Little Girl Lost (part one) [Hand Job] [Cheating] [Age Gap] [Photos/Video]

The course my life was on changed when I was twenty-five. My girlfriend at the time, Katelyn was fucking crazy, but she was also this hot goddess of a woman. Barely five foot two, super slim body with succulent, soft double D tits. But, again, she was fucking crazy. She and her siblings grew up in a pretty abusive household, so, while her making weirdly sexual comments about her little sister, Gia, was uncomfortable, I assumed maybe the abuse they’d endured was more than physical. Their dad wasn’t in the picture anymore, so I pushed it aside and left it alone.

I know the comments made Gia uncomfortable, and they weren’t little innocent things like drawing attention to her ass or tits. No, Kate would grab Gia by the jaw and force her mouth open then look to me and say, “Aren’t those lips just so fuckable? I bet your dick would stretch them and gag her beautifully.”

Getting Kate to knock it off was sometimes difficult, and I’m ashamed to say I did hit Katelyn once because she came dangerously close to sexually assaulting her own little sister right in front of me. Kate and I are the same age. Gia was a later in life baby for their mom, Kate always referred to her as the mid-life mistake, she is twelve years younger than us. This shit started within a year of me starting to date Kate, which was just after I turned twenty.

It didn’t start out so blatant, it started with more innocent things like saying what a knockout Gia was going to be when she grew up, how perfectly heart shaped her butt was in the jeans she wore, things like that, still grossly sexual about a very young girl, but not outright perverse.

It happened that I got roped into taking Gia to and from school for her freshman year of high school. One morning she stayed in the car and was hesitant to get out as a group of older guys in jerseys walked by. The tall blonde boy winked at her and made a kissing face to her and she crossed her arms over her chest and her breathing quickened.

For most girls I wouldn’t have thought twice, she has a crush on the sports star, cute. But I knew Gia better than most girls and this wasn’t a crush reaction. Things were hard for her, she got pushed up a grade at the end of seventh grade so she skipped eighth grade and jumped straight into the high school dynamic. She started to get out of the car and I grabbed her hand, “He fucking with you, G?” I asked.

“No more than Kate does,” she said in her soft, barely audible voice as she avoided looking at me.

I scowled, “Kate can be pretty gross to you. Want me to talk to him?” I offered. I’d been him once, I could probably get him to knock it off.

She shook her head, “No, please don’t. It’ll just make it worse,” and quickly got out of the car and ran into the building.

I couldn’t get the encounter out of my head. She was terrified and I was worried about her. In spite of how Kate was with her, she was a really sweet girl who would go so far out of her way to do something nice for someone, even if they never knew she was the one that did it.

When she got into the car that afternoon, she stared blankly out the front window, her eyes were glazed over and I noticed a bruise on her wrist, beneath the hair band she kept on it. “Okay, something is up, I need to know what, kid,” I said as I pulled over and looked at her.

Her breathing quickened again and she looked at me, tears filling her eyes, “I don’t want to talk about it?” she pleaded.

I shook my head, “We don’t move again until you tell me what’s going on.”

She looked like she was about to have a full on meltdown. I put my finger under her chin and turned her face to look at me, “Kate’s not here, your mom’s not here, no one’s gonna give you shit about it. Just tell me?” I asked.

“Kate used to date his older brother…he recognized me and…just teases me because of her,” she said.

“What did she do that makes him tease you?” I asked.

She looked sad and bit her lip, the fingernail on the index finger on her right hand was digging into her left wrist so deeply it was starting to bleed, “G, stop,” I said as I pulled her hands apart, blood trailed down her wrist. “Did you not feel that?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“When did Kate date his brother?”

“Just before you. They broke up a few weeks before you and her started dating,” she said.

I bit my tongue. We’d been dating a few months before her family ever knew we were dating, “Do you remember when we first started dating?” I asked her.

She nodded, “October, you and Kate took me trick-or-treating.”

I shook my head and laughed, “So they broke up the beginning of that October?” I asked.

She nodded again.

I sucked air through my teeth and shook my head, “We started dating in May of that year, G.”

Her eyes got real big and she looked terrified, “You can’t tell Kate I said anything, she’ll kill me.” Her hands clasped my wrist and tears were flowing over her cheeks, “Please, Dean? I’ll do anything you want, just please don’t tell her I said anything?”

I looked her over, fear radiated from her, “I don’t want anything from you G. I won’t say anything. I know how she gets around you and I’m not certain your ‘she’ll kill me’ is an over-exaggeration,” I said with a chuckle. “Back to the boy at school, what did she do that he teases you about?”

Her brow furrowed and she looked me in the eye, “I can’t tell anyone. I didn’t know what it was…”

“Was it illegal, Gia?” I asked, a lump growing in my throat.

She nodded.

“I think I need to know, G. What did Kate do to you?” I asked.

She shrugged and looked to the ground.

“No,” I said sternly, “telling me is no longer optional.”

Gia started to open the door to the car and I reached across her and pulled it shut again, “You’re not getting out of this damn car until you tell me what your sister did,” I yelled at her.

I think that might have been the first time I’d ever even raised my voice to her. She winced and pulled away, making herself small in the seat.

“Can I write it down?” she asked.

I nodded, “Yeah. I just need to know.”

She pulled a notebook out of her backpack and her hand was shaking as I watched her write, ‘Kate gave them permission to do things with me and take pictures.’

She turned the notebook to me, but I’d already read it, “Were you dressed when…” I started to ask.

A tiny whine caught in her throat, a sob trying to escape as she shook her head.

“Christ,” I said much more loudly than I meant to, “Did they…”

She nodded and wrote another note, ‘They gave her money or drugs after, usually both.’

I pulled her over into a hug and she sobbed on my shoulder, “Has Kate ever touched you herself?” I asked.

She nodded, her voice was pitiful, but her lips were right by my ear, “She’s in some of the pictures,” she whispered between sniffles.

I had to wipe my own eyes when I pulled away from her. I took her straight to the police station and she refused to get out, “I’ll tell them it was you,” she said, a coldness I’d never experienced from her before trembled in her voice.

Looking into her eyes, I could tell she meant it, “Why wouldn’t you tell on her?” I asked.

“Mom said they’d take me away and put me in foster care and it’d be worse there…,” still an empty coldness to her voice.

“Your mom knows?” I asked, incredulous at the idea of it.

She nodded, “She found out, Kate gave her the money and she just looked at me and called me a disgusting whore and got a prescription for birth control for herself and made me start taking it.”

“This…this isn’t okay, Gia. Not even in the slightest. Is Kate still…,” I started to ask but I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

“We go to the movies on Tuesdays and Thursdays,” she said softly, “I don’t know what they will do if they know you know.”

She turned onto her side away from me and ran her fingertips down the condensation on the window. I pulled out of the parking lot of the police station and drove her home. It was Thursday. I asked if I could stay for dinner and was bluntly told no by their mom, that Gia and Katelyn had chores to do. Curtis, their middle brother, just shook his head at me after dinner and went to his room, like always, he just hid from everything and retreated to video games. I had always wondered why Kate refused to move in with me, now I know, she’s abusing her little sister and needs access to her.

I followed them when Kate and Gia left later that night. They went to an old drive in theater that had a nightly midnight show of old cult classics. I saw Kate look to her sister then she got out and moved to the passenger seat and Gia climbed in back. Guys started coming over to the car, some sat in the driver’s seat others climbed in back with Gia. Most climbed in back. I never saw Kate interacting with the men up front, so it was either a low key hand job or they were just talking.

I called a buddy on the force and told him what I was seeing, even took a few pictures of the guys as they got out of the backseat. I didn’t tell him who the girls in the car were. I waited and watched Kate put the speaker in the window and roll it up, the guys stopped coming to the car and a cop car pulled up behind her vehicle, got out and leaned over in the window to talk to her. Someone fucking told her the cops were on their way…

The cop left but stayed parked by the refreshment stand, watching, and no other guy came to the car for the rest of the movie. This is bigger than my girlfriend pimping out her little sister to random people. They are a part of a system designed to let disgusting men get off at the expense of at least one little girl without getting caught.

When they left I followed them back home and watched Katelyn grab Gia by the wrist and yank her out of the car and onto the pavement. Gia screamed and Kate was yelling at her. I wanted to go get her out of there, but if I did, they’d know she told and they’d know I was the one that sent the cops in.

I went home and tossed and turned. Not getting a fucking wink of sleep. Katelyn sent me a picture of herself naked and dripping and while it normally would be jack off material that got me straight to sleep after. I went and threw up instead. She disgusted me and I wasn’t sure I could fake still wanting to be with her for very long. But I had to if I didn’t want to tip her off that I knew what was going on.

When I picked Gia up the next morning she was wearing one of Katelyn’s shirts. It was a long sleeved purple top, the sleeves came down to her knuckles with a slit in the side where her thumb poked through. It was ninety-two degrees F outside. “Hiding track marks now?” I asked with a forced chuckle.

She sat uncomfortably and held her arm close to her chest. She didn’t say anything back. I drove her towards the school but detoured down into a park and sat there for a few minutes, “Show me your arm, Gia,” I said.

She turned and looked at me, “You called the cops,” she scoffed at me.

“I called a friend of mine that happens to be a cop,” I said as I grabbed her arm and she screamed and winced as I pulled the sleeve up. Her wrist was purple. “How were you planning on going the whole day in school without anyone noticing when you, the honor roll student that never avoids taking notes, can’t even hold a fucking pencil?” I snapped at her.

“It wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t called the cops,” she snapped back.

“No,” I said, “It wouldn’t have happened if you were with a goddamned halfway decent family, G.”

I sighed and hit the steering wheel, “I’m taking you to the hospital, your wrist is clearly broken.”

“I’ll tell them you did it…,” she tried to threaten me again.

I scoffed, “Go ahead, I end up in jail and your mom and sister get to whore you out some more to pay for the luxuries for themselves and your brother, but at least your arm will heal up properly.”

Her brow furrowed. She didn’t know how to respond to that. I’d bet no one had ever challenged her on that threat. “You’ll go to jail for assaulting a kid,” she said softly.

I nodded, “Yeah, but again, at least your arm will heal right.”

That might have been the first time someone treated her like she had value as a human being. The fact that I didn’t care about myself getting into trouble as much as I cared about her healing right was absolutely foreign to her. I looked at her, she had tears running down her cheeks and I handed her the cup of iced coffee sitting in the cup holder, “Put that on your wrist until we get to the hospital,” I said, trying to make my tone more gentle and caring than angry.

I took her into emergency and called Kate, “Hey, I’ve got your sister at the hospital, she has a nasty bruise on her wrist and can’t use her hand at all. Did she fall or something?” I asked.

“Down the stairs last night,” she lied, “it didn’t look bad when it happened, is she okay?”

“Dunno, they haven’t taken her back yet, I might need your mom to come down and give permission for treatment since she’s a minor.”

Kate sighed, “Yeah, okay, I’ll wake her up and we’ll be there in a bit.”

I hung up and looked at Gia, “Just so you know, I’m going to be starting fights with Kate, I can’t be a party to this and if you won’t let me take you to the cops, I’m walking away from the situation as a whole, because I will fucking kill them if I stay. Hell, I still might kill them.”

The nurses got her an ice pack and didn’t make her wait for her mom for treatment. Surprisingly, they let me go back with her to help keep her calm. Gia grabbed the nurse’s hand as she was getting ready to move her wrist to take another x-ray and said, “I didn’t fall. My sister did this to me. My mom and sister have been abusing me. Selling me to men,” she said as a cascade of tears fell silently from her eyes.

The nurse looked to me, “You need to go to the waiting room and wait with her family.”

I turned around and walked away, trying to hide the smile spreading on my face. The cops showed up and separated the three of us. I told them everything Gia told me and gave them the photos I took on my phone of the men at the drive in getting out of the back seat of the car, their license plate was visible and Gia was sitting up and looking out the back window in a couple of the photos as they handed money to Kate in the front seat and left.

Kate and her mom were arrested and Gia’s aunt got temporary custody of her until they could vet her brother to take on her care. The judge took Gia’s wants into consideration when she said she felt safe with her brother and he’d never hurt her, nor did he know what was going on. He really stepped up for her, got a job and worked hard to provide for the two of them so she could finish school. I kept driving her to school and helped out where I could.

She still had a hard time in school, her case was well known in the area and it was hard to escape it given the drive in was essentially a trafficking front. Especially the teasing from her peers calling her horrible things for actions done to her that were out of her control. I got her to go to a therapist for a while but she was over the sharing with another person thing pretty quick, preferring to spend her time at home when she wasn’t at school.

Then came her graduation, where I proudly stood beside her brother and clapped for her alongside my girlfriend, who’d become a bit of a surrogate big sister to Gia. Gia was eighteen, the trial and chaos of everything caused that skipped grade to disappear and she had to repeat ninth grade. When she came back to meet us after the ceremony she practically jumped into my arms with a big hug around my neck and dozens of whispered thank-you’s and kisses on my cheek. I’d never had such direct physical contact with her before.

I’d just hoped she wouldn’t notice my reaction to her body pressed so tightly to mine, but she did as she had the smile of a fox when she pulled away, not really moving back until I got the program in my hand down to my crotch. Gia looked to my girlfriend, Lauren, and smiled as she hugged her just as tightly, “Thank-you for showing me what a big sister is supposed to be,” she said softly, making Lauren tear up and hug her back just as tightly.

As Gia turned back towards me to go hug her brother, I felt a slight tug on my jeans pocket on the side near Curtis. Gia’s fingers were pulling away from me and I excused myself to the bathroom. She’d slipped her phone in my pocket and I didn’t know why until I opened it. There was a note open on the screen that said, ‘Been planning this for a while, file with your name is for you, I don’t think I can ever properly thank you enough for giving me the courage to talk to that nurse.’

I found the file and opened it and was greeted with numerous photos of her in various states of dress. Fuck me, her body was amazing. Her tits were nowhere near as large as her sister’s but they were firm and perfectly curved along her slender frame with a heavy bottom swell just below her nipples. Her stomach was flat but she still held a slight layer of baby fat on her, most notably in her heart shaped face, her upper arms and hips, and her ass. She looked slim but soft, not bony.

She was a barely legal goddess. There was a video at the end of the files and I turned down her phone and hit play, she was saying something, but I couldn’t hear what and I couldn’t read her lips because my eyes were drawn lower. A light shimmer of sweat coated her body as she held a thin vibrator in her hand, her leg was over her arm, giving me the perfect view of her cunt.

She gripped the vibrator in her tightly and breathed steadily as she moved it in and out of her. I didn’t even realized my hand had unzipped my pants, but I was stroking steadily, pulling my foreskin back and forth over the head of my cock as I watched her arch her body in pleasure. I was breathing hard and so focused, I didn’t hear the bathroom door open and didn’t know anything was amiss until I felt the pressure of her hands on my knees. I dropped her phone and looked at her, the tie at the back of her dress was undone and her breasts were on full display. She smiled and put her hand under my chin, lifting my eyes from her tits to her face.

She said something to me, but I think I was struck deaf because I couldn’t hear shit outside of the beat of my own heart. I knelt down on the floor with her and lost myself in a kiss as her hand started stroking my cock for me. I was moaning loud and she giggled as she pulled her lips from mine, “Shhh, you’re going to get us caught,” she scolded me.

I groaned and she tilted her head curiously as I focused on her face. Her eyes were big green windows of curiosity as she studied my gaze as much as I studied hers. Her nose was small, with a slight slope and softly pointed tip. Her lips were full and painted a luscious red, spread out into the happiest smile. Her cheeks were soft, enhancing her cheekbones and giving her a model’s look. She was taller than her sister at five foot nine, but where I stood six foot five, I still towered over her. All I could think about was picking her up and shoving my cock inside of her.

Instead, she looked into my eyes and placed one hand on my cheek as her other stroked me off. She kissed me as I came hard, quieting my groans and grunts with her lips and nimble and curious tongue, then she stood in front of me so I could see my cum drip down her tummy and panties. She helped me to my feet and I kissed her again as she fixed her dress.

“It’s so much nicer when I choose to do it, so thank you for giving me the opportunity to know that, Dean,” she put my cock back in my underwear and carefully positioned me so she could zip and fasten my pants back. “I like Lauren,” she said, “so that has to be thank you enough.” She looked me in the eye as she licked my cum from her fingers and I had to have looked fucking pathetic because she smiled that fox-grin and turned to leave.

My brain was in a fog, repeating to myself, ‘Who the fuck is Lauren?’ as I looked Gia over. I grabbed her hand before she left and finally worked out how to speak again, “You didn’t owe me anything, G. I hope you know that?” I asked.

She nodded, “This wasn’t about owing you, I just like you. I’ve nursed a crush on you for a couple of years now and could finally do something about it without you risking jail.” She looked down at my crotch then back up to my eyes, “It’s bigger than I thought it’d be. Pity you got a girlfriend instead of waiting for me to get old enough,” she said with a smirk then left.

I sat back down on the toilet with a disappointed sigh as I realized she took her phone back from me. What the fuck did I just do?

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