I rolled over onto my back and pulled the little nymph on top of me and sat her up, straddling my hips.
I smiled and said, “But Wendy! You are the Pan! And Poppet was your mom. And Poppet was Pops best elf for playing. So, you were supposed to be my best one for playing too. Ellie and Mandy are best for some things and you’re best for me for other things. And you have nice boobs.”
She grinned and looked down at her chest and said, “I do have very nice boobs. You can do whatever you want with them, all the time cause you are the Master now. I think I know why.”
I asked, “You know why what?”
She said, “Why it’s different now. It’s because of nine reasons. First because of the princesses. Before the cats, you didn’t have princesses. That was because. And Mrs Jensen didn’t like princesses and she didn’t like elves and she didn’t like nymphs and she didn’t want to know about me and we had to hide all the time and you couldn’t play with me very much. You were my master, but she was ‘the’ master ‘cause she made the cataclysm. Your dad lived with her instead of your mom because she made him and said if he didn’t, then she would kill everyone and burn down our house.”
I said, “Wait. Wendy, what do you mean? Are you saying that Mrs Jensen wasn’t my real mom?”
Wendy said, “Well, you called her mom, but I decided that she wasn’t. I think that Brenda was and she got enchanted by the bad witch and put to sleep like a fairy princess and now she’s asleep and she wants you to wake her up and break the curse with a kiss. I think that’s what Clarice’s secret project is.”
I asked, “What do you know about Brenda. Hey, what are you doing?”
Wendy giggled and said, “I’m wiggling on your big penis. I can’t see it, because it’s underneath my bottom, but I can feel it really nice. My lady part saw stars and it was nice. ‘Saw Stars’ means ‘had an orgasm’. I wish your arm didn’t get stabbed. We asked Clarice what happened and she said that the bad witch stabbed you. She said it was Irene, but Irene was the name of the bad witch that enchanted Brenda and said that she better never find us or else. But now, you melted her and she’s done and you’ll get a new arm and now we have our house again. We thought that she was dead already, that when she made the cataclysm and let the cats out that she probably got squished like a grape and died, but she was in a faraway village and then she stabbed you and you melted her and now you can be nice to Brenda. She won’t be your mom now because she will be one of your princesses and that will make her happy. She looks like that princess that was Ellie’s mom, Belle’s, big sister, Princess Buttercup. I saw pictures when it was so scary and we watched movies about being happy when it was so dark and nasty and scary outside. Princess Buttercup was really pretty and really special and really magical and she really loved you. Buttercup loved everybody. She even tried to help the bad witch lady, but I don’t know why she couldn’t. Buttercup is a pretty name.”
I said, “Wendy, can you go get me a glass of water from the kitchen? In a nice glass? Upstairs, and then hurry right back?”
Wendy said, “Sure, but what about keeping your penis warm. Maybe Mandy should bring the water and then she can keep it warm while I go get the water. I mean, she could bring the water and I’ll tell her to keep your penis hard while I help you drink your water.”
I smiled and said, “Mandy has lots of work to do. So, if you go get the water for me, all the way from the kitchen, then my penis will get cold while you’re gone and I’ll need you to make it warm again when you come back.”
Wendy said, “That’s a good plan. I’ll be right back in eleventy-nine nanoseconds,” and she sprang out of the bed and ran for the door.
When she was gone, I quickly called Clarice and said, “Clarice, have you been listening to Wendy and I talk?”
She answered from wherever she was working and said, “No. Like I said, I don’t always pay attention. What’s up?”
I said, “Wendy doesn’t know that Irene was my mother.”
Clarice said, “Yeah, I shifted their reality this morning. They used to, but after what happened, I made it so that they had never known that Irene was your mom.”
I said, “So, did you tell them that Irene was a wicked witch and that she had cursed Brenda and enchanted my dad?”
Clarice said, “No. They must have come up with that on their own. It doesn’t surprise me though. They take what information they have and try to make sense of it. Is something wrong? Do I need to fix it?”
I said, “No. Wendy seems to think that Irene was the wicked witch in the story about Sleeping Beauty or Snow White, or both. It’s fine I think. I just wanted to check. You aren’t really making me a replacement arm, are you?”
Clarice laughed and said, “No. Your arm will heal up fine on its own. No need for drastic reconstruction.”
I said, “OK. Good. Wendy just had me um…, well, I just needed to ask to make sure. Um, I’ll talk to you later.”
Clarice laughed again and disconnected.
A few minutes later, Wendy came through the door with a glass of water. I smiled and thanked her and sat up and drank it and then set the glass down on the bedside table. Wendy waited beside the bed until I pulled back the covers and invited her in again.
I said, “Hey, let’s have a game rule. When I take a nap, you get to be in bed with me if all your chores are done and if you want to.”
Wendy said, “OK. And another rule can be that if I’m naked, or if I’m not, you can touch me and try to make me see stars, if all your chores are done, or if they aren’t, and if you want to. That’s a good game.”
I said, “Good. And if I’m in bed and you crawl in, and if you think that my penis is cold, then you can warm it up, if you want to.”
Wendy said, “Good. Um, but um, does that mean even in my lady part?”
I said, “If you want to.”
She grinned and said, “I would like to.”
I asked, “Have we ever done that before?”
She said, “Not with me. Because of what I said before. Do you want me to explain it again?”
I smiled and said, “No. I remember. It was because we had to hide from the bad witch and if she caught us then she would burn our house down, so she let me do that with Clarice, even if she didn’t like it when we did, but I wasn’t the master yet, so we had to be really careful. But, sometimes Ellie did that with me, right?”
Wendy was now lying against my side and had started to stroke my penis gently.
She said, “Yeah, but not enough. When you played in the shower with Ellie and when she saw stars, then we all did, but when I was touching you with my lady part lips, and kissing you with them, it was better, because it was touching. I have to be careful though. If I do it too much, then your blood pressure will explode and your arm will fall off.”
I laughed and said, “I’m pretty sure that my arm won’t fall off. If you want to wait for another time, then that’s fine.”
She said, “It is really nice. I like touching it. I could just kiss it with my lady part lips like before and keep it warm while we talk. I think you wanted to tell me that you loved me.”
I smiled and said, “I did. I wanted to tell you that I love you very much.”
Wendy straddled my hips again and pressed her slit against the length of my shaft. I could feel the moisture this time as she began to lubricate us between her legs.
She began to rock back and forth very slowly and gently, saying, “I can just do it like this, if your arm won’t fall off. I love you too. Thank you for our new game where I can be in your bed if you’re taking a nap.”
I said, “You’re welcome. Here,” and I slid up the bed a little so that I was propped up on some pillows. I reached down and took hold of Wendy’s hips to pull her up with me. And, knowing exactly what I was doing, I pulled her far enough that she was at the top of my penis and I rotated her pelvis and mine so that as I pushed her back a few inches, my cock slid up inside her.
Wendy cried out, “Oh. Tha
t’s nice! It just got in by mistake. And your arm didn’t fall off yet so that’s OK for now. Um, can we leave it there and I can just make you warm in there in my lady part pussy? Oh Stars! Oh Stars! Master! It’s stars and stars and stars and stars and stars and don’t let your arm fall off and oh you’re fucking my pussy finally and I see them and now I’m like Clarice and Ellie and Mandy and the princesses and I know how to fuck like a lady princess and you can make me come in your bed whenever you want and you killed the witch because you love me and because and because it was waiting a thousand years and you have a really really really really really nice penis! OK OK OK OK. Wait, just wait, just a thousand more times and then we can talk or I’ll get you more water in a minute after a thousand more times…”
Wendy kept up her stream of rapturous babbling for quite a while as I began laughing. And the harder I laughed, the louder she got. And the louder she got, the more I laughed. And the more I laughed, the more we wiggled and the more excited we both became. I tried to hold back, but her enthusiasm was infectious and after a few more minutes, I suddenly climaxed inside her.
When I climaxed, Wendy screamed. But what she screamed made me laugh even harder.
She screamed, “Laundry! Oh, yes! Huge piles of fucking laundry! Hot wet laundry!” and I felt a rush of liquid gush out of her into my lap.
Wendy shuddered and then leapt off of me and put her lips around my cock and sucked me clean. It only took a few seconds and then she pulled off and looked at me and said, “I had to clean up, right? That’s what we do, right? So, I did it.”
I smiled and said, “Wendy! That was fun! I liked that a lot!”
I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up toward me and lay her head next to mine on the pillows.
She said, “I had so much fun. And now, we can play all the time because we have rules. It can be a secret that everybody knows about. We don’t have secrets from each other, just from the bad witch, Katherine.”
I smiled and said, “Who was Katherine? You said the cataclysm was because Katherine let the cats out.”
Wendy said, “Irene Katherine Jensen, the Wicked Witch of The West.”
I said, “Oh. That Katherine.”
Wendy said, “We say the cats of Katherine because the cats of Irene doesn’t sound like ‘cataclysm’. It sounds like cat’s latrine. It was poopy during the cataclysm, but we didn’t say it like that. We said it the other way because it was better and it was alliterative. That means it sounds funnier. Is your arm OK? I’ll tell Clarice that it was my fault if it falls off, even though it was your fault, but it was probably an accident, except that it wasn’t, but we can think that maybe it was because accidents are bound to happen if we are naked and seeing stars and we can’t help it if you accidentally slide your penis in. It will be OK. Nobody will be mad now that our White Knight slew the Dragon Lady. Why did she have to be mean? She could have been happy if she didn’t make everything stupid.”
I said, “Well, I don’t know why she was mean. What I do know is that you are cute and I had a really nice time and now our bed is all wet and messy and don’t we have to make sure that the shower and the driers work because we have to still eat lunch since my arm didn’t fall off?”
Wendy sat up quickly and said, “That’s right! We have to do all of that! Clarice said that you can take a shower to make sure that your arm bandage is OK. Come on!”
Wendy tugged at me and climbed out of the big bed. I heard the water in the shower start automatically. The little nymph led me excitedly toward the glassed in area and opened the door and pushed me inside. The shower was big. Probably big enough for at least four people. Several shower heads poured warm water from overhead; several more sprayed us gently from three sides along the walls. Because we were sprayed from all sides, we were instantly soaking wet as we stepped in and Wendy pulled the door closed.
The front wall of the shower was glass. To one side of the door, and along the left side of the wall, the floor was raised at intervals from about six inches to about a foot high. It looked like a wide step, some parts a few inches higher than others. Wendy climbed onto the platform created so that she could reach my head and upper body. I watched as she put her hand beneath a spout on the wall and soap poured into it. She had me come close and turn around so that she could wash my hair and shoulders.
It felt really good. Her hands in my hair, stroking my shoulders, and rubbing my neck. I probably moaned softly in appreciation as her tiny hands melted away some of the tension that I was carrying in my body. When she was done with my head, she moved on to my back. Then she had me turn around and she washed my chest.
Neither of us spoke, and I had my eyes closed for most of it. When I did open my eyes for a moment, I saw that the lights in the room had been lowered. I also saw that Wendy was smiling at me. I pulled her body into mine for a hug and a kiss and when I let her go, I took a handful of soap from the dispenser and applied it to Wendy’s chest, fondling and caressing her breasts and nipples. She was washing me, and I was happy to reciprocate. My hands roamed over her body, exploring and adventuring.
Standing on the step the way that she was, Wendy could only reach my chest, but as my hands began to work lovingly between her buttocks, and then between her legs, she bent down so that her own hand could begin washing my crotch as well. We took our time, and Wendy was certainly enjoying her shower. At one point, I spun her around to face the glass while I washed her back, and I suddenly realized that the step that she was standing on wasn’t primarily designed for her to be able to wash me…it was designed for girls of varying heights to be able to stand, either with their back to the glass, or the other way around, for sex in the shower. The step that Wendy was on now was just about right for that. I could have easily stepped a few inches forward and my cock would have entered her very comfortably. I didn’t, but I could have.
Wendy turned back around and stepped down to the floor of the shower and washed my hips, legs, and feet. She soaped and washed my butt and seemed to linger there longer than strictly necessary.
I said, “Wendy, what are you doing?”
She said, “You have a really nice bottom. I thought you would, but I didn’t know it would be so much fun to touch. I like it. You liked mine too, so I thought I would check.”
Wendy sat on the little ledge now and had me give her each foot as she finished up my bath.
When she was done with my feet, she stood up and said, “Stand in the middle now like this.”
She moved us into the middle of the shower, and facing me, about two feet away, she held her arms out to her sides. I imitated her pose, with our legs spread a bit more than shoulder width. We were still both still covered in soap and I wondered if she was going to have us rinse off, or if she had forgotten the need to.
My answer came in the next instant when air began to blow upward from jets in the floor. They blew gently at first, but as the seconds went on, the force of both the air vents, and the water from all sides intensified. Wendy reached out her hands and placed her hands on my waist and I put my hands on her shoulders. The effect of the air and water combined was like a warm water storm blowing from every direction. I had never felt anything like it. I laughed to myself, realizing that I probably had felt exactly this same thing many times, I just didn’t remember it.
The storm went on for a minute or so, washing all of the soap from our bodies - and then the water began to turn off. The water stopped, but the air continued. It got warmer and drier. I saw now that it was coming not just from the floor, but from the shower heads as well. As it heated up, it became a bit like a sauna, almost hot, as it blew against our skin.
The air stopped, or nearly stopped, and Wendy said, “Close your eyes.”
I closed my eyes and felt a very brief spray of something I wasn’t sure of. The air blew for a few more seconds and then stopped altogether. I felt Wendy start to rub my body again.
I opened my eyes and she looked up at me and smiled and said, “The last p
art is lotion. It makes your skin nice. I need to rub it in.”
Then she giggled and said, “I need to because I want to! I’m happy that you love me now.”
I pulled Wendy’s face against my stomach and hugged her and then tried to pick her up and put her around my waist. As I did, I cried out and nearly dropped her as the pain in my left arm made it impossible to lift her.
I laughed and said, “Sorry. I guess I can’t lift you up yet.”
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Wendy smiled and said, “That’s OK. Now, come sit in a nice comfy chair and I’ll change the sheets. It got kind of messy.”
She pulled me by the hand and turned the big arm chair so that it faced the bed and had me sit down in it. She sprang happily to the bed and began stripping it.
As I watched her work gleefully at her laundry, I said, “Wendy, didn’t I love you before? I’m sure that I did. Didn’t you know that I loved you?”
Without looking directly at me while she worked, she said, “Well, it was different. You loved us, but not like you do now. Because the bad witch was a problem, and because you didn’t have princesses and I think you were afraid about Irene and how she cursed Brenda. I think you didn’t want her to know that you were happy because then she would curse you and Clarice. And me and Ellie and Mandy were with you in secret, but before you woke up from your amnesia brain injury, nymphs were kind of like ‘others’, you know, just workers like tractors.”
I complained, “No! Wendy, you weren’t tractors! I don’t remember, but I wasn’t like that, was I? Was I mean to you and treated you like a tractor?”
Wendy smiled at me and said, “No. Not like that. I mean that you loved me, but really, really, really secret. You played with me, like games and swimming, but nobody was really, really, really, happy and it was like the lights were only on a little bit. Now the lights are on all the time.”
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