Chapter 424: The Road More Traveled

Soon the lady cop’s kid showed up.

Ellen saw them and ran full steam at one of the boys. She then pulled his pants and underwear to his ankles as she pushed him onto the ground.

“Both my daddies said boys and girls are to play with their stuff in private, not outside. I’m not sorry I kicked you in the balls and pushed you down the hill. That snakeskin you found tied around your ding-dong in a bow came from the timber rattler about to bite your ding-dong. You shot your stuff right on it,” Ellen told him as she sat on his legs, holding his dick like it was a finger she was pointing at him, and from the amount of hair around it, if she weren’t chewing him out, he would be rock hard. “One day, you will want to make babies, and you can’t if you get this cut off when a snake bit it. No more playing with it either. If you feel like having it out near a snake, pee on them instead. Boys can do that from farther away than you shoot stuff.”

The other boy was there with his pants tenting out, even if it wasn’t any bigger than when he was ten. Ellen pulled him into her arms and started doing her best to kiss him as she had seen on the Internet when watching a PG13 movie of some sort. He was limp when she stepped back a few seconds later. Neither of the two seemed to notice it was terrible, sloppy kissing. Without a care in the world, she pulled down the front of his pants, looked in, and pulled them back up.

Ellen kissed the boy on the cheek and said, “That worked just like in the movie, but you didn’t make a big mess in your pants.”

We all saw Ellen freeze and then start slowly looking way off in the distance. In a smooth move, she pulled a knife out of her pocket, and then her clothes landed in a neat pile on the ground. Much like a cheetah, Ellen had a burst of speed that had her running away from us quickly. She dropped over the top of a hill and out of sight. The implant removed everything between her and me, so I saw that she wasn’t causing any dust, but something was.

“Damn, that girl is fast,” one of the younger girls said.

I don’t even see what she was tracking. Whatever it was, it tried to get away from her and was too slow. The dust rising in the air indicated at least four animals running away from where Ellen had stopped.

The cop told her oldest son, “I am so still giving you shit about finding out that a little girl took you down twice but tied a snakeskin around your dick. The same snake that about bit it. At least you don’t have to feel bad about it. She killed mountain lions and a bear.”

From behind us, Ellen said, “Coyotes killed the mother, and the kittens were about to die anyway. I like my new knife, daddy. I can cut the skin to right above where the meat is attached to it.”

Still naked, she pulled the shirt of the older girl up and bra cups out one by one before putting something in them. The girl’s shirt was pulled back into place right after.

The two younger girls had the same treatment, but they got a long strip of something pushed up under their sports bras.

To the youngest boy, she handed him what had been covering one of the kittens, including the entire faces and whiskers. Inside were the teeth from the kittens and mother. She tied it with a tendon she had gotten from the mother

Ellen ran back around behind the bus, holding something else. She moved behind the older boy and put the mother mountain lion’s pelt with the face and ears over his head. The skin had no signs of any meat or blood except where the coyotes had bit it in the neck to kill it. Before the boy could even react, she had his hands into the front legs, which I saw wasn’t cut along the last half. The claws were still there too. I don’t know how she managed to skin this cat how she did, but after removing the boy’s shorts and underpants, she got him putting his legs into where the mountain lion’s rear legs had been. I did see the bone needle she used to make some quick stitches with some strips of more tendon to re-sew the belly of the pelt. It hadn’t taken more than a few minutes to have this thirteen-year-old boy sewn inside the mountain lion pelt. After getting him down on all fours, she reached around the back to do something. When she had his butt facing us, we saw his butthole, balls, and dick.

“Pussy, I dare you to play with it now,” she taunted.

The girls were still shocked, so they didn’t see when Ellen ran around the bus again. When Ellen came back, they didn’t even know why Ellen pulled their shorts and panties off. She made a make-shift pair of high-cut bikini panties with the fur facing each girl’s pussy with something that wasn’t mountain lion skin. Then she pulled the girl’s shorts back on, leaving their panties off.

She went over to whisper something in the younger boy’s ear. He kissed her this time, and they hugged for a minute before pulling apart.

“Ellen,” I said to her firmly. “Get your clothes on and cover your kitty. His sisters don’t need to see that part of him.”

“Spoilsport,” she said before dressing and then going over to tuck the boy back into the mountain lion skin and then do something that used a flap to cover him up. “Better? It isn’t like they don’t see it all the time anyway.”

“That isn’t for you to decide,” I scolded her.

Then standing up straight, she told the cop, “Your younger son wants to come with us on the trip, but you don’t know us or anything. I said I would ask anyway. He can share my bunk because we are both small kids. I will keep him safe, I promise. Daddy will make sure too.”

Now that wasn’t what you expected, was it?

While the cop sat there trying to figure out what was going on, Ellen went to each girl to say, “I didn’t have time to wash or trim the fur short so that it will be even softer. They should keep you from being all pointy up top all the time and slippery down below. No one will tease you anymore because I made them as thin as possible without the hair coming out.”

She told the older one that she was sad that other girls teased her about the coyote skin bra. Ellen then told her how to trim the fur and carefully remove layers from the back of the hide to make it thinner. Something I had never heard of would make the hairs turn white along with the skin, but it wasn’t a dye. It was more of something that leeched out the color. Only I heard Ellen tell her to modify the fur panties Ellen put on her to have it so that squeezing her legs together would push the fur into her clit, and then with small squeezes, rub the hairs over her clit until it felt good. That got her a big hug from the oldest girl.

Going to the boy in the mountain lion skin, she helped him stand up and told him, “I teased you because you did something stupid which you knew better than to do. I put you inside this skin because I wanted you to stop treating girls in the male jerk way you do your sisters. You can choose if it makes you a man or just a boy in a cat skin put on you by a little girl.”

“Can Wally go with daddy and me?” Ellen asked, like a nine-year-old begging for a piece of candy at a grocery store.

The cop asked her son, “Walter Joseph, do you want to go with this little girl and her father on their bus? We don’t know them, but I do know that David is a good man. It is your choice if you wish to go with them.”

He looked shocked, then got a boner and blushed.

“I, uh, well,” he stammered. “Ellen said we would be in the same bed. We might not wear any clothes because she and I don’t sleep in any clothes now. I can’t even make it quit getting all hard for no reason.”

His little sister pulled the front of his shorts down, flicked his little bald boner, and it went soft.

“Don’t need to pee, Wally. Girls in my class said that happens to their brother all the time too. One said that if I flick it and it goes down, you don’t have to pee and aren’t thinking naughty things,” she told him.

“Get on in the bus, you two. Ellen, have Wally look through the clothes the people put on the bus as extras for the kids we are picking up, and then you are to get in the showers, alone. No running naked on the bus, either of you,” I told them.

I sent the cop all my contact information, route, and how to have someone find me even if I was somewhere I didn’t have cell service, then I told her, “My neighbors Dee and Tee, boy and girl twins, are eleven. They will make sure these two don’t get into any trouble. I will also have my three-year-old. She is something else altogether. Ellen has already found that April is the alpha female between the two, as crazy as that sounds.”

Leaning in, she said, “I’m not worried about Wally. His penis is so sensitive right now he can’t have sex even if he wanted. His sisters told me that many girls at his school have tried to play house with him, and it didn’t work. I spoke to his father about it. It is something he and his brothers had happen to them from when they started puberty until they were almost done. Wally’s brother has never had that problem and has played with his dick as soon as he could get his hand on it. My girls tease him about it all the time. I’m not about to tell him that my brothers did it all the time as well. He can get off doing it himself, but until he is around twenty, he will pop his cork before things can even get started, then he is down for the count. We don’t know what challenges Wally has, only that him asking to go on the trip is more than we have heard him say at the same time. I know it has never been that clear and understandable. Keep him as long as you want, at least until Labor Day. He starts back to school on that following Tuesday.”

She kissed him and swatted his butt as she told him to behave, or my little girl would put him in time out. He didn’t want that.

Ellen did go to the older boy, gave a slight tug on what she used to sew up the sides, and the fur in the front came open like the butt flap on red wool long underwear.

I got the bus on the main road, and we headed toward the interstate. About twenty minutes later, Wally came into the cab area wearing pink shorts and a pink t-shirt but no underwear.

“Ellen was being silly and told me to get her clothes warmed up because they were cold,” Wally told me. “Are you cool with her and me being naked in bed together? She is a girl, and boys aren’t supposed to sleep in the same bed as a girl. Not naked.”

I put my hand on his leg, causing him to get wood unexpectedly, and said, “Hey. Ellen was alone in the woods for the last two years near the RV park before he died. She would have hunted down and killed that mountain lion herself today if that meant she could show your brother he wasn’t a man like he believed. Sometimes Ellen is still the little nine-year-old girl left on her own to survive using what Ellen learned from her father. Other times she is more mature than women I know. If she wanted you for sex, it would have already happened. Plus, I know that if I weren’t nearby, you wouldn’t be able to sleep naked with anyone but your sisters. You won’t be anywhere near as talkative either. I don’t know what it is about me, but some people get a vibe off me that comforts them when nothing else can. If you want any other proof, look down at your dick. You have been rubbing it since I touched your leg. I won’t be around much when we get to our destination, so you will be uncomfortable around many strangers. It will help you get comfortable knowing how it affects you. Trust me on this. April will come to have you pick her up if you start getting overloaded. If she isn’t there, hug Tee or Dee.”

Go ahead and take a little nap, Wally. I bet that hasn’t happened very often, has it.

“Wally,” Ellen whispered as she pulled her pink t-shirt off him. “Wake up, sleepy-head.”

I guess always getting limp instead of getting off overloaded him when it hit the mark.

She had him buckled in naked when he finally woke up with her sitting next to him, in her pink clothes. Ellen had on panties and a soft little girl undershirt too.

I put my hand on his leg as he woke up. His dick popped right back to full hardness, and he was stroking it again. Ellen flicked it as his sister did, and he didn’t get limp or need to pee.

“Wally! Those girls in the van in front of us are watching you play with your ding-a-ling. Thanks for warming my clothes up. I did tell you not to sit up here with him without me. Daddy makes some people feel better than when they are with anyone else. You weren’t that way any other times I got near you, just today. It won’t do if you aren’t where you two can touch. Though, if you want to tease the girls in front of us, I can do a lot of pretend things look we are doing naughty things,” Ellen told him.

I told the two of them, “If you are going to do that, then you need to get the girls to show you their tits and pussy. Even play with themselves. If they won’t, then you don’t do anything.”

Ellen needed to learn the difference between a van, SUV, pickup truck, Jeep, and station wagons. What was in front of us was a mishmash of different types of vehicles. It was on a truck frame, set up to have the top down like a Jeep, and had a pair of rear-facing seats that were like old station wagon ones that would pop up when you needed them. The bus cab section design hit it so that I was sitting back from the front windshield. Unless they were in a truck or SUV that sat up a bit higher than others, all they would see is the kid’s faces and maybe their shoulders. If either leaned forward a bit, you would see part of their chest.