*NOTE: I know it’s a risky move to include a child in a (very slightly) sexual way. This is NOT something I’m “into” and this story admittedly represents a different direction for me. I’m trying to build a complex relationship between the two characters and I tried writing in an older female, but it doesn’t work. I need to show the innocence of a child in regards to sexual matters in order for the relationship to grow naturally. I hope you can bear with me…*
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It had been ten years since the world ended and the undead began to walk.
John Sterling had travelled almost half way across the country in his efforts to find a safe and peaceful haven where he could settle down and start to build a new life for himself.
It had been a long, arduous journey through infected towns and cities and through thick forests, evading the undead where he could and fighting them when required.
He would make camp or a temporary shelter for himself whenever he was able. He preferred the comfort and convenience of staying in one place, but the unfortunate current events of the world made this near impossible. He would stay a few days here, a few weeks there and very occasionally he could bed down for a month or more.
Ultimately it didn’t matter where he stayed. The undead always found him. Always. He marveled at how far their scent for human blood could stretch.
Unfortunately a long journey still lay ahead of him, but at last there seemed to be hope.
He’d noticed as the years passed, that nature and the environment was finally taking its toll on the shambling undead. The Apocalypse had shown that dead flesh could indeed reanimate. It could have purpose. It could hunt. It could kill. But the flesh was still dead and would still, albeit agonizingly slowly, eventually succumb to rot and decay.
His strategy was simply to keep heading northwards towards the equator and into the tropics.
The further north he ventured, the more he noticed the effects of decay on the undead. The more intense the heat and humidity, the worse their condition. Bones required muscle and sinew to make them move, regardless of whatever black magic was allowing their brains to send the required impulses.
As dead flesh, muscle and tendons rotted away, it served to hamper the movements of these foul creatures, making it easier to avoid and escape them. Their preceding stench of decay was often strong enough to give oneself sufficient pre-warning to hide or to run.
It was Sterling’s hope that they would all eventually decay into oblivion and then the threat would be no more.
For now he must continue onward, stay one step ahead of them and simply survive
City locations were the most convenient and also the most dangerous. Clothing needed to be replaced often, as the nomadic life was harsh on attire. Add to this the challenge of bathing, particularly as there was no longer the luxury of running water, clothing would start to smell if kept too long. He made it a habit to stock up on fresh clothing whenever he left a city location for a trip into the country. When alone in the country, he would often go naked to conserve his clothes.
It was on one of his naked sojourns that he had stumbled across little Pearl.
He’d found a nice little farmhouse with one of those old manual pumps out back. I was the type that you used to see in movies occasionally. It had a long handle that you could pump for water. In this instance, he had boiled several buckets of water over a fire and made himself a nice warm bath. In these dark and uncertain times, a treat like this was one of the few great pleasures left to him.
He had been searching the house for some clean towels when he opened a large closet and almost suffered a heart-attack by the sudden ear-piercing screams of a little girl who had been, until then, quietly hiding inside.
She had heard the strange noises as he moved through the house and she had hidden herself away for safety. She was just as startled as he was when the door flung open and the silhouette of a large naked man, his long, thick cock pointing down at her where she was hiding, suddenly appeared in the doorway before her.
Desperate, Sterling had tried to shush her. He didn’t know what to do. She started crying and blubbering. Uncertain, he awkwardly reached out his arms. She went straight to him without hesitation and wrapped her scrawny little arms tightly around his waist, crushing his naked penis against her dirty red t-shirt. She clung to him like this for an eternity until her crying became sobbing became sniffling. He simply stood there stroking her hair, trying to calm her and telling her she was going to be ok.
At last she turned her tear-streaked face up to his. He saw she was filthy. And she smelled. He wondered how long she had been here. Was she alone?
He tried to gently untangle her arms but she shook her head violently and wouldn’t let go. He didn’t want to push her too hard. Who knew how traumatized this little girl was? He tried to gently quiz her. He discovered that her name was Pearl. She was nine years old. Her parents had survived with her for a number of years after the Apocalypse until they were attacked and both killed by the undead a few months ago during an expedition for supplies.
Sterling was aware of his warm bath getting cold. It was selfish of him, he knew, but he told her to wait until after his bath, then he would help her get cleaned up and then they could eat something.
He tried to push her out of the room but she started sobbing again. She looked traumatized.
“Ok” he told her, “you can stay.”
He slid into the bath, letting the warm water flow up and over him. God this was the most exquisite sensation! He lay back, rested his head on the end of the bathtub and allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment.
He became aware of a disturbance and opened his eyes. Pearl was getting into the bath with him! She had removed all her clothes and underwear and was happily joining him in the tub.
“Wait! What? Pearl, no!” He blurted. This was exceedingly awkward for him.
“It’s ok,” she said matter-of-factly. “Mommy and Daddy used to bath with me all the time. They said it saves water and I’m too small to have a whole tub to myself.”
He didn’t know what to do. He said “Ok, but that’s your end” and pointed to the far end of the tub. “And this is my end.” He pointed to where he was sitting. He sat upright as she got all the way in. He drew his knees up, tried to cross his legs, couldn’t, and settled himself uncomfortably into an awkward sitting position.
Pearl was completely unbothered and seemed to brighten as she splashed about and washed herself. This was clearly much more natural for her than it was for him. He suddenly became aware of his naked cock swaying about in the water like an out-of-control snake and immediately covered himself with his hands.
Pearl giggled. “Why are you hiding your dicky?” She asked him.
“I beg your pardon?” He asked incredulously
“Your dicky” she repeated. “Mommy and Daddy said our bodies are the most natural thing in the world. This is how God made us. Mommy and Daddy hardly ever wore clothes. Except when people came over to visit.”
He was stunned by this little nine year old’s rhetoric. “Yeah. Well that may be true” he said,” but I’m not your Daddy and I don’t think it’s appropriate.”
She seemed puzzled for a moment, but simply shrugged and said “ok then” and went about washing herself. “Anyway, you have a nicer dicky than my daddy” she added.
This was too weird for him. He gave up and started to get out of the bath.
“Wait!” She cried, then timidly asked, “can you please help me wash my hair?” She turned around so her back was to him and tilted her head back to be washed. He sighed and sat back down in the tub. It was a really uncomfortable position.
“No,” she told him, “you have to put your legs down the sides.” She reached back and fumbled for his ankles and tried to pull his legs down either side of her body. He resigned to do what she wanted and slid his legs down either side of the tub, so she was more or less positioned between them. Then she pushed back from her end of the tub until her little bottom pressed up hard against his penis.
“There!” She said. “This is how I did it with Mommy and Daddy. I have to sit all the way back coz it hurts their backs too much to lean forward. Can you wash my now hair please?”
He didn’t want to argue. He simply accepted that today he was bested by a nine year old girl.
He pondered his current situation. He hadn’t been with a woman in god-knows how long, and honestly didn’t expect it to ever happen again, yet here he was, naked in a bath with a little kid he’d just met, with his “dicky” squashed up against her ass. He laughed to himself at the ridiculousness of the whole thing and proceeded to wash her hair.
That had been five years ago. Pearl was almost fifteen now.
End of Part 1
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