felt so nice, so why should she stop now?

With a yelped laugh, she tried to get into a better position to bite his nipples, only a bit, and then she felt his pulsating thing between her folded lips, her wetness and tight snatch. The head of it was already halfway in, and it made her feel very nice but confused, all tingly and shivering and warm and electrified and strange. But like said before, it felt nice. So what if she... Oh so slowly, she pushed deeper into him, feeling IT sliding deeper into her kitty, sending jolts of pleasure and giddyness through her, until it could not go any deeper without hurting. "Hmmmm... Rob?"

"Emma, you're going to hurt yourself if you don't stoooo" Rob broke off, as he felt himself sliding slowly deeper into her. He could feel his own pulsing, and her opening gripping his tip like a vice, and beneath that, he could feel something else; it was Emma's heartbeat, though he didn't know it. "Oh god, that feels so good," he said at last.

On top of Rob, the nine-year-old girl shuddered and held her breath as she felt herself slowly getting impaled by his thingie, the pole of his body sliding slowly deeper into her kitty. Pulsing waves of pleasure and giddiness and a bit of pain as well, but a kind of good pain, rolling over her body as it did so, then she began to pant and moan slightly, pressing her upper body against him, biting into his neck as if to hold on to him.

As Emma slid lower onto him, Rob's resolve crumbled, and he gave in to his need. He began thrusting his hips up, only slightly at first, but with each thrust being harder than the last, driving him deeper into her. At last, he was positioning so hard he was lifting her off the bed, only to come bouncing back down, driving himself into her all the way to the base. His hands took a firmer grip of her ass, squeezing and kneading it as he bounced her up and down.

Each stroke brought Rob a wave of pleasure, accompanied by a slowly building pressure. "Emma, I think I need to pee," he whispered to her slightly embarrassed; not knowing the difference in sensation from an orgasm. He didn't want to stop, it felt too good, and he was holding the pressure in check for the moment, but with each thrust it was getting harder, and soon he wouldn't be able to.

With each of Rob's thrusts, Emma yelped out a low moan, her eyes closed in pleasure, her fingers twitching as they held onto him. She could only sit there and enjoy it, unable to do anything else, her consciousness overridden by unknown feelings and desires, a tingling, hot sensation coming from her loins. Her kitty felt like it was on fire or electrified, her limbs weak and shivering, her mind blank.

"Hmaaa... don't... stop...," she managed to breath out, her words barely more than a mumble, not even really understanding what he had said. She did not know or understand what was going on, neither did she want to, she only enjoyed it, and that was that for her. A strange heat and tingling, and unknown sensation was getting stronger and stronger in her body, like a pressure being built up inside of her.

He didn't want to stop, and couldn't even if he did; this just felt too good. He gritted his teeth and tightened the muscles in his lower abdomen, to hold out as long as he could, but somehow this only increased the pleasure and the building pressure. He knew then that he only had a few seconds left, and so he braced his arms across Emma's back and sat up, holding much of her weight as he did so. That was enough to cause a shift inside Emma, and he felt the tip of his little soldier being pressed against something firm inside her. Finally, he was pushed over the edge; he could take no more. His entire body began to shudder as a surge of pleasure passed through him, like a bolt of light. His eyes rolled up in his head, as his little dick began to spasm and twitch uncontrollably, and he nearly passed out from the intensity of what was happening to him.

Out of instinct or perhaps desire or perhaps something completely else, Emma leaned forward and pressed her lips onto Rob's, sucking on them, shoving her tongue into his mouth. That was also when he grabbed her, pressed her against him, and she then felt something happening inside her kitty, the tickling sensation becoming more frantic. And suddenly she felt so full, so absolutely full, and then there was something hot deeeeeeep inside her and tingling goodness explodesd inside her, making her moan and pant for the kiss, biting down on Rob's lip. For a short time, her mind went numb, completely blank, her breathing stopped, and her heart was hammering like crazy.

It is as if fireworks are going off inside of her, and her whole body shivers in delight, then slowly it begins to fade away. Suddenly, out of breath, she slumps down and clings to Rob, feeling satisfied and good but confused. That is also the moment when she hears a car on the drive-way.

"Oh crap! Emma they're back, we gotta get dressed, hurry!" Rob said in a loud, panicked whisper as he too had heard the car pulling up. He was trying to gather his clothes, while still entangled, and inside her.

Like stung by a wasp, Emma all but jumped off Rob, suddenly red again and panicked. She didn't even really know why, because she did not think she had done something too bad, but still, she had not the feeling her parents or her brother should know. As fast and hectic as she could, she grabbed her discarded clothing, slipping on her panties and not caring that they got dirty, then her skirt and top. By the time Jason ran up the stairs and to his room to stow away his newest additions to his action figure collection, Emma pulled on her top.

Planting both of his feet in the legs of his pants, Rob pulled them up swiftly and tossed on his shirt; inside out, as it so happens, but being black and patternless, it was all but unnoticeable. As he was turning toward the door to slip out, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. There was the beginning of a hickey forming on his neck, and his lip was bleeding where Emma had bitten it.

*Oh man, we're so sunk* was his first thought, then his mind went into overdrive. Being an only child meant he couldn't just say someone else did it; that meant he'd become adept at coming up with crazy plans and making up stories to get out of things. It took him only moments to come up with a clever ruse; he only hoped it would work.

He quietly stepped out of Emma's room, before quickly and loudly stomping his way to Jason. "Hey, you jerk, you left the rake out!" he said in a voice loud enough to carry to Emma's room through the open doors, but hopefully not enough for parental ears to pick up down stairs. "You know your dad said you'd be grounded for two weeks if that happened again, and the stupid thing jabbed me in the neck when I did a leaf dive to boot." Jason's reply was too muffed to hear. "Yeah, I got the rake back in the shed while you guys were pulling up, but Emma saw what happened, and I had to make a deal to keep her from rating you out. Now I got to be Joker for Halloween, when I wanted to go as Freddy Kruger, so you owe me one."

"What!" Jason's reply could be heard this time, "Oh man, mom just got her a Harley Quinn costume the other day! And she has kind of a massive crush on you, do ya know that right?!"

An exasperated groan could be heard followed by "I take it back, you don't owe me one, you owe me three! One for the rake, one for the costume, and now one because of that! And the first one is going to be you have to be Batman for Halloween, otherwise it'll be super awkward with your sister."

"OK, deal," Jason said reluctantly, as he felt too old to dress as a superhero for Halloween. "Now go in the bathroom and get cleaned up, it looks like you bit your lip when you took that dive." Rob began taking heavy steps toward the bathroom that separated Jason's room from his sisters. "And thanks for covering for me. You're right. I owe you big time, man!" As Rob opened the door to the bathroom, blocking Jason's line of sight, he turned and winked at Emma's open door, hoping she'd see. "No problem, dude, what are friends for?"

Nervous as hell, because Emma knew she and Rob would be in deep trouble if found out, Emma listened to whatever Rob was doing outside her door. And then he even managed to weave it all into a very neat and nice story, and he would go as Joker and Jason as Batman. Hah, hook, line, and sinker. She snickered as silent as she could and grinned at Rob as he went to the bathroom, obviously thrilled by how things had turned out.

Emma did not know it, but this all was the beginning of a new chapter in her life and Rob's too. And perhaps, no, most likely, things would proceed and go out of hand from there on rather quickly.


An 11-year-old boy the throes of early adolescence. His appearance is typical for a boy his age, with signs of impending puberty such as a slight height increase and subtle changes in body shape. He may not be fully aware or comfortable with these changes yet, as evidenced by his awkwardness during intimate moments. Personality-wise, Rob is somewhat naive and inexperienced, particularly when it comes to understanding girls and their emotions. However, he also displays a sense of respect towards Emma, even though he sometimes fails to fully comprehend her feelings or reactions. Despite this, there's an underlying curiosity and burgeoning sexual awareness that surfaces in his interactions with her.

"Sorry, I was just trying to help," Rob said, replying to Emma's angry pout. He didn't understand why she was so mad all of a sudden, nor had he picked up on her underlying hints of embarrassment and arousal.

Not having any brothers or sisters himself, he often missed subtle social cues; doubly so when it came to girls. In fact, he recalled one incident over the summer, when apparently a girl had been trying to flirt with him. It wasn't until after she had given up, and Emma had teased him about it later, that he had managed to put two and two together. He'd put on a good public face, and said that he really wasn't interested in her anyway, but secretly thought of himself as an idiot, and regretted missing the opportunity. It also never occurred to him the reason she waited so long to tell him, or to tease him so mercilessly about it, was that Emma had been jealous.

"Come on, don't be mad at me," he said, unable to think of anything to do to calm Emma down.

"Well, you're not helping...," Emma mumbled under her breath, trying to keep up her angry face while actually being more or less just a bit confused and embarrassed a lot. She could not face him fully, could not bring herself to look into his eyes, she just couldn't. Then she mumbled, "It's a stupid costume anyway..."

She knew that it had been a bad idea to get this. She was way too small for something like this, too much of a kid to pull off something like this. She should have known from the beginning.

"No, it's not stupid; I like it. As for the hair, there's some spray stuff you can use for that. Most of the colors are weird, like blue and white, but I'm sure there's yellow too. Just have your parents pick some up when they get the makeup, it washes right out, so they shouldn't freak out about it. Now turn around so I can unzip this thing, then I can turn around, and you can try it on again without panties and see how I look, OK?"

For several seconds she stood there, thinking, while her face became once more beet red. Pulling down her panties in front of him? That sounded like her mother would be very angry with her if she ever found out, but perhaps... Well, she did not have to find out. Emma bit her bottom lip before she then said, "Umm... b-but you have to go as Joker on Halloween, Kay?"

"Sure, we can even talk Jason into going as Batman so we all match. Now hold still so I can unzip this thing. I don't want to tear it up." he said, stepping behind her and carefully lowering the zipper. "OK, now I'll turn around so I'm not peeking; you hop out of the costume, change, and hop back in."

Rob spun around, but kept his eyes open this time. He'd noticed that he could look to his right and see most of Emma in the mirror, and hoped she hadn't thought of that. The thought of seeing a naked girl thrilled him beyond common sense.

Jason as Batman and Rob as Joker, as her Puddin? Emma grinned at the thought as she turned around eagerly and presented her back, and thus the zipper, to Rob, her embarrassment and anger already forgotten once more. The idea as going together with Rob in a partner look made her really giddy and happy inside, all grins and happy thoughts.

She stepped out of the costume which practically fell from her body, and eager to show it off for real, she pushed down her panties without a second thought, only then realizing that she was naked in the room together with a boy. And not just a boy, but Rob. The thought was kind of exciting for her, and though she knew that she should be embarrassed, she was only a bit. However, she did not realize that he could see her in the mirror, could see her smooth, slender legs and compact but nubile body completely exposed to his eye.

Once more, she stepped into the suit and would now pull it up again and tell him to turn around to help her once more if Rob would not stop her.

Rob watched in the mirror, as Emma took off the costume, marveling at her slender legs and heart-shaped bottom, as she bent over to take her panties off. As she stood, he became aware not only of another wave of the elevator motion in his stomach but of an uncomfortable stiffness in his jeans and a slight electric, tingling sensation throughout his entire body; like putting a nearly dead 9 volt battery to his tong, only all over. Once Emma was once again dressed, Rob, not thinking, didn't wait for her to say anything before turning to help.

He could still see the cleft of that heart shape as he reached for the zipper, and couldn't help but notice how tight the costume was. Once more slowly raised the zipper, with his fingers again caressing her back as he did so, the small bulge in his pants pressing between the perfectly contoured outlines of her cheeks. Once finished, his hands slid down the sheer fabric, starting at her shoulders, then along her ribs, and down to her slim waist.

Emma felt the fingers running across her back, and it was kind of neat, thus she didn't say anything. Out of an urge, she pressed her thighs together, not thinking about it at all; she just reacted. Then she felt the zipped being closed and was nearly sad that it was like this, though she didn't know why. She was about to turn around and thank him when she felt his hands on her body. The fabric of her costume was so thin, it allowed nearly direct contact with her skin.

She felt her body stiffen at the contact, shivering lightly, her mind going blank, and her temperature going up. Her thighs now nearly rubbed against each other, her breathing suddenly becoming irregular. There was something pushing against her bottom, and with a sudden realization, she understood that it must be his thingie.

Rob's hands slid slowly forward, across her lower belly, tracing where the outline of Emma's panties had been. As he did so, he drew himself closer, pressing against her more firmly.

"See, no outlines, no wrinkles, nothing." He said as his hands met in front, the fingertips brushing against the top of her mound and lingering there for a moment before rising across her belly and the hard pebbles of her nipples. "Perfectly smooth."

Of course, this had an effect on Emma, who stood as still as a deer in the headlights and did not even dare to breathe. She felt goosebumps on her skin upon contact, felt the warmth of his fingers through the fabric and his body directly behind hers, all but pressed against her. She bit her bottom lip, more or less chewing on it out of... well, whatever it was she was feeling. And whatever it was, it also made her nipples stand out, pushed against the fabric of her costume.

If she had been older, she would have turned around and kissed him, then pushed him to the bed and... But she wasn't. She had no idea what was happening; she was confused and unsure of what was going on with her, what she was feeling. So she just stood there, enjoying the sensation, not daring to move even a muscle.

Letting Emma go, Rob stood back reluctantly, "OK, now turn around and let's take a look." He didn't know why his breath shuddered on the last word or why he was short of breath; he only knew he wanted to sit down for a moment before his knees gave out.

Taking three steps back without turning, he came to the edge of Emma's bed and sat down, gesturing toward the mirror. " Well, don't keep me in suspense."

Still not fully understanding and knowing what was going on with her and why she felt so funny and strange but good, she nodded reluctantly and forced herself to draw breath again before turning around to face Rob once more.

"So... what do ya think?" she then asked and struck a pose, one hand on her hips, the other pushed into the air, standing slightly angled to the side. Her suit was really skintight, showing off every inch of her body, any curves of her if she had any yet, and allowed her nipples to be seen through the fabric. Although she was red in the face, she did keep up her pose and waited for him to say... something. Anything really.

"Wow, I like it." Reaching out his hand, he traced a line around the cup of her navel: "I can see your bellybutton, and your...", he trailed off, as his fingers climbed Emma's chest, stroking, and circling her hard nipples; first one, then the other, unable to make himself say the word. "You look... pretty," he said at last, looking away on the last word, his face blushing as crimsed as hers.

Happiness bubbled up inside Emma's chest, and she felt herself ready to burst at Rob's words, her head becoming a bit light. It could also be because she was blushing, again, like crazy, but in her good mood, she made a small pirouette and... noticed the mirror.

Now, Emma was perhaps not the smartest girl, but she was also far from being dumb either. So she counted one and one together and realized what must have happened. Or at least could have. He had seen her, or at least he could have seen her. For a few seconds, she stared at the mirror, then she turned around again, facing Rob once more. On the other hand, it wasn't like her suit was really hiding anything; she was as good as naked anyway. "Ummm..." she then began to mumble, her eyes not meeting his. "So... um... have you... um... peeked?"

"Maybe a little," he said as he looked away, unable to face her. "But it was an accident, really!" he continued, lying now, worried he would get into trouble. "I'm sorry, please don't be mad about it."

"You..." Emma sought the right words, but it eluded her before she gave up in defeat and instead thought of how to get out of this without too much embarrassment. Well, there was the possibility of... Well, revenge. Kind of. "Ummm... So, now that you saw me naked..." She got red once more as he said this and made a short pause, as if she had to think if she really wanted to say it before going on. "It's only fair that I see you naked... um, too."

What Emma was asking Rob made him both nervous and embarrassed, but it could be worse; she wasn't saying she would tell someone and get him in trouble. Still, he thought about it for several moments. He didn't think it would be at all pleasant being on the receiving end of her gaze, and he fully expected her to tease him, but she was right; it was only fair.

After thinking about it for almost half a minute without saying anything, he had an idea; a kind of compromise. "OK, I guess you're right, fair's fair, but... well, I didn't see much, and it was only for a second. S, so maybe... maybe we should both... you know. That way, we can both take a good look."

Now it was Emma who thought about it for about half a minute before shaking her head. No way was she gonna undress just like that, and with this costume, she was as good as naked anyway. "Nu-uuhh. You peeked, you're a perv. Aaaaand... you already saw me naked..." And then a smile slowly crept onto her face, together with an impish look in her eyes. "But... I guess I can get naked... again... Once you are. Perhaps."

Sighing, Rob kicked off his shoes and socks, then stood, turned his back to Emma and pulled off his shirt, making sure to position himself so that she couldn't use the mirror like he had.

Being called a perv had stung, and it had dampened his mood somewhat; enough that the strange motion sickness was now reduced. Furthermore, he'd picked up on the change of tone in her voice. It had taken on the tone Emma would use when she had come up with one of her clever ideas on slipping something into her parents or planning to play one of her really mean tricks on someone. That though put Rob on guard.

Reluctantly, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid down the zipper, before hooking his thumbs beneath the band of his underwear and letting them fall with a quick tug. He stood there, naked, his back to Emma, his mind rolling with too many emotions to name.

Nervously, Emma shifted her weight from one side to the other, nibbling on her bottom lip as she watched him undress. He was really doing it; he was actually undressing in front of her, he was getting naked. Suddenly, she felt trapped there, as if she could not leave now, nervous and unsure about how to go from here.

"Umm..." She carefully began to speak, only to stop then, her eyes roaming his backside. Even though he was only a boy, just two years older than her, she found that she liked what she saw, and a million butterflies suddenly ran amok inside her stomach. Then she grabbed all her courage and turned around herself, saying then, "O-Open my zipper... pl-please."

Rob looked over his shoulder when she spoke; Emma had already turned around and was waiting for him. As he moved to help her with the zipper again, he failed to take into account the difference his unclothed state would cause.

At best, he was only ten centimeters long, but it was sticking straight out and was so stiff as to almost be painful. As he stepped closer and grabbed the zipper, the head brushed against the left side of Emma's butt. The texture of the tight fabric as it ran across his swollen, sensitive member sent a lightening bolt of pleasure coursing through his frame. It took Rob a moment to recover, and even then, his hands were shaking as he brought the zipper down.

He wanted more than just look at her; he wanted to touch her and feel the softness of her skin; he wanted to kiss her; he just wanted her.

Again Emma stepped out of the suit, more hesitantly now, shivering even, clearly no overly comfortable at the moment. She was nervous as hell; after all, she knew that she was about to do something, well, naughty.

With her chewing on her bottom lip, she turned around, directly in front of Rob, not daring to look into his eyes, her face beet red. However, that meant that she saw perfectly well his swollen member, standing proud at attention. She gasped in surprise. She was just old enough to have a rough idea about what that was and what it was meant for, if only from the whispering of older girls. She was naked. Completely naked, her slender, nubile form completely free for the eyes to roam. And she was standing in front of an equally naked boy, a darn cute boy to boot. So, of course, she was nervous as hell.

Rob could hear the blood rushing in his ears, as his eyes slowly took in every inch of her. The way she bit her lower lip; the bright pink nipples, surrounded by blushing crimson; the nape of her neck; every detail burned into his mind as if to make the memory last forever. Reaching out his hand, he touched her. The sensation was incredible; her skin was soft and very warm, almost hot in fact, as if she might have a slight fever. The tips of his fingers started at her shoulders, then slid down, across her beautiful nipples, where they lingered for a moment.

Finally, Rob looked at her downcast eyes. He could see now that she was as nervous as he was, and he desperately wanted to reassure her. His hand grew more brave, sliding from nipples to her ribs, where he no longer just used the tips of his fingers but his whole hand. He stepped closer to her, as his hands slid down to rest on Emma's hips; his erection, sliding down along her mound, pressing into the small Y at the top of her slit. There were hundreds of things he wanted to say to her; to reassure her, but he couldn't speak. At last, he brought his lips down, and pressed them softly against her upper lip.


A 9-year-old tomboyish girl with a youthful, nubile appearance. She has slender legs and a compact body. Despite her young age, she possesses an impish charm and a spark of mischief in her eyes. Her personality is characterized by her boldness and adventurous spirit; she's not afraid to challenge norms or embark on daring escapades. However, beneath this audacious exterior lies an innocent naivety and confusion about the complexities of adolescence. She also exhibits a strong sense of fairness as demonstrated when she insists on seeing Rob undressed after he accidentally sees her in the same state.

"Sorry, I was just trying to help," Rob said, replying to Emma's angry pout. He didn't understand why she was so mad all of a sudden, nor had he picked up on her underlying hints of embarrassment and arousal.

Not having any brothers or sisters himself, he often missed subtle social cues; doubly so when it came to girls. In fact, he recalled one incident over the summer, when apparently a girl had been trying to flirt with him. It wasn't until after she had given up, and Emma had teased him about it later, that he had managed to put two and two together. He'd put on a good public face, and said that he really wasn't interested in her anyway, but secretly thought of himself as an idiot, and regretted missing the opportunity. It also never occurred to him the reason she waited so long to tell him, or to tease him so mercilessly about it, was that Emma had been jealous.

"Come on, don't be mad at me," he said, unable to think of anything to do to calm Emma down.

"Well, you're not helping...," Emma mumbled under her breath, trying to keep up her angry face while actually being more or less just a bit confused and embarrassed a lot. She could not face him fully, could not bring herself to look into his eyes, she just couldn't. Then she mumbled, "It's a stupid costume anyway..."

She knew that it had been a bad idea to get this. She was way too small for something like this, too much of a kid to pull off something like this. She should have known from the beginning.

"No, it's not stupid; I like it. As for the hair, there's some spray stuff you can use for that. Most of the colors are weird, like blue and white, but I'm sure there's yellow too. Just have your parents pick some up when they get the makeup, it washes right out, so they shouldn't freak out about it. Now turn around so I can unzip this thing, then I can turn around, and you can try it on again without panties and see how I look, OK?"

For several seconds she stood there, thinking, while her face became once more beet red. Pulling down her panties in front of him? That sounded like her mother would be very angry with her if she ever found out, but perhaps... Well, she did not have to find out. Emma bit her bottom lip before she then said, "Umm... b-but you have to go as Joker on Halloween, Kay?"

"Sure, we can even talk Jason into going as Batman so we all match. Now hold still so I can unzip this thing. I don't want to tear it up." he said, stepping behind her and carefully lowering the zipper. "OK, now I'll turn around so I'm not peeking; you hop out of the costume, change, and hop back in."

Rob spun around, but kept his eyes open this time. He'd noticed that he could look to his right and see most of Emma in the mirror, and hoped she hadn't thought of that. The thought of seeing a naked girl thrilled him beyond common sense.

Jason as Batman and Rob as Joker, as her Puddin? Emma grinned at the thought as she turned around eagerly and presented her back, and thus the zipper, to Rob, her embarrassment and anger already forgotten once more. The idea as going together with Rob in a partner look made her really giddy and happy inside, all grins and happy thoughts.

She stepped out of the costume which practically fell from her body, and eager to show it off for real, she pushed down her panties without a second thought, only then realizing that she was naked in the room together with a boy. And not just a boy, but Rob. The thought was kind of exciting for her, and though she knew that she should be embarrassed, she was only a bit. However, she did not realize that he could see her in the mirror, could see her smooth, slender legs and compact but nubile body completely exposed to his eye.

Once more, she stepped into the suit and would now pull it up again and tell him to turn around to help her once more if Rob would not stop her.

Rob watched in the mirror, as Emma took off the costume, marveling at her slender legs and heart-shaped bottom, as she bent over to take her panties off. As she stood, he became aware not only of another wave of the elevator motion in his stomach but of an uncomfortable stiffness in his jeans and a slight electric, tingling sensation throughout his entire body; like putting a nearly dead 9 volt battery to his tong, only all over. Once Emma was once again dressed, Rob, not thinking, didn't wait for her to say anything before turning to help.

He could still see the cleft of that heart shape as he reached for the zipper, and couldn't help but notice how tight the costume was. Once more slowly raised the zipper, with his fingers again caressing her back as he did so, the small bulge in his pants pressing between the perfectly contoured outlines of her cheeks. Once finished, his hands slid down the sheer fabric, starting at her shoulders, then along her ribs, and down to her slim waist.

Emma felt the fingers running across her back, and it was kind of neat, thus she didn't say anything. Out of an urge, she pressed her thighs together, not thinking about it at all; she just reacted. Then she felt the zipped being closed and was nearly sad that it was like this, though she didn't know why. She was about to turn around and thank him when she felt his hands on her body. The fabric of her costume was so thin, it allowed nearly direct contact with her skin.

She felt her body stiffen at the contact, shivering lightly, her mind going blank, and her temperature going up. Her thighs now nearly rubbed against each other, her breathing suddenly becoming irregular. There was something pushing against her bottom, and with a sudden realization, she understood that it must be his thingie.

Rob's hands slid slowly forward, across her lower belly, tracing where the outline of Emma's panties had been. As he did so, he drew himself closer, pressing against her more firmly.

"See, no outlines, no wrinkles, nothing." He said as his hands met in front, the fingertips brushing against the top of her mound and lingering there for a moment before rising across her belly and the hard pebbles of her nipples. "Perfectly smooth."

Of course, this had an effect on Emma, who stood as still as a deer in the headlights and did not even dare to breathe. She felt goosebumps on her skin upon contact, felt the warmth of his fingers through the fabric and his body directly behind hers, all but pressed against her. She bit her bottom lip, more or less chewing on it out of... well, whatever it was she was feeling. And whatever it was, it also made her nipples stand out, pushed against the fabric of her costume.

If she had been older, she would have turned around and kissed him, then pushed him to the bed and... But she wasn't. She had no idea what was happening; she was confused and unsure of what was going on with her, what she was feeling. So she just stood there, enjoying the sensation, not daring to move even a muscle.

Letting Emma go, Rob stood back reluctantly, "OK, now turn around and let's take a look." He didn't know why his breath shuddered on the last word or why he was short of breath; he only knew he wanted to sit down for a moment before his knees gave out.

Taking three steps back without turning, he came to the edge of Emma's bed and sat down, gesturing toward the mirror. " Well, don't keep me in suspense."

Still not fully understanding and knowing what was going on with her and why she felt so funny and strange but good, she nodded reluctantly and forced herself to draw breath again before turning around to face Rob once more.

"So... what do ya think?" she then asked and struck a pose, one hand on her hips, the other pushed into the air, standing slightly angled to the side. Her suit was really skintight, showing off every inch of her body, any curves of her if she had any yet, and allowed her nipples to be seen through the fabric. Although she was red in the face, she did keep up her pose and waited for him to say... something. Anything really.

"Wow, I like it." Reaching out his hand, he traced a line around the cup of her navel: "I can see your bellybutton, and your...", he trailed off, as his fingers climbed Emma's chest, stroking, and circling her hard nipples; first one, then the other, unable to make himself say the word. "You look... pretty," he said at last, looking away on the last word, his face blushing as crimsed as hers.

Happiness bubbled up inside Emma's chest, and she felt herself ready to burst at Rob's words, her head becoming a bit light. It could also be because she was blushing, again, like crazy, but in her good mood, she made a small pirouette and... noticed the mirror.

Now, Emma was perhaps not the smartest girl, but she was also far from being dumb either. So she counted one and one together and realized what must have happened. Or at least could have. He had seen her, or at least he could have seen her. For a few seconds, she stared at the mirror, then she turned around again, facing Rob once more. On the other hand, it wasn't like her suit was really hiding anything; she was as good as naked anyway. "Ummm..." she then began to mumble, her eyes not meeting his. "So... um... have you... um... peeked?"

"Maybe a little," he said as he looked away, unable to face her. "But it was an accident, really!" he continued, lying now, worried he would get into trouble. "I'm sorry, please don't be mad about it."

"You..." Emma sought the right words, but it eluded her before she gave up in defeat and instead thought of how to get out of this without too much embarrassment. Well, there was the possibility of... Well, revenge. Kind of. "Ummm... So, now that you saw me naked..." She got red once more as he said this and made a short pause, as if she had to think if she really wanted to say it before going on. "It's only fair that I see you naked... um, too."

What Emma was asking Rob made him both nervous and embarrassed, but it could be worse; she wasn't saying she would tell someone and get him in trouble. Still, he thought about it for several moments. He didn't think it would be at all pleasant being on the receiving end of her gaze, and he fully expected her to tease him, but she was right; it was only fair.

After thinking about it for almost half a minute without saying anything, he had an idea; a kind of compromise. "OK, I guess you're right, fair's fair, but... well, I didn't see much, and it was only for a second. S, so maybe... maybe we should both... you know. That way, we can both take a good look."

Now it was Emma who thought about it for about half a minute before shaking her head. No way was she gonna undress just like that, and with this costume, she was as good as naked anyway. "Nu-uuhh. You peeked, you're a perv. Aaaaand... you already saw me naked..." And then a smile slowly crept onto her face, together with an impish look in her eyes. "But... I guess I can get naked... again... Once you are. Perhaps."

Sighing, Rob kicked off his shoes and socks, then stood, turned his back to Emma and pulled off his shirt, making sure to position himself so that she couldn't use the mirror like he had.

Being called a perv had stung, and it had dampened his mood somewhat; enough that the strange motion sickness was now reduced. Furthermore, he'd picked up on the change of tone in her voice. It had taken on the tone Emma would use when she had come up with one of her clever ideas on slipping something into her parents or planning to play one of her really mean tricks on someone. That though put Rob on guard.

Reluctantly, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid down the zipper, before hooking his thumbs beneath the band of his underwear and letting them fall with a quick tug. He stood there, naked, his back to Emma, his mind rolling with too many emotions to name.

Nervously, Emma shifted her weight from one side to the other, nibbling on her bottom lip as she watched him undress. He was really doing it; he was actually undressing in front of her, he was getting naked. Suddenly, she felt trapped there, as if she could not leave now, nervous and unsure about how to go from here.

"Umm..." She carefully began to speak, only to stop then, her eyes roaming his backside. Even though he was only a boy, just two years older than her, she found that she liked what she saw, and a million butterflies suddenly ran amok inside her stomach. Then she grabbed all her courage and turned around herself, saying then, "O-Open my zipper... pl-please."

Rob looked over his shoulder when she spoke; Emma had already turned around and was waiting for him. As he moved to help her with the zipper again, he failed to take into account the difference his unclothed state would cause.

At best, he was only ten centimeters long, but it was sticking straight out and was so stiff as to almost be painful. As he stepped closer and grabbed the zipper, the head brushed against the left side of Emma's butt. The texture of the tight fabric as it ran across his swollen, sensitive member sent a lightening bolt of pleasure coursing through his frame. It took Rob a moment to recover, and even then, his hands were shaking as he brought the zipper down.

He wanted more than just look at her; he wanted to touch her and feel the softness of her skin; he wanted to kiss her; he just wanted her.

Again Emma stepped out of the suit, more hesitantly now, shivering even, clearly no overly comfortable at the moment. She was nervous as hell; after all, she knew that she was about to do something, well, naughty.

With her chewing on her bottom lip, she turned around, directly in front of Rob, not daring to look into his eyes, her face beet red. However, that meant that she saw perfectly well his swollen member, standing proud at attention. She gasped in surprise. She was just old enough to have a rough idea about what that was and what it was meant for, if only from the whispering of older girls. She was naked. Completely naked, her slender, nubile form completely free for the eyes to roam. And she was standing in front of an equally naked boy, a darn cute boy to boot. So, of course, she was nervous as hell.

Rob could hear the blood rushing in his ears, as his eyes slowly took in every inch of her. The way she bit her lower lip; the bright pink nipples, surrounded by blushing crimson; the nape of her neck; every detail burned into his mind as if to make the memory last forever. Reaching out his hand, he touched her. The sensation was incredible; her skin was soft and very warm, almost hot in fact, as if she might have a slight fever. The tips of his fingers started at her shoulders, then slid down, across her beautiful nipples, where they lingered for a moment.

Finally, Rob looked at her downcast eyes. He could see now that she was as nervous as he was, and he desperately wanted to reassure her. His hand grew more brave, sliding from nipples to her ribs, where he no longer just used the tips of his fingers but his whole hand. He stepped closer to her, as his hands slid down to rest on Emma's hips; his erection, sliding down along her mound, pressing into the small Y at the top of her slit. There were hundreds of things he wanted to say to her; to reassure her, but he couldn't speak. At last, he brought his lips down, and pressed them softly against her upper lip.

A gasp escaped Emma's lips as she felt his hands, his fingers sliding across her skin, sending small bolts of electricity through her body and making her shiver with anticipation and nervousness and something else that she could not really place. She wanted to say something, wanted to do something, but her mind was locked down and unable to think straight, unable to form coherent thoughts. And then she felt not only him against her but also his lips on hers.

Who had just replaced her brain with fireworks? Because that was exactly what she felt in that moment, her body now suddenly moving on autopilot, her lips lightly parting and kissing him back. Other than that, she was unable to do anything else.


A dominant and controlling individual who enjoys exerting power over others. He takes pleasure in humiliating and manipulating Sophie, using both physical and psychological tactics. He is able to physically manipulate Sophie with ease, suggesting a certain level of strength.

Faust put Sophie's head back down on the bed, then he went back behind her and smacked her other ass cheek this time. He gave it a few seconds and smacked the other cheek and he kept this up for about 20 seconds. "Oh, is that glistening I see between your legs? I do believe that might be the case." Chuckling crept out from between his lips as he lit himself a cigarette. "Oh don't worry, I'm not going to burn you. I'm just going to stand here and jerk-off as I look at you being as exposed as you are. You hear that, little Sophie? Your new owner is watching you and is masturbating right behind you? Can you hear it?"

The scent of what he was doing quickly spread around as he jerked off his throbbing erection. It was much more of a mind-game than anything else. He was going to condition her for his treatment and he was going to make her beg for it in the future. After a minute of jerking himself off he stepped over to the bed again and smacked her ass once more. "Do you like that you slut? I'm jerking off and spanking you at the same time. Perhaps it's best if you get something as well..." From below the bed he pulled out a drawer filled to the brim with various toys. From it he produced a toy called a magic wand, a ball at the end of a rod that vibrates in circular and back and forth motion. He put it on the lowest setting, barely vibrating, and put it softly against her clitoris.

"nnYYYMMMM!" Sophie grunted out, biting down on the ballgag as her head was yanked up by her soft golden ponytail, straining her neck as she tried to force her head back down into a comfortable position. Unable to speak she shook her head as best she could, remaining defiant. Her memories might have been altered or removed somehow but they hadn't gotten rid of her defiance. She grunted out in relief as her head was freed, though that quickly turned into a cry of pain as Faust slapped her exposed ass again. Then again, and again, and again, each smack slightly more painful than the last as his hand impacted on tender flesh. Sophie trembled as he finally stopped, a few tears in the corners of her eyes that she blinked back, her behind sore and reddened.

She flinched as the match was struck, her body only relaxing momentarily as he told her what was happening. She reeled in disgust. He wasn't lying—even if she couldn't hear him jerking away right in front of her the very faint but very distinct scent reached her nostrils. It made her feel ill, knowing that no matter how much she struggled, he was still jerking and pleasuring himself over her bound form.

Her body flinched as he slapped her ass again, a loud grunt of shock and pain escaping the gag, now wet with saliva, dribbling gently down her chin. She continued to shake her head frantically. She only stopped when something touched her clitoris, her body tensing up for a second. Sophie quivered, a low groan passing the red plastic ball in her mouth, her legs moving this way and that to try and dislodge the device. Despite her best efforts it stayed put, very small waves of pleasure washing though her prostrate form, transforming her grunts into slightly less vicious groans.

Faust stopped the jerking and instead decided to focus on what to do with his pet. He turned the vibration up slightly so her clitoris was more properly being stimulated. "Your mind might be saying no but your body is saying yes, m'dear Sophie. I can smell you so well from back here. You're glistening as you get wet." He stroked her ass again and smacked it lightly this time, alternating which cheek he was smacking but not once did he move the magic wand away from her clit.

"That's a good pet. Feel how good it is." Another smack followed. "Oh you're so wet. Don't resist it, give in and feel the pleasure coursing through you." He moved the magic wand back and forth on her clit as it vibrated and then up and down between the lips. Once more he smacked her ass cheeks. He chuckled as he stroked her reddened cheeks. "And you're drooling. You slut, is it that good?" He turned the vibration up to max for a few seconds without warning and then turned it back down to the low setting.

"Did you like that? Would you like some more of that?" He turned the vibration to max once more and then turned it back down. "Come now, do you want that to happen again?" Again he did something without warning and slapped his cock against her ass and started moving it up and down between the cheeks.

More moans passed poor Sophie's gagged lips as the vibrator jolted up to a higher setting, the ball humming against her pleasure button. Faust's smacks made her jump slightly, but they no longer hurt so much. Whilst her mind screamed at her to stop growing aroused her body thought differently, her clitoris a prisoner to the vibrations surging through it, prompting her sex to grow wetter, pearly beads of fluid running down her slightly puffy lips.

As Faust began to move the vibrator up and down over her lips and back and forth on her clitoris a single memory began to float into the front of her mind. It was of her, using a vibrator for the very first time, barely eighteen. She could just about remember the moment that she pressed it down... and the moment she came, the most intense point of the memory. Very quickly though the faint string of disjointed images and thoughts faded away, leaving her body in want as Faust alternated between the highest and the lower settings.

There was a growing heat in her exposed loins, a heat that her mind could not ignore. She wanted, no, needed to climax, needed to relieve the pressure rapidly growing inside of her. The memory plagued her mind, the intensity of her first vibrational-induced climax coming back to her, reminding her of the pleasure. Even as Faust slapped his length against her ass she couldn't deny herself any longer, her traitorous mind forcing her to nod her head, grunting and groaning like some sort of animal.

As Sophie nodded and groaned Faust grinned widely. She was slowly tarting to break but now it was time to start properly breaking her in to what she was expected to do. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Do you want me to ramp up the intensity? Or perhaps you wanted me to make it softer." He turned the vibrations down to the minimum setting and had it barely touch her clitoris.

Faust slid his cock up and down between the cheeks, using them to masturbate, as he tapped her clitoris with the magic wand. "Perhaps you want me to turn it off? I can do that... oh of course. You can't speak with that in your mouth." He loosened the gag and let it fall out of her mouth so now she could talk. "Remember to talk properly to your master, dear Sophie. So what is it you want, hmmm?"

He was enjoying his superiority immensely. He had control of her body against her will and although he wanted to just plunge his member into her he was waiting patiently for her response. He was going to break her and if she behaved he was going to reward her but if she misbehaved she would be punished. His method of breaking her was to have her go through so much pleasure she'd become addicted to it.


An 18 years old woman with a defiant and strong-willed personality, resisting her captor's torment despite the physical and emotional challenges she faces. Her appearance includes a soft golden ponytail, suggesting that she has blonde hair. She is also wearing a latex hood with tiny nostril holes, which partially obscures her features.

As Sophie nodded and groaned Faust grinned widely. She was slowly tarting to break but now it was time to start properly breaking her in to what she was expected to do. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Do you want me to ramp up the intensity? Or perhaps you wanted me to make it softer." He turned the vibrations down to the minimum setting and had it barely touch her clitoris.

Faust slid his cock up and down between the cheeks, using them to masturbate, as he tapped her clitoris with the magic wand. "Perhaps you want me to turn it off? I can do that... oh of course. You can't speak with that in your mouth." He loosened the gag and let it fall out of her mouth so now she could talk. "Remember to talk properly to your master, dear Sophie. So what is it you want, hmmm?"

He was enjoying his superiority immensely. He had control of her body against her will and although he wanted to just plunge his member into her he was waiting patiently for her response. He was going to break her and if she behaved he was going to reward her but if she misbehaved she would be punished. His method of breaking her was to have her go through so much pleasure she'd become addicted to it.

Sophie's back arched slightly as she shuddered as he moved the intensity down and shifted it away from her pleasure button. She strained her body to try and touch it, but to no avail. She groaned in frustration, taunted by the memory of her last remembered orgasm—it was if it was deliberately taunting her. She knew that the immense frustration she felt now could be released if only Faust pushed up the intensity of the vibrator. She grunted out in extreme frustration, her body bucking.

Her head shook violently as Faust threatened to turn off the wand, the idea repugnant. She needed the release it could bring her—the release he could bring her. Even in her denied state it still managed to make her feel sick with shame and disgust, but they alone were not powerful enough to quell her other overwhelming emotions and bodily desires.

"Yes you bastard, I want it!" she gasped out with her first breath as the gag was pulled out of her mouth, trailing saliva. "I want you to make me cum, OK!?" She panted loudly, allowed more access to air, the tiny nostril holes in the latex hood insufficient for such intense activity.


A more reserved and thoughtful individual, showing an analytical side through her archaeological pursuits. She's cautious but adaptable, able to adjust to unexpected circumstances with resilience. Her personality shows she is somewhat introverted or introspective, often observing and reflecting on her experiences. Given that she engages in physical activities like archaeological expeditions, she has a fit physique. Her willingness to experiment with different clothing styles during their shopping trip also hints at a versatile sense of fashion.

Grace tried to say something back, but as soon as Amy had said something her stomach felt like it was in knots. She was filled with a sense of dread as her hand grew hot once again. She could feel herself beginning to change and her pants started to feel tight. "No, please no," she whispered as she ran back into the dressing room and shut the door behind her. She undid her jeans with shaky hands and was mortified by what she saw when she pulled them down.

She fixed her pants quickly and tried to look as if nothing strange had happened. Still, there was a quite obvious bulge in the front of her jeans and her expression was distraught. Even with everything happening, she stopped to pick up the dress and paid for it, her hands shaking as she gave her credit card to the cashier. She had no choice. Once she was in the parking lot, she ran straight for Amy's car and jumped into the backseat. "Look what you did!" she shouted. Without warning, she pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees, revealing an erect phallus where her clitoris had been. "You have to change me back, now!"

Amy saw Grace quickly walking to the door through the mirror in her car. She wasn't surprised to hear the door open in the back and Grace come in, but she was surprised by what Grace showed her. Amy's eyes went wide as her mind tried to come up with a logical explanation as to why Grace had a man's penis between her legs. She wondered if Grace had always had such a thing, but she had never heard of anything like it. She was pretty confident in her knowledge of a woman's body and how it was supposed to mature and she couldn't think of any reasonable explanation at what she was looking at.

"Is it... is it real?" She finally asked as she reached a hand and touched the tip. It was warm and she could feel the veins pulsate on the hardened member. She heard Grace's plea and she was back to reality. "Wha... what do I do? Should I touch it, will that make it better?" Her hand wrapped around the head of the erect member and slowly began to slide her hand up and down the shaft hoping somehow that her action would make everything all better.

Grace gasped and moaned involuntarily at the new sensation. "I don't see how that could possibly make the situation better," she said. Still, she didn't make any move to stop her. She couldn't deny that it felt... good. She struggled to think, trying to ignore the fact that she was, in essence, receiving a hand job in the back of Amy's car. "It showed up when you told me to grow a dick. So tell me to do the opposite."

"Are... are you sure? You seem to be enjoying it..." Amy licked her hand and wrapped it around the entire length of the shaft before stroking it up and down. She didn't know what to think. If everything Grace had told her was true, then all she had to do was tell the dick to go away. Grace seemed to be enjoying so what was the point in stopping? She looked around out of the windows to her car. No one was around, or at least staring at the car. "Tell me you want more," she said teasing. If she could tell Grace what to do and she would actually do it, then she was going to have a little bit of fun. At the very least, this strange occurrence would make for the kinkiest sex she would ever have.

Amy positioned herself around as she kept stroking Grace's weird appendage. She looked up at Grace before letting her lips wrap around the hard member. She went down deep going all the way to the base. Amy had experience with men, this she could do, even if it was weird, but women she had no experience with whatsoever. She bobbed her head up and down along the shaft making sure to coat it with saliva. Somehow, this was all turning Amy on. The situation, how weird and strange it was, was making her wet.

Amy decided enough was enough. She pulled herself off of Grace making a loud pop as she left the hard cock. She climbed into the backseat rocking the car as she did so and stumbled around to make room. She looked at Grace, she was breathing heavily from how erotic the situation was and gave her next command. "Take my pants off and fuck me." There was no time to think about what she said, she was in heat and she needed the sex right now. Whoever this pharaoh was, he certainly had the right idea by making such a magical ring.

"Ohh, I want more," Grace moaned as Amy stroked her. It felt so foreign to her, but she was loving every moment of it. And then, when Amy started to use her mouth... when it was over, she was almost disappointed. That is, until she was climbing into the back seat with her.

She couldn't believe what she was being told to do. But she didn't have a chance to argue. Her body was moving on its own as she pulled off Amy's pants and underwear, throwing them into the front seat. She grabbed her by the hips and turned her around, putting her on her knees, and got behind her. Gripping her new cock by its base, she slid inside of Amy, thrusting hard and rough. Even without considering the change to her anatomy, she never had sex this way. She was normally a slow and gentle lover, but now she was fucking Amy like she was possessed. Her breasts were pressed against the other woman's back through her shirt and she bucked wildly against her. Soon, she felt a strange pressure growing in her groin as her member throbbed. Before she realized it, she was having an orgasm. But even after she came inside of Amy, and after the pleasure became so intense it hurt, she couldn't stop herself.

Amy yelped in surprise as she was being handled by Grace. She was flipped on her knees and she placed her hands against the window. She looked outside to see if anyone was coming by. She thought she saw movement, but it didn't look like it was coming their way. She moaned loudly as Grace entered her. Only now did she wish she had turned the car on to let the music drown out her moans.

Grace was rough and commanding with her body. Amy never had a lover perform this way, it was fantastic. Then she felt it, she felt Grace cum inside her and her face grew red as she felt that important moment when that hard member inside her began to pulsate and shoot its hot cum into her body. Amy never thought anything of it other than pleasure and she wanted more, she wasn't done yet and neither was Grace. She felt her body moving forward from Grace's power, no doubt the car was also rocking. Amy couldn't contain her moans, never had a man been so physical when making love to her. "Please..." Amy began, "...touch me." Amy reached around and took one of Grace's hand and placed it against her clit. Her body moved as she felt the extra pleasure hit her. "I want to cum... I want to cum so badly." Amy kept her hand against Grace's and it didn't take long for Amy to scream out in pleasure as she had her own orgasm. She felt her juices leave her body and surround the hard cock inside of her.

She was panting heavily, her hands against the window which had fogged up from her own heat. She could feel Grace's cum inside of her swirling around and a red streak was still across her face as she made love with Grace for the first time. "That... was amazing," she said as she tried to lay down on her stomach in the cramped space provided.

Grace could sense that Amy was done, and was finally able to let go of her and pull away. She sat with her back to the door, trying to catch her breath. She closed her eyes, trying to wrap her head around everything that had just happened. If it wasn't for the fact that everything was so vivid, she would have said she was in a dream. But no. This really was happening.

Looking down at Amy, half naked and panting, she almost became aroused again. But there was a sense of disconnect. She knew that she was the one who did that to her, but it felt like it had been another person in her place. And the worst (or best) part was that that was the best sex she had had in years. After a few minutes, she was finally able to recover enough to speak up. "Okay, you got what you wanted. Can you change me back now?" she asked.

"Oh yes, you're right." Amy said turning her head to look back at Grace. Her eyes were half closed. The pleasure was so great and so intense, she could have just passed out right then and there and slept a good while, but she clung to consciousness and stayed awake. She sat up in the car, someone was walking across much further down the garage. Amy looked down at the cock and said in a mystical voice, "Oh great and magical cock will you please go away!" Amy watched intently. "So this ring really makes you do everything asked of you." Amy took a deep breath and said, "Never leave me. I want you by my side, to love and be loved. I will take care of you." She took Grace's hand and gave it a squeeze for comfort.

Amy realized that Grace's cum was beginning to drip onto the seat. With a squeal she began to dress herself in the tiny space of her car. "Come on, we have to get you home." After they dressed, Amy began to drive out of the garage. She paid the fee and left the airport. "So tell me... were there any other magical rings or was it just the one?"

Grace scowled at the silliness of Amy's voice, yet somehow, it worked. The muscles in her abdomen clenched and unclenched, and before her very eyes, her body returned to the way it was. She dressed herself, but stayed in the back seat, mostly out of exhaustion. And when Amy told her to never leave, there was a flash of ring from the light, and Grace knew that she never would. She would stay by Amy's side for the rest of her life. I really am a concubine she thought as she stared out of the window. "I don't know. There could have been others. I didn't get to examine everything as closely as I would have like. Most of it was claimed by the local government right away and placed in museums."

"Oh, well that sucks. I mean, not the part about you finding all that stuff, but that it had to get taken away before you could examine it." Amy continued to drive towards her house trying to make small talk with Grace as they drove out of the airport and through the city to get to her house. "So, uh, if you ever need a break from that ring, I would be more than happy to wear it for you. I'll do anything you want." Amy said as she already forgot that Grace couldn't take the ring off. In time they made it to the house and Amy took Grace's bags out of the trunk and placed it inside. When the door was closed she wrapped her hands around Grace and quickly kissed her and hugged her. "Welcome home."

"I appreciate the offer, but it's stuck," she said, tugging on the ring to demonstrate. "And anyway, I don't know what I'd even ask you to do that you don't already." For the past several years, whenever she needed anything, Amy was the first person she called, and she always answered. When she needed to be picked up from the airport, when she moved into a new place, when she'd had a bad break-up; all Amy. Pretty much the only thing she hadn't asked her for was sex, and now they'd even done that.

She went into the house with Amy and returned her kiss, although much more hesitantly than when she was ordered to do it. After the hug was over and they separated, Grace moved to sit down on the couch. "I never realized before today that you felt this way about me," she said.

Amy sat down on the couch next to Grace. "Well to be honest, it never really occurred to me before today. I mean you always talk about how sex is with other women and I wanted to experience it for myself, but when we were at the store and you kissed me... well I thought you wanted me and it occurred to me that we have been friends for a long time, so why not explore with each other? I guess I let my emotions get the best of me back at the garage. I'm sorry." Amy felt embarrassed to have to say that to her friend, but she did use Grace to reach some level of satisfaction and it turned out to be the best sex she ever had period.

"What are you going to do... about the ring, if it never comes off? Do you think there is a way to get it off?" Amy was slightly interested in the ring. It allowed her to have the best sex ever and it was some sort of magical device. Amy looked at the time, it was getting late. "Well, I'll let you unpack and get to bed. You are welcome to sleep... with me, that is if you want to. I'm going to head up, I'm kind of exhausted." Amy made her way up to her room. She hung the dress with the rest of her clothes, but not before looking at it and holding it up against her body one last time. She stripped down to her panties and realized that they were soaking from Grace's cum. She discarded the bra and panties in place of something new, a thong perhaps, just in case Grace wanted to try something of her own free will later, not that Amy was expecting her to, but it wouldn't hurt to be prepared. She slipped on a pair of pajama shorts and a small tank-top and prepared for bed.

"I honestly have no idea," said Grace. She had checked the ring every few minutes since they left the airport, but she still couldn't get a single hint from it. "There are no markings or hieroglyphs anywhere on it. But maybe there was something back in the tomb that I missed." She didn't want to say it, but she was honestly worried that it would be stuck on her hand for the rest of the life. Of course, it wouldn't be so bad if it was just her and Amy, but what if someone else ordered her to do something. Would she have to do that as well?

She was tempted to join Amy in her room, but she needed time to think and process everything. She already would have been exhausted from the flight, but between the sex, the drama, and her very body changing, she was truly spent. She took her bags up to her own room and dropped them at the foot of the bed, deciding to unpack later. She did take a brief shower, then dressed in a knee length nightgown and plain, cotton panties. Almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.

Amy didn't realize how tired she was. When her body felt the cool soft bed sheets and the pillow, she just fell asleep. When she woke up she realized Grace must have slept in the other room. She was a little disappointed, but she knew her friend needed time. She checked the other room to see Grace fast asleep. She looked so sweet in her nightgown and the way she slept was just beautiful. Amy decided to make things up to Grace and went downstairs to cook breakfast. Soon, the smell of cooking pancakes, scrambled eggs, and extra crispy bacon would waft through the house. If Grace didn't get downstairs soon, Amy was going to have to go up there and serve her breakfast in bed. Amy set the table as if Grace was already downstairs. A napkin was set as well as forks and knives and two glasses of orange juice for both of the women. All that was left was the guest of honor. Oh and to make things a little more romantic, Amy plucked a flower from out front and put it in a tiny vase and set it on the table.

Grace woke up to the smell of food cooking and realized Amy must have already been up. She hadn't meant to sleep in so late, but knowing breakfast was waiting for her was a pleasant surprise. She stretched and yawned as she got out of bed, her nightgown rising slightly as she did so. She thought about putting on a robe, but figured that Amy had already seen all that there was to see and went down to the kitchen. "Mmh, that looks delicious," she said, taking her seat at the table. "You did this just for me?"


An adventurous and open-minded individual, always eager to explore new experiences. She's quick-witted and has a teasing sense of humor. Amy is also caring and supportive, always there for her friends when they need her most. She is confident about her body and comfortable with expressing her sexuality. She has an attractive or appealing physical presence that complements her bold personality.

Grace woke up to the smell of food cooking and realized Amy must have already been up. She hadn't meant to sleep in so late, but knowing breakfast was waiting for her was a pleasant surprise. She stretched and yawned as she got out of bed, her nightgown rising slightly as she did so. She thought about putting on a robe, but figured that Amy had already seen all that there was to see and went down to the kitchen. "Mmh, that looks delicious," she said, taking her seat at the table. "You did this just for me?"

Amy leaned over putting a plate of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon at Grace's spot and also a kiss on the cheek before taking her own plate to her spot at the table. "Well of course, I told you I would take care of you. So, how did you sleep?" Amy put some butter on her pancakes before the syrup and started to eat. It was nice to be able to sit back and eat with Grace and just talk.