You are Anon. A perfectly normal 17 year old human living in Manehatten. Which is not unexpected, considering everyone else is a human too. And come to think of it you’re actually 18 today. Practically fully grown. Bet they wouldn’t even bother asking for an ID card if you tried to buy model airplane cement on your own Not that you would though, since you are a good boy.
You live with your Mom Coco Polomare in a pretty swank apartment downtown. All told you don’t have much to complain about…
”Hey! Howe’s it hangin' squit?”
Except for this bitch right here. Your orange tanned pink haired older neighbor girl from across the hall.
“Hey Babs. Parents kick you out again?”
”Oh hawdeehawhaw, vary funny ya little fag.”
“Dammit Babs, I’m not a fag you dyke.”
Bab’s face lit up with anger.
”And I keep tellin' ya ahm not a dyke ya liddle clahm tease, so unless you wanna pud up or shuddup-“
A faint voice called from the studio.
”Babs, is that you?”
The girl’s attitude and demeanor suddenly changed, her eyes shifting from predatory slits to wide innocent orbs. She quickly smoothed out her white pleated skirt, pulling the hem down level with her knees. She pulled her pale blue blouse out, showing just a flash of her smooth orange tummy to you before tucking it back into her skirt. She brushed her long pink bangs out of her face and tucked them behind her ears. The trashy mouthed bitch actually looked respectable, like she always did when your mom was around.
”Yus it iz Miss Polomare!”
Your mommy, the world famous fashionista, stepped into the living room. Wait, you meant mom. Mother. Goddammit, you're 18 man, get it together.
“Oh good! Thanks for coming over on such short notice. They’re doing a reunion tour of Hinny of the Hills in Las Pegasus and somehow the costumes got completely soaked in some kind of clear viscous liquid with a strong odor.”
Your Mom makes a scrunchy face, then quickly shakes it off.
”So they need me to do an emergency set of costumes.”
She looks over at you.
”I’m sorry this came up on your big birthday sweetheart, but this show is how I made my big break all those years ago. I owe them quite alot. I’ll make it up to you when I get back. With what they’re paying me I could take you and all your friends wherever you want.”
"I really don't need a babysitter mo-"
”Fuggedaboutit Misses P! I’ll take good care ah Anon. I’m shuh we’ll have a ton ah fun while ya away.”
”I’m sure you will dear. It’s so sweet how you two get along like brother and sister!”
Babs actually blushed at that. Holy shit she hardly ever blushed. The bitch was totally shameless. What the heck?
Coco picked up a large antique wooden steamer trunk with one hand, hanging it back over her shoulder. You could hear the metal handle creak under the strain.
”Well, I’ll leave you to it. Toodles!”
And with that, she was gone. You were now trapped with Boston’s baked bitch. Cautiously, you looked over at Babs. Her eyes seemed a thousand miles away as she twirled her soft pink hair on her finger. She caught you staring at her, snapping her out of her reverie.
”Well champ, you ahre the birthday boy, so I suppose I could let you do what you want… just for today…”
You jaw is still slack. Alarms are sounding. What the heck is this? Some devious new trap? And what’s with that look on her face? Since when could this cun… I mean girl pull off cute? You decide to test the waters.
“Ummm, how about ice cream? And uh, a movie?”
”Sher thing, yer the boss.”
”An R rated movie!” you shout before thinking.
Shit, did you push too far?!
”Oh, so you think yer all mature now, huh?” she smiles at you teasingly.
“Yeah! I totally can watch mature movies!”
A half hour later. You two are watching Slasher X Hunter, some horribly illegal completely uncensored version that she must have won from a friendly zenobyte after solving a hyper dimensional puzzle box.
You’ve never been more terrified in your life. You don't think you’ve pissed your pants, but there have been near mishaps.
John Cena has made it to some kind of summer camp with a group of teenagers. You still don’t know whether he’s the hunter or the slasher.
You peek over at Babs. She’s got the biggest possible shit eating grin on her face as she looks over at you. She’s just leaning back on the couch, eating her ice cream. One leg is on the floor, the other sitting on the couch cushion, knee pulled up to her chest- !
It’s tough to tell in the dark, but you think you see a flash of orange and pink as she stretches out, arms raising above her head and leg returning to the floor.
“See somethin' ya like squirt?”
You open your mouth then close it. Nothing smartass springs to mind. This usually never happens to you. It may be stress. Honestly she should be flattered. You stammer out the first thing that pops into your head.
“M-maybe?”
Smooth. She actually looks satisfied by your answer as you turn back to the movie. John Cena seems to be wrestling with one of the summer camp girls. She’s tiny, but he can’t quite seem to flip her over.
”Hey, why dontcha sit up heah?” Babs pats the spot beside her. “You ah sposed to watch these kindsa flicks all snuggled up like, ya know.”
Part of you wants to be a man and say no, but the rest of you is screaming don’t be a faggot.
You scoot up beside her. You are surprised when she wraps an arm around you, but quickly find it comforting. She’s really not paying you much attention now, her eyes are glued to the screen. It looks like the small girl called for backup, because Cena now has 3 girls wrestling him.
”Oh wowwy, I didn’t realize how racy this flick was gonna be…”
Babs hand is slowly rubbing up and down your arm. It feels pretty nice. You glance over and see her other hand just sitting in her lap. Her pointer and middle fingers are making a slow rhythmic circle motion against her skirt...
Your eyes jerk back to the screen. Several things click in your head at once. John Cena is not wrestling those three girls. Those girls are in fact very naked. And those very naked girls are getting wrecked by an equally very naked John Cena.
You really look at Babs this time. Her eyes are glazed, probably imagining Cena working her over like those girls. Her breathing is ragged, legs unconsciously spreading further apart. Her knee is rubbing up against your thigh.
Her hands however haven’t sped up. Her hand continues to trace up and down the smooth skin of your arm, fingernails lightly dragging. Her right hand continues its small circle, her skirt having ridden up just a little bit.
She’s totally getting off, and she’s doing it while sitting right beside you. At that thought your erection had come hard, fast, and painful. All you were wearing was thin grey cotton shorts and a Scooby Doo t-shirt. It was only a matter of time until she noticed and took the upper hand.
Thinking back, that’s always been the problem with Babs. She acts so fucking unlikeable, always teasing you.
But you still like her. The thought hangs in the air as you make a conscious choice. You were gonna tease *her* this time. You were gonna tease her until she begged you-
”Uhh, umm, huuhh… Anon. Maybe this wuz a bad idea. I need ta take care of sum grownup stuff so…”
Babs hand sped up. Nope. Nonononope. Not this time Babs. You reach over and place your hand on her knee. Marveling at how smooth her legs are, you rub your hand along her inner thigh. Her pale green eyes look at you, confused, but her hand doesn’t stop. Bab's hand finally pauses as your hand hooks the back of her knee. You lean back a little and pull, pivoting her around to where your facing each other.
Her one leg is on the ground, her other now up on the couch, pulled up against her chest like before. Her white skirt bunched up as it was forced higher by her leg.
Babs sits frozen as she realizes she is fully exposed to you. You were right, she wasnt wearing any panties under that skurt. Your eyes devour every detail as you absentmindedly rub your hands against her smooth thighs. Smooth orange lips with a small patch of soft curly pink hair just above greet you.
Her slightly parted lips are shiny, beads of her arousal clearly visible where they continue to drip down her inner thigh. Her two fingers are motionless, still resting on her hood, where they were previously teasing her clit.
Seconds pass before she regains control of her voice box.
"He..hey! Wuts the big idea ya palooka?! Ya cant just-”
Before she can say anything else you’ve already hooked both her legs, tilting her back. Gravity does most of the dirty work and she gives a surprised squeak as she falls backwards onto the thick, plush couch cushions. Thrown completely off balance, she bounces, her tits jiggling beneath her blouse.
You quickly press your advantage, crawling forward and working your knees underneath her legs. They naturally spread out and wrap behind you as you feel the squishy warmth of her soft ass against your upper thighs.
”Uh… Anon…”
Her green eyes stare into yours with confusion. Things seem to be spiraling out of her control. You rub both your hands up and down the top of her smooth thighs, occasionally gripping her hips and pulling her closer.
She’s always been a little bit taller than you standing, but that doesn’t make much difference from this position. Her skirt has basically inverted, flipped upward on her tummy by her legs spreading.
Finally getting the lay of the land, you reach down and softly place your hand atop her mound. She gasps as you rub your fingers through her soft patch of fur, thumb resting against her hood. Her lips part as a gasp escapes them, her eyes returning to the glazed look she had earlier. Finally you trust yourself to speak without your voice breaking.
“I’m the birthday boy, right?”
”Yeah… dat you are champ…”
Another gasp escapes her as your thumb circles her clit, teasing her hood like you saw her do earlier.
”Sooo, I can do what I want, right?”
Babs nods along as she stares into your eyes.
”Uh huh…mmm, da birthday boy… can do whutevah… he… wants.”
She smiles as she reaches back and grabs your hips, pulling your still covered erection against her dripping slit. You can feel her heat as your shorts wick up the moisture. Her legs clamp behind you.
”Ya better not leave me hangin' this time, ya liddle clahm tease…”
Babs rolls her hips to grind against you, desperately trying to get more of you in spite of the cotton encumbrance in the way. Her legs are wrapped tightly behind your back, making it impossible to get up and remove your shorts.
Mind racing, you finally remember that cotton is flexible, and pull the waistband down. Your cock springs free from its wrongful imprisonment.
”Mmm… is dat for me Anon? Dat’s sweet, but I didn’t get a thing for you…” she said teasingly.
“Really? Cause it looks like you got me exactly what I wanted…”
Anon has evolved into Casanova. Ah yeah baby. You rub the head of your cock up and down her slit. Her lips part easily, inviting your penis to come inside and hang out. You are quickly coated in her slick, sweet, syrupy wetness.
”Dammit Anon, stahp teasin' me and-“
*DING DONG*
The doorbell rings suddenly. You and Babs stare at each other and spring apart like scalded cats. You are both a mess, Bab’s normally neat hair disheveled and your shorts soaked where you had ground up against each other. John Cena was on the big screen just pounding away.
You can hear the door open in the foyer. Shitshitshit! Only a few people would just walk into here, and they are all related to you or Babs.
”Hello! Babs, are you in here? You’re late for dinner!”
It was Babs mom, Mrs. Orange. Your mind could not recall her first name due to sheer panic invading your OODA loop.
Babs quickly turns off the TV. She looks you up and down, your erection still standing proud from your soaked shorts. She shakes her head, what a waste.
”Sowwy about dis, squirt.”
She proceeds to pour the cold remainder of the ice cream directly onto you dick. The orange girl manages to look guilty as tears of betrayal threaten to form on your face, your boner retreating back to the depths from whence it came. Your already overloaded brain shuts down as the cold invades your very soul.
”Oh, there you children are! We’ve got dinner ready if you-“
Her eyes quickly survey the scene. You are both sitting on the couch, you on the verge of tears as you discover there is an ice cream headache equivalent for your dick. Your shorts are covered in the stuff. Babs is also a mess, skirt rumpled, hair askew, and blouse untucked.
”Oh Babs…”
Auntie Orange shakes her head in disappointment.
”W-wait a minute, wouldya? I can explain-“
”You really couldn’t go a day without picking on Anon? And on his birthday too. Tsk.”
”Wut? Naw I wuznt, we wuz-“
Quickly regaining your faculties, you make the “ixnay on the oreplayfay” motion across your neck to her.
”I don’t want to hear it young lady. You head to the bathroom and make yourself presentable. Anon, you are welcome for dinner as well after you clean up.”
And with that, Babs was drug protesting from the apartment by her ear. How Babs acquired her accent was a mystery considering her prim and proper parents.
As you showered off the cold mess, you suspect not all of the pain in your balls was from the ice cream. The “blue” feeling wasn’t from the cold, it was from being so close to the heat and having it taken away. Well, you’d just have to see what happens at dinner.
Dinner is awkward. Oh my gawd dinner is so awkward. You are all sitting around the Orange's ornate dinner table, Mr. and Mrs. Orange at the ends, you and Babs across from each other.
The apartment is filled with furniture made of rich mahogany, and the air smells of many leather bound books.
You are wearing slacks and a white dress shirt, Babs a simple light blue sun dress and pearls. Everything would be fine but she won’t. Stop. Blushing. And because of that your boner won’t. Go. Down.
All your attempts to make eye contact have been foiled by her sudden interest in the glaze sauce surrounding her sliced chicken breast.
Time to bring out the big guns. You slip your foot free of its dress shoe, and begin to creep across below the table. It takes every ounce of self control not to shout victory as your foot brushes up against Bab’s.
Her eyes go wide as she finally looks up from her food. The vague smile on your face is a mask as your eyes lock with hers. As you rub your foot up and down her calf, you are rewarded with a smile, her lips parting ever so slightly. The smile reaches her soft green eyes, her freckles framing-
”So Anon, your mother is out of town again for work?”
You nearly fall out of your seat as Mr. Orange addresses you.
“Uh, yes sir. She had a fashion emergency in Las Pegasus.”
”Well, it would be a shame to spend your birthday alone. You can sleep over here tonight if you want-“
”-and he could stay in my room,” Babs blurted out.
”Heh, it would be just like when you two were little kids having sleepovers,” reminisced Mrs. Orange.
By little kids she meant when you were 6 and Babs was 10. That had been the last true sleepover before she started hanging out with her cousin and her pals. Auntie Orange was actually right, it would probably end up being a lot like that, as Bab’s had used the opportunity to practice kissing on you. The charms of it were lost on you back then.
Things continued on a similar note, the Orange’s retelling how Babs used to push you down then run away. Apparently you had failed that test, you were expected to chase her. Crying seemed the more logical course of action for five year old you. Bab’s blushing never subsided during the course of dinner, as her past acts against you were all laid out. The pieces began to fall into place.
You were understandably conflicted. On one hand Babs had spent the last seven or so years tormenting you. On the other hand after seeing her sans panties you really, reaally wanted to fuck her. The fact that you were beginning to suspect she had been trying to groom you to fuck her, in her own awkward tomboy way made the suddenly demure older girl irresistible.
Dinner eventually ended. Being a courteous young man, you offer to do the dishes.
”Umm, I’ll, uh, gib Anon a hand,” offered Babs.
You both clear the table in silence as Auntie and Uncle Orange head to the reading room or den or wherever it is fancy people go after eating.
As you begin placing dishes beneath the warm soapy water, your hand brushes up against hers. You turn and and see Babs looking very intensely nonchalant. Like you were playing chess and she didn’t want you to notice she moved her Bishop to set the Queen up for a two move checkmate.
Well, two can play at that game. You firmly hook your pinkie around hers.
”A-Anon, w-wuts the big idea, whuddya think yer doin?” she stammers.
“Shhhh… just go with it,” you whisper in her ear, as you rub your pinkie against hers.
She blushed even more, but didn’t protest. And so you both stand at the white porcelain sink, pinkies hooked together, washing dishes one handed and handing them off to Babs to rinse.
Finally after the last dish was rinsed Babs calmly dries off her hands, reaches way back, and slaps you right on your ass. The crack echoes through the house. You and Babs are on pins as needles as you wonder whether her parents heard it.
“What the Jesus Fuck Babs!”
”Dats for geddin too big for your britches!”
She glanced back down at your britches before the blushing came back, then stormed out of the kitchen.
You rub your ass as you ponder the events of the last few hours. Nothing left but to go grab your clothes from your apartment for the sleepover.
As you step from the kitchen you are ambushed from the side! Something soft and girl shaped has grabbed you! Anon uses struggle! It’s ineffective! As a pair of lips circle around your earlobe, tongue darting in and out, you find yourself paralyzed. Your eye twitches involuntarily and your mouth hangs open.
”Not so tough now, are ya?” whispers Babs. “You’re MY toy, ya got dat, champ?”
You nod meekly as she strokes you through your pants. As she speeds up, she stares directly into your eyes. She hears you whimper as you get close, then the shit eating grin returns. She stops.
”You cum when I say you can cum, capisce?”
“Everything except capisc-“
You are cut off as her soft lips press against yours.
The kiss is short, but sweet. The now much more chipper Babs walks off whistling the theme to the Andy Griffith show, leaving you with an incredibly painful boner. You lick your lips, tasting the orange glazed chicken she had for dinner.
More inner conflict. You aren’t sure which Babs you like more, the cute blushing girl that’s dripping wet putty over any physical contact or the dominant bully that gives you hand jobs in the kitchen while biting your ear.
Tented pants in tow, you make your way across the hall to pick up your things. A couple pairs of socks, some undies of the tighty whitey persuasion, a ninja turtles t shirt, pants, and your super comfy blue flannel pajamas all go into your trusty army rucksack.
Your toothbrush and various other small things go in the pouch. Your stuffed bunny rabbit gets strapped to the molle webbing. Can’t go to war without your battle buddy.
Returning to Bab’s apartment you find her parents cuddled up sitting on the couch watching news on TV.
”If you want to get changed we’re all gonna watch a movie together before bed.”
You find Bab’s room unoccupied and quickly change into your pajamas. Grabbing your toothbrush, you head to the bathroom to brush your teeth.
As you open the door to the bathroom, a sight greets you. Babs is on the toilet, her white panties and white pink heart pajama pants down by her ankles. You both stare for a few seconds, her eyes wide with shock. A smile is painted wide across your face as you shut the door behind you.
”D-dammit Anon!”
“You should keep it down Babs, you don’t want your parents to come in here, do you?”
You quickly toothpaste up and begin brushing, then turn back around to Babs.
The fluorescent lights here are much better than they were in your living room during the movie. She ineffectually tugs her pajama top down to try to cover herself, but it does no good. You can clearly see her smooth, tanned lips, along with the small trickle of residual liquid. Babs is blushing furiously as you stare. Finally she sighs.
“Fine, you want a show, do ya?”
Babs leans back and spreads her legs to give you a clear view of her everything. She smiles triumphantly as your instaboner clearly pushes your pajamas out. Perhaps you should have worn those undies you packed, if only so you could be present in polite company.
You forget to move the toothbrush as her right hand drifts down between her legs. Her eyes never leave you as her fingers gently circle the hood of her clit. She licks her lips as she notices the small growing spot of precum becoming visible on your pajamas.
”Maybe ya should take dat out unless you want ta make a mess a yerself…”
Running her finger up and down her damp slit, she pauses to reach up and lick her index finger before pushing it slowly past her lips, then back out. You can hear the quiet pop as it leaves her mouth. Jesus, you were gonna ruin these pajama bottoms with all the precum.
She contemplates her finger, and glances back at your erect member. Just as quickly, she closes her knees and pulls her panties and pajama bottoms back up.
”Shows ova, squirt. Ya get tha picture now? I’m da boss.”
She gives her fingers another lick before lightly rubbing them across your lips, then disappearing out the bathroom door.
You lick your lips. A slightly salty taste, maybe the sour hint of sweat, and a faint wisp of Bab’s body wash are totally overpowered by the mint from the toothpaste. You’d have to try it from the source. At least a couple more times. To see if you liked it. For science.
Reluctantly rinsing your mouth out, you head to the living room. Babs is sitting on the loveseat underneath a fleece blanket, her parents on the couch all snuggled up.
You consider sitting with her parents in order to make an echo in the Force, but you don’t really need any more Kreia points so you scooch up next to Babs. She thoughtfully lets you under the blanket to snuggle up next to her.
The Oranges make an OMGTHATSSOCUTE face at you both. They might have refrained if they had noticed Bab's hand almost immediately go down your pajama bottoms. Luckily the fleece blanket hid everything from their prying eyes.
If your penis could talk, it would likely be very upset at the way its been treated. You wonder if too many hard to soft resets are bad for it without ejecting the disc first.
Awoken for the fifth time today with no relief in site, it’s a little bit wary. Babs isn’t doing anything really special, just softly stroking your partly chubbed penis from the head, all the way down the shaft, and back up again. The precum is eeeverywhere. At this rate you were gonna need an IV to replace your precious fluids.
You realize this is the first time Babs has actually touched your dick directly. Looking over, half her face in buried under the blanket, her eyes half lidded and looking away in embarrassment, the blush creeping up around her eyes.
Welp, diamonds. Making a choice, you reach under the blanket and hold her hand.. This does have the unfortunate side effect of removing it from your dick. You snuggle up tightly against her, your head buried up against the crook of her neck. She seems confused at first, but quickly relaxes into the snuggle. Your firmly intertwine your fingers with hers as she leans her head against yours and just enjoy the movie as a couple.
Sneaking a glance at the Oranges, it looks like they are cuddling up too. It almost looks like they are playing rock paper scissors under the… Oh. So that’s where Babs got it. Without making any furtive movements, you carefully return your eyes to the tv and your attentions to Babs.
You honestly have no clue what you guys are watching. Some sort of B movie on Netflix that somehow got in the Orange’s queue. Something about mummies and mannequins? Is this supposed to be horror? I dunno, but the girl is pretty cute.. It doesn’t really matter. You’ve been nuzzling Bab’s neck the entire time, planting kisses, her parents presence be damned.
Bab’s attempts to stifle her moans are driving you crazy. Suddenly, you hear a surprised “MEEP” from your left. Startled, you and Babs both turn. Her earlobe had been in your mouth, though fortunately it slipped free easily due to the fact that you’ve been suckling it like a baby.
Auntie Orange is sitting on Mr. Orange’s lap underneath the covers. Their faces are both very suspicious. Like their hiding something. Babs has a look of pure terror on her face and slowly turns back to the television.
Her eyes continue to stare away from her parents as she whispers to you through clenched teeth.
”Anon, we gotta git outa heah, right now.”
“But won’t they get suspicious?”
“Theah gonna be even more suspicious if we ah still here once mah starts movin on mah da's dick.”
The clouds part and the sun shines through. You did always have a thing for Auntie Orange, always so ni-
Your train of thought crashes as Babs yanks your head to face her, and the only two survivors, a pair of kids, are eaten by a polar bear.
”Fuggedaboudit, short stuff. The only Orange you ah gonna peel is mine, capisce?”
You are unceremoniously yanked up and dragged from the living room. Squeaks and barely concealed panting quickly follow.
“Since when have your parents been exhibitionists?!” you ask as you hop on her bed.
”Since like fereva. Don’t tell me ya never noticed. I sweah they only act like dat when yer around...”
She flicks your dick with a snap of her hand.
”Don’t think I didn’ see ya poppin’ wood over my mah.”
“I’ll have you know I got that chub snuggling up with you. The fact that your mom did something chub worthy after I already had one doesn’t mean boner rights transfer over to her.”
Bab’s cheeks are still puffed out in frustration, but her eyes soften. You metaphorically stand your ground, legs crossed, boner tenting your pajamas out from your lap. Tired of the stalemate, you roll forward, grab her hands, and yank her onto the bed. Babs sprawls over you in a heap, all anger converted straight to confusion.
Its dark. All light is gone from the world, replaced by wonderful marshmallow softness. The gravity in this wonderful, strange land presses you down. A sweet scent fills your nose, compelling you to wiggle your face back and forth. Your arms wiggle and grope, finally managing to wrap around and meet behind the squishy weight on top of you. Grabbing your other wrist, you lock your hands preventing its escape. Muffled sounds are starting to filter through. They probably aren’t important.
“Hey, wuts da big ideAAAAAA!”
Your mouth finally finds its target as you manage to work a button free with your teeth, freeing a nipple. You greedily slurp it into your mouth as your hands grope beneath Bab’s pajamas. Getting a firm grip on her wonderfully big backside you unconsciously grind your dick between her legs.
"Ahhh, don't… jus’ tease me again Anon!”
