Chapter 6

Chloe nudged her unmoving cousin. "Wakie-wakie, we've got to go to school."

Harriet groaned and got out of bed, while Chloe sat up and stretched, dangling her pretty feet off the bed.

"You forgot to thank me for the gift," said Chloe.

"Thanks Chloe." Harriet walked back to her cousin and hugged her.

"It's too late for that now. I think you should say you're sorry."

Harriet didn't know what to make of her cousin. Sometimes Chloe acted as if Harriet were her wife and other times she acted as if Harriet were a toy or doll of some sort. "I'm sorry Chloe," Harriet said.

"I don't believe you. Kiss my foot to make it up to me." Chloe lifted her foot up slightly and flexed her painted toenails.

Harriet couldn't believe the nerve of her cousin. Nor could she believe how tingly her body felt, when she knelt down on all fours to give her cousin's foot a little peck.

"Not like that. Kiss it," Chloe breathed.

Harriet's lips parted and she imagined she was kissing her cousin's mouth. She sucked and nibbled at each tiny toe. A low whimper escaped her mouth. She was getting aroused again. However, something under the bed caught her attention. Could it be? Her eyes focused. Yes, it was! A present!

She kissed Chloe's foot in gratitude. "Is it mine? Is it mine?" Harriet's eyes got big as she pulled the nicely wrapped present out from under the bed and clutched it to her bare chest.

"Is there another birthday girl here?" Chloe asked her starry-eyed cousin. "Have you been cheating on me you little slut?"

Harriet turned red and shook her head in response.

"Go ahead silly, open it." Chloe said.

Harriet fingered the wrapping, suddenly very nervous. 'What if I don't like it, ' she worried. She thought back to the Christmas presents she had received in the past from Chloe's mom: The vacuum cleaner, the mop and bucket, the air conditioner that went into Chloe's room. What if it was a present like that?

"Open it. Open it." Chloe urged. She moved her foot so that her toe touched Harriet's sex. She stroked it up and down.

Almost reluctantly Harriet removed the wrapping and took hold of the lid. She closed her eyes and opened it. Then, she peeked and there inside was an outfit. A new outfit. Her first new outfit.

"Thank you. Thank you so much!" Harriet beamed. As much as she liked the new outfit, Chloe's toe was doing things down below that demanded her full attention. Her thighs parted and she leaned back on her hands.

"You're welcome Hari. You can wear it to school today if you want, but I thought you might like to wear it tonight. For the rest of your present, I'm taking you out wherever you want to go. Well, wherever you want that costs twenty dollars. Your outfit set my allowance back, you little bitch."

"Ugh," Chloe grunted, as the toe continued to tease her sex. "This is the best birthday ever, Chloe."

Chloe arched her eyebrows slyly. "I was just joking with you before, but you liked kissing my foot, didn't you?"

Harriet blushed and nodded her head.

"And you like fucking my foot, don't you, nasty girl?" Chloe's toe disappeared into Harriet's tight tunnel, causing her to gasp.

Chloe withdrew her now shiny digit and placed it to Harriet's lips. Harriet opened her mouth and sucked her juices from the toe.

"Too bad, cause no more cumming until tonight. Get dressed for school, we've already missed a couple of classes."

All day long Harriet had daydreamed of her morning activities with Chloe and she imagined what they would do that night. Her cunt ached, but it was a good ache... a reminder of things to come.

But even though her attention was diverted with thoughts of sex, some pretty strange things started to catch her eye. First, there was the crow; a large black one that would have made Mr. Poe proud. Harriet caught sight of it peering into the classroom as if looking for something.

This wasn't so strange in itself, but then she saw a large white ball of fur that was sitting on the window sill. 'What the hell is a Persian cat doing in the window?" Harriet thought. She had a funny feeling in her stomach. 'Why am I afraid of a stupid cat?'

Harriet was glad when class ended, so she could get away from the strange animals in the window. However, when she walked into her English class, she saw the dammed bird again. It was too much to be a coincidence. Harriet quickly turned and walked the other way, stopping in the bathroom where there were no windows.

While she was in the bathroom, she peed and then touched herself. She was moist and her nether lips were puffy with arousal. She inserted a digit in her sex. It slipped in easily. 'It's gone now and forever, ' she thought about her lost virginity.

She removed her finger and pressed her legs tightly together. 'I better save it for Chloe.'

Harriet flushed the toilet and then straightened up her clothes. She washed her face at the sink. The cool water felt nice against her hot flushed skin.

"How-yeh-doin?"

Harriet jumped at the distinctly male voice that sounded like Joe Pesci. "Whoever you are, you shouldn't be in here," she said backing away.

"Down heh toots."

Harriet turned and saw a large black cat sitting on the floor. "Aigh!" she screamed and jumped away, landing rump first in the sink.

"Hey, you don't need to be afraid o' me. I ain't wit nobody but me. I was just mindin my own business and then I seen all de familias runnin around in my neighborhood. Just got a little curious what they was lookin for." The cat said. "and it seems they was lookin for you witchie."

"Look... you stay away from me... you-you... cat. I'm ain't no witch and no one is looking for me. J-just leave me alone," Harriet stuttered.

"Hey, I don' mean no disrespect, but I tink I can tell when somebody's lookin for somebody and who that somebody is. And if you ain't no witchie, then whatcha' doin' talkin' to a cat?" the cat said, before something seemed to catch his interest on his front paw.

"I'm not talking to a-a-a-" Harriet took a self- inventory. She was talking to a cat and cats don't talk, therefore, she must be losing her mind or she needed to get the hell out of dodge.

Harriet choose the latter. She sprung up and dashed out of the bathroom, leaving an unconcerned black cat in her wake.

The black cat sat unconcerned and cleaned his paw for a minute. "Something strange is goin' on around here. I tink I'm goin' to be keep an eye on you witchie." He walked into the bathroom stall and walked straight up to the tile wall. He passed right through, without even pausing.

Harriet was crouched down behind a bookshelf shaking in fear. She went to the only other place in school without windows she could think of. The library. And that's where she remained without incidence, until the last bell rang.

Harriet ran for Chloe's car. She was eager to get away from the strange birds and talking cats. It seemed like it was forever before Chloe finally emerged from the school and walked calmly to her car and unlocked it. "My, you're eager today, aren't you little slut." Chloe winked slyly at her cousin, as she got in the car.

"Please hurry," urged Harriet, tapping on the window.

Chloe started the car, but didn't unlock the door. Then, Harriet's window slid down a few inches. "Are you wet?" asked Chloe.