!6uAFIV1ifw 06/16/10(Wed)03:38 No.10527804|
> "Whatever you want" was winning, but I needed to figure out what Alicia wanted, so. . .
"Whatever makes you feel the most comfortable," you say to her.
Alicia nods. "Close your eyes, then," she says to you.
You close your eyes, and you feel her kiss you, very gently, on the lips. She tastes of lemons and ice, from the lemonade she was drinking with her dinner, and her lips are trembling with nervousness as they brush against yours.
"All right," Alicia whispers. "Now open them."
She's chosen an age that appears. . . well, young, but not quite as young as when she was posing as your little sister at Disney World. She is still small, and her body is still flat-chested, but she is slightly taller than before, and her features have matured just the slightest bit. She is a girl on the cusp of womanhood, a bud ready to bloom.
"What age did you choose?" you ask her.
"What's the age of consent?" she asks back.
You tell her. "Then," she smiles. "That's what I am. Or, if you like. . . a bit younger, if that excites you."
"But. . ."
"Look," she says, very seriously. "I was old enough to remember when the Ferris Wheel was a big new thing, and I spent decades in Hell as a demon queen of lust. I seriously doubt that statutory rape and informed consent is going to be an issue here, so if that's bugging you, get over it, buster. Or I'll decide not to ask you to wash my back in the shower after all."