Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 10

Charlie was laid to rest on a clear, bitterly cold morning in a snow-covered cemetery within walking distance of the townhouse. In attendance besides Cindy were myself, Jenny and Rob and the girls, and officiating was a Unitarian minister that Karen knew, uh, professionally. Cindy had just shrugged when asked what religion they were so that seemed a good enough choice. The graveside service was praise for Charlie's courage and love for Cindy without a bunch of god-bothering. Cindy stood with her shoulders hunched looking small and lost. Karen and Renee each had an arm around her.

Cindy's father had turned out to be exactly the piece of shit he sounded like. The MAGA merch cluttering his borderline hoarder house was a clue. His response to the news that his son was dead was a shrug. He had no interest in taking "his other son" back. He had no idea where Cindy's birth certificate or vaccination records were, wouldn't tell me the name of the family doctor, and tried to extort me for a letter assigning in loco parentis rights until I pointed out that dumping his children on the street to be murdered might look like felony child neglect from a certain point of view, and that would at least make him a fun toy for the local news to bat around while the "MAGA murders" were still hot.

I shared an edited version of recent events with Jenny and Rob and they were supportive of me taking Cindy in, though Jenny smirked that maybe I was a little old to start being a parent. "Jenny, we're the same age," I pointed out.

"Yeah, but we've been at it for twenty years," Rob said. "You get to start from zero."

"And with a traumatized, grieving fourth grader," Jenny picked up. "With gender issues on top of it. It's going to be quite a learning curve for you. You think you're up to it?"

I shrugged. "No choice, is there? Someone has to step up."

Rob put his hand on my shoulder. "You're a good man." Yeah, my inner voice piped up, a good man who's been molesting both your preteen daughters for the last two years. Shut up, I explained to myself.

After the funeral I took Cindy back to the townhome alone. We went up to the main bedroom. Lilah was locked in her kennel but I'd moved it close to the tv and given her the remote. She was watching porn, giggling and masturbating. Her chin was wet with drool and there was a wet trail down her chest and belly to her crotch. The bruising on her vulva was fading, though with the tattooed image of the serpent's maw beneath it was hard to tell, and her hand seemed to be healing ok - no signs of infection, anyway. I muted the volume but left the porn on to keep Lilah occupied.

Cindy was wearing a calf-length tailored black dress with a high collar that I had bought her for the funeral with black woolen tights underneath. Her face was drawn and tight and there were dark bruises under her eyes. Once it was clean, her hair had turned out to be a lovely light brown with blondish highlights and a very slight wave. She wore it parted on the left so that it fell forward over her face. Jenny had given her a quick trim so it was even at shoulder length. She had a pleasant face with round cheeks, a high forehead and wide-set eyes of a blue so pale they looked gray in some lights. Her nose was broad and her chin was strong and her mouth was very wide with large, square teeth. Her skin was the color of very light cafe au lait. My guess was when she grew up she'd be one of those women whose features were called "interesting". Whether anyone ever called her beautiful would depend on the kind of person she grew up to be.

I sat her down in the armchair and pulled up a straight chair so that we were knee-to-knee. I took her hands in mine. She blushed and looked down. It took me a minute, but I realized that where I had put her the television playing hard-core pornography was in her direct eyeline. I hadn't planned it, but it was a helpful visual aid for where I wanted our relationship to go. I'm sure she'd never seen anything like it before and she probably found it equal parts horrifying and fascinating. It was too embarrassing to watch but she couldn't look fully away, either. She kept her head averted but her eyes kept darting over my shoulder and then away again. I pretended not to notice her blush and the way she shifted uncomfortably in the chair.

"I saw your father," I began. She stiffened. "You don't have to go back to him, now or ever. He's agreed you can live with me for now. Later on you may want to do something else, but we can worry about that when it comes. For now, I'll be, not your daddy, but I'll take care of you. You'll go to the same school with Renee. Okay?" Cindy nodded somberly. "Now here's the thing: we have a lot of sex in this house." There was no sense beating around the bush about it. "Renee and I are lovers, so we fuck. Karen's a whore, do you know what that means?" I was enjoying this in my perverse way, talking so frankly and crudely about sex to a child to whom I was still almost a stranger. On top of the porn she was nearly levitating with embarrassment. It would've been even worse if she noticed the growing bulge in my dress pants.

"It means she needs lots and lots of sex all the time, so she's found a lot of people that will pay to fuck a young girl like her. She's been fucking for money since she was Renee's age. That's what the bedroom downstairs is for. Most Saturdays she spends all day down there just fucking, sometimes one guy at a time, sometimes two or three at once. Mostly grown-ups and mostly men, but sometimes women or high schoolers.

"And of course we all fuck Lilah. That's pretty much all she likes to do any more, is fuck or suck dicks or eat pussy. She loves eating cum out of Karen's pussy after she's just been fucked." Cindy's embarrassment was almost nuclear at this point and I think she was afraid of what I was going to say next. Instead I gave her a break.

"But you don't have to do any of that to live here. You have the other bedroom and you can sleep alone and it doesn't make any difference whether you want to have sex with me or Lilah or Renee or Karen or anybody else. This is your home now, as long as you want it to be." Cindy still looked terribly uncomfortable but she visibly relaxed. I leaned forward and put a hand on her shoulder and put us almost nose-to-nose. "All you have to do is KEEP QUIET. We don't talk to anyone outside the house about what we do with each other, and that includes Renee and Karen's parents. Do you think you can do that?"

Cindy met my eyes just long enough to nod.

"Let me ask you a question, though: how do you feel about your penis?"

"...What?" Now she just looked confused.

"Well I know Renee sucked it in the shower the other day and you had an orgasm." She shook her head, not understanding. "You got the really good feeling that kind of burst all over you," I clarified. "Some trans girls don't like having a penis at all, because they want to have a vagina like a born girl, and they don't like when their penis gets hard or feels sexy."

As I spoke a fresh blush climbed up Cindy's neck until her face was bright red. She ducked her head to hide behind her hair. "I don't mind," she half-whispered. "It felt good. And when it gets stiff I rub it sometimes."

"Do you like boys? Or girls? Or both?"

She hesitated. "I...don't know? I haven't really thought about it. Is that weird?"

"You're ten. It's completely normal. You'll figure it out." Cindy looked a little relieved and so now I racheted up the pressure just a notch. "One of the ways to find out what you like is to watch porn, see what gets you excited." I turned around as if just now remembering what was on the tv. "Like this." On the screen two women, both heavily tattooed and with extremely stark, severe makeup, were rimming a very hairy man. The view cut to an extreme closeup of their tongues dueling around his relaxed sphincter. When I turned back, Cindy was still blushing furiously but now she looked faintly revolted as well. "Or not. The problem with a lot of porn is everything is extreme. The actors sometimes don't even look like real humans." Mind you, that didn't seem to be a problem for Lilah. She was aggressively strumming her fingers across her clit with her good hand and making little grunting noises as drool spilled over her lower lip around her tusks and dripped down her chin onto her skinny chest. "Anyway, I prefer that you don't waste a lot of time watching tv. We will talk about screen time limits later."

I stood and fished my keys out of my pocket and went to unlock Lilah's kennel. She tried to peer around me when I blocked her view of the screen but I reached in and got the remote. I turned off the tv and set the remote on the media center. Then I helped Lilah out of the cage, picked her up under her armpits and tossed her onto the bed. She sat up, leaning back on her elbows and spread her legs wide with her knees bent. She looked at me hopefully. "Penith?"

"I'm going to have some sex with Lilah right now," I said to Cindy. I was unbuckling my belt as I spoke and Cindy's eyes got big. I turned towards the bed as I opened my dress pants and let them drop, toed out of my loafers, and then pulled down my boxers and stepped out of them. I was turned mostly away from Cindy and her main view was of my butt. I looked over my shoulder at her and she was clearly having a fight-flight-or-freeze moment. I sat down on the bed and swung one leg over Lilah, then took her upper arms and dragged her towards me so that she ended up on her stomach, legs out behind her, propped up on her elbows with my stiffening tool almost touching her nose. "Penith!" she declared happily. She held her brass nose ring up and out of the way and craned her neck forward to suck it right into her mouth.

"Oh, shit," I whispered reverently as the naked nine-year-old wrapped her right hand around the base of my shaft and jacked it lightly. Her mouth was so warm and wet and she used her tongue to flick at my pisshole and twirl around my glans until I was at full hardness. My voice cracked a little as I looked over at Cindy again. "You can watch if you want but you don't have to. You can go in your bedroom and read or listen to music or whatever you like." She looked both terrified and fascinated and completely unable to move. Her hands were gripping the chair arms as if she were afraid she'd blast into space if she didn't hold on.

I turned back to give my full attention to the amazing sensations of Lilah sucking my cock. She gummed it enthusiastically up and down the shaft as she moved her head forwards and back. Drool bubbled out of her mouth and down her chin and her saliva coated the shaft, ran down to soak my pubes and drip onto my ballsack. She had definitely gained some finesse during her enslavement to the biker gang, but I was really more interested in her native talent. I ran my hands through her hair. It was solid gray rather than her original white-blond and had grown out enough so that I could grab a handful at the back of her head and pull. My cock disappeared slowly into Lilah's mouth. The airflow from her sucking made me feel cooling and her intense heat simultaneously, an amazing sensation. I felt my cockhead slide across her palate and then a bump when it hit the entrance to her throat. Lilah's eyes, those spooky blown pupils in solid blue, rolled upwards to meet my gaze and, was that a smile she was trying to make around her tusks and the flesh pole forcing her jaw open to near its limit? She made a sound like "Guk!" and then I felt a ripple across my glans as she swallowed and my cock penetrated into her throat. The ripple climbed up my shaft further until her face was crushed against my abdomen and I was fully embedded in the little girl's gullet. Her chest heaved as she tried to breathe but she put up no resistance as her face went from pink to red towards purple and her eyes filled with tears. I think she would have happily stayed like that until she passed out, but I fisted her hair again and pulled her back. As soon as my cock popped out of her throat and her airway was clear she took a massive breath, choked noisily, and thick mucusy saliva sprayed into my pubes. I immediately shoved her face forward again and felt my erection slide into her throat and that incredible rippling tightness without resistance.

I repeated the cycle, each time depriving the little girl of air for a bit longer, watching her face empurple and darken as I brought her closer and closer to passing out. There was spit and phlegm all over her cheeks and chin and her whole body was shaking with gagging coughs when I felt a presence at my shoulder and turned my head to see Cindy looking down at her little friend. She was tranfixed, eyes wide with horror, face pale except for two spots of red high on her round cheeks. I spared a smile for her, despite the animal pleasure surging through my body. My voice sounded almost normal as I said, "You could rub Lilah's back for her. She likes that." Then I pushed my cock forward, trying to jam it even further into the naked child's throat as she gagged and fought for breath around it. As violently as the little girl was struggling for oxygen, the whole time her little bare feet waved languidly in the air.

I could hear Cindy's breath whistling through her nose as almost against her will she moved around me and sat down on the edge of the bed. Slowly, tentatively, her arm reached out, hesitating when it hovered just above Lilah's tattooed skin. At first contact she jerked back as if burned. "She's so warm," Cindy murmured to herself, then lowered her hand again and slowly stroked along the knobs of Lilah's spine as her naked body jumped and twitched.

Cindy seemed to gradually relax into the skin contact, stroking up and down Lilah's back from the top rocker tattooed across her shoulders with the biker club's name to its mate at her hips declaring her "MONSTER" in elaborate gothic script. I felt more than heard as Lilah began humming with pleasure at her touch. There was nothing sexual in Cindy's touch but I was smiling to myself at her first involvement in our perverse activities. I'd bring her along slowly, but bring her I would. I glanced at her sitting primly on the edge of the mattress, still in her funeral dress and the contrast between her and the completely debauched child with my cock plugging her throat brought me over. I groaned and thrust upwards, jamming Lilah's face against my abdomen. She made a tortured sound as my cock expanded further and I fired my first shot of semen directly into her tummy. I grabbed her hair and pulled, feeling my penis pop free from her gullet so that my remaining ejaculation could fill her oral cavity. Fill her it did until trails of white goo overflowed at the corners of her mouth and dripped along her downward-pointing tusks to mix with the thick saliva coating her chin. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" I grunted with each spasm and Lilah echoed me with little clotted squeaks as she tried to fill her lungs without inhaling the lake of creamy protein filling her mouth.

At last, spent and suddenly aware of the sweat sticking my dress shirt to me, I sagged back. My thoroughly spit-soaked erection slid out of Lilah's mouth with a lurid slurp. The child looked up and grinned her toothless grin, her tongue stirring around the pool of jizz filling her mouth. "Swallow," I ordered and she obeyed, but it was too much of a mouthful to get all in one go. I stroked her hair gently now. "Good little monster," I praised her. An idea struck and before I had a chance to second-guess I asked Lilah, "Would you like to give Cindy a kiss for helping?"

Lilah didn't hesitate. She pushed herself up to a kneeling position and before Cindy could react she wrapped her arms around the older girl and pulled her into a naked, sweaty hug. She mashed her lips against Cindy's. Her tusks pressed into the trans girl's shocked face. Lilah's tongue came out and dug between Cindy's lips until they parted and then pushed in, no doubt carrying with it the heavy flavor of my semen. Cindy was too surprised to pull away so it was Lilah who sat back, leaving the child with Lilah's sweat darkening the fabric of her dress and Lilah's saliva and some of my spunk on her chin. "Penith! Rawr!" Lilah declared, then rolled over on her back, spread her skinny legs, and started enthusiastically spanking her bruised little peach with her good hand, beating out an uneven tempo.

Cindy blinked several times, then found her voice. "Can...can I go..." she pointed vaguely to the door.

"Of course you can," I said. "You must be exhausted. It's still early but why don't you change and lie down for awhile and I'll make us an early supper. Hey!" I said as if struck by a thought, "Would you like Lilah to sleep with you tonight? I bet she'd like that. I'm sure she misses Charlie too."

Shock registered on Cindy's face as the reality of her brother's death flooded back into her, grief churning with all the emotional turmoil from watching an adult engage a girl even younger than her in violent-looking fellatio. With wet, shining eyes she stood and half-fled into the bedroom that was now hers.