Chapter 6

I heard Karen leave out of the front door, but I did not hear her car start. I guess it was safe to assume she walked across the street to get Jessica.

Indeed, a couple of minutes later I heard the car start and leave.

I lay in bed, reflecting on the gravity of all that’s happened in the last week. My sort of adopted fourteen year old daughter had convinced me a sexual relationship with her was in fact, a good and noble thing. It took me some convincing, but when I lost my resolve and fell headlong into what she had to offer, I was addicted.

Her bare pussy was tight, almost too tight. The labia small and didn’t protrude from her cleft. Her clit as well, hidden in the folds. That was a good thing as her clit was very sensitive.

Her breasts were no more than slight swells on her chest topped with nipples. Guilt coursed through me when I thought of how young she looked. She was so underdeveloped, she looked like a fifth grader, at fourteen, she still hadn’t started her menses. I was afraid this shopping trip might just be a waste of money if she had a sudden growth spurt.

I imagined what kind of outfits they were going to pick out. I wondered if they even made ultra petite sexy lingerie. I thought back to the homemade sexy babydoll lingerie and my duck began to swell. That kid definitely knew what she was doing.

I debated using Jessica’s panties, but decided I needed a shower more.

Afterward, I went out into the living room for some tv.

David came through the front door alone, and I stopped him.

“Hey, a check in phone call would be nice, dude.” I said. He rolled his eyes.

“Ok.” He said, going to the fridge. “Where’s mom?”

“She took Jessi clothes shopping, since Tiffany seems to have forgotten.” I said.

“Really?! There’s like, one whole day left before school!!” He cried.

“I know, I know. She doesn’t have kickass parents like you, though.” I said grinning. David sat on the couch opposite of me.

“Well, she kinda does. It’s not like her mom’s around much, and I dunno the last time I saw her dad. She’s over here more than she’s home.” He said.

“That bug you?” I asked, really not wanting to know the answer.

David thought for a moment.

“No. She’s always been my sister. I know we aren’t related, but I can’t remember a time she wasn’t around.” He said.

“I’m thinking we may see more of her if her mom’s going to be spending so much time away.” I said. David just nodded and turned to the tv, dismissing me.

We watched the tube for an hour or so before David announced he was going into his room.

About an hour after that, the girls came in loaded with bags.

“There’s more in the car” Karen said, out of breath.

I went out, finding the back seat and trunk full of loot. I winced, thinking of the damage to the credit card.

Suddenly, a pair of arms grabbed me from behind, a face buried in my back.

“Thank you, Matt. Thank you so much!” Said Jessica.

Though it was a clear violation of our rules, I returned the hug.

“Not a problem, babygirl. We can’t have you going to school in baby clothes.” I said.

“We love you, Jessi. Don’t ever forget that. Your mom loves you, too. She’s just been really busy.” Said Karen. A dark cloud descended over Jessica.

“Yeah, REAL busy...” she said. Karen shot me a look, I just shrugged.

“Well, come on, let’s get this into the house.” Said Karen.

I loaded up my arms, I don’t know how many bags there were, but there were no less than five boxes of shoes. Girls and shoes ... a stereotype? I think not!

We finally got everything into her room, and Jessica went inside and shut the door.

“Wait out here, I wanna show you what I got!” She said, excitedly.

“I don’t even know everything she got.” Said Karen.

At this point David came out to see what the fuss was about. We all sat on the couch and waited.

Jessica came out in jeans and a simple top. The jeans would need to be taken in a little and the top was a bit baggy. It looked like her shoes were a size too big.

“What do you think?” She asked.

The peanut gallery erupted in whistles, cheers, and stomping of feet. The poor cat, chompers, ran for his life. David gave a simple thumbs up.

“Try the smaller ones first, honey.” Said Karen.

“Ok.” Said Jessica, and she turned and went back in to her room.

She came out minutes later in a jeans skirt and blouse, both lavender, in flats that looked like they fit, and lavender ankle socks. This skirt actually fit, and was a few inches longer than the one she wore this week.

She retreated back into the room for another outfit as the cheers died down.

I lost count at twenty outfits, ten of which more or less fit her, the next set were big. David left at some point.The outfits ran the gamut from skirts and dresses to jeans, shorts, and skorts. I really didn’t like skorts, they gave the promise of a short skirt, but were just shorts.

There was a simple one piece swimsuit that fit, but still looked a bit immature on her immature body. Another one piece was loose, but looked like it might accentuate her curves, if she ever got any.

Then there was a bikini that was borderline. It was a size too big, but it showed a lot of flesh, while covering her naughty bits.

There were a couple of serious suits, slacks and a pencil skirt, in case she needed to dress up and look professional. Karen had even got her a pair of heels!

By now, we were really tired, and it was time for bed.

“I don’t want to sleep alone, can I stay over?” She asked. Karen shot me a quick glance before saying yes. Jessica yelped and ran back into the room, coming out two minutes later in a pair of simple fleece pajamas. She thanked up both and kissed us both goodnight.

Start to finish, it was a great day!

Monday came and it was back to work, and school for the kids. Jessica kept entering my mind as I replayed pictures in my mind of the things we did. I just couldn’t keep concentration all day.

Jessica did stay in her house alone that night and alternated between her house and ours. We didn’t mind at all, she did keep her promise, we weren’t alone, she was careful what she wore.

That weekend she left with Tiffany to Alterville to meet her beau. His name was actually Beau, as in Beauregard. They’d actually been dating for the last four months and I guess things were getting serious. Of course with Tiffany, anything over two months WAS serious.

Karen grilled Jessica when she returned and was out of Tiffany’s earshot.

“What’s he like?!” She pestered.

“I dunno, he’s kind of creepy.” Said Jessica. Of course we needed her to expand on that. It wasn’t anything specific, just he was creepy in general.

Tiffany came back and Karen grilled HER.

Jessica and I were alone on the couch and I asked her quietly what she really thought of him.

She didn’t like him because he was taking her mom away. Tiffany hadn’t said anything yet, but small clues told her that her mom might be looking to move soon.

Subtle things, and not so subtle things like ‘Ooh, that’s a nice house’ ‘Hey look at that school, maybe you’d like it there’

Jessica shot her down bluntly, stating in no uncertain terms that she had no interest in living anywhere else. Tiffany let it go for the time being.

Jessica sat surly, her arms folded. I wanted so badly to wrap her in my arms and tell her it was going to be okay, but there wasn’t a chance of that.

Cold panic started to grip my heart the more I thought about Jessica moving away. Alterville was about two hours away without traffic, four during rush hour. Another year and a half, she could drive. I knew I couldn’t wait that long, besides, Jessica would probably forget me by then.

The logical part of my brain knew this to be the best solution. She’d get over her puppy dog infatuation of me and get a boyfriend her own age, and she was gonna turn him inside out!

And I would probably pine after her for the rest of my life...

Time went on, David and Cassandra started dating. At thirteen, there wasn’t much for him to do. Movies, pizza, usually with a chaperone of some kind. Sometimes it wasn’t really a date, but a loose gathering of a few friends, Jessica included.

Tiffany was spending more and more time in Alterville, coming home after midnight and having to work in the morning. Jessica was spending more time at our house; first was a few nights a week, then every night staying for dinner, helping Karen make dinner, and going home at bedtime less and less.

We all did thanksgiving at our house. Tiffany brought Beau. He insisted on being called Beauregard. It was that instant I decided I didn’t like him.

He was a corporate cpa; was very well off, and kept making snide comments about our ‘hicktown’ in the guise of humor.

I took it in stride, I didn’t say anything. But God was I glad to see him go.

Tiffany didn’t come home before midnight and for a couple weeks barely came home at all between thanksgiving and Christmas. Of course, Jessica slept in her room, only going home to her own bed on the nights her mom was going to be home.

It all came to a head a week before Christmas. Just before midnight, I was asleep in my recliner, Karen was watching tv and crocheting, the kids were long since gone to bed. There was a knock on the door that jolted me out of my slumber. I looked over at Karen, thinking I imagined it, but she was looking to the door.

Looking through the peephole, I saw Tiffany standing on our porch with her arms crossed.

I opened the door, and invited her in.