Chapter 45: Frankenstein Cinderella

There’s plenty of fine pussy around if you only look for it without putting unreasonable conditions on it. Like outlawing relatives as potential partners. Take in-law off the title sister-in-law, and your sister-in-law becomes an outlaw, your sister. I am very open minded about such things. Just like age doesn’t inhibit me. A maximum age or a minimum age, is ridiculous. Youth only makes me cautious, not emasculated. This next bit of the story is not about pedophilia, it’s about helping someone who suffered worse horrors heal. I’ll avoid harsh details, gloss over as much as possible.

Remember Tony’s ex-girlfriend Cindy? Tony gave he to me, said take her off his hands, she was a drag. Cindy doesn’t have a choice? What is she, a slave? Ownership is transferred without even consulting Cindy? Pretty highhanded of Tony, towards both of us.

I don’t have a choice but must unresisting accept his castoffs? He’s generous with my property too. Tony told Cindy to keep the RV.

The Dodge Travco I bought. Paid four grand for and invested another fifteen hundred in fuel and miscellaneous expenses to bring it here from the other end of America.

What did Tony mean Cindy’s a drag? Is she an adolescent male dressed in drag? Gawd, I hope not! Have to wonder. We’ve gone to the beach as a group a few times. Cindy stayed at the ranch. We rig an anti-gator net in the river to make a safe skinny dipping area on hot afternoons. Cindy never once stripped down and jumped in.

She never goes into the women’s bathhouse. Always uses the family-handicap private bathroom.

My curiosity needs satisfying. If she’s hiding male genitals, she’s about to be evicted.

“Can I call you Uncle Joey, even though you’re not related to me?”

I ask the questions. I’m not here to answer ‘IT’S’ questions.

“How old are you, Cindy?”

“I have a driver’s license.”

“How much do black-market licenses cost in California now days?”

“Do you mean, how much did I pay for mine? A piece of pussy.”

Is she serious? It will relieve me if she has a pussy.

“How old?”

“Soon, I’ll be sixteen and get a real Florida license.”

“I repeat how old?”

“Fifteen. Well, my birthday is only a month away. I’ll be sixteen then. Why does it matter so much?”

“Because fourteen year old pussy is a real favorite of mine. I’m tempted by yours.”

“Then, maybe my birthday is not until next year?”

“Is it?”

“Yes and no. Depends on which birthday we’re discussing.”

“Your fourteenth birthday?”

“Oh, that.”

Inconsequential. Banish the thought. Cindy dismissed it with a disdainful flourish, a flip of her dainty hand. Brushed it out of existence. Birthdays are off the table. So she wishes.

“I want you to join my harem, Cindy, but we need to clarify a few things first. Tell me what do you want most?”

“Happiness. Security. To be loved and to be in love. Acceptance. Maybe that boils down to wanting ummm? You!”

“Get out of those clothes. Quickly. Now! Mind me girl.”

She whimpered and fretted, even wept just a few tears, but she did it. Stripped down to panties. Boyish, not even mosquito bite nipples yet. Her lack of puffy nipples isn’t what I’m staring at.

Athletic figure. Marred, defiled, carved on, but still functional.

“Cindy? You’re very special. You know that, don’t you? You need to be truthful with me. Do what feels right, no pretense, no shyness, no holding back, no lies. If something is too terrible to tell, just say so, I’ll accept it. How did you become a jigsaw puzzle?”