[Fiction] Home (Almost) Alone

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For those of you who are having withdrawal symptoms from The Dolls’ House and can’t wait for its return, here are the first 2 parts of a shorter story to fill in the gap.

Don’t say I don’t give you anything!

Link to The Dolls' House: http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=178624

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CHAPTER 1

“If there’s any problems,” Gemma’s mother said, “The phone number’s stuck to the fridge.”

“Yes, mum,” Gemma said, as she stood on the doorstep.

Her father drove the car round from the garage and pulled up on the driveway.

“We’ll be back about eleven,” her mother said, as she walked to the car. “ Make sure Tiffany and Jessica are in bed by nine at the latest.”

“Yes, mum,” Gemma said. She waved as her mother climbed into the car and they pulled out of the driveway onto the road.

Gemma continued waving until the car was out of sight, even though she knew her parents couldn’t see her, and then she went back inside and closed the door.

Eleven o clock, she thought, say they’ll be back about ten thirty to be on the safe side. She looked at the time. It was six-thirty. There were four hours to pass; what could she do?

At fourteen, she was being trusted to look after her ten-year-old and eight-year-old sisters while her parents went out for the evening.

She went back into the lounge where her sisters were watching a DVD. “Is everything okay?” she asked them.

The youngsters just nodded without taking their eyes off the cartoon movie they were watching.

Gemma looked round the room to see that there was nothing that could harm her sisters and then said, “I’m just going to make a phone call and then I’ll be back. If you need anything, call me, I’ll just be in my room.”

The two youngsters nodded.

“And you have to get your pyjamas on in about an hour, okay?”

The two youngsters nodded without looking up.

Gemma smiled. They’d be okay for about half an hour. She went upstairs to her room and dialled a number on her mobile phone.

It was answered within about five seconds.

“Hiya,” she said, “It’s me, Gem. How are you?”

“I’m fine,” the male voice on the other end said. “You?”

“Yeah,” Gemma said. “I’m looking after Tiff and Jess but they’re going to bed at half seven.”

”What do you fancy doing then?” he asked.

“I was wondering if you fancied coming round later.”

“Sure. What time?”

Half seven,” Gemma said. “We’ll have till about ten-fifteen.”

“Great. I’ll be there.”

“Don’t knock the door or ring the bell,” Gemma warned him. “Text me when you get here, I’ll let you in.”

Gemma chatted to him for about another twenty minutes before she finally decided to call it a day. She made a kissing sound. “You hang up first,” she said.

He hung up. She was expecting several bouts of “No, you hang up first,” before it happened but he just hung up.

Gemma took her phone downstairs to the lounge. The movie was just finishing and her sisters were singing along to the theme song.

Gemma made the youngsters a drink and waited until they’d finished it.

“Come on then,” she said, “Let’s get you two ready for bed now.”

“But it’s not half seven yet,” Tiffany complained.

Gemma looked at the time on her phone. “It’s close enough,” she said. It was just after seven o clock. She added, “You can keep the light on when you’re in bed and read for a bit or something if you like.”

“Can we play a game?” Jessica asked.

“Yes, if you like,” Gemma said, “Until nine o clock and then it’s lights out. Just don’t make too much noise.”

She took her two younger sisters upstairs to their room where they had bunk beds. “You don’t have to do your teeth yet,” Gemma said, “Just get your pyjamas on, and get into bed.”

Tiffany and Jessica undressed and put their pyjamas on. Jessica, being the youngest at eight, slept in the lower bunk. Ten-year-old Tiffany climbed up the metal ladder to the top bunk. From their beds, they had access to shelves which contained books and games.

They’ll be okay here, Gemma decided. She made sure they were happy and then she left the room but kept the door partly open so she could hear if they called her.

Gemma went into her own bedroom to change. She didn’t have time for a shower so she just changed out of her jeans and top and put on a button-down summer dress. Afterwards she gave herself a few squirts with her deodorant spray and viewed herself in the full-length mirror on her wardrobe door.

Before going downstairs again, she looked in on her sisters once more. “Everything still okay?”

“Yes,” Tiffany said.

“Call me if you need anything,” Gemma said, closing the door. As an afterthought, she opened the door again. “Don’t come downstairs,” she said.

“Why?” Jessica wanted to know.

“Just don’t,” Gemma said, “I have... homework to do before mom and dad get back.”

“Okay,” Tiffany and Jessica said in unison.

Gemma closed the bedroom door and went downstairs again to make a cup of coffee before putting the DVD away and turning on the TV. She glanced at the time again. It was seven twenty-five. She felt nervous and butterflies were hatching out of pupae in her stomach.

As soon as she sat down on the sofa, her phone beeped. A text message.

She looked at it.

“I’m outside now,” it read, “It’s freezing. Let me in.” A smiley face and three x’s were added at the end.

Gemma bit her lower lip. Too late to back out now, she thought. She stood up and went out to the front door. She opened the door to greet her visitor.


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CHAPTER 2

James stepped into the hallway. He wore a shirt and jeans. “Hi.” He gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Hiya,” Gemma whispered. “Be quiet. Tiff and Jess are upstairs.” She closed the front door as quietly as she could and pointed to the lounge door.

James tiptoed into the lounge, exaggerating his movements to make a point.

She’d been seeing him for about three months and so far they hadn’t done any more than kiss. She wondered if that would still be the case when he left her house at ten-fifteen. Most of her hoped nothing would happen because she felt unready for more than kissing just yet.

James, however, was four years older than she was and he had been pressing her to go further. So far, she had resisted his demands.

She’d met him online and they’d chatted by email and text for a few weeks before she had even heard his voice. It transpired that he attended the sixth-form college near to her school and they’d eventually arranged to meet at a local cafe.

She liked him straight away and she’d met up with him a few more times after school and at weekends but she had never wanted to commit to him. It was a big step.

“Would you like a drink?” she asked him.

“What have you got?” he asked her.

“Just tea or coffee, I’m afraid.” She gestured at her own coffee. “No alcohol.”

“No, then,” James said, as he sat on the sofa. “Come and sit next to me.”

Gemma sat beside him and he put his arm round her and pulled her close to him. He kissed her on the mouth. She allowed it for a few moments and then pulled away.

“I have to listen for Tiff and Jess,” she said as she took a few sips of her coffee.

“No problem,” James said. “Turn off the TV. You can hear better then.”

Gemma found the remote and turned off the TV.

“Have you got any good DVDs?” James asked, glancing over at the DVD cabinet. “You know, with sex scenes in them?”

“We’ve got ‘American Werewolf In London’, I think,” Gemma said. She recalled the scene where Jenny Agutter is in bed with the American actor and they have sex. “You don’t see too much though.”

James put his hand on her thigh. “Maybe I can see a bit more here...” He moved his hand further up her thigh.

“Don’t,” Gemma said, hoarsely, “Not yet.”

James removed his hand. “You know I want to, don’t you?” he said, calmly.

Gemma nodded. “I know,” she said, “It’s just that I’m still a...” she didn’t want to say the word.

“A virgin?” James guessed.

Gemma nodded again. She swallowed.

“We can take it slowly, if you want,” he said as he put his arm round her. “How was school?”

Great, Gemma thought, a change of subject. “Same as usual,” she said, “Boring.”

“Sit on my lap,” James said, tapping his thigh.

Gemma climbed up onto his lap, as ordered. She wriggled about slightly to get comfortable but she felt something pressing against her. She rubbed her buttocks against it.

“Don’t fidget so much,” Mark said, “I almost came then.”

“Sorry,” Gemma said, sitting still on his lap.

“It’s okay,” Mark said. He bent down to kiss her neck and bare shoulders and then put a hand on her thigh.

Against her better judgement, Gemma didn’t object.

“What did you have today?” he asked, seeming genuinely interested.

“History and Geography this morning and PE this afternoon,” she replied.

“PE?” James said, “That sounds interesting. All those teenage girls running round in their short gym skirts and...”

“Stop it.” Gemma gave him a playful slap.

“Showers after?” he asked her.

“Of course,” she replied.

“You didn’t take any pics by any chance?”

“Will you stop it,” Gemma giggled. “Is that all you think about?”

“No,” James said, “I think about other things as well.”

“How was your day?” she asked him.

“Boring,” he replied. “We had mostly study periods.”

“Studying what?” She looked up into his eyes.

“Not a lot,” he said, “Just messing about really.”

“What do you want to do when you leave the college?” The conversation was finally getting away from sex.

“University, maybe,” he said, “If not, maybe get a job.”

“What as?”

“A gigolo?” He poked her in the stomach and started to tickle her.

Gemma fell back off his lap and onto the sofa, wriggling about as he continued to tickle her. “Stop,” she laughed uncontrollably. “Stop it...”

“Make me,” he said as he pushed her further back onto the sofa, causing her dress to ride up her thigh. He suddenly stopped and kissed her.

Despite herself, Gemma responded.

James put his hand up her dress. “I really want you now,” he said.

Gemma caught his eye. “What do you mean?”

James straightened himself up and sat up straight. “I’m hard,” he said.

Gemma shook her head. “I’m not ready.”

James unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. “Put your hand on it.”

Gemma had never touched a boy’s penis before. She’d never even seen a picture of one. “Can I?” she asked him.

“I said you could, didn’t I?”

Gemma reached across and put her hand on his boxers. She felt the bulge inside.

“Hang on,” James said. He lifted himself up and pulled his jeans and boxers down over his thighs. His erection sprung up as it was freed from its constraints.

Gemma swallowed as she saw it. The first one she’d ever seen.

“Touch it,” James said.

Gemma shook her head. She looked the monster up and down. It was rough and knobbly and there was a big blue vein running along the length of it. It was topped off by a large purple bell-shaped section and this had a small slit at the end.

She saw a bit of fluid dribbling from the slit but wasn’t sure what it was. “Do you need the toilet?” she asked him.

James smiled. “No,” he said, “That’s just pre-cum dribbling out.”

Gemma had no idea what pre-cum was. She didn’t ask because she didn’t want to sound any more stupid than she already did. Fancy asking him if he wanted the toilet, she thought.

“Go down,” James said.

“Down?” Gemma wasn’t sure what he meant.

“Go down on me,” James clarified, “Suck it.”

“I can’t,” Gemma said.

“Why not?” James asked.

“I... I...” she wasn’t sure what to say.

James put his hand behind her head, caressed her blonde hair between his fingers and then pushed her head down towards his crotch. “It’ll be okay, babe,” he said, “Trust me.”

He let go of her head. “You do trust me, don’t you?”

Gemma raised her head, looked up at him and nodded.

“Go on then,” he said, “If you don’t like it, you can stop.”

Gemma lowered her head again.


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CHAPTER 3


“Gemma!” It was Tiffany’s voice.

Gemma quickly raised her head from James’s cock before she’d even put her lips round it.

“What the f...?” was all James could say.

There was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, getting louder.

“It’s Tiff,” Gemma said. “Hide.”

“Where?” James looked round the room. There was nowhere to hide. The sofa was facing the lounge door so he stood up, with his erection still standing proud, and went behind the sofa.

“Stay there and be quiet,” Gemma whispered to him, “I’ll tell you when to come out.”

The lounge door opened and Tiffany walked in, still in her pyjamas and rubbing her eyes.

“What is it?” Gemma said, “I told you not to come down here.”

“I called you,” Tiffany said with a yawn, “But you didn’t come.”

There was the faintest sound of a giggle from behind the sofa which Gemma heard but Tiffany didn’t.

“I was busy.” Gemma heard that giggle again. Shut the fuck up, James, she thought to herself.

Tiffany went over to the sofa and plonked herself down on it. “I’m thirsty,” she said.

Gemma sighed. “Stay there and I’ll get you some orange juice.” She went out to the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice and quickly returned to the lounge.

Tiffany was holding up a pair of boxers. “Who’s is this?” she asked.

“Mine,” Gemma said. “Put them down.”

Tiffany dropped the boxers on the sofa and took the orange juice from Gemma.

“Drink that up and then get back to bed,” Gemma said, “It’s getting late.”

“It’s only...” Tiffany looked up at the wall clock, “not nine o clock yet.”

“You have to be in bed by nine,” Gemma said, “Mom said.”

Tiffany yawned again.

“Look,” Gemma said, “You’re tired. Drink up and get off to bed so I can finish my... homework.”

A faint giggle from behind the sofa.

“What was that?” Tiffany said.

“Nothing,” Gemma said. She took the half-empty glass from Tiffany. “Now go up to bed before Jess wakes up.”

Tiffany got up from the sofa and tottered towards the door.

Gemma put the glass down and took Tiffany’s hand. She led her sister back up to bed, made sure she was safely tucked in and then went back down to the lounge.

James was sitting on the sofa.

“You idiot,” Gemma said. “She almost heard you.”

“I couldn’t wait,” James said, holding up his flaccid cock.

“You didn’t...” Gemma went behind the sofa, “Make a mess on the carpet did you?”

“No,” James said, “Although with that pattern, nobody’d notice it.” He giggled again.

Gemma came out from the back of the sofa.

“So what did you do?”

“I caught it in my hand and...”

“I don’t want to know,” Gemma interjected.

“Sit down here,” James said, tapping the sofa, “And finish your homework.”

Gemma nodded at James’ cock in its flaccid state. “Looks like it’s too late for that now,” she said, “You want a cup of tea or coffee?”

“I’ll have this.” James picked up the half a glass of orange juice and finished it off. “Who was that?” he asked.

“Tiffany,” Gemma said.

“She’s not a bad looker,” James laughed.

“Don’t even think about it,” Gemma said, “She’s ten.”

“Only joking,” James said, “Come and sit on my lap and get me hard again.”

“I’m not in the mood now,” Gemma said, “And judging by that...” she pointed to the soft cock, “Neither are you.”

“So what are we going to do?” James asked.

“Do you want to watch a DVD?” Gemma asked him. “You have to be gone by ten thirty though.”

“Well,” James said, “You’d better get me hard then because I’m not going until we’ve done something together.”

Gemma walked up to James, knelt in front of him and started to stroke his cock. “If I can get it hard again,” she said, “I’ll do that thing you wanted.”

“I’ve changed my mind,” James said as he started to unbutton Gemma’s dress. “Let me see you for a change.”

Gemma let go of James’s cock and stood up. She allowed him to unbutton the front of her dress and open it up. She was wearing a matching white bra and panties.

“Beautiful,” James said. His cock was starting to burst into life again.

Gemma glanced down as his cock twitched a bit and started to enlarge.

“Take it off,” James said.

Gemma looked up at the clock and, realising she wouldn’t get rid of him otherwise, she slipped off the dress.

“Now the bra,” James said.

Gemma reached behind to unclip the bra and she dropped the straps over her shoulder. As if having second thoughts, she held the loose bra against her breasts for a few moments and then let go of it, exposing her small but pert breasts.

James reached up to fondle the breasts, one at a time, and then he put his hand on her pubic region, touching her through the panties.

Gemma sighed and then bit the bullet. She gripped the waistband of her panties and was about to peel them down when James stopped her.

“No,” he said, “Don’t.”

“What do you mean?” Gemma asked, hoping that she wouldn’t have to take them off.

“Let me do it for you,” James said.

Gemma bit her lip. She knew it was too good to be true.

James took hold of her panties and slowly pulled them down, revealing her pubic area a bit at a time.

Gemma shivered. It wasn’t cold; it was nervousness... or was it excitement?


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