Chapter 20

Turning the bath taps on, Lauren stripped, once again so pleased to be able to wander from her bedroom into the lounge and bathroom quite naked. At home she used to wear so many layers! The bath filled slowly as she stretched out on the sofa, her feet on the floor as her head rested on the arm so she could see the television. She rested her hands between her parted legs, pleased with the ready moisture that she found. Bringing her fingers to her nose, she reveled in the sweet scent of herself that never failed to remind her of Nikki.

She sat back against the sofa and started to lewdly rub herself in front of the weatherman. She laughed as she licked her lips, suggestively pouting at him as he explained the storm coming from the north and how it would swell the rivers. Ignoring her as she cupped her breasts at him, he showed his chart for the next three days, indicating the storm would have passed by midday, the temperatures back into the mid-seventies for the election. She was elated, giggling to herself like a schoolgirl as she realised how lucky she was. Her own room, Nikki with her, and two children that seemed to have become less unruly. Plus of course the trust of their parents who left them alone for long periods of time, even in the changing political climate.

She soaked for half an hour as she thought about life, listening to the rumbles of the storm slowly subside until they had completely disappeared by the time she dried herself. Pulling on a fresh pair of knickers, she slid into bed and cuddled her pillow, falling asleep within seconds.

The house was quiet for almost an hour before the wind picked up, rippling the surface of the swimming pool and bending the long thin branches of the shrubs in the garden. Last year's dead leaves tumbled along the ground. Nikki got up briefly to visit the toilet before tip-toeing to her bed and going straight back to sleep. The only occasional sound was the fridge in the kitchen starting up, gurgling rudely for several seconds and then humming. The distant flashes of lighting could be seen, many miles to the north as the storm grew slowly in it's intensity.

Lauren slowly came to the conclusion that she was awake, and with annoyance decided that it was the storm that had woken her. The wind whistled outside as the rain lashed against her window, swirling around, battering against the glass as though beckoning her outdoors.

"Lori!"

Lauren jumped, her mouth falling open and her heart beating furiously as she searched the darkness for the source of the sound. It was too real to be the wind but it nevertheless beckoned her with breathless urgency.

"Wh..."

"Lori, it's me. I can't sleep. I'm scared!"

A flash of lightning silouhetted the young girl against her window, the outline of her hair confirming that Emma was standing by her bed.

"Oh!" She exhaled loudly. "Go to sleep. It's only a storm!" she said, quietly reassuring her.

"I can't. I can't sleep alone."

Lauren glanced at her bedside table, the clock indicating in big red numbers that it was just after two in the morning. If she sent her out, she might go and stay with Nikki. Although that was unlikely, Lauren couldn't even think about Emma spending the night with her. Nothing would happen, she was sure, but it left her with an uneasy feeling. The alternative was that she would slip into bed with Jamie. Now, something would certainly happen if she stayed with him. If she sent her back to her room, that could cause problems in the morning. Or she might simply get up again and walk around the house all night.

"Come on then. Try and get some sleep!" said Lauren, pulling the covers up to allow her in on her left. Emma wore a long night-shirt that came down almost to her knees.

"Oh, you're so warm. Thanks, I just hate lightning at night!"

"Shh, head up a minute." Lauren slipped her arm around Emma and pulled her close, wrapping them both in the thin cotton sheet. Emma rested her head on her shoulder and put her arm around her waist. Lauren stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, aware of the lightning between the crack in the curtains, praying that Emma would remain still, removing any temptation from her way. She nestled in closer and Lauren sensed she was smiling, her breath drifting across her breasts as she settled. Her heart beat strongly, noisily, and she feared it might stop Emma from sleeping. The little girl's lips were inches away from her nipples and she cursed herself for not wearing a T-Shirt. At least, she thought, she had decided to put some knickers on that night. Within five minutes though, and despite the storm outside, there was calm in the room and Emma slept. Ten minutes later, Lauren too was asleep, dreaming about rivers and her desperate search (in the most unlikely places) for waterproof boots.

She woke again at just after four o'clock, her left arm numb. She turned to Emma, smiling to herself as she listened to her regular breathing. The storm sounded like it was returning and Lauren really wanted to move her arm without waking her. She tried to pull it up above her head but Emma wouldn't move. Lauren kissed her loudly on her forehead.

"Hey, excuse me!" she whispered. Her arm moved enough to allow the blood to flow again.

"What?" said Emma, half asleep.

"It's OK, I just wanted my arm back! Go to sleep again"

Emma snuggled into her again, her head remaining on her shoulder, but her lips slightly closer to her nipple. Lauren's heart skipped several beats, surely deafening the girl. Emma hugged her tighter, letting her left hand move slowly over her stomach and come to rest just underneath her breasts. Lauren stared at ceiling, frozen rigid as she calculated the positions of the girl's lips and hands, determining the inference of each as she waited for the next move.

"I feel so safe here!"

"Shh!"

Lauren could feel the warmth of the girl, her tiny hands floating gently over her and sensed her legs moving. Then her hand moved up from below her breast, trailed over her nipple and touched the side of her face.

"What?"

Emma looked up and stretched to kiss her lips. "Thanks!"

Alarm bells rang in her head. She had no doubt, even with that faintest of kisses, that Emma wanted more. The young girl's soft cheek rubbed against her own as she slid down further, kissing as she nestled into her shoulder, across her chest until she rested with her tongue on her nipple.

"Emma, this is wrong. You can't do this!" she said. But she didn't have the power to throw her off, only to look down and see, against the pale light of the storm clouds, the outline of her lips approaching her nipple, her tongue reaching out again. Lauren was stunned by the little girl's ability to arouse her, the subtle changes in

pressure and variation in loving that hardened her nipple so quickly that it ached.

"No, stop, please. Please Emma, no more!" she whispered, defeat in her voice. She closed her legs, feeling the stirring between them as she recognised the bubbling and stomach churning sensation that was the precursor to an orgasm. She threw her head back against the pillow, her mind racing faster than her heart. Panic set in as she felt Emma slide across to the other nipple. Her long blonde hair brushed across her shoulder, the clean, healthy smell of chlorine and shampoo wafting up to trigger a million mental messages. She knew Emma's night-shirt had ridden up her body as the heat from the girl's stomach and legs warmed her thighs.

"Oh Emma!" she sobbed, grabbing the girl forcibly by the arms. She pushed her down against the pillow making her squeal. Lauren sat up, towering over her as she stared into her wild eyes. Her beautiful face and hair shone in the pale light as the noise of their breathing battled with that of the wind. Although she knew she was at the cross-roads there was only one path that she could take.

Lauren took hold of the little girl's night-shirt and pulled it roughly over her breasts so that it bunched around her neck, exposing her breasts and naked body. Like a vampire, she sank onto her nipples, sucking and licking as her hands explored the tender softness of her waist and young thighs. Emma bent her left leg and held Lauren's head in her arms tightly as her kisses moved from her breasts back to her mouth and to the tongue that was waiting for her. She lay back on the pillow and settled slowly into kissing her full on the mouth, exploring her, probing and delighting as Emma responded with gentle caresses and sighs.

For several minutes, Lauren brushed her lips against Emma's, exploring along her jawline towards her ears and neck, causing the little girl to squeal and giggle with delight. Lauren's hands then traced a line from her neck down over her breasts to her thighs, touching her knees lightly and then her inner thighs. Back and forth her hands explored, as she satisfied herself that Emma was delightfully aroused and anxious for even more sensuous loving. Lauren pushed her T-Shirt up further, guiding it over her head and letting it drop quietly to the floor. Thrills shot through her body as their breasts touched, the feel of her naked body hot and taut against her own.

Emma parted her legs slightly as Lauren introduced her fingers to her buttocks and the backs of her legs. She smiled as she felt how thin her thighs were, her fingers sensing a tremble bubbling beneath Emma's skin. Lauren inched towards her pussy, rubbing her foot up and down the little girl's silky legs, causing her thighs to part and allow Lauren total access to her warm, tanned pleasure center. Her mind told her it was not too late to stop, but without a second's deliberation she slid her finger along the moist slit that would so soon reveal the ultimate jewel. With her fingers gently caressing her pussy, Lauren slid back up to kiss Emma's lips, tasting their warmth and sweetness, giving her such elation and utter pleasure that she was unsure whether to laugh, cry or simply sing out loud.

Lauren kissed down towards her tiny breasts once again as she traced the gentle folds of her labia with her fingers, spreading the dampness around, easing her open, pushing down from her vulva towards her bottom. Her lips glided over the surface of her stomach, touching down occasionally to peck at her soft skin, to lick her and nibble as she moved inexorably towards her ultimate goal, the thirteen year olds sex. She moved between her legs and knelt as she took hold of her legs while pushing her palms under her bottom. She kissed the few pubic hairs that had grown back since she shaved her, swirling her tongue around as Emma became wetter, moaning as she teased at the entrance to her vagina. The lips unfolded to reveal the wet entrance, and Lauren saw in a flash of lighting the real beauty of the girl, her young thighs and the taught tendons, her pussy and the tiny breasts that were marked above by the nipples that crowned them. Lauren was consumed by passion, pushing her onto her side so that she could lay her head on her silky thigh and continue to explore her treasure cave.