Sortie / Day One / Curiosity
Drawing forth Sara’s curiosity, bringing it up over her embarrassment and revulsion, isn't easy, but a child's mind is an open mind and you pluck and sound the taut string of her need to understand.
Instead of panicking, Sara calms, becoming fascinated with the mess on her belly and thighs.
She tucks the front of her cotton fleece pajama top under her chin to free up her hands and sits up in bed, poking at the unfamiliar mess. She scrapes her fingers back and forth through the still slimy smear on her belly, accumulating a few globs of it on her fingertips. She brings one hand to her face and sniffs the result. The slightly sour, slightly salty scent confuses, rather than repulses her.
Her attention then turns to the dryer strands on her thighs, already yellowed and drying into flaky scales. She scrapes at some of it with one close-cropped fingernail, watching it flake away. Her attention is drawn slowly to the forbidden cleft between her legs. She follows the strands of dry semen across her labia majora, then pokes at the slit, probing her cum-slicked fingers into the folds of her pre-pubescent volva. Her ignorance of her own anatomy is evident. She pokes and pulls as if this the first time she had ever noticed the thing.
In her exploration, she allows her wrist to brush against the now chilly slick on her belly. It draws her attention back to it, causing her to start playfully smearing it around on her torso, managing to spread the congealing mess thinner and thinner across her skin. She is almost finger painting while smearing it out until it all begins to dry into a crusty film.
A small noise interrupts her play. The click of a door latch out in the hall ruffles the silence, followed by the footsteps of someone heavy enough to creek the floorboards under the carpet. She doesn't exactly startle, but the intrusion of the evidence of another person nearby brings her self-consciousness rushing back. She wipes her slick fingers against her bare thighs and pulls herself together, concealing the nearly dried out crust of cum under her loose pajamas.
She slips out of her bedroom, down the hall and into to the bathroom, taking a moment to revel in the lingering damp shower-warmth of the room as she closes the door.
| The older boy, whom you will later learn is named Alexander, is tall and muscular, with near-black eyes, mocha-brown skin, and handsome hawk-like facial features. His thick, coarse black hair falls to his waist.
This striking hair and his naturally smooth chin reveal his Native American blood. It is not clear whether the hairlessness of his body is congenital or the result of manscaping. |
In the heartbeat before the door closes, you catch sight of its last occupant, a tanned young man with a white towel pinched at his waist, lingering at the other end of the hall. You are not sure that Sara even noticed him, but the quirk on his lips as he spots her dodging into the bathroom seems odd.
There is nothing for you to do but...