Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2009 17:38:30 -0500
From: harald v <haraldv1@loveable.com>
Subject: Siehera

Note: The below story is completely fictional, and does not depict real
events. No copyright is claimed, nor implied, beyond that which may or may
not be given by The Nifty Archives. It contains heterosxual incest,
pedophilia, and lesbianism. Stop reading now if you are likely to be
offended.

				  Siehera

	Siehera slid the glass door down and stepped out of the shower. She
grabbed a dry, pink towel and started to dry her body off. After she got
sufficiently dry, she threw the towel in the wicker hamper toward the back
of Harry's bathroom. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a minute
or two, and looked at herself. Twelve years old as of last Tuesday, and
showing a hint of evidence at her inevitable womanhood. She brushed her
straight, shoulder- length brown hair, which framed a pale, young face with
bright blue eyes.
	Putting the brush down, she gently ran her right hand across her
soft, budding breasts and down her stomach, feeling the hard vertical scar
from her recent open-heart surgery. She was happy that it healed and was no
longer painful, but she hated how unsightly it was. Siehara would not wear
the bikini she got as a gift from her grandmother because she was so shy
about her scar.
	Siehera sat down on the toilet and stepped into her panties. She
had packed white cotton boyshorts with teddy bears all over. She pulled
them up and then grabbed her pajamas off of the towel rack. She grabbed the
collar of the pink, footed, blanket sleeper with her left hand, and
unzipped it all the way to the crotch with the right. Still sitting, she
took her left leg and stepped down into the leg until her foot was tightly
enveloped by the foot of the sleeper. She wiggled her toes against the
thick, warm fleece, and vinyl. Siehera then followed with the other leg.
She could now put her arms in the sleeves and zip up her pink pajamas. She
looked like a little kid, but loved the warmth and softness that enveloped
her.Her pajamas were a little on the tight side, but not too much. They
were almost like a very warm leotard and tights.
	Siehera then proceeded down the green-carpeted, barren hallway into
her babysitter Harry's room. Harry, a middle-aged friend of Siehera's
mother, was lying naked on his bed.  Harry was not attractive by any
means. He was about 5ft10 and almost 300 pounds. At 38, he was already
balding, his remaining hair a salt-and-pepper weave of colors. Siehara
could now see that he also posessed an extremely hairy chest.
	Regardless, Harry was really Siehera's only friend. Her parents
were always so busy with work. Too busy to interact as parents should. She
had no brothers or sisters, and the activities she was signed up for were
ones done solitarily. She had tutors for violin, French, and Spanish
practice. She was shunned by all the popular kids, so any free time was
either spent alone or with Harry, who was also a bit of a reject.
	Siehera slowly walked over to the bed. Her heart raced with a
combination of nerves and anticipation. She could feel her genital area
swell slightly.
	"I wish I were a hundredth as good-lookin' as you, kiddo," Harry
said.
	Siehera climbed up onto the bed and knelt beside Harry's waist. Her
fleece-covered feet brushed up against his leg, and his penis slowly
swelled and erected to its full six-inch length. He grabbed her right hand
and just held it gently for a moment.
	"So soft." he said, with an odd mix of lust and sadness at his
awkward, shy past.
	Harry laid her hand on the shaft of his penis, which jerked stiff
at her touch, growing in length until it was erect. She slowly bent her
head down and spat on his penis, watching her thick, foamy saliva trickle
town the nearly middle-aged man's six-inch-long organ. The young girl then
took the tip of his penis into her mouth, holding it there while she
swirled her tongue quickly left and right for a few seconds. Harry moaned
loudly. Siehera sucked hard on the upper half of his shaft, then released,
then sucked hard again, then released. Harry moaned again. He gently
grabbed Siehara's head and pressed it into his crotch. His erect penis went
further into the young girl's mouth. She gulped loudly and grunted.
	She wasn't able to suck quite as hard with Harry's penis so far
inside her relatively small mouth. Saliva relentlessly streamed out of her
mouth as she tried to keep her lips pressed around the man's penis. Harry
was still firmly holding her head in place. She struggled to run her tongue
up and down the length of Harry's shaft.
	About thirty seconds later, Siehera let out a loud grunt. She
gagged loudly as a large glob of Harry's salty, warm, sticky semen hit the
back of her throat hard. She automatically, but strugglingly, swallowed the
load. Harry thrusted hard into the preteen girl's throat, causing her to
gag once more. Her mouth immediately filled once more with the warm, sticky
fluid from her friend and babysitter, Harry. His semen started to leak out
of both sides of Siehara's mouth. She audibly gagged once more, and drooled
most of what was in her mouth onto Harry's crotch. Harry's body relaxed,
and his penis softened. Siehera came up, sitting on her knees, her mouth
and chin covered in her own saliva and the semen of a man that was over
three times her age, but still her best---maybe only---friend.
	The door knocked.
	"Oh, hi, Katie." said Harry.
	Katie walked in, startling Siehera. Siehera wiped her face on her
right arm, staining the footed pajamas she was wearing. She turned around
and sat on her bottom between Harry's legs so she could face Katie. Katie
looked to be about fourteen. She was just under five feet tall, beating
Siehera by a few inches. She was slender and had a good tan, which went
well with her dirty blonde, shoulder-length hair, which she had in bangs
and a ponytail.
	Katie was wearing a school uniform consisting of a white, button-up
shirt, gray skirt, red footed tights and shiny, black maryjanes, which she
proceeded to take off.
	"Katie, this is my friend, Siehera. Siehera, my daughter, Katie.
You might have crossed paths at Warner Springs Academy," said Harry.
	"Hey, Siehera. Say, I like your pajamas! I have three pairs with
feet, kinda like yours." Katie beamed.
	Siehera smiled shyly.
	"Say, are you that girl in Mr. Eddy's intro to music class? You
sometimes wear a big, white hospital mask over your mouth?" inquired Katie.
	Siehera sighed, then reluctantly nodded.
	"I've seen you," Katie said softly, smiling. She sat next to
Siehera and took off her red backpack. She unzipped it. She pulled out a
shiny, black cartridge respirator with huge, white, circular filters on
both sides.
	"Oh my god. You, too?" asked Siehera.
	Katie took one of the thick black straps, and, with her mask in her
other hand, pulled the strap over her head and let it rest on the back of
her neck. She then pressed the soft, silicone mask against her face,
covering her nose and mouth. With her first hand, she pulled the top strap
harness over her head. Still holding the respirator against her face, she
took a deep breath, causing a loud hiss.
	"Here. Siehera, I need you to do me a big favor. You see the short
strap ends behind the canisters?" Katie said in a raised, but still very
muffled voice.
	Siehera took both hands and gently pulled the strap ends towards
Katie's face, slowly tightening her mask.
	"Mmmmmmm. Perfect!" she said, with a loud, breathy sigh.
	"Siehera, I need to wear this mask in Period 3 for Dr. J.'s
chemistry class. I get sick if I'm exposed to fumes." she explained.
	"Oh." said Siehera, sheepishly, looking away, to the floor.
	"Hahaha. Why are you getting so shy? Like I say, I've seen you
with, like, a white dust mask or something." she laughed.
	Katie saw a small cubical box next to the bed. Siehera saw her look
at it quizzically and picked it up off the lamp table and passed it to her.
	"Katie, I---I had open heart surgery a couple of months ago. As a
result, my immune system kind of sucks right now. For the next year, I am
supposed to wear one of these whenever I'm in crowds. That's why I don't
get out much." laughed Siehera sheepishly.
	Katie opened the box and took out a mask, holding it in her right
hand and examining it. She looked at the face seal, which had a black
section that rested on the nose. She flipped it over, looking at the
outside of the disposable white mask. It had a green strip over the nose
and two white rubber bands to hold it over the face of the wearer.
	Siehera looked at the mask of hers that Katie now held in her
hands. She then looked at Katie, her own tanned face covered tightly with
the large, black, silicone mask she used, the white cartridges sticking out
each side. Surreal, but oddly alluring to Siehera. Katie looked back, her
dark brown eyes smiling back.
	"Look forward and lean forward a bit," Katie commanded, and let out
a loud sigh through her respirator. The twelve year old leaned forward as
Katie pressed her white dust mask against Siehera's face. Her heart started
beating harder. Katie took the top white rubber band, and rested it above
Siehera's ears. She then took the bottom rubber band, laying it gently on
the base of Siehera's neck, right below her ears.
	"Good and tight?" asked Katie with a sigh. Siehera nodded, and then
laid down on the bed, enjoying the warmth of her mask and softness of her
pajamas. Katie climbed on the bed right next to her. She stared into
Siehera's eyes for a few moments. Siehera could feel her heart racing and
breath get faster. With her right hand, Katie unzipped Siehera's footed
pajamas to her crotch, all the while not losing contact with her eyes.
	Siehera felt the warm, soft touch of Katie's hand running slowly
over her right breast, then her left. Her back arched briefly and gently.
She sighed and relaxed. Katie's hand then slowly made circles until her
fingers had made contact with Siehera's clitoris. Her stomach pulled in
tightly as her breathing became more labored. She could feel a tingle
gradually rise in her crotch and hips.
	After about ten seconds, Siehera's back arched very hard. She let
out a loud moan, almost a cry. Her nipples burst out from the open zipper
of her pajamas. Katie ran her free hand across Siehera's chest as her back
was still fully arched, and her nipples tingled as they stood erect under
Katie's touch. Siehera relaxed momentarily, but then her hips immmediately
started bucking forward as Katie's pointing and middle fingers entered
Siehera's vagina. Her hips starting feeling that same warm tingle again,
and bucked against Katie's wet fingers for about a minute, Siehera grunting
with every thrust. Towards the end, her hips ached and throbbed badly for a
few seconds, after which she moaned loudly and arched her back hard one
last time.
	She relaxed very suddenly, and Katie pulled her fingers out of
Siehera's sopping wet vagina.
	"Not bad for a twelve year old girl!" quipped Katie. Siehera
laughed. She watched as Katie quickly unbuttoned her shirt and threw it on
the floor, revealing her slender, well- tanned upper body. Her breasts were
a little over a handful, and protruded about three inches from her chest
and were crowned with pink nipples the size of a quarter. Her breasts and
bra strap areas were milky white due to tan lines.
	She then took off her skirt, leaving on her red, opaque, footed
tights. She climbed back on the bed, laying on her back, her respirator
still tight against her mouth and nose.  Siehera then laid down next to
her, resting her arm on Katie's stomach, and hand on Katie's left breast.
She enjoyed its warmth and softness. Siehera also left her mask on, but her
pajamas unzipped. She enjoyed the warmth and stickiness in her crotch for a
few moments, and then nodded off, as did Katie.