Stop 26: Two Apples in a Tree

Suisei sat on the ground as you walked into her room. It was like walking into your safe haven again, finally free from the bullying of your peers in the schoolyard and your inattentive parents at home. Good parents would see a twenty-two-year-old woman and a nine-year-old boy meeting regularly and probably be alarmed, but your parents didn’t seem too concerned. In any event, she was far more maternal and kind to you than either of them had been since perhaps your birth. Suisei took her gloved hand and ran it down along the carpet that she sat on. She traced the swirl pattern that represented a galaxy, a dark purple in the background lit up by blues, yellows, and whites. It made your child mind go absolutely wild, much like when you saw dinosaurs or lions. You sat down beside her, immediately imagining some great adventure as you used your fingers for stand-ins. Suisei simply watched in amusement. She said nothing, nor did she intervene as you played on the carpet. Even so, her thoughtful, protective gaze was comforting. It gave you nostalgia for a time when your mom did the same, if a child as young as you could even have such a feeling at such an early stage of life. For but a moment, you could have the childhood that every kid deserved.

“-and then what happened?” a voice from above asked

You felt a sickly feeling in your stomach as you returned to the present day, a now twenty-four-year-old man who sat across the room from his therapist for repressed issues of which you’d never spoken a word to anyone.

“What do you mean?”

The therapist looked somewhat puzzled at your response.

“Didn’t you say the name of the woman who’d hurt you was Suisei?”

You felt unnerved at the idea. Not because it wasn’t true, nor because you were in denial of the fact. You had admitted it now many times. Yet, when exploring this memory, it somehow felt like it wasn’t real. You were experiencing a wave of warm nostalgia given to you by a maternal, blue-haired woman who watched over you as a mother would, as she gave you attention and praise, something she did many times. How could a woman like that ever harm you? It seemed downright silly to even suggest!

“Uh… yeah… I did say that, yes.”

The therapist sat back, wondering if perhaps you were about to tell her this entire thing was just a big lie. Would it really be so bad to go back to that blissful sleep? After all, you had done the same with the cops when you were a fifteen-year-old. It was tempting, yet you knew full well it’d be the end of you if you didn’t reconcile this - if such a thing were even possible. You cleared your throat and began again:

After a while of play, you finally lifted up to see Suisei again. She hadn’t stopped staring at you the entire time you had been playing, her watchful gaze always being sure you were safe as you enjoyed your childhood. Yet, your mind's eye picked up a different face entirely: her face was a black, featureless void and within that void shined lights making the shape of two eyes and jagged teeth curved into a smile, almost like a pumpkin carving on Halloween. It was a sinister look that portrayed nothing but ill intent. Thankfully, however, this was merely an addition of your adult mind, not to be trusted in the slightest. You could give her devil wings, two horns, and a red trident in your mind’s eye and it would be no less fake. She was no demon, not then and not today.

Suisei once again brushed her finger slowly along the spiral that made up the galaxy, coming in contact with your leg before giving it a light poke. You turned to face her and she smiled again. It was a motherly look of care and sincerity, one that made you feel safe and loved.

“Do you want to play twister?” she asked

Your face immediately lit up.

“Yeah! Of course, I do! I love twister.” you said cheerfully

“Good. I’ll go get us set up.”

Suisei got up and rummaged around her closet. It was perfectly tidy, as was the rest of the room. Nary a trace of dust nor stain could be found on practically any surface apart from one: a towel that lay just under her bed. She took the mat and laid it down across the floor, taking the call device and placing it on the side. She began to unbutton her shirt buttons and-

You came back to the present again, as though your brain instantly forgot what followed on after. You moved to speak yet something caught the back of your throat as soon as you explained Suisei pulling apart the buttons on her shirt and revealing the midline between her two soft breasts. You reasoned that you could only know they were soft due to experiences you had later in life. You knelt forward a bit.

“I feel like I’m going crazy.” you said quietly

“Are you afraid of me judging you? I assure you that I’d never do that. I’ve heard a thousand and one unfortunate stories just like yours.”

“No, of course not.”

“Are you afraid that you might have liked it?”

You felt your entire stomach shutter. You slammed the thought into the back of your mind with a heavy mallet, hitting it with all your strength. After another great pause, she spoke again.

“I wouldn’t judge you for that either. It’s abuse, but biologically the body responds to certain stimuli no matter the situation. It’s not your fault if it felt good to you at the time.”

You again felt your entire stomach quiver. Was she saying that only because you were a guy? So often was it the case that you were never taken seriously. You were a guy, of course, you enjoyed it. And if you enjoyed it, as any boy young or old would, what right had you to complain or accuse? Perhaps all this was really just a fiction.

“I don’t know.” you muttered

“That’s ok. Do you want to continue?”

“Yes…”

You traced your memories back to when you and Suisei played twister together. She had begun unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it off, exposing her breasts to you free of a bra. You, in turn, immediately began to undress.

“It’s fun to be naked. Mom will never let me do it because she says it’s inappropriate.”

“Well… she isn’t totally wrong.” Suisei commented “But when you’re here with me and alone, you don’t have to listen to mom. But you can’t tell her any of this either.”

As you stripped down to your underwear, something popped into your head. And instructional, cautionary video from health class.

“Suisei, can I ask you something that’s been bothering me?”

“Always.” she said, folding her panties neatly to the side

“Is it weird that you’re my girlfriend? You know, considering you’re twenty-six?”

“Well… on the outside, yes, it can seem rather strange. But love is love. And you do love me, right?”

“Right. I love you a lot.”

“Good. And that’s what’s important. People on the outside looking in wouldn’t understand, they’d judge us for the age difference. But we love each other, no different than your mom and dad.”

Her words soothed you. It was unorthodox, but love was love after all. If two guys and two girls could do it, why not them? To your nine-year-old mind, this was hardly different.

“Yeah but… well…” you sighed “I saw a video in class… they said that people older than us kids sometimes manipulate us into doing illegal stuff. And it said that dating when you’re a kid if it’s with an adult, is illegal.”

Suisei chuckled.

“There is an exception to that.”

“What?”

“Well… mentally I’m nine, just like you. I may be twenty-six physically, but mentally I stopped maturing at nine. So it’s perfectly legal. I’m kinda… like a nine-year-old who knows a lot more stuff than your average nine-year-old.”

Once again, you couldn’t argue the point. It made perfect sense to you. It was nothing sinister, just two kids in love. You pulled your underwear off.

“Any other questions you have for me, babe?” Suisei asked

“No. It all makes sense now.”

“Remember though, you still can’t tell anybody any of this. They don’t get it like you and me do. We’ll both be in huge trouble and we’ll never be able to see each other again.”

“I hate how judgemental everyone is…”

“Me too, sweetie.”

She leaned in, giving you a kiss. As she pulled away, she chuckled.

“Ah, I see that made someone else happy too~” she said with a wink

You blushed and immediately covered up. She found it endlessly cute: your youthful bashfulness. Being embarrassed over such a natural function was incredibly endearing. Even with your balls beginning to drop, you were still just a little boy. Suisei put her finger on the play button of the call device.

“Ready?”

You kept your hands covering yourself and nodded.

“Good. Let’s go.”

She pushed the button and a robotic voice stated a command:

“Right hand on red.”

She put her hand on the red. You smiled as you waited thirty seconds for it to call your position.

“Left leg on yellow.”

You placed your leg behind you on a yellow dot. Another thirty-second interval passed.

“Left leg on blue.”

Suisei pulled her leg to the side, bending it in front of you as though she were doing a side stretch.

“Right hand on red.”

You took one hand to put it on a dot right in front of her, keeping your free hand covering your still erect privates. More and more colors were called and you and Suisei slowly began to contort. She began to cleverly strategize her position, making sure you were directly below her. It all worked out better than she could’ve hoped: fifteen moves later, you found your head gazing at her pussy while she gazed upon your immature dick hanging between your V-posed legs. Suisei licked her lips at the sight, enjoying the feeling of your soft hair touching her lower belly and upper mound. Your penis looked so cute, a small thing of no more than three inches pointed straight at your head while your hairless balls dangled in front. After another turn, she made her move, pretending to slip and fall on top of you. Her sticky pussy landed right against your head and you felt her soft, squishy breasts press into your butt.

“Ew!” you giggled “It’s all wet!”

“I-it’s not my fault!” Suisei laughed back, clearly embarrassed “It’s just what a woman’s body does when… when…”

You flopped on your back, worming your way into a sitting position with her still lying on your hips with her back towards you.

“When what?”

She glanced down at your still erect penis pointing at her womb as a compass points north.

“Well… when an adult loves another adult… or a mentally nine-year-old girl loves a nine-year-old boy… they-”

You suddenly came back to the present, as though your brain were a box that had just been locked. The therapist immediately picked up on the sudden, jarring shift in your expression.

“Are you ok?”

“Y-yes… just um…” you covered your mouth “I don’t feel well. Excuse me. I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Please do.”

You got up and rushed out of the office, heading immediately to the dimly lit, depressing bathroom, and put your face over the toilet bowl. You felt like wanted to vomit despite your stomach being perfectly calm. You couldn’t see it, but you could hear it. The squelching of two bodies connected with each thrust. The wet, sloppy kisses. Moaning. Then, in what felt like a flash of light before your eyes, you saw it all again in fast forward until one particular point of pride…

Suisei gasped a bit and giggled, patting you on the back.

“That’s ok. You are young after all~ we’ll try again in a few-”

She stopped in surprise as she felt your still hard cock beginning to thrust again, sliding against the semen in her already packed birth canal. She smiled and felt waves of euphoria spring out through her body. What young boys lacked in size, they made up twice over in virility.

“That’s my big man…” she smiled, hugging you tight to keep your thrusts uniform and rhythmic “Such a big man…”