"Uncle! Uncle!" he finally screamed. "I give! Get off me!" I did and rolled to the side as he stopped his giggling. I could see that he was as sexually stimulated as I was by the bulge in his pants.
"You wuss!" Billy said as he pushed him out of the way. "You could never do that to me!" he bragged. I just grinned.
"I get top this time. You're bigger and I'm a girl."
"Yeah, well, okay." I got a good hold around his side and across his chest as he tried to turn out of it. I let him turn and then crossed him, reaching under his bottom with one arm and across his shoulder with the other. My weight, my breasts pressing into his chest, held him almost immobile.
He grunted and squirmed to get loose as Minni laughed and Marshall told him he was a wuss.
Unfortunately, he worked me too far up his body until part of my body was over his face. I was still holding on to him but when he pushed his mouth into my breast, I cringed away with a strange mixture of excitement and fear of damage. He rolled me over then and quickly grabbed my arms to hold them down. His slightly heavier body against mine, his knee between my legs, was very exciting in this new body. His chest was pressed against my breasts, pushing and trying for better position.
I knew I could lift my leg and hurt him since he had only one leg over mine but I didn't want to do that. After all, there's a difference between street fighting and wrestling for fun. For one thing, you didn't really care if you lost or not.
I giggled as he got over me further and started kissing my face. I made a show of squirming to get free and turning my face to keep him from kissing me. But, in fact, I was thoroughly enjoying it.
Marshall was ecstatic that his brother had gotten me. Minni was still giggling since she could see what it would be like to be in this situation as a girl and knew it was pretty pleasant. Billy just kept kissing all over my face until he had kissed my ears and my neck and my cheeks and then, finally, my mouth. We both froze as he realized what he was doing. Then, quickly, he backed away. It took a few heartbeats before he got his bravado back.
"Okay," he said standing up quickly. "I won. The new world's champion." He clasped his hands together over his head as he bounced around the room and Marshall heartily congratulated him for his win. He was totally flushed from the combination of the effort he'd expended and his own sexual excitement.
Certainly, I was flushed and physically excited as I slowly sat up and regained my feet. Smiling, I went and sat down next to Minni on the couch and she giggled and told me I'd get him next time. She was as flushed as I felt – just from watching.
"Dinner, kids," Phil said from the kitchen door and Minni and I, arm in arm, followed the boys' cavalry charge to the room. *** "What have you guys been doing?" Mommy said as she looked at us with a smile.
Billy said, "We were wrestling." Then he made a muscle and said, "I won, of course."
"I sort of lost," Marshall said in his typically honest manner. "But I think she cheated."
"You mean you were wrestling with Minni?"
"Huh uh," Billy said matter-of-factly. "Sue. She pretty much beat Marshall but I beat her, so it's okay."
"Marshall tired me out so it was easy," I said with a grin.
"You guys aren't supposed to be wrestling in the family room," Phil said with a smile.
"Ah, dad. There's nothing we can break or anything," Billy said.
"How about the TV?" he said. "If you guys feel the need to run off some of that excess energy, take it out in the backyard after dinner. Okay?" We all nodded.
It seemed strange that I could win over the boys in the same way as a female human as I had as a dog.
They finished their dinners quickly and pushed me to do the same. As soon as I'd finished, Marshall almost pulled me from my chair to follow him to the back yard. I insisted on wrestling Billy first, supposedly while I was still strong enough, and used the knowledge I'd gained over numerous years to easily best him, using my advantage only to lick him all over the face. I refrained from kissing him, as I could have several times, for fear of escalating our relationship too early.
After he'd given up, Marshall came at me like a whirlwind. Both of us laughing all the while, I let him get the best of me. He ended up sitting rather unceremoniously on my breasts, his shins painfully against my biceps, and kissed me everywhere on my face I would allow him. He stopped finally when I started kissing him back, forcing him to kiss me on the lips a couple of times that resulted in boyish yucks.
Minni and I left them wrestling with each other and returned to the family room.
Chapter 4
"Sue," Phil said. "Could I talk to you for a few minutes?" I nodded and followed him to the kitchen, letting him hold a chair for me. He sat down at the chair next to mine and looked at me.
"You seem to have impressed my family," he said. "Perhaps I'm a little overly careful. But I need to learn a little more about you than I know now. Do you mind?"
"No, sir," I said quickly, following it with a nervous smile in character with what I believed him to expect.
"Okay then. Would you tell me a little about your life? I mean, I know what you told Molly. But I need a little more before I feel comfortable with you in my home with my children."
"Yes, sir," I said. "What can I tell you?"
"What about your parents?"
"They were killed, sir," I said quickly. "A car accident." That had been the real Sue Love's tale. I thought it was true though she only told me as her dog friend and not another soul.
"And you have no other family?"
"No, sir."
"When were your parents killed?"
"About two years ago. Spring. It's spring now."
"Yes. So how have you been living since then?"
"Well, first they put me in an orphanage," I answered. Sue had been in an inner city orphanage for almost a year before her escape.
"Why aren't you still there?"
"They were mean, sir. And there was one man who was supposed to take care of us at night." I turned my face away. The anguish I felt was real though it was only secondhand.
"He was a bad man?"
"Yes, sir. Very bad. At night, he used to make some of the girls go to his office." I'd heard Sue talk about this with another girl and it still made me mad that I didn't know the man. That I'd never heard.
"Did you go to the office?"
"No, sir. I knew about when it was going to be my turn and I left." Sue hadn't been so lucky but I thought this better than secondhand information. I could say to myself that I hadn't personally experienced what she had those awful nights that so changed her life and the way she looked at the world.
"So you got out before anything happened?"
"Uh huh."
"How did you live then?"
"There are lots of kids on the streets now," I said. That was the truth. Thousands of youngsters. Most warped by their experiences forever. "I lived with some of them. You know. A few days or a few weeks. Then I'd move on." Sue didn't have that luxury or the intelligence to do it. She'd fallen into a cycle of misbegotten love or, at least, a feeling of protection that had been torn apart by boys who had taken advantage of her love before throwing her out or trying to exploit her for money.
"You told Molly that a lot of the people who looked after you were men – boys."
"Yes, sir."
"Did they – do anything?"
"Yes, sir. Sometimes. They wanted me to earn my keep. I tried but I couldn't do it."
"I see. So you were, ah, never…"
"A hooker? I don't know. I never did it regularly or anything. But a couple of times, I didn't have a choice." I looked, embarrassed, at my hands. I knew this had to get to him with a daughter my age. "There were times when I was very hungry. And the people, the men, weren't really terrible. There was only a couple of guys and they were nice to me. Mostly, they wanted to take pictures and that was okay."
"Pictures," he hissed. He was seething with hatred for these men as I had been when I first heard Sue talk of it. With her, it was pictures and much worse. They'd hurt her very badly and, even before her encounter with the three men who killed her, she might not have survived long. I sought them out but never was in a position to find them. Perhaps I'd have another chance.