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Shutting the door firmly behind herself, Kayla turned to survey the motel room the guy at the front desk had given them the key to. There was a bed, and an old TV, and a nightstand, and... that was about it. There wasn't even a chair or anything.
Whatever. It was cheap, which was all she could afford, and more importantly the guy at the front desk had bought her story about losing her license and her car breaking down. Or at least he hadn't been enough of a stickler to do more than give her and Jessie a once over before taking the cash and handing her a key.
Thinking of Jessie, Kayla immediately turned to the young girl beside her. She was shivering, unsurprisingly, like she had been ever since they got kicked off the bus and stuck out in the rain. Kayla turned and knelt down in front of her, trying to give a reassuring smile. The poor girl was miserable, even in the heated motel room.
"Okay, sweetie, we need to get you out of those wet clothes. Arms up?"
Jessie was shivering violently, and it took her a second to respond, but she dutifully lifted her arms and let Kayla pull her shirt off. They'd done this dozens of times over the last few years, even though Jessie was probably a little old for it now, and normally Kayla let herself linger over it. Not tonight, though, when they were both freezing and exhausted. Not to mention still freaked out by what had happened with Frank barely an hour before.
Kayla got the rest of Jessie's clothes off quickly and threw the wet garments aside. Thankfully, for all that the motel was cheap and kind of seedy, the heater worked just fine and the room was warm before they even got in. It wasn't enough to fix things, but at least Jessie wasn't going from cold wet clothes to wet and naked in cold air.
Rubbing her hands up and down Jessie's thin little arms, Kayla tried at another reassuring smile. "Okay, how about a nice, hot bath? I bet that sounds really good right about now." Jessie still looked miserable but she nodded, and at least she was shivering less. Kayla would take that as a win right now.
The inside of the bathroom didn't look much better than the hotel room, but it had a clean bath tub and that was really all Kayla was focused on. Thankfully, the motel's hot water apparently worked as well as the heat, and soon the bath was full and the bathroom nice and steamy. Kayla got Jessie into the tub and spent awhile just making sure she was warmed up all the way.
Finally, Jessie stopped shivering and relaxed out of the huddled position she'd been in. Now that she wasn't freezing, fatigue seemed to be hitting her hard and fast--unsurprising, given the time. Her tired eyes tracked over to Kayla and a small furrow appeared in her brow.
"What about you, Kayla?"
"What about me, sweetie?"
"Shouldn't you get in too? Aren't you cold?"
"Oh, no, honey, it's alright. I can take a bath af-" Her words were interrupted a shiver she couldn't suppress. "-ter." Unsurprisingly Jessie noticed, and the young girl frowned, a familiar stubborn expression banishing the sleepiness from her expression.
She really didn't need an argument right now, much less the sort of tantrum a tired, overwrought child could bring. Kayla relented. "Alright, alright..." She stood up and quickly shucked most of her clothes, only pausing at her underwear. Jessie knew about her penis, of course--as clingy as the girl could be, it would have been impossible to hide it from her--but Kayla generally tried to stay clothed around the girl she babysat so often. Partially out of basic decency, but largely out of not-so-basic indecency. It was hard enough covering up just how much time she spent at least partially aroused around Jessie with her pants on; having them off on a regular basis would have made it incredibly obvious.
Still, she supposed that wasn't actually a concern tonight. Kayla had been faring better than Jessie, being older and bigger, but she was cold enough that the thought of getting hard right then was laughable. So she slipped off her underwear and slid into the tub behind Jessie, settling in and letting the heat of the water soothe the urge to shiver away. After the terror of fleeing Frank and Jessie's house and then getting kicked off of the bus into the rain, it was nice to just relax and stop worrying, even if only for a few moments. The heat of the water sank into her bones and she let herself sink in, Jessie settled back against her. They both drowsed for a time, though Kayla was mindful enough of the dangers of falling asleep in the tub to at least stay somewhat alert.
Eventually, though, the water started to cool and it was time to get out. Which presented Kayla with a new problem: as her body had warmed up, it had stopped hoarding all of the blood for essential purposes and let it go elsewhere. And while her brain might have been only partially aware of the fact that she was naked in a tub with a cute little girl, her cock was fully aware, and trying very hard to make itself known. If she hadn't purposefully tucked it between her legs when she got into the tub, then Jessie would've had a very firm announcement of Kayla's arousal poking her cute little butt. Which was a thought that was not helping the situation at all.
Kayla gently shook Jessie's shoulder. "Jessie, sweetie?" All she got in return was a mumbled sound of protest, so she repeated the motion, rousing the young girl. "Can you go grab us those towels? We need to get in bed."
"Okay..." came the tired reply, and Jessie dutifully climbed out of the tub, plodding over to the towel rack and grabbing the towels hanging there. Kayla only allowed herself a brief moment of watching Jessie's naked, dripping form before focusing on getting her erection under control. A task easier said than done under the circumstances. Still, she mostly managed, and if it felt afterwards like Jessie was staring at her barely-covered crotch as she struggled to wrap the towel around herself quickly (the motel towels being exactly as small and useless as the towels in every other hotel), it was probably just her imagination.
Getting dry didn't take overly long, but that brought them to the next problem: they didn't have anything to wear to bed. Their clothes were still soaking wet (Kayla had taken the time to hang them in the bathroom, so hopefully they'd be dry by morning) and they hadn't exactly thought to grab anything when fleeing from Frank's intoxicated rage. Jessie climbed right into the bed and curled up under the sheets, but Kayla found herself hesitating again.
Exhaustion dragged at her, warring with an unpleasant mix of shame and desire. Despite her best efforts, she was still hard. She badly wanted to climb into the bed, pull little Jessie back against her, and rut and rub against her until she came. But, beyond the fact that she, y'know, shouldn't even want something ooo that... They'd run away from Jessie's house in the middle of the night, fleeing her drunk (and probably high) dad, and she had no money left nor any way to get more, and Jessie's dad had attacked her and it was kind of fucked up that most of what she could think of involved using Jessie to make herself cum. She a probably have been thinking about what to do next or something else constructive. And as she climbed into bed, she did try.
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, depending on the point of view, her body made the decision about what was going to happen next for her. Kayla barely got herself under the covers, a hand resting against Jessie's back, before she fell asleep.
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Sometime later, Kayla woke up from an odd dream about... robots? That looked like people? Whatever it was, it vanished as she tried to remember it.
It took her a moment to understand why the curtains, backlit by the slightest hint of morning light, looked wrong, but then she felt Jessie's warm little body pressed into her side and what had happened the night before came rushing back. Frank coming home drunk. Frank getting upset at Jessie over nothing. Jessie running to her room while Kayla followed, knocking over a bookcase at the top of the stairs to slow Frank down. Opening the window and climbing out onto the roof, then down the trellis that used to be nice, painted wood slats but was now mostly twisted vines. Running for the bus. Riding the bus until it reached the end of the line and the driver kicked them off into the rain. Finding the hotel and turning over the little bit of money she had on her to get a room for the night.
Kayla was so caught up in these memories that it took her a bit to notice two other things: one, she was achingly hard, which was, in fairness, not the most unusual thing the morning after babysitting Jessie. Two, and far more importantly, there was a small hand wrapped around her cock. It had stopped its slow stroking when she had woken up, but had resumed its movement after a few seconds of her not doing anything.
"Jessie?" Her voice was thick with sleep, and her arms didn't seem to want to respond when she tried to move them to push the covers back. "What are you--oh fuck!"
Shockingly, Kayla realized she was very close to cumming, despite only just having woken up. Apparently, Jessie realized this as well, because Kayla felt her squirm and shift against her side before suddenly a warm, wet mouth engulfed the head of her cock while the hand kept stroking. Before Kayla could even think of trying to stop it she felt herself erupt, firing spurt after spurt of cum into Jessie's waiting mouth. Distantly, she felt Jessie swallowing one mouthful and then another as she came harder than she ever had in her life.
Eventually, Kayla's orgasm petered out and Jessie released her, giving the head of her cock one last lick before popping out from under the covers and cuddling back into Kayla's side.
"Jessie... why...?" Kayla's heart was beating fast as she stared down at the girl's shy smile, even as the usual post-orgasm malaise spread throughout her body. "Why did you...?"
Jessie's slender shoulder moved in a sheepish shrug. "'Cause you needed it. And I wanted to." One arm wrapped tight across Kayla's waist. "You saved me."
Kayla instinctively returned the hug, wrapping both arms around Jessie. "I... sweetie. You don't have to do something like that because of what happened last night."
Jessie frowned, and Kayla could see the beginnings of hurt feelings creeping into her expression. "Did I do it wrong? Didn't you like it?"
"I..." Kayla should tell Jessie that she hadn't liked it. She should. She knew she should she should say that Jessie shouldn't do anything like that again until she was much older. It would be the responsible thing to do.
She couldn't, though. She couldn't lie to that face, not about this. Not when this was something that she had been dreaming about for years. "No. I mean, yes. Yes, I did like it. I liked it a lot." She hugged Jessie to her, trying to ignore just how good it felt. "I just... I shouldn't have let you do it."
"Why?"
"Because... Because you're only supposed to do that with people you love."
"But I do love you! Don't you love me?"
Kayla tried not to fall to pieces hearing that. She settled for hugging Jessie even tighter instead. "I do, sweetheart. I do. But I mean, like..." She cast around for an example. "Like Snow White and Prince Charming in the movie the other day. You know. When you're bigger, and you want to get married. Not like Anna and Elsa." Set aside just how much Anna/Elsa fanfic Kayla had read over the years. Jessie didn't need to know about that yet.
"Oh." Jessie took a moment to think that over. "So it's not for family?"
"Right." It killed her to say that, but it was the right thing to do. Was this the post-nut clarity thing some people talked about? Because last night she probably couldn't have--
"So why did daddy do it with me?" Jessie looked up at her with calm, curious eyes, as if she hadn't just dropped a bombshell on Kayla.
"W-what? Your dad...?"
"Yeah." Jessie's nose wrinkled in distaste. "I don't really like doing it with him. He smells bad whenever he wants to, and he grabs me a lot. I liked doing it with you better. You smell nice, and taste nice, and you're pretty, and you're nice to me." Jessie finally broke eye contact, nuzzling into Kayla's side and draping her slender little leg over Kayla's thigh--dangerously close to her cock, which Kayla suddenly realized was already stirring back to life.
"Oh. Um. Does he--does that happen a lot?"
Jessie gave a halfhearted shrug, still not looking up at her. "Only when he has the white stuff." 'When he's high', Kayla mentally translated. "I usually..." She trailed off, mumbling quietly and curling a bit tighter against Kayla's side.
"What was that, sweetie?" Kayla tried to subtly adjust herself, hiding her half-hard cock from Jessie.
"I pretend it's you. It makes it nicer. I want it to be you, not him." The embarrassment was clear in Jessie's voice, and the way she was hunching her shoulders... she clearly thought Kayla was going to be mad at her after what she had said earlier. Fortunately for Jessie--though unfortunately for Kayla's self-control--'upset' was the last way she'd describe herself. 'Excited', perhaps, or 'incredibly turned on', but not 'upset'. Well, she was upset about Frank. She kinda wished she'd kicked him in the dick on the way out the door. But she wasn't upset with Jessie. Not for one of the hottest things she'd ever heard.
"You do?"
"Yeah..."
"Sweetie. Look at me?" Jessie slowly raised her eyes, relaxing a little as she saw that Kayla didn't look mad at her. "You like thinking about me doing things like this to you?"
Jessie nodded, uncertain.
"And... you want to actually do them with me?"
The young girl nodded again, gaining a bit more confidence.
Kayla held Jessie's gaze, trying to communicate how serious she was even as her heart pounded in her chest. "And you know you don't have to do any of this to make me care about you, right? No matter what, even if you don't want to do it again ever, I'll take care of you, okay?" She wasn't exactly sure how she was going to do that, but that was a thought for later.
There were hints of an excited grin on Jessie's face as she nodded. Clearly she could sense where this was going. "Yeah!"
Kayla took a deep breath, then let it out. "Okay. I guess..." She bit her lip, trying to resist the urge to just devour the little girl pressed against her. "What else have you done with your dad? What do you want to do with me?"
"Umm..." Jessie frowned in thought. "Mostly he just makes me put it in my mouth. Sometimes he pushes it really hard in my mouth again and again. And sometimes he puts it between my legs and pushes it inside." She scowled. "It hurts when he does that."
"Does he ever try to make you feel good? Or does he just... do what he wants?" Kayla was pretty sure the answer was 'no'--Frank didn't exactly strike her as someone attentive to his partner's needs when he was sober. Drunk and high? No way.
Jessie gave her a blank look. "Make me feel good? What do you mean?"
"Well..." Kayla dropped her voice conspiratorially. "You know how I made some noises, and then shot that stuff in your mouth?" At Jessie's nod, she continued. "That's because it felt really, really good. And you can feel good too!"
"I can?"
"You can. But I'll have to touch between your legs, okay?"
Jessie gave her an uncertain look. "It's not gonna hurt, is it?"
Kayla shook her head firmly. "It shouldn't. And if it does, I'll stop, okay?"
"... Okay."
"Alright! Now, wiggle your way up here." Kayla quickly got Jessie situated with her head on her pillow. She paused, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of Jessie's naked, lightly aroused body beneath her. She'd seen her unclothed plenty of times, of course, but before she'd tried her best to keep her gaze chaste and just be a normal person who wasn't secretly lusting after the girl she was babysitting. The pleasure had been limited to quick little bursts during other tasks, but now she could indulge.
Jessie fidgeted under her gaze, shy. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Kayla gave her a reassuring smile. "Just like looking at you, cutie. Now... first things first. Copy me, okay?"
Jessie nodded, and Kayla leaned over, pressing her lips briefly to the girl's. After pulling back for a moment to check, she leaned in and kissed her again, longer. And then again, darting her tongue out and gently running it over Jessie's lips. Jessie giggled, but dutifully copied each movement as best as she could. Slowly, Kayla went further and further until they were making out, with Jessie doing her level best to keep up with the older girl. Beneath her, Jessie was panting and moaning.
With more than a bit of regret (but a great deal more eagerness), Kayla drew their last kiss to a close and leaned back. At this point, she was lying draped across Jessie's torso, the young girl's lips and cheeks flushed from the kissing. This close, she could watch the little expressions pass across Jessie's face, hints of excitement and pleasure and joy flickering in and out as she processed the everything that had happened so far.
Before Jessie could come down too much, Kayla bent again, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, just under her a jaw. And then another, a little ways down, adding a soft suction. And then one more, right where her neck met her shoulder, gently grazing her teeth over the tender spot there. She stayed there, gentle with her teeth despite the urge to bite down and leave a mark, driving Jessie to new heights and leaving her a panting, quivering mess.
Kayla pulled back again momentarily to survey her work, then started working her way down once more, trailing kisses as she went. A quick stop at Jessie's undeveloped chest, pulling a distracted giggle from the girl as she teased her little nipples with the tip her tongue. Another quick stop at her belly button, dipping her tongue in briefly and drawing a shriek of laughter out of Jessie. As she continued down, part of Kayla was tempted to keep going, to kiss every inch of Jessie's cute little legs and feet before circling back to her prize... but no, she couldn't put it off any longer. Not now that she could smell the light but heady scent of Jessie's childish arousal.
Kayla nudged Jessie's legs open wider, resting her cheek against the inside of her thigh. Jessie's pussy was bare, the dampness clinging to her slightly parted lips speaking to her arousal. Her little clit was shyly peeking from its hood, just waiting to be drawn out by more direct stimulation--stimulation Kayla was eager to give it.
"You ready, sweetie?"
Jessie nodded, arousal warring with nervousness as she watched Kayla's every move.
Despite wanting to dive in and consume the delectable sight in front of her, Kayla took it slow, just as she had been up to this point. A gentle kiss, to reassure Jessie that this was going to be nice. A little lick, gathering up the dew clinging to her lips, for a promise of pleasure. A gentle flick of the tongue over her clit, jolting her, to show a little intensity could be good. Then repeating the cycle, a little harder, a little deeper. Then again. And again, until Kayla had her face buried in child pussy, holding her hips down as Jessie writhed on the bed, her little hands clenching at nothing.
"Kayla--! Something's... weird..."
Kayla paused just long enough to grin up at Jessie. "I know, baby. It's okay. Just let it happen. That's the good feeling you want." Then she dove back in, sucking hard on Jessie's little clit as the girl tried to thrust up against her mouth.
With a shriek, Jessie came. Had she been bigger and stronger, the force of it would have lifted her hips off the bed. As it was, Kayla easily held her small frame down, greedily lapping up her juices as the young girl experienced what Kayla suspected was her first orgasm. Unsurprisingly, her taste was lighter than the couple of girls Kayla had been with before, all of whom had been her own age. Not as... complex, maybe? Wonderful, though--if she could keep licking forever, she would.
Eventually, though, Jessie's shudders drew to a halt and her legs tensed in a way that told Kayla she was getting overstimulated. With a satisfied sigh she sat up, sliding up the bed a bit to rest next to Jessie as the girl caught her breath.
"How was that?"
Jessie's eyes were wide, even as she was still panting. "Wow... is it like that every time?"
Kayla laughed. "Maybe not always quite that good, but yeah. Sex is supposed to be fun and feel nice."
"Huh. Can we do it again?"
Kayla leaned down and gave Jessie a long, languid kiss, letting her taste herself on her tongue and lips. "Sure, baby." Her hand drifted down Jessie's flat tummy, fingers sliding between her legs. "How does this feel?"
Jessie closed her eyes, biting her lower lip. "Mmm. Good."
"And this?" A little more pressure, a slight shift, and her fingers slid in, first one, then two. Not deep--really, just gently probing around the entrance, but enough that she could feel the muscles clenching down on her fingers. She rubbed gently, teasing the muscles into relaxing.
Jessie's brow had furrowed a bit at the intrusion, but it smoothed out as Kayla worked. "Good...?"
A little more pressure and she started sliding deeper, opening her up more and more. If there was one benefit to what Frank had been doing, it was that Jessie could probably take a lot more than another girl her age. (That wasn't the only benefit, of course, but Kayla didn't want to think about how she owed the chance to be here in the first place to Frank's drunkenness and drug use and general shitty dad-ness.) Kayla just needed to get her to the point of enjoying it, rather than enduring it.
And it was working. Jessie was already getting wetter around her fingers and Kayla could see the pleasure building on her little face. But the goal wasn't to get her off again--not yet, at least--so Kayla eased off a bit, continuing to work her fingers back and forth but letting the intensity of her stimulation die down.
"Sweetie? Think you could give me a blowjob while I do this?"
"A... what?" The confusion was clear in Jessie's voice, as well as the arousal.
"A blowjob. When you suck on my penis?"
"Oh. Umm..." Jessie looked at their positions, clearly confused as to how that was supposed to work, and Kayla obligingly paused her ministrations to shift around, leaving her erect cock right next to Jessie's face.
"It doesn't need to be a lot, sweetie, but it does need to be nice and wet, okay? You want me to be wet for the next part."
"Okay." Jessie still seemed a bit unsure, but obediently took Kayla's cock into her mouth and started licking and sucking.
"Good girl..." Kayla moaned softly before resuming her movements, gently stretching Jessie out further and further.
Kayla was pretty average in the cock department, but Jessie's mouth was small enough that she couldn't fit it all without gagging. And while Kayla was very interested in seeing Jessie with her face pressed against her crotch, she was more interested in ending the morning with the girl happily bouncing on her cock than in tears. So she resisted the urge to push deeper and let the girl work at her own pace, getting her nice and ready for the main event.
After a minute or so Kayla slid her fingers from Jessie and gently pushed the girl off of her and onto her back. When she moved to kneel over her, shiny cockhead poised at the entrance to Jessie's pussy, the girl automatically lifted her legs and slotted them against the sides of Kayla's waist. Once again, Kayla grudgingly found herself thanking Frank for what he had taught her.
"Ready?"
Jessie gave another uncertain nod and Kayla gave her an answering smile. At the same time, she reached down between them and used her fingers to spread Jessie open (her first fumbling attempt at sex had taught her the importance of that), nudging her cock into place. She then gave a small thrust, watching Jessie as the first inch sunk in with little resistance.
Several emotions flitted across Jessie's face: shock at the sudden intrusion, surprise at the lack of accompanying pain or discomfort, and finally pleasure at the stretch. After a few seconds of getting used to the feeling, she smiled excitedly up at Kayla.
For her part, it took every bit of Kayla's willpower not to keep going and bury herself fully inside of Jessie. Instead, once she got the confirmation that the girl was enjoying herself, she leaned down and kissed her.
"Okay. Here we go." And she drew back slightly, then thrust again. And again, sliding further in with each movement. Soon she was sheathed fully inside of Jessie, but she gave herself only a second to savor it before continuing to thrust. If being in Jessie's mouth had been wonderful, then sinking into her pussy was amazing. And doing it again and again, while Jessie clutched at her and moaned out her pleasure, little arms and legs squeezing for all they were worth, was heaven.
She'd spent years imagining this moment, never really believing it was going to come. What were the odds she'd ever actually have a chance to sink her cock into a willing child's pussy? Kayla had always assumed she'd just be relegated to masturbating while reading smut. Instead, here she was, thrusting away while Jessie clung to her, face buried in Kayla's chest as she got fucked.
Kayla had never been good at delaying her orgasms, and no matter how much she wanted to hold off she could feel her pleasure building fast. The bliss of finally getting to fuck Jessie wasn't helping, nor was the way the girl was moaning into her with each thrust. But still, she tried--with all that work, surely she could get Jessie off again?
"Almost there, sweetie?"
"Uh... huh..." came the muffled reply from underneath her.
"Good..."
Kayla tried her best, but it wasn't long before she hit the breaking point and gave one final thrust. Later, she wasn't sure if she or Jessie had cum first; only that through the ebb and surge of her own pleasure she had felt the rhythmic contractions of Jessie's orgasm around her cock.
As her orgasm reached its end, she collapsed boneless, panting. She probably would have stayed that way, basking in the pleasant afterglow, if a muffled complaint of "Heavy!", accompanied by tired smacking on her side, hadn't stirred her. With a groan of effort she rolled over, Jessie's tight grip on her dragging the girl along for the ride.
Kayla grinned, stroking Jessie's back affectionately as the girl lay on top of her, exhausted. "Good girl... you took that so well my sweet girl."
Jessie only made a soft sound of contentment in reply and sighed happily as Kayla dragged the cover up over them both. Kayla wasn't quite sure what time it was--she didn't have her phone, and there was no clock in the room--but it still felt early. She could take a little nap before they figured out what was going to happen next.