Her Special Friend.

Trigger Warning:  Age *Play* (or something else disturbing enough to be warned against).

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She removes her slippers before she cracks the door open. She holds her breath and listens for any indication that she has been heard. When she is sure all is still calm, she picks up her bear and quietly leaves the room. 

She calls him *Bear*; she named him when she was too young to know that she'd grow up to realize how ridiculous that name was. When she had gotten him she was so overwhelmed by his soft, brown fur and huge arms that joined together at the end that naming him seemed like a mere formality that she needed to get over as fast as possible. Yet she couldn't change that name now so she let it remain. Besides she'd grown accustomed to calling him that and he (she believed) would be extremely reluctant to have his name changed.

She walks across the hall slowly; taking each step with the lightest foot possible. She's holding his hand and he's dragging slightly behind her. He comes up to her waist when she is standing; he used to be able to reach a lot higher.

As she gets closer to her destination she begins to gulp and grow painfully aware of her movements. She slows down even further but her steps grow more purposeful.
When she gets to her parent's bedroom she gently sets Bear down on the ground and gets on her knees. She takes a deep breath before moving the curtain that covers the narrow glass pane next to the door. She cracks it open just a little; just enough for one eye to look into the forbidden wonders of that room.

The room is more brightly lit than the rest of the house so it takes a few seconds for her eyes too focus. Her eye darts from the lounge chairs on one end of the room to the bed on the other side. She almost looks away when she sees what she has come to see but the fugue state that brought her here reigns supreme and once she starts looking, she cannot stop.
Daddy is lying on his back and his hands are holding mommy's breasts. She looks down at her own and marvels at how different they are. Mommy is sitting on top of daddy and grinding against him in a manner that she has seen before. Her hands are gripping his ankles and she's shaking her pelvis in ways that don't seem conceivable to her. But she understands what mommy is feeling, she's felt the same thing before.

She inhales sharply as she watches daddy grab mommy's hair and pull her close to his face. She immediately lets go of the curtain and freezes in her place but in a few seconds it becomes apparent to her that no one heard her. It's odd how loud we seem to ourselves when we make conscious effort to be quiet. 

When she moves the curtain again mommy's fingers are rubbing the little piece of flesh on top of her pussy. She'd learnt how to do that from watching mommy. Daddy pulls her face down to his and kisses her.
"Look Bear," she whispers to her friend, "Look at what they are doing." That's why she brought him along this time; he needed to see for himself so he could learn too. She props him up against the glass pane as she squeezes her legs shut. She can't take much more of this before she returns go her room.

As she watches mommy sink down onto daddy's chest she knows she must hurry back. She can't wait to be the same space as mommy.
"Come Bear," she whispers, "Let's go to our room."

She hurries back as silently as she can muster. Her feet pattering on the ground because of the toenails she now let's grow longer. She enters her room and closes the door. She stands by it waiting, nothing else seems to move, she locks the door. She's been able to reach the lock for a while now.

She sets Bear down on the bed and stands in front of him. All thought slowly vanishes as she stops questioning what she is about to do in the light of the throb she feels in the little piece of flesh that mommy was rubbing earlier. 

She removes the plain white nightshirt that she was wearing and sets it down on the bed. She pushes her black curls off her face and crawls onto the bed.
She climbs on top of bear and kisses him. She can feel his woolen lips move as he kisses her back. She positions herself upright against his lap and starts to grind. Slowly at first and then with more and more abandon as she feels the familiar hot wetness emerge in copious amounts between her legs. She puts his arms around her and joins them together. She looks into his glass eyes and moves her hand towards the piece of flesh that has been begging for her attention for so long. She grinds harder and harder as she gets closer to the explosion that she can't quite explain but cannot stop desiring. In a few seconds she gets to the searing white hot realm of pleasure she's been building to all evening. She puts her head down on Bear's chest. 

"I love you Bear," she whispers to him before springing off the bed to unlock the door and dress herself.

In the morning, she's wrapped around Bear when mommy wakes her up. She brushes her teeth and carries him out of her bedroom to the kitchen downstairs.
Mommy is making breakfast for daddy. "Someday," she tells herself, "I will cook for Bear too.'
She sets Bear down on the chair next to her and brings a cup of milk close to his mouth.
Mommy sets a few plates down at the table and sits down next to daddy. She smiles at her lovingly but with pity. 

"She's too old to bring a teddy-bear to the dining table," daddy says his brow slightly furrowed. 

"What is the big deal?" Mommy asks tickling her chin and smiling down at her, "It's a completely harmless relationship."