Becoming the Storm
17 Littlest
“YOU’RE SO TINY,” I said. “I know you are a fully grown woman and I’ve got no call to be talking about how small someone else is, but I’m so afraid I’ll hurt you.”
“I’m tougher than I look. I’m nineteen today, Brian. I know I look little. It’s why I don’t shave my pubes. Without hair there I still look twelve. But I’m not twelve. And I’m not scared,” Judy said.
We’d had a lovely birthday celebration in the studio, combined with end of semester relief—for many clan members, their first semester of college. I ran my hand over Judy from her scalp to her toes and marveled at how physically fit she was. It was one of the things we had in common. Both of us, having grown to adulthood feeling small, had devoted the time and energy to become the most proficient of Whitney’s martial arts students. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin. She was tiny and elegantly beautiful. Her facial features were delicate. Her mahogany hair was held up in a bun by a pair of chopsticks—a technique I think Maggie taught her.
I’d touched Judy on a number of occasions. We’d shared deeply satisfying orgasms. I’d promised this to her and I was incredibly excited about it. She’d told me she loved me. Still… she was so tiny. I pressed the heel of my hand against her clit and stretched my fingers up toward her navel. I could almost touch it. She inhaled deeply and wiggled against my hand.
“Do you feel where the tip of my finger is?” I said.
“Yes. It’s almost touching my navel. You have big hands,” she said, pressing up against me some more.
“Not really. I was the only member of the basketball team who couldn’t palm the ball. My hands are pretty average, or even a little small.”
“But you are holding my whole tummy. I guess I’m not as big as a basketball.”
“Exactly. Right here…” I wiggled the tip of my finger. “This is how far up inside you I am going to go.” Judy gasped and took hold of my hand so she could feel where my finger was with her own. Then she lifted my hand and put it against my cock. It reached from the tip of my middle finger to the heel of my palm. I’d never used a ruler to measure, but I’d certainly used my hand.
Judy moved my hand again and dragged the tip of my finger through her juices and across her clit. Then she continued upward through her pubic hair and across her tummy until it came to rest against her navel.
“Yes,” she hissed. “You will fill me. Fill me, Brian.”
I filled her first with my tongue and when I’d had my fill of her juices, I filled her with my cock. Her hymen had been mostly intact and had torn quickly. She gasped and then wrapped her arms around my neck to hold me while she kissed me thoroughly.
“This. Yes, this,” she whispered. “Now and always.”
Cassie and I picked up Geoff, Kevin, and Robyn Saturday at noon. After hugs and Merry Christmas greetings, we were off toward the ranch. Kevin jumped in the front seat next to Cassie. Robyn cuddled into Geoff’s arm in the second seat. I thought that was a little strange but passed it off as Robyn just needing a little more support. It was clear, though, that Kevin was going to handle the conversation on the way to the ranch.
“Will Heaven be there for Christmas?” he asked. “I am dying to try on some of her clothes. And Leonard says that he has a new dress for me that will make the other bitches in this year’s contest ruin their look with hard-ons. You know that’s the toughest thing about being a drag queen. You see a cute little boy showing his legs under a skirt and all of a sudden you’re tenting your panties. And I won’t take hormones. I don’t need them. I look perfectly beautiful without them.”
I glanced over at Kevin. He’d worn a nice pair of slacks on the plane. I hadn’t seen his top yet. His coat, though, made him look like a movie starlet. It was a chic, knee-length wool with a fur collar that framed the delicate features of his face. Damn, he was cute.
“You are a beautiful little bitch,” Cassie said, making a moue. I was shocked, but she seemed to be completely in sync with his chatter. There was a snort from the back seat.
“He’s been prancing around wiggling his ass ever since he put his ‘Santa’s Coming’ silk panties on this morning,” Robyn said. What the fuck? Geoff was laughing.
“I bet every one of those boys wants a piece of your skinny little ass.” I glanced in the mirror and saw both Geoff and Robyn shaking with contained laughter. Okay. Good! At least she’s got a sense of humor. Cassie wasn’t done with Kevin yet, though.
“Don’t you know it, honey,” Kevin answered. “A boy isn’t safe with those horny little queers. I fear for my chastity daily.”
“I’m sure you’re above lusting after the competition,” Cassie said. “I bet you parade around in a thong just to see their meat jump.”
“What good is a queen if she isn’t sexy?”
“And how would you know if you didn’t see the results?” Cassie shot back.
“You are such a bad girl. I’m blushing,” Kevin said. I glanced. He actually was.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing you parade around in a thong,” Cassie said. “Or nothing. I think I’d just have to borrow a cock, you know. To show my appreciation.”
“Oh, you evil minx! Borrow Warren’s, okay? If he so much as looks at me kindly, I’ll be humping him on the hearth. He can beat my drums any day of the week. Maybe if I’m nice to Adam, he’ll give him to me for Christmas.”
The conversation went on like this all the way back to the ranch. Occasionally, there would be a word from Geoff or Robyn as I focused on the road. But when the trio started singing ‘Jingle Balls’ as we went through Bloomington, we all broke up.
I was happy to see that Robyn was being pretty open and friendly after I’d shown them to their rooms. She stayed close to Geoff most of the time, but participated in getting food ready with Elaine, Mary, and the rest of us. Doreen joined us for dinner and I had one-year-old Matthew in my lap. He was eating baby food and managed to get as much strained carrots on me as I got in him. We laughed. Doreen and I took him upstairs and showered together, cleaning the little guy and each other thoroughly. He was a happy baby and when we were all clean, we wrapped ourselves in robes and joined the rest of the family in front of the fireplace.
I needn’t have worried about our modesty with Robyn. She was sitting on the couch naked, leaning against Geoff on one side. Kevin leaned against Geoff on the other side. On the other side of Robyn, Dani cuddled against her and Robyn idly petted her hair. Doreen and I shed our robes and cuddled with Matthew in the big chair. Having his favorite food items bouncing around inspired Matt to latch onto one of Doreen’s nipples. She had a sharp intake of breath and then giggled, bouncing our son against her breast.
“He just had a huge dinner!” Liz laughed. “Is he still that hungry?”
“I don’t think he gets that much out of them any longer,” Doreen said. Liz perched on the arm of the chair and put an arm around me so Doreen could lean back against her. “It always gives me a jolt when he latches on, though. He’ll probably suck himself to sleep.”
“Guess who his papa is,” Courtney said. “Brian will probably latch onto a nipple and suck himself to sleep tonight, too.”
“Mine! Mine!” Samantha said, squirming around on the blanket in front of the fire. “Mine haven’t been sucked on in a long time. Since yesterday, at least.”
“Have I been neglecting you, cónyuge?” Hannah said. She plopped down in front of Sam and put her lips on one of our mate’s taut nipples.
“Oh, baby, I love you so much,” Samantha purred as she held Hannah.
“Hmm. We should try not to have an orgy in front of our guests,” I suggested as I saw Jennifer and Courtney move together to kiss.
“Oh, don’t worry about us,” Geoff said. “It’s all inspiring. If Robbie weren’t so comfortable being hugged by Dani, we’d probably all be in bed by now.”
“Is having a baby really bad?” Robyn asked in a small voice. She’d been looking at Matthew nursing on Doreen ever since we came downstairs.
“The best thing ever,” Doreen sighed. Matt had drifted off to sleep pillowed against Doreen’s breast. Occasionally, he’d rouse enough to make a few little sucky noises and then go back to sleep. Hannah stood up and came to take him from Dor. She held Matt against her shoulder and patted him gently while she danced across the room. Such love. Matt had a little burp, but didn’t really wake up. Hannah knelt in front of Robyn and Dani. Dani took my son, but held him in Robyn’s lap. Robyn touched him tentatively and then petted his hair. I blessed my son for being so calm and mellow. And asleep.
Eventually, Robyn stretched and whispered to Geoff.
“I think we’ll retire now,” he said. “Thanks for giving us space in your house while we’re here.”
“Mi casa es su casa,” we all responded.
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