Lost Summer Child (Closed for triskelios369)

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(All characters are 18 and over)

Sara is the adopted daughter of Rose and Paul. At a very young age she had been abandoned in the woods and by a miracle she was able to survive till she was 16, when she was found. Due to being in the woods and alone for so long, Sara lacked a lot in modern society.

"Mama?..." Sara called to Rose in the dark. In her arms she held a pretty vintage looking bear in her arms and wore a simple night dress. Rose, Mama, opened one eye. The light from the hall, though dim, blinded her a little. She never thought she would get to experience things like this. Paul and her tried for so long, but children hadn't seemed to be in the cards. Then Paul came home with a young girl, who seemed more like a frightened animal at the time. Sara came a long way from that first night, but she still had a long ways to go with education.

"Bad dream?" Rose yawned and Sara nodded. A storm was brewing outside but the thunder wasn't nearly loud enough to have woken Sara. Rose suspected that Sara hadn't actually slept, she always had a tough time sleeping at night. Rose shifted in bed and lifted the blanket, allowing the young woman to climb in and cuddle with her. Tiredly, Rose smiled and lightly kissed Sara's head before falling back to sleep.

Of all the things her husband brought back from his trips, Sara was by far her favorite.

The woman-child had shoulder length blonde hair, which had been such a surprise to find under the years of mud and dirt when she got her first bath in a long time. Her eyes were a pale green. The pretty blond came in a small package, but there was no denying that she was female, her wide hips and full chest made it very clear.

The next morning, Rose woke with Sara no where to be found. She got up, made the bed and found her bathrobe and slipped it on. Wha time was it? It was Saturday, they usually slept in late on Saturdays. Rose pulled her firy red hair up into a messy bun and headed down stairs. She could hear the TV on, and she smiled. Though fully grown, Sara was very much a child. She knew that if Sara was eventually going to be a functioning adult, letting her have a few years of being a child was important, but maybe Rose just wanted a few more years with her like this.

Sara was intelligent, she picked up things very quickly and soon the grunting and screaming turned to words, though she didn't talk much she understood those around her perfectly. Honestly, Rose was a little scared of how fast she was learning. The more she learned the more independent she became.

When she got down stairs, there Sara was, perched right in front of the TV.

"Couch." Rose spoke and Sara hugged but quietly got up and sat on the couch. Rose patted her head and went to the kitchen to start on breakfast.

 

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Paul awoke to the smell of brewing coffee. He opened his eyes, stretching his limbs. He sat up and got out of bed. He walked to the bathroom and relieved himself. He donned his robe and started downstairs.

When got down the stairs he heard the television playing Saturday morning cartoons. Ah, he thought, Sara's awake. He smiled. He went into the lives my room and found Sara sitting in the couch. She was sitting upright with her knees drawn to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. He's amazed at how far Sara's gone from being the feral child to this wonderfully bright young woman, but those elements of her youth had not left her, such as the way she sat when she watched television. She was probably on the floor until Rose told her to sit in the couch, he thought. He smiled once more and went into the kitchen. Rose turned to her husband of 15 years and handed him a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, babe," he said. Rose kissed him on the cheek. "And good morning to you, too," she replied.

"How was Sara this morning? I know she crept into our room late last night. We talked about this. She's too old for that kind of behavior."

Rose nodded in agreement. "I know, Paul," she said, and sipped her coffee. "But the storm probably gave her a fright. You know how she is with storms."

It was Paul's turn to nod. He remembered how Sara had reacted to the first storm her at their home.

"Well, I suppose I should say hi to the young lady," Paul said. And he walked off to the living room.

 

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Sara's eyes were glued to the television. She could smell food in the kitchen being made. After years of being told to stay out while Mama was cooking, she learned not to go in unless she was told to. So she sat on the couch, hugging that old bear that use to belong to Rose when she was a girl. Her stomach growled but she waited to be told breakfast was ready.

Sara was still wearing her pajamas from the night before. They were actually a bit snug for her now. The shirt pulled tightly over her chest and the bottom seemed to accentuate the roundness of her buttocks. Her hair had not been brushed yet. It was a little chilly in the morning due to the season. Sara's nipples were starting to bud because of it. It felt weird when that happened and she squirmed a little, rubbing her bear against her chest and not really understanding why it felt good to rub over her nipples when they were like this.

Her attention was quickly broken from the TV when she noticed Paul entered the room. She smiled up at him. "Morning Papa!" She hoped that he would sit down so she could crawl in his lap and they could watch television together. Recently Sara had started to get a bit more clingy with Paul, which didn't raise any questions with Rose. Most girls were Daddy's little girls anyway.

 

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"Good morning, baby girl," said Paul, waking I've to the sofa where Sara sat. He noted Sara's pajamas snugness, somewhat inappropriate considering her age. A part of him felt proud of how beautiful she's turning out to be, how well put-together she is. But a part of him, a dark secret part, twinges at his own awareness of how her clothing is starting to press upon her body, accentuating parts of her that is basically woman. He noted her breasts were filling up her top. Got to talk to Rose about getting Sara used to bras, he thought. Her nipples were erect, poking up through her shirt. Goddamit, he thought, as he felt a twinge in his groin. Her bottoms were even more snug, hugging the shapely curves of her buttocks, taut and full. He tried to master himself as he sat next to her and pecked her on the cheek.

 

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Sara beamed when Papa gave her a kiss. Once he settled down she proceeded to climb in his lap. Her bottom pressed right against his crotch. Her legs rested between his as she pressed her back against his chest. Sara was so engrossed with the show she didn't notice the arousal she was causing her adopted father. She shifted some in his lap, trying to get more comfortable, however this just made her round bottom press and rub against him more.

Softly she hummed with the show that was playing. She hugged her bear more against herself as the excitement in the program rose. It wasn't long until she was basically bouncing with energy.

"Ok you two!" Rose called from the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready." Rose had placed pancakes, bacon, eggs, coffee and OJ out. Sara was able to handle her own fork, something she insisted early on when her independence was growing. Rose was thinking more about what Paul said earlier about sleeping in the bed with them. She was getting too old for that, and she was fully capable of learning... maybe they should start being more diligent with home schooling. Sara could read a few words but she wasn't quiet at the level young women her age should be. They weren't going to be around forever and Sara would need to learn how to properly take care of herself.

Sara had released her father from being trapped between the couch and her lush young body that seemed to possibly still be growing. Her bare feet padded against the hardwood floors as she entered the kitchen and sat down in her usual chair. Rose filled her plate then Paul's, followed by her own. Sara started to pick up her fork before Rose corrected her.

"Sara, you know we say grace first," Sara pouted and placed the fork down and waited until the morning prayer was over.

 

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Paul breathed a sigh of relief when Sara got up to get breakfast. He was ashamed to say- and it wasn't the first- that having his adopted daughter's mostly mature body against him. Her warm ass cradled his hardening member like a glove, warm and inviting. Her natural scent wafted in his nostrils, accentuating the desire that welled within him. He did all he can to not move, but Sara unknowingly rocked her body against his, stoking his fire with a slow sensual heat. When Rose called them to breakfast, Sara shot up like a rocket, and the sudden emptiness upon his loins brought Paul back to his senses. He awaited a few minutes before getting up, allowing his turgidity to settle. He walked in just as Rose corrected Sara about saying grace before eating. Paul took his seat and tried hard to look nonchalant.

 

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After grace, Sara happily dove into her food. Rose did have to tell her to slow down. Sara smiled at her parents, still unaware of the effects she had on Paul. It was probably best she hadn't noticed. Her curious nature would have gotten them in trouble.

After breakfast Rose told Sara to get dressed. Since they lived a little ways out from town they grew most of their own vegetables and today Rose was going to need help in the garden. Sara dressed in a tight powder blue tank top (still no bra) and a pair of jean shorts. Rose noticed how small they seemed, Sara looked like one of those girls you might see at the playboy mansion. Rose reasoned that since they were at home it was fine, but Sara was going to need new clothes.

The two ladies worked outside. They weeded, watered, and picked ripe vegetables by the end of it, Sara was a filthy mess, as most children are.

"You're not going into the house like that and getting dirt everywhere." Rose declared. She popped her head inside and asked Paul to bring out some towels. Then Rose took Sara to the side of the house and found the hose. Sara cried out from how cold the water felt as her mother attempted to spray off all the caked on dirt and mud.

The cold water not only soaked her clothes but made her top transparent. Her dark colored nipples became erect. Soon she was dripping from head to toe.

 

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Paul cleaned the table and kitchen while Rose and Sara when to the garden. He did not mind; at least this will get his mind off Sara and the way she made him feel. This had been going on for a few months now. There were times when he had gotten so aroused that he had taken Rose in bed while thinking depraved thoughts about their adoptive daughter. He always felt guilty after and he always promised to control himself better but that girl made it so hard for him.

Like right now. He stared out the window, a plate in one hand and a sponge in the other, staring at Sara. Her shirt had gotten wet and her breasts are now highly definined, her nipples dark and erect. His mouth watered and his hardness sprung on him. It was warm against his belly, trapped by his clothing. His urge to pull it out and tug on it was strong. The plate in his hand slipped and broke as it fell in the he sink, breaking his entrancement. He leaned against the lip of the sink, willing himself, his libido to subside. After a time it did.

He picked up the broken pieces of plate and threw them away. He finished washing and drying the rest of the dishes and went into the living room. He grabbed a random book off the shelf, sat in a chair and started to read.

 

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Rose wasn't sure what was keeping her handband with the towels she asked him to get. She walked in. He was standing in the kitchen before she started to spray off Sara. She huffed. If she needed something done, she was going to have to do it herself. She went to the laundry room and collected two before going back outside. What she saw next was a shock.

"Sara, what are you doing?!"

"I didn't like how they were stuck on me..." Sara pouted. While Rose went inside, the simple girl had stripped off her wet clothing.

"You can't go around naked outside like you are Eve in the garden of Eden. Come here." Serves Rose right for leaving the girl alone. She wrapped Sara in a towel, covering her naked form. "Let's find you something to wear."

The two women walked inside and Rose shooed Sara into her room. They found a sundress that was lacy and pink. Rose took the chance to brush and braid Sara's hair. Once she was dressed, Rose went to go shower and change as well.

Meanwhile, Sara went to find her father sitting by himself. "Hi, Papa." She beamed happily at him. "Will you read to me?" She asked, pointing to the book in his hand, not knowing what it was about.

 

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Paul smiled at Sara. After successfully banishing illicit thoughts here she is again. Her sundress, while decent, was a little on the short side, falling mid-thigh. Her legs were long and lean, coltish. Quite unbidden- yet wanted- an image of her legs wrapped around him flashed within his mind and his arousal warmed once more. The braid Rose did was laid across her left shoulder. Paul was helpless when the vision of his adopted daughter, on her knees, the hem of her sundress tossed over her back as he plowed her from behind rushed into his thought. He could almost feel her braided hair wrapped around one fist as he yanked back, forcing her back to arch. He imagined her gasp at this and the picture was complete. His arousal flared like a low fire doused with gasoline and his manhood swelled. He abruptly set the thick book on his lap to cover this indecency.

With a nervous smile, he said,"Sorry, sweetie. But this book is just a bit beyond your years." Before Sara could show any disappointment, he added, "I'll tell you what: get me a book you like, and I'll read it to you."

 

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Sara beamed when he said she could pick a story. She sprang up and ran back into her room. There was a book on her nightstand, it wasn't a picture book, it was thick and old looking. A bookmark was stuffed in between the pages, it looked like it was a few chapters into the story. It was a book Rose started reading to her. At first she didn't like that there were no pictures but her complaints faded as every night Rose got further into the book and Sara imagined the characters in her head.

As soon as she was back she climbed right into her fathers lap and held up the book. Her back leaned against his chest as she waited for him to take the book. She was close enough that he could smell her scent and she could smell his. There was something very comforting about how her father smelled. She shift until she was turned enough that she could rest her head on his shoulder and waited for him to start reading.

 

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After Sara settled herself upon him, Paul began to read. While his voice remained steady through the reading, the unsettling thoughts flitted through his mind like leaves in a breeze. He was only too conscious of Sara's presence, her warmth pressed against him in a comfortable pressure. While his manhood remained still, it was only through intense self-control that he managed to remain physically detached from the essence his adopted daughter exuded.

How had it come to this? He asked himself as he heard his voice tell the tale of a bunch of rabbits who were not aware they were trapped in paradise. When did it start?

How did it start?

He knew that his awareness of Sara's blossoming sexuality happened almost six moths ago. He still, to this day, thought about that moment when they had lain in the couch one cold evening. He could still feel her body pressed against him, remembered with guilty embarrassment how his cock stirred and then hardened, pressing against Sara. He does not know Sara had even been aware of this change within him, but he has tried since then to keep his distance from Sara. Of course, Rose had walked in on him and he was certain she saw his guilt tattooed on his face, saw the way he hurriedly tried to disengage from his position. He had never talked to Rose about this, and he's afraid of what she would say.

He continued to read from the book. As he did, his attention went more and more towards the tale rather than on Sara.

 

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Sara quietly listened, she snuggled close to her father as she listened to him read to her. She closed her eyes and imagined the rabbits as they tried to plan their escape, not realizing that where they were, they were safe.

Meanwhile, Rose was actually watching the two. She didn't pick up any hint of devious desire from either. It just looked like a father reading to his daughter, a daughter that was obviously lacking in education. She wasn't stupid, but Rose felt guilty that she had been selfish in wanting to keep Sara from developing to her full potential. She just wanted her to stay a child for a bit longer.

After that day, Rose decided that she would work Sara harder to becoming an intelligent young woman that was appropriate for her age. Of course it wouldn't happen in a single night. Months passed and it took a while but Sara was finally speaking properly. She was still quite behind in her studies but she was starting to go down the right track. Rose had suggested getting Sara a tutor and maybe taking her to a school that might assist her better. Sara didn't really have any friends, she had been so sheltered. It was another thing Rose felt guilty about.

After a bit of convincing, Sara started attending a special school that would help meet her needs. With this change, Rose had more free time and was able to pursue hobbies that she wasn't able to do before and even look into going back to work. This change also forced Sara to be a bit more independent, which was something she struggled with. Like with public transportation.

Rose would normally pick Sara up, but today was an exception. Rose got stuck at work and Sara would have to take the bus home.... the problem was that the bus schedule was so confusing! She got on a bus but it was the wrong one... so she got on another one, and that still wasn't right. Eventually Sara gave up. It had gotten so late, the sun was setting now. Thankfully Rose made sure that Sara learned the numbers to call her parents. She called the first one she could remember, which was Papa's.

"Papa... I'm lost. I took the wrong bus and I don't have anymore money to get home." And just when she thought things couldn't get worse... it started to rain.

(Hope you don't mind the change and the fast forwarding)