Broken Little Thing: Chapter 2

Broken Little Thing: Chapter 2

DarksX for sexstories.com

Ava’s words were still ringing inside my brain, “I’m all yours.”

After a while, she didn’t shake anymore. She was still hugging me, her face snuggling comfortably on my neck while I remained lying on top of her. With my weight pressing her against the sofa, I could feel every single movement of her little body. For the first time in a long, long time, I felt like staying that way for as long as she wanted to. I kissed the top of her head once, and she snuggled even tighter against me. I could feel her enjoying a blissful moment, being completely accepted by someone she loved. In my case, I tried to convince myself that, yes, it was happening. Yes, that broken little thing was mine.

That same morning, Ava was radiant. The young girl had gone upstairs to clean herself up, take a shower. I had offered to take her there, but she said she was ok, that she just needed a second and would be back in no time. A subtle way to tell me she preferred to go by herself. So I just watched as Ava, still beautifully naked, got up from the couch and slowly moved her way up the stairs with her slender legs trembling, cum running down her inner thighs, stained in red. I heard her turn the shower on, and I imagined her there, washing her nubile body, her entrance so sensitive after all I’ve done to her, and I wondered – worried, actually – if she wouldn’t take that time to think and regret giving herself to me like that.

However, when she came down the stairs twenty minutes later, almost excitedly, she leaned forward to give me a peck on the cheek. I was sitting at one of the chairs around the big table in the kitchen, where I intended to start making lunch but ended up just absorbed in my own thoughts about the whole situation.

I could smell the sweet, fruity scent of her shampoo all around her. The girl had a large and black Mickey Mouse t-shirt on, covering her petite body down to the top part of her thighs, and I had the feeling she wore nothing else but it.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me, Ava letting out a startled but playful little scream, and I made her sit sideways on my lap. I exhaled slowly and had to recompose myself after feeling the warm folds of her bare young entrance pressing against my thigh where she sat. I was right. She had decided to come downstairs to meet me at eleven in the morning this exposed, no more than forty-five minutes after we had sex for the first time – her first time ever. I knew that little girl since the day she was born, and I would never have imagined her as the type who could pull off something like this, all of this. This was a brave Ava I hadn’t experienced before.

I took a deep breath. “Everything ok?” I asked, smiling.

“Yes…” she replied, shyly giggling, both hands on her lap while I had my arm around her.

“Do you feel any discomfort?” I questioned her. It just came out, the openness I always had with her mixed with this newly created intimacy.

The question made her feel awkward, and it made her blush and look down at her hands. She didn’t like me asking that. It was all over her face, and I regretted that instantly. I was still sailing this unknown area, a sea that divided me being an uncle and being a lover, and apparently, I sucked at it. However, it was beautiful to watch her struggling with shame, more beautiful yet hearing her answering to me anyway.

“A little bit… Yes,” Ava answered, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make things weird, but it’s hard for me not to worry about you,” I explained.

“It’s ok… Like, I know you’re just checking on me. You’re the only one who does,” and Ava gave me another peck on the cheek, still shy though.

“And I always will,” I said, kissing her back but going for a light peck on her lips instead, which not only caught her by surprise but also made her smile. “In fact, there’s another thing we have to talk about….”

My face turned serious for a moment, and Ava, even smarter than I thought, caught on to what I meant almost instantly.

“We’re fine,” she said, blushing but confident. “I was counting the days in my head before I said yes… This is why it took me a little longer to answer when you asked me if I wanted to… You know… I was just making sure we were safe.”

“Wow.” I was static. While I had to ponder so much if we should do it or not, Ava was already doing the math to know if she would get pregnant. “I didn’t know you felt so comfortable with the idea of being with me or doing what we did,” I said.

“I… I do.