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Filename: timsadju.txt
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story_codes: m/g, (12/4), cons

story_intro: Everything was going along just fine for Tim as an only child. So why did his parents decode to get a foster kid? Especially some annoying little girl, for crying out loud? And to top it off, the little brat, Ivy, follows him everywhere. One night, she even interrupts him as he's masturbating. But when she sees his penis, she surprises him with what she had previously learned in previous foster care places. Maybe there is something to having a little sister, after all. 



story_language: English





Tim's Adjustment

Written by madvlad


	"I know it's a big adjustment, Tim. But you're twelve years old now and you should be able to handle it."

	Tim looked at his father doubtfully but didn't protest anymore. Once his parents had made up their minds, there wasn't going to be anymore debate.

	"And I think you'll like being a big brother," his mother added helpfully (or so she thought).

	"Uh huh," he mumbled as he left the room to go to the basement to play some video games. Of course, he'd probably have to share those with his new, so-called little sister, too.

	For reasons Tim couldn't fathom, his parents had decided to become foster parents. They told him it was an opportunity to help out an unfortunate child. At first, Tim was lukewarm to the idea. Perhaps having a little brother might not be too bad if the kid wasn't a brat. But then they told him they were going to get a girl.

	A girl! Seriously, Tim wasn't going to play with dolls or stupid tea parties or whatever little girls did. A couple of his friends had little sisters and he had always been thankful he didn't have a little monster in pink at home to contend with.

	His mom seemed especially pleased with his choice. An only child, Tim wondered if perhaps she always wanted a daughter along with him. His parents had told him before they couldn't have any more children when he was born, so he never gave it much thought until this recent and somewhat alarming development.

	Part of him was glad she would be happy. But he was also in a perfectly good sulk about the whole thing and didn't want to lose that attitude. But he did tone it down a bit so as not to upset them. They were patient, but had their limits.

	Two days after "SHE" arrived, Tim was quite ready to be an only child again. Her name was Ivy. People made a fuss over the four year-old with her big brown eyes and brown hair that held a little curl to it. That would have been tolerable to Tim, but the little twerp thought it was fun to have a big brother and followed him nearly everywhere (he drew the line at the bathroom, though). 

	His parents thought that it was adorable but it was driving him nuts. He would have liked to shout at her and drive her off but his dad had pulled him aside before Ivy arrived and told him that she had suffered some sort of abuse in the prior home she had lived for over a year. His father had been vague in telling what had happened and Tim figured she had been slapped around or something. He might not stand having her tagging along, but he never would have hit a little kid - that was just wrong.

	When he was in the basement, he selected the scariest video game he could find - one where he was hunting really gross-looking zombies in different locations. That graphics were fantastic - exploding brains and guts all over the place. It was just the sort of thing that would make a little girl run for Mommy, but Ivy just sat there smiling at him and even cheering when he made a bunch of good hits. 

	It was to the point where he looked forward to going to school to get away from his newly acquired but unwanted little shadow. But soon enough, she announced that she wanted to follow him to the bus stop. So now he had Ivy and his mother walking with him down the block. It was so humiliating.

	Some of the girls at the stop made a big deal out of Ivy, which might have been promising but they showed no more interest in Tim then they had before. He and his buddies were at the stage where they carefully catalogued any chest development of their female classmates and eyed their pants and dresses from time to time; trying to imagine what it would be like under the layers of clothing.

	Those imaginings took greater form at night when Tim was in bed with his penis in his hand. He had quickly figured out it was best to bring a washcloth with him to bed as well to catch his spurts so as not to mess up the sheets. In the morning, the evidence (from the previous night and again that morning) would be rinsed away in the bathroom sink. And of course there was nothing suspicious about a wet washcloth in the bathroom.

	Ivy sat up her in bed, holding a stuffed bear as she listened for anything in the quiet house. Her new Mommy and Daddy, who were both very nice, had gone to bed. She liked the house and her pretty room and the fact that her new father never did those scary things to her. He never brought his friends over to do those things either and to make movies. Some of those scary things also hurt and the men seemed to like that, too.

	But she was lonely when she woke up at night. There had been other girls she could snuggle with in their beds, sharing mutual comfort after the men had done things to all of them that left them messy and aching. In the glow of a Dora the Explorer nightlight, Ivy considered her options. 

	She could go to her parents' bedroom, but they might think she was a baby and send her back to the place where grumpy adults sat at desks and wrote on papers as they asked her endless questions. And if she went back there, they might send her back to the other place with the mean men. 

	But them there was her big brother, Tim. He was tough and very brave with those scary monsters in his game and he even rode a bicycle that had two wheels. And he was always trying to play a sort of hide and seek with her although he wasn't very good because she always found him when he snuck away from her.

	Slipping out of bed, she tucked her bear under the covers, whispering for it to be a good bear and go to sleep. In her pink Hello Kitty nightgown, she padded down the hall and crept into Tim's bedroom. There were rustling sounds in his bed and we she climbed onto it, her eyes widened. His hand was busy whipping up and down on the hardened penis he clenched while he breathed raggedly.

	Behind Tim's closed eyes, Mary Jo Benson had taken off her bra and was begging him to touch her tits. Although she usually wore loose clothing and did not try to show off her chest, Tim and his pals always ranked her in the top five for having the best rack of any girl in their grade. In this fantasy, she certainly was number one.

	But something shifted and Tim's eyelids flung open. There was someone else in his bed - his mattress had depressed under the weight. Panicked, he looked over to find Ivy staring - first at his hard-on and then at him. Damn it!

	Ivy knew what a hard penis meant. Tim didn't seem very happy to see her and her hopes of cuddling were dashed. But her previous experiences had taught her exactly what was expected of her and she crawled forward.

	Tim was afraid to say anything for fear of making the girl cry and wake his parents. He figured she might ask what he was doing but was stunned when she crawled over beside his waist, took his rapidly wilting cock in one small hand and lowered her mouth to the head. 

	The touch of Ivy's hand and her soft lips closing around him made him instantly hard again. Then he felt the wet tickle of her tongue on his glans. Slowly, she pushed her face down, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked his meat. Where the hell had she learned to do that?

	But Tim wasn't interested in asking questions. It took him another half minute to remember to breathe again. Speechless, he watched the four year-old calmly and quite skillfully give him a blow job. As her precocious little mouth slid up and down, his penis shined with her spit. Mary Jo Benson's twelve year-old breasts were forgotten as Tim was orally pleasured by his pre-school sister.

	While she sucked on his meat, Ivy thought Tim was even nicer than before. First, his penis was not very big compared to the men's she had taken before. And it wasn't smelly or foul-tasting from lack of bathing. Even better was that he wasn't mean to her - pushing her head down on it until she gagged or calling her all kinds of names and telling her this was all she was good for. When a drop of fluid appeared at the slit of his head, she knew it was a precursor of a different liquid.

	"Oh, man. I'm gonna cum!" Tim hissed. "Ivy, watch out, I'm gonna...ohhhh."

	Although she knew what was coming, Ivy thought it was very nice of Tim to warn her. Those other men never did. And they liked to make her choke on their stuff when they pumped it into her mouth. But Tim's ejaculation was smaller and she easily swallowed his barely pubescent load when strings of it erupted from his quivering dick. When he was done, she released his member and sat up straight.

	"All done," she announced in a sing-song tone.

	Tim's lower jaw worked a couple of times before he could manage some words.

	"Oh man, that was great. I mean...it was...really great...uh..."

	Pleased to receive some praise for a change, Ivy gave him a hopeful look, her brown eyes wide and pleading.

	"Can we cuddle now?"

	Tim was surprised and relieved. 

	"Uh, yeah. Sure," he replied as he grabbed his shorts and slipped them back into place.

	Ivy huddled next to him, warm and content beside her big brother and slipped off into happy dreams. While she slumbered, Tim stared at the ceiling, not quite sure he could believe what just happened.

	Tim looked forward to Ivy's nightly visits. A few times, he was already asleep when she tapped him on the chest. Not wanting to risk her talking about what they did, he simply let her suck him off; swallowing everything he had to offer. At the same time, he never told his friends about this nightly blowjobs when they talked about sex and bragged about the things they would do with a girl if they ever got the chance. 

	Still, his fascination with female anatomy carried over into what Ivy looked like naked. His mother bathed the girl and he thought it would be weird if he suddenly asked to do that chore.

	One night, he was awake with this shorts on when Ivy came to bed. Instead of letting her do her thing, he asked her a question.

	"Can I take off your nightgown to see what you look like?"

	"Okay," Ivy readily agreed.

	The men from before had never asked. They either pulled her clothes off or slapped her if she took too long taking them off herself. Tim was so nice to ask. He even helped her lift off her Cinderella nightgown so that she was only wearing the matching panties. 

	Both were silent as Tim stared at Ivy's soft little figure. She had no chest development, of course, and looked like he had at that age. Tim hadn't had any expectations but he was still a little disappointed and felt foolish for what. His eyes drifted lower to the pink swatch of cotton between her legs where a cartoon princess in a tiara smiled back at him.

	Ivy followed his eyes and looked down at her panties. Every time one of those men had taken off her panties, it got very scary. She remembered the first time it happened and her old foster father jabbed his finger in her hole. It had hurt really badly and she bled. After that, the men still put their fingers and other things in her hole and it often hurt. One of the other girls in her home told her to wet a finger and put it in there before they started so it wouldn't hurt as much. It helped, but the mean men were still very scary and nasty.

	Trusting Tim to be nice, she asked, "Do I take my panties off?"

	His heart pounding, Tim merely nodded. Once Ivy was completely nude, he gazed at the mysterious little wonder of the female body between her thighs. Hesitantly, he reached out while Ivy watched in silence. With one finger, Tim traced the puffy outline of the little girl's hairless snatch. The softness of the four year-old's vulva was incredible. Carefully, he parted the plump labia, catching a hint of pink inside before Ivy squirmed.

	"Can I put my finger in there?" Tim whispered.

	Nobody had ever asked Ivy for permission to do that before - they had just done it. But Tim hadn't wet his finger.

	To Tim's amazement, his little foster sister took his hand and pulled his finger in her mouth. She sucked it briefly, making Tim's cock twitch with the memories of those small lips and tongue working down there. Then she took his finger out and placed it against her smooth slit, staring at the boy as she waited for him to continue.

	Tim eased his finger into Ivy's twat, surprised by how warm she was. Twisting and wriggling, he explored the tiny tunnel. He had seen pictures of naked women, but the four year-old's bald little pussy and its gripping tunnel inside surpassed any fantasies he had mustered so far. As he continued to finger her, he noticed her getting wetter. He had read about that and was shocked to realize that Ivy was getting turned on.

	"Does this feel good?" he asked.

	Wide-eyed, Ivy nodded. One of the older girls in her last home had once showed her how to make herself feel pleasure in there. It had only happened once before she was taken away and now Ivy was delighted to learn her big brother could do this for her, too.

	At last, Tim withdrew, gazing at his soaked finger in wonder. Despite her arousal, Ivy was getting sleepy now that his digit was gone from her and wanted to cuddle. But first things first.

	"Can I suck now?" she asked.

	Tim pushed his shorts down and let the naked tot take him in her mouth until he came quite hard. Ivy swallowed it all and let her brother get her dressed again before she snuggled against him for a well-deserved rest.

	Ivy came to look forward to her nightly visits as much as Tim did. Their routine fell into a comfortable pattern with Tim making her pussy wet before Ivy sucked him off. 

	Until one night when Tim wanted to try one more thing.

	He had just extracted his finger from her sopping twat and had pulled his shorts off. Ivy was leaning over to put her mouth on his erection when he stopped her.

	"Could we try...uh...can I put my dick in your...your pussy?" he asked.

	Ivy sat up and blinked. She had seen those men do it with older girls. The last time had been with a six year-old - the smallest girl they had done that to. The girl hadn't liked it at all but those men were very mean anyway. And Tim's penis was nowhere as large as the men's. 

	"Don't hurt me?" she asked.

	"Oh no, I won't. I mean, if it does hurt, I'll stop."

	Ivy leaned back and spread her legs, glad that a nice boy like Tim was going to do this to her. Tim got on top and, after some fumbling, managed to get his prick into position, his glans partially sunk into the tyke's bald mound. He pushed forward, feeling and hearing the liquids burbling from her miniature snatch. 

	Her passage was slick, allowing him access to her. But she was so hot and tight around him that he came on the first push inward. As she felt the warm burst inside her, Ivy wriggled a bit.

	Hearing the blood pounding in his ears, Tim was still, disappointed that it was over so quickly but mesmerized by the feel of the little girl's snatch around his member. He was reluctant to pull out and it wasn't long before he was fully hard again.

	"Can I do it again?" he asked.

	"Uh huh," Ivy replied, wondering why he had squirted so quickly the first time.

	Having cum once, the boy had better control as he stroked his cock in and out of the four year-old's snug little cuntlet. The tiny sleeve inside her sex was hot and slippery and the rubbing between the boy and girl made them both feverish where they were joined. The sounds of heavy breathing and the liquidy noises of coupling flesh surrounded them. With a grunt, Tim came again, pouring more pubescent seed into the preschooler's willing body.

	It took longer to clean with the washcloth this time, but Tim didn't mind at all. But the washcloth was too messy to keep in bed and he brought it to the bathroom to rinse it out. When he returned, Ivy was fast sleep in her yellow Tweety Bird pajamas, looking like the perfect picture of innocence.

	Tim's mother was a little flustered when he returned from school that day. She worked part time from home but was urgently needed at the office for a couple of hours.

	"It's been a hectic day and I didn't even get to take Ivy to the playground," she said as she hurriedly packed her laptop bag. "Tim, I really need you to watch Ivy. You can play your video games or whatever, but I need you to stay in the house with her."

	"What if I take her to the playground?" he asked. "It's only a few blocks away."

	His mother paused, surprised.

	"You know that means really keeping an eye on her there. No iPad or any handheld games. You need to watch her."

	"It's okay, Mom," he said with a slightly embarrassed grin over her fuss. "I can do that."

	Tim's mother hugged the boy, although she knew it made him feel awkward. But she was his mother and that was her right. She thanked him and then heard Ivy yip happily a minute later when Tim told her he was taking her to the playground. As they left, she smiled to herself. Tim certainly had made the adjustment to being a big brother.	



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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