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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.