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Roommates Continued OP!T1tXaJv9os 19/02/21(Thu)03:12 No. 25977 ID: b49468

Since the old thread finally hit the bump limit, I'm posting the entire story so far in a new thread, minus the comments, so that I can continue to work on the story.

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It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.

One morning, I wandered into the kitchen for breakfast and poured myself a bowl of cereal, then sat at the table. As usual, my roommate was already there, eating toast and orange juice and engrossed in a textbook, oblivious to my presence. I wished I'd gotten juice too, but didn't feel like going to the effort of getting it and just dug into my cereal.

It wasn't long before his sister wandered in, with messy hair and sleepy eyes. I glanced at her and noticed she was wearing her usual morning attire: a nightshirt and panties, and nothing else. It startled me at first that she'd walk around the apartment like that, but I quickly ignored it; my family was always pretty relaxed about that sort of thing too, after all. Still, I wasn't family. I noticed that her panties today were white with a little blue ribbon on the front, then directed my inappropriate attention to my cereal.

After a couple minutes, she perched herself in the chair across from me, drew her knees up to her chest, and began nibbling on some frozen waffles without much enthusiasm. I finished my cereal, tossed it in the sink, then looked at my watch.

"Hey Bill, time to go."

My roommate nodded, closed his book, and carefully put his dishes in the sink, then gathered up his things and left. I went back to my room, grabbed my backpack, and headed for the door.

His sister was still nibbling at her waffles. I frowned and glanced at my watch again. Then I struggled to remember her name for a few seconds.

"Hey, uh, Sara, don't want to be late for the bus."

She nodded and continued nibbling. I waited around a little longer, then decided I had to go if I didn't want to be late for my first class. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been the last to leave the apartment, she had her own key, and if she was late for the bus that wasn't my problem. Besides, it was only a ten minute walk to her school anyway. It was a small town, and almost everything was in walking distance, which saved on gas.

I slipped my backpack on, locked up, and headed off for class.

By lunchtime, I decided I was just going to skip my one afternoon class for the day. It wasn't a habit I wanted to start, but I just couldn't must the motivation to sit through another monotone lecture. Universities should never hire a tone-deaf professor, I don't care what his credentials are.

So I left the cafeteria and walked the block back to the apartment and let myself in. I noted a half-eaten waffle remaining at the table with mild annoyance, but kids will be kids and she probably had to rush for the bus, so I let it slide. I tossed my backpack on my bed, shut the door to my room, and checked myself out in the mirror.

I was pretty skinny and had no upper body strength, so I'd decided to start working out. Partly it was so I could avoid the legendary Freshmen Fifteen, but mostly I was just hoping to attract some girls. I'd never had a girlfriend in high school, being the skinny nerdy type, so I was going to start working out to change that.

After doing a bunch of situps, pushups, jumping jacks, some bicep curls, and a grand total of one chin up (and I don't think it counts if you sort of hop to get started) on a chin up bar I installed in the closet door, I'd worked up a decent sweat and needed a shower. So I set out some clean clothes on my bed, stripped naked, and stepped out to go to the bathroom.

Oh shit.

My roommates little sister was frozen in mid-stride in the hallway, probably as surprised to see me home at this time as I was to see her. Did she skip school too? Probably, she was still in her night shirt and panties.

Then her eyes went down and I remember that I was standing stark naked in front of an 11 year old girl. Like I said, my family was always pretty relaxed about the dress code and they'd seen me walk to and from the shower naked countless times, but c'mon. Not the same thing, dude.

I quickly ducked back into my room and shut the door. After a few seconds, I heard the door to her room click shut and I stuck my head out; she was gone. I darted into the bathroom and shut the door, then got the shower started.

Dammit. I didn't have to look in the mirror to tell my face was red, I could feel it. I fretted about the accidental encounter for a few minutes, then decided to just not worry about it. Accidents happen, right? And I just pretended nothing had happened, she probably would too. It's not like she talked to her brother much anyway.

I finished my shower, carefully wrapped myself in a towel, and got back into my room and shut the door behind me. Ok, she was still in her room, good. I quickly got dressed, then headed into the living room. I really needed something to distract me, and some XBox sound like just the thing.

I'd only been playing for a few minutes when I noticed motion out of the corner of my eye and looked up to see Sara emerging from the hall. She looked at me, blushed, then went to the fridge to pour herself a glass of orange juice. I deliberately turned my attention back to my game, and after she'd finished her juice she went back to her room.

Bill got home a couple hours later and went straight to his room without saying a word. Typical.

They were decent enough roomies, but they could have at least tried to be a little more sociable. I didn't see either of them the rest of the day, but I heard one or both of them microwave dinner while I was in my room studying for an exam.

Breakfast the next morning was identical to the day before, except Bill's textbook had changed to a different subject and his sister's panties were pale pink. I made a deliberate effort not to look at her as I ate breakfast and headed off for class. I had only morning classes that day, but Bill didn't get in until evening because of his late biology class. I didn't see his sister until she emerged from her room for dinner.

Odd. She was still dressed in her night shirt and panties; normally she was only like that in the morning before she got dressed for school. And I didn't remember hearing her come in the front door; did she skip school today too? Bill acknowledged her presence with a grunt and a pat on the head, stuck her food in the microwave for her, then retreated into his room, nose buried in his book.

Damn, dude. I know you want to make a good impression on the professors your first semester, but maybe at least try to have some sort of life or social interaction?

Then again, I guess I wasn't much better.

I wish that'd stayed true.

By the end of the week, I'd become certain that Sara was skipping school since she never bothered to get dressed and I never saw or heard her go through the front door to the apartment at any time.

It wasn't any of my business though; it's not like I was her dad or brother, after all. So I said nothing.

The weekend went normally enough (dead silence, and rarely seen roommates. Relaxing, in its way, but also strangely... not, relaxing.), and when Monday rolled around again I noted Sara getting dressed for school and putting on her own backpack, so I decided not to worry about her skipping school. Hell, her parents had died only a few months ago; I could understand skipping school for a few days.

It wasn't until Thursday that the usual routine got screwed up again. I got home after lunch, enjoying my afternoon with no classes, and went through my workout routine again. I hadn't noticed any real gain from my exercise, but at least it didn't make me sore like when I first started, so I decided I was making some progress. I laid out clean clothes again, then tossed my sweaty ones into the hamper and went to the bathroom.

Crap. I normally kept my towel in the bathroom, but I'd tossed it in the hamper yesterday. And I wasn't about to use somebody else's towel. I turned around to get a clean towel out of my room and damn near ran into Sara as she emerged from her room with a dirty plate.

We both froze and I could feel my face turning red again. What the hell? I thought she went to school today? At least she was dressed this time. I, on the other hand, was naked as a jaybird. Again. In front of an 11 year old.

After a long moment of staring at each other in startlement, her gaze went down to my crotch again; a blush spread across her face, but she made no effort not to stare. Dammit, ok, play cool. It's no big deal. You walked back and forth from the shower naked at home all the time, she walks around in her panties all the time, this will only be a big deal if you make it a big deal. Ok, so...

"Uh, shouldn't you be in school right now?"

She was still staring at my junk. "Didn't feel like going today."

Ok, this wasn't working. I'm just going to casually walk into my room, grab a towel, and pretend like everything's cool.

It would have been nice if that had actually been how it went. Instead, Sara pointed and asked, "Is that your penis?"

Shit. Ok, just... no biggie. No biggie. Play it cool, man. Casual.

"Um, yeah."

After a moment, she met my eyes and blushed an even brighter shade of red.

"Ummm... Can I touch it?"

Hell no. I should've said hell no. I should have just gone to my room, or backed into the bathroom and shut the door. Instead, like an idiot, I just tried to play it off.

"Uh, sure. I guess."

After a few second's hesitation and a glance at my face to make certain it was ok, she quickly reached out and poked my penis with a fingertip for a split instance, then withdrew her hand like it was burned or something. She stared at it a few moments longer, then, childish curiosity fulfilled, she wandered off to put her plate in the sink and I quickly ran into my room and shut the door. I didn't leave again until I heard her door click shut, and I took my shower in record time.

I really hoped she didn't say anything to her brother. I strongly suspected he'd kill me or something.

I was still alive Friday and over the weekend, and Sara had gone to school Friday, so it was safe to assume she hadn't mentioned our encounter to Bill. Still, that was twice, and I wasn't eager to repeat those encounters, so I decided I had to be more careful and just go to the shower clothed from now on.


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Gragnost 19/02/21(Thu)05:25 No. 25978 ID: a5112f

This is just the first part...


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Anonymous 19/02/21(Thu)15:20 No. 25979 ID: f7d3f6

>>25977
Good to see you back! Looking forward to the continuation.


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OP!T1tXaJv9os 19/02/22(Fri)23:52 No. 25982 ID: b49468

This is a test post, because I kept getting autobanned due to some sort of glitch. If it works, I will resume posting the rest of the story.


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OP!T1tXaJv9os 19/02/22(Fri)23:58 No. 25983 ID: b49468

From then on, I started wearing boxers when I went to take a shower. I ran into Sara a couple more times, usually on the weekends, but it wasn't a problem since I wasn't exposing my crotch to some kid.

No, what happened was probably worse. One Saturday, I got back from jogging and saw Bill sitting at the table working on a paper, said hi and got a grunt in return, then went to my room and stripped down to my boxers so I could take a shower.

Preoccupied with the thought that I should probably be studying too since I had an exam on Monday, I didn't notice the bathroom door was latched and the light was on and just waltzed on in.

Sara there, dripping wet from the shower and reaching for the towel on the rack, frozen in surprise as I walked in. Following the natural male instinct, I glanced at her chest (flat, mosquito-bite nipples) and crotch (hairless and smooth), immediately felt dirty, and backed out of the bathroom and shut the door all in one motion.

I must have slammed the door hard enough to get Bill's attention, because he looked up from his laptop and asked what was up. Dammit.

"I, uh, just walked in on your sister."

"Ha! Serves her right for taking so long in there. I think she used up all the hot water. Don't worry about it, she walked to the shower naked all the time at home. She'll be fine."

He dismissed it with a wave and went back to writing his paper.

Huh. Well, that went better than expected. And I guess their family was as relaxed about clothing as mine was. Hell, I still showered with my sister until I was 10 and she was 16; she'd finally convinced both my parents that I was old enough I wouldn't slip and drown if I showered on my own, and I'd learned that puberty did interesting things to a girl's body.

I guess Bill and I were more alike than either of us had realized when we met at orientation and decided to room together.

I waited around in the living room until Sara had finished drying off and then went into her room and shut the door. Since she was wrapped in a towel, and she always left her towel in the bathroom like I did, I guess she still did walk to the shower naked.

It was a couple days later that I made my first step in the wrong direction. Well, no, that's not quite true. Everything could have gone just fine from that point on, if I hadn't been such an idiot. But that was the first step down a long road to... well, I won't skip ahead.

I'd already passed the first exam for both of my Tuesday-Thursday classes and this was the first day of class afterward; we wouldn't be getting our exams back yet, but we wouldn't be covering much in the way of new material either. Besides, I was already one chapter ahead in both classes.

So, naturally, I decided to skip class. I don't want to give the impression that this was a regular thing for me, it wasn't. But that day I decided I was going to stay home and reward myself for all the hard work I'd put into passing both exams; I was pretty sure I'd made at least a 90 on both.

By the time I rolled out of bed, Bill was already gone and his dishes in the sink. I didn't bother getting dressed, just a t-shirt and boxers, poured a bowl of cereal, and sat down on the couch to play some video games.

Not two minutes later, Sara wandered out of her room, hair a tangled mess and a sleepy expression on her face. Her panties were green and covered in cartoon frogs; did she only have the one nightshirt though?

"Could you turn it down? I'm trying to sleep."

"What are you doing home? Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

She paused and glanced to the left, then mumbled something about school being canceled today. Having been her age and having had younger siblings, I knew immediately she was lying, but it wasn't any of my business so I didn't call her on it. Still...

"Well, good. I'd hate it if you were skipping school so much. It's not good for you."

She shrugged and turned to go back to her room. I felt kind of sorry for her, since she always shut herself up in there, she didn't seem to have any friends at her new school, and her brother barely acknowledged her existence. Hell, he barely acknowledged my existence. I guess it was his way of coping with the loss of his parents. But still, I felt bad for her. So...

"You shouldn't sleep all day. It's not healthy. Why don't you join me? I've got plenty of two-player games. I'll even let you pick something."

There. Right there. That was it. Harmless on its own, but if I hadn't made that decision, if I hadn't acted on that emotion, none of this would have happened.

Who am I kidding.

She scratched her head, which left some of her hair standing up ridiculously, and glanced at the game consoles. Most of them were mine, and I'm proud to say it was a decent collection, but two were Bill's.

"Do you have Mario Kart?"

"Which one?"

"There's more than one?"

Ah. She was probably only familiar with the newest one.

"Have a seat. I'll set it up."

After I got the Wii set up and grabbed a pair of controllers, I turned and saw her sitting in the middle of the couch indian-style, rubbing her eyes with both hands and trying to wake up. The little frog directly over her crotch seemed to be staring at me accusingly, and I quickly averted my eyes and sat down next to her.

"You know how to play this one?"

She nodded and we started playing.

She kicked my ass, eight to three. By the last race, she was actually cackling triumphantly. Fucking blue shell. She wasn't just good at playing the game, it was obvious she actually had a talent for strategy, from the way she played. Bill seemed like a pretty intelligent guy; I guess his sister got the good genes too.

After that last humiliating defeat, Sara announced she was hungry and I remembered she hadn't eaten breakfast. Come to think of it, that bowl of cereal wasn't going to tide me over until lunch. So, I cooked us both some bacon, eggs, and fried toast, and we sat at the table eating. Sara seemed a little more animated than she usually was at breakfast; either she took a while to wake up in the morning, or she simply needed some human interaction. She hummed to herself as she ate, and I could feel the vibration as she rhythmically kicked the table leg with her bare feet.

"You wanna play something else?"

"Like what," she said, perking up as I broke the silence.

Yes, interaction was definitely what she needed. It wasn't healthy being secluded. For me or for her. So...

"I dunno. We got a lot of games. You pick."

She wandered over to the entertainment center and bent over to look at the stacks of games on the shelf. I stared at her butt, with the green panties conforming to it rather nicely. Another cartoon frog glared at me with condemnation.

Yeah. What the hell am I doing staring at an 11 year old's ass? It's completely inappropriate. She hasn't even hit puberty yet. But even if she had, it still wouldn't be appropriate. Hell, WHY am I staring at some kid's ass like that? Why do I care about what kind of panties she has on in the morning? What the hell is wrong with me? Am I that hard up, just because I've never had a girlfriend?

Still, she does have a pretty cute butt. Nice, shapely legs too. And... yeah, I'm burning in that special hell. The one they reserve for pedophiles and people who talk in the theater.

"How about this one?"

"Uh... I think that one might be a little too scary for you."

Doom 3 is definitely not for 11 year old girls.

"But it looks cool!"

Eh...

"Fine. But if you get too scared, we're playing something else."

The batteries in the other XBox controller were dead, and I couldn't find the charger, so she watched while I played. The longer I played, the closer she scooted toward me on the couch. At one point, she jumped at a surprise-scare when a zombie jumped out of a storage locker and grabbed onto me.

"Ok, I think we should play something different."

"No, it's ok! I'm not scared!"

"Yeah, but I'm tired of Doom. Why don't you pick something else out while I go pee real quick?"

She got up and began going through the stacks of games again while I went into the bathroom and tried to will my growing erection away before it became noticeable.

Trying NOT to get a hard-on never works, in case you're curious. It's natural to get a chubby when some cute girl is practically in your lap, but she's a freaking kid!

After a while, things went back to normal and I decided to put some pants on to hide anything that might... come up, in the future.

Pants freshly donned, I returned to the living room and discovered that I was apparently in for a session of Left 4 Dead. Did she genuinely like violent horror games, or was she just picking them because they were "forbidden" in her mind? Restricted only for adults, or at least for older guys and not scaredy little girls.

Whatever. I picked up the controller and she made me pick Francis because "he has a funny name". Then she urged me to shoot Bill because he had the same name as her brother.

I glanced at her, giggling and squirming around on the couch, and decided she was just being a silly kid and not... you know, someone with issues.

Issues. Heh. I'm one to talk.

Anyway, after an hour or so of zombie slaying, Bill finally came home. He looked pissed.

"Uh, hey dude. How'd your-"

I didn't even finished before he slammed his backpack full of heavy textbooks onto the table.

"Some asshole keyed my car! I saw it when I walked back from campus. And that's just the icing on the cake! The damned TA in my biology class plagiarized my paper and then when he got caught, claimed I had copied HIS paper! Took me an hour with the dean to get everything sorted out."

He unzipped his backpack and started pulling things out so he could do his homework, and then bit off another curse.

"And apparently I've just shattered my TI-83+ slamming it into the table. You know what, I'm not in the mood for this."

He then stormed off to his room and slammed the door.

I turned back to the game just in time for Zoe to startle the witch and get me killed. On the couch next to me, sitting indian-style and staring at her crossed ankles, Sara muttered, "He didn't use to be so grouchy all the time."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. After a while though, I reached one around her and gave her a hug, just to be nice. After a moment's hesitation, she hugged me back, then went to her room and closed the door. I didn't see her again until dinner.

After dinner, I worked out for a few minutes, took my shower, stuck my head out to make sure Sara wasn't around, and zipped into my room, having lapsed into my habit of walking to the shower naked.

How is it that on the day I did practically nothing, I'm the most exhausted? I flopped onto the bed naked, not even bothering to pull on my boxers, pulled a sheet over me, and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up late, rolled out of bed, and got dressed. Awkwardly, because I had incredible morning wood. Bill had already left for class, but I ran into Sara as she was heading out the door.

"You're gonna be late," I told her.

"Nah, the bus has to wait for ten minutes. I'll make it- Oh!"

She yelped as she picked up her backpack and spilled the contents all over the floor, having left it unzipped and grabbed it by the bottom. As she bent over to pick her things up, her skirt hiked up and I saw that her panties were yellow with little sunflowers on them.

I am such a pervert.

I was probably blushing, feeling guilt at staring a little girl's ass, and as she put the last pencil into her backpack and stood up, she noticed me and asked, "what?"

"Nothing! Um... your skirt is hiked up."

She flushed slightly, making the light dusting of freckles on her cheeks disappear for a moment, and tugged her skirt back down.

"Thanks."

Feeling awkward, I saw her out the door, locked up, and walked off to my first class. I ended up being twenty minutes late, but I don't think anyone noticed me slip in.

Classes were boring. Professor Ben Stein kept droning the entire class (seriously, he has the same monotone and everything) and I nearly fell asleep, and my other classes were nothing spectacular either. At least my next paper wasn't due for another week, and I didn't have any other assignments for once.

I walked back to the apartment at a nice, leisurely pace, enjoying the cool weather, and noticed the bus letting the kids off. Sara was one of the last ones off the bus, spotted me, and waved, so I waved back and we walked back to the apartment together.

Without any prompting from me, she grabbed onto my hand as we strolled down the sidewalk and started telling me about how horrible her new school was, how the boys were jerks, the girls were mean and stupid, the teacher was boring, and basically how everything was the most terrible thing ever. She also had a bounce in her step, practically skipping, and was smiling the entire time, so I found the whole thing amusing and just went along with it, mmhmming and ahing and I seeing at the appropriate moments.

I didn't realize until much later that her cheerfulness was because of my company. I had a vague idea of how desperate she was for a friend, but didn't think much of it at the time.

Without even realizing it, I was hoist by my own petard. What started out innocent... Well, no single raindrop thinks it's responsible for the flood.

When we got to the apartment, Bill had already arrived, having driven his car (he was still pissed about it being keyed), and after a gruff acknowledgement of our arrival he disappeared into his room again.

The two of us settled at the table, I started reading the next assignment for my literature class: The Song of Roland. Holy shit, medieval poems are long. I was actually relieved when Sara asked for help with her math homework, and I scooted my chair to her side of the table and walked her through the problems she'd been assigned. When we finished, she was practically beaming.

"Thanks! It would have taken me waaaay longer if you hadn't helped!"

"No problem," I said, patting her on the head as I stood to fix dinner. "Any time you need a hand, I'd be glad to help."

Like I said, no single raindrop. But raindrops add up...


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OP!T1tXaJv9os 19/02/23(Sat)00:35 No. 25985 ID: b49468

Bill came back Sunday night and I finally found out that he went on some class trip to study salamanders; it hadn't occurred to him to, you know, inform us or make sure I didn't plan to go anywhere that weekend because he wasn't used to looking after Sara. He was still getting used to being the one to look after her instead of her parents.

Ok, that's understandable I guess, but still a dick move.

The week came and went, and since Bill didn't murder me in my sleep and Chris Hansen never showed up at my door, I decided Sara hadn't informed anyone that I'd touched her privates and I could stop worrying and get on with my life.

Saturday went fairly normally, catching up on my reading assignments and working on a paper that was due on Monday, then I went for a jog, did some working out in my room (I was still skinny and had zero visible muscle growth from all my exercise, but I wasn't struggling like I had been, so I guess that counted.), then stripped down and headed for the shower.

Yes, as you've probably guessed, I bumped into someone in the hall.

It was Bill.

I about shit out my heart, but he just carefully maintained eye contact rather than risk accidentally seeing my package, gave his usual grunt to acknowledge my presence, and kept walking to his room.

Then Sara emerged from her room, also stark naked and was reaching for a fresh towel from the hall closet before she noticed either one of us.

My heart stopped. I honestly believe that my heart literally stopped beating for several seconds, because I knew Bill was going to freak out about his sister and I seeing each other naked.

He just said, "Ha! Looks like you both had the same idea." Then he told Sara to run in and take her shower before I did and secluded himself in his lair again, leaving Sara and me alone in the hallway. Naked.

My heart started beating again and my I unclenched buttcheeks I hadn't realized were clenched in anxiety, and began to relax. He didn't freak out. Between this and the time I walked in on Sara in the shower and told him about it, I guess his family really had been as casual about nudity as mine was.

I looked over at Sara, who was blushing slightly and looking at my crotch with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment, and cleared my throat.

"So... Who goes first?"

She didn't respond, so I took the initiative.

"Rock, paper, scissors. Winner goes first."

"Ok."

Now, a little known trick to rock, paper, scissors: Nine times out of ten, people pick rock first. Dunno why, but it's true. If you want to win, always pick paper the first time; you're guaranteed success nearly every time, unless you're up against a wily rock, paper, scissors expert who knows the same trivia you do.

So I picked scissors, she beat me with rock, and she went first.

I may have been hot, sweaty, and tired, but I'm enough of a gentleman to let a girl shower first. She ended up using all the hot water, but I was ok with that, being as I was, as mentioned, hot and sweaty and a cold shower worked just fine.

I waited in the hall while she showered, and when she got out she was still naked. I stuck my tongue out at her as she passed and she stuck her tongue out back at me as she slipped into her room.

You know what? I was ok with this. I had decided it wasn't a big deal if Sara saw me naked on the way to the shower since it obviously wasn't scarring her for life, I was definitely ok with seeing her naked, even though I really, REALLY should not have been, and the fact that Bill didn't seem to give a shit about nudity either way took a huge load off my mind about the issue. I was just glad that his was the master bedroom and came with its own bathroom, so I wouldn't ever see him naked.

Of course, my acceptance of the whole nudity issue was just one of the things that compounded to make everything get out of hand and- Nevermind, you know that already.

No single drop of rain thinks it's responsible for the flood...

But if it was the weekend where Bill disappeared into the wilderness that I crossed the line and touched Sara, it was the weekend I went into the wilderness myself that really put me over the line.


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Anonymous 19/03/06(Wed)03:05 No. 25999 ID: fbdadd

...OP?


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Anonymous 19/03/09(Sat)19:32 No. 26004 ID: 1560ec

Come back OP


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Anonymous 19/03/12(Tue)11:59 No. 26007 ID: b03598

RIP


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The+Bard 19/03/18(Mon)04:21 No. 26012 ID: af33ee

Ok, which one of you blew up OP's computer again! See you guys later this summer when OP returns.


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Anonymous 19/03/18(Mon)19:39 No. 26013 ID: 2bc535

Must be hard finding internet in the wastes


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Anonymous 19/03/19(Tue)03:15 No. 26014 ID: 2796d3

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Not OP; Just Helpin&!pImEwBuYfw 19/03/19(Tue)03:18 No. 26015 ID: 2796d3

A couple weeks passed, and by now it was late October. Halloween
was coming up in a little over a week, and more importantly I had
a three day weekend coming up. It was supposed to be so we could
study before midterms, but honestly, has ANY student ever
actually done that?

It was a five hour drive home, but I didn't intend to go home
until Thanksgiving; I was enjoying my independence too much. It
was also a two hour drive to our deer lease out in the country.
I'd gone there every deer season with my dad, camping, roasting
marshmallows over a fire, swimming in the pond (when it was warm
enough), and exploring the woods. He rarely got a deer, not
because they were scarce or because he was a lousy hunter, but
because he mostly went up there just to spend time with me;
hunting was purely secondary as far as he was concerned. When I
was fourteen, he passed up a twenty-point buck and handed me the
rifle instead; I still have the photo of myself posing with the
deer somewhere.

That place was full of happy memories for me, growing up. Now...
now, the memories are sort of mixed, but I still remember the
place fondly.

So, I'd decided I was going to head up to the place Friday
morning, pitch a tent, and head back Sunday afternoon. It was
unseasonably warm and the trees were only just beginning to turn,
so it would be a great way to spend the weekend.

So, at breakfast Thursday, I told Bill about my plan to go
camping that weekend.

He froze awkwardly, then glanced at Sara, then back to me,
cleared his throat, and slowly told me that he'd been planning to
go on another study trip for his biology class, and he absolutely
had to go because the professor was counting the trip as 20% of
their midterm grade.

Which meant he'd planned to ditch Sara at the apartment with me
all weekend again and I had just thrown a monkey wrench into his
intricately laid plans.

Shit. If the trip counted as part of his midterm grade, I
couldn't tell him "too bad, I'm leaving" and force him to find a
way to deal with Sara all weekend. And I really didn't want to
cancel my plans and stay here just because Bill was a dick who
just assumed I wouldn't have plans for the weekend.

That really left only one option.

"That's ok, I don't mind taking Sara camping with me."

She perked up at hearing that.

"I've never been camping before! That's cool! We can catch
fireflies!"

"Fireflies are only around in the summer, it's too late in the
year for them. But there's lots of other cool stuff to do up
there."

I gave her a list of things to bring for the trip (mostly clothes
and a spare blanket since she didn't have any camping gear) and
she was practically bouncing out of her chair with excitement;
partly this was because she'd never been camping before and
really wanted to go, and partly, I know now, because it meant
spending more time with me and I was pretty much the only person
who bothered to interact with her who wasn't a teacher. She
babbled on enthusiastically about the trip and practically flew
out the door when it was time for her to meet the bus, still
talking about it. Bill seemed to find the whole thing amusing and
had the decency to thank me for it. Then he slid me twenty bucks
to pay for her meals during the weekend.

Like I said, Bill wasn't a bad guy, just... in his own universe.
I have no idea what he was like before his parents died and he
got saddled with responsibility for his little sister, but I know
that has to be hard on someone, so I never tried to give him
grief over it.

So I went to class, dozed off during class while the tone deaf
professor droned on about... I forget. It was just review for
midterms, and I already knew the stuff pretty well, so I didn't
bother paying attention and basically slipped in and out of
awareness while he droned. If he noticed, he didn't say anything.

I got done with my last class for the day and walked back to the
apartment, arriving in time to meet Sara at the bus stop and walk
back with her. She was skipping down the sidewalk, holding onto
my arm, and jumping with excitement. Had she been this wired over
a camping trip the entire time she was at school? I pitied her
teacher if she was. Then again, my impression was that Sara was
pretty withdrawn at school, so maybe the teacher would like the
change.

We got back to the apartment and she immediately dumped the
contents of her backpack all over the table and threw it onto the
couch, to store the things she was bringing with her. She then
insisted I inspect everything she packed, to make sure it was
appropriate for camping.

Canvas sneakers, two pairs of panties (white with a little blue
ribbon on the front, and pink with a heart over the butt.), two
pairs of socks, a pair of jeans that fit her quite nicely (not
that I should be appreciative of how well a pair of jeans fit an
11 year old's ass), a pair of cutoff shorts, two t-shirts, a
bucket hat, and a blanket, as I'd instructed.

"Not bad, kiddo. Why don't you grab a pillow and a book too."

She raced off to her room to do exactly that, and I packed my
camping gear, an extra flashlight, and some spare clothes. I was
going to pick up some snacks and bottled water for us on the way
out in the morning. Damn. I knew I was forgetting something, but
I couldn't figure it out.

We had ravioli for dinner, while Sara regaled me with various
children's stories about camping, proving that she only knew of
it through books and that she was as big a nerd as her brother,
even if she didn't admit it. Bill showed up after we ate, grabbed
his stuff for his study trip, and headed out, barely saying two
words to us.

And with that, we each went to our separate rooms and went to
sleep, looking forward to the trip.

And I took another step down the path of no return.



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