Growing Up Furry Characters: Cassandra "Cass" Baumwart - 34 years female red panda Casey Baumwart - 3 years old red panda cub (3 and two month old boy; 13.5 kg (29 lb) and 93 cm. (34.8")) Sammantha "Sam" Halder - almost 14 years old koala (38.9 kg (87 lbs) and 152.2 cm. (59.5")) Peter Halder - Sam's dad, koala bear Savannah Halder - Sam's mom, kaola mom Chapter 1: Babysitting a Red Panda DATE: May 21 Walking slowly home from public school, her backpack on her right shoulder, Sam kept her head down thinking to herself. School had been ok. Math class had been interesting and she felt she had done well in the pop quiz her teacher had given them. (a 7 floor old-looking building, with a nice brick facade but worn down with time and obscolence) She reached the shabby condo she lived in. Looking up, she wished she had a street view from her apartment. The old metal door was ajar, as always. She passed the lobby and walked up the stairs with an old metal railing, passing a neighboor she knew as Frederica. As she was about to head on to the sixth floor, Cassandra called her name. CASSANDRA: Hello Sam, how was school? (she was carrying a trash bag with a soggy looking content) SAM: (turning around) Oh hi Cassandra, school was ok (Sam smiled at her). CASSANDRA: Good, I'm glad you enjoy school. I loved being in middle school myself (Cass seemed in a good mood, as always). SAM: (looking a little ashamed, blushing a bit and looking at Cassandra's waist) Yeah, I guess I like school too... CASSANDRA: Hey Sam, I was wondering if you had time to look after Casey. I'm going to help Miss Michelle up in 603 with her taxes, but if you're not busy, I guess it would be easier if Casey stayed home. He was going to tag along. SAM: (looking at her watch) Uhm, uh yeah Cassandra, I just gotta see if mom left any laundry to sort out. CASSANDRA: Call me Cass Sam. Yeah, I was thinking of going up around 4:30 ish. But please, do your stuff and if you're available let me know ok? SAM: (smiling a bit) Yeah Cass. I'll give you guys a call in a minute. CASS: Thanks honey. (Cass walked down the stairs, as Sam kept walking up) As Sam reached the seventh floor, she swinged the bag in her back, opening the zipper and taking out a bundle of keys she kept in big colourful a key ring. She inserted the key, a scratchy sound as the door was old. She walked in and was greeted with a note on the table: Gonna be late today Sam. Dad will work a second shift and I'm going to help out with a bit of extra cleaning. Food in the fridge. Kisses. Her mom's handwritting was beautiful. She loved how she always used red ink to write. Her mom and dad were immigrants, coming to the U.S. before she was born. Settling in Seattle, they had acquired their papers and worked as a hard couple, her dad as a mechanic and her mom as a waiter at a nice restaurant downtown. Her mom had a a miscarriage and had tried again with Sam, deciding one kid was enough. Though both her mom and dad had cellphones, her mom kept the habit of leaving notes for her, which she loved. Coming from a country where the independence of kids was a normal thing, they still kept the mindset of allowing her to walk to-and-from school, do her own homework and not keep an overprotective figure over her. They lived in apartment 502 and had lived there since Sam had been born. It was a cozy apartment, but the smell of pot, which her mother despised, came up from the alley. They had a two-bedroom, one bathroom apartment, with a view towards a parking lot next to the building. Both hers and her parent's room, as well as the bathroom, had windows towards the alley. Sam went to her room and left her backpack on the table. She went to the livingroom, straightened out the sofa coushions her dad usually fell asleep at night watching television, then took her cellphone out of her pocket. Browsing her contacts, she found CASS and called. (after 3 rings) SAM: Hey Cass. CASS: Hey Sam, everything ok? (the giggling sound of a child was heard in the background) Sam: Yeah thank you. I'm free if you still need someone to watch Casey. CASS: Yeah, if you could please come down at quarter past 4, it'll be perfect. SAM: Sure, see you guys in a bit. CASS: OK, bye. Sam had met Cassandra a few months back, when they moved in. She seemed like a nice lady and her son was a cute boy. She had helped them carry the groceries up the stairs a few times and had had Sam over for tea a couple of times before Cassandra asked Sam is she had babysat before. Sam had never watched anyone else, and had not considered babysitting as a source of income. She had helped in the school library and the workshop, but without pay. Cass had told her that she preferred to watch Casey herself all the time, but she knew she might need to leave him alone someday and that she looked like a nice responsible girl. Casey loved Sam playing with him, as she was always kind, paying attention to him fully and always being like a big sister. Cass had said other babysitters were usually focussed on their cellphones and had even had one that had her boyfriend over when she was babystting. Sam didn't feel like Cass was testing her, but she knew she was a responsible mother and wanted the best for her son. Being a single mother, Cass had told Casey they were originally from Oakland but had moved here because she had been hired as an accountant. The company she worked for had flexible hours and she had made a good deal with her boss to work in the mornings after she had dropped Casey at daycare, and if needed, from home in the afternoons after she had picked Casey up. Cassandra had not gone into detail about her personal life, but when asked, she had told Sam that Casey's father did not want to be a father and they had split before he was born. Cass had tried to have him pay alimony, not because she wanted to, but because it would have made life easier for her and Casey, but the man had gone off the grid and he had seemingly left the country with a girl. Cass was a samrt woman, and had worked since she was in high-school. Focussed on her son, she did all she could to give him a good life. Sam was a pretty reserved girl. Though she was an A student, she never spoke out in class and kept to hrself. She was almost 14 but it seemed puberty hadn't hit her yet, standing at 1.52 m tall (59.5") and weighing 38.9 kg (87 lbs), Sam had no need yet for training bras or the likes. She knew what they were, how to put them on and off, as she had tried on a pair at a mall, but her breasts barely had the onset of boobies, having slightly puffy nipples when she saw herself in the sink mirror. She had grayish hair that looked almost white in the hard sun, and fair white fluff any Disney princess would be envyous. When she was born, her hair had the lightest brownish tint, a gift from he great grandmother, but as she grew her long locks turned bright gray, something all the other parent's praised. Her hazzle eyes had a lovely warm feeling to them, though she seldomly looked at people in the eyes, afraid of getting stared at. She kept her nails short, even though most of the girls her age loved to show their paws with painted designs. Being a late-bloomer, the other boys in school did not focus on her. Other girls had developed quickly, seemingly changing from one day to another, coming the next morning with boobs and skirts and painting themselves more and more. She didn't like make-up that much, and seldomly used stuff on her hair apartfrom a diadem. Sam wasn't a tomboy, but preferred jeans to dresses. Heading to the kitchen, she set the table putting three sets of white ceramic plates, utensils and glasses. The forks and knives were from her great grandmother, and though they were very old, they were kept in tip-top condition. She remembered her mom had said they were going to be late, but it was a habit of trying to help and have everything ready for dinner. She looked at her watch, an old Baby G-Shock, baby blue in color, and headed to her room to pick her keys. She walked down the stairs and knocked at a freshly painted white door with the number 301. She loved Cass and Casey's apartment because it had a street view and she could see all the tall buildings down the road. CASS: (opening the door) Hi honey, thank you for coming, you're a life saver. (Cass gave her a hug and greeted her in) SAM: You're welcome Cass. (hearing her voice, Casey came running to the door) CASS: Chores? Homework? (said Cass as she put her coat on and got her briefcase) SAM: (kneeling as Casey came running to her arms) None. (picking the little tyke up) Mom and dad are gonna be home late. (turning her attention to Casey) Hey you, I've missed you. (she hugged him towards her). CASEY: (giggling) Hi Sammm. (in his childish voice) CASS: If you wanna stay for dinner, we'd be happy to have you, wouldn't we Casey? (she said as she kissed her son on the back of his head) SAM: (Casey noded in Sam's arms) Thank you, but I think I'll wait up for my parents. CASS: (reaching the door) Ok honey, but you know you are always welcomed here. Not gonna be long, but if you need anything you have my cellphone. (the door open) SAM: Yup. (she said, waving at Cass with Caseys hand) CASS: Bye kids. SAM & CASEY: Bye. (they said in unison) The door closing behind Cassandra, Sam set Casey on the floor. He was barefoot. The wooden floor was very clean, and there was a rug in the living room between the couch and the small flat-screen. Wearing his little boy jeans and an orange tshirt with a dinosaur print on the front, Sam guessed he had come home from daycare and hadn't changed into more house clothes. His cute ears always made her smile. Casey was a lovely 3 and 2 month old boy. With a cute set of messy brownish red hair, it was a bit long, almost shoulder length. It looked reddish-orange in the sun and turned a deep brown when wet. He had a beautiful smile that formed tiny dimples in his lovely cheeks and his giggles and laughter were like music, not annoying like other kids and with a timber that just made you feel good inside. He had milky white skin on his tummy which would turn darker with age, and had his mom's same eyes, a deep greenish-amber that looked mostly black. He wasn't a skinny kid but he was slim, still having a bit of leftover babyfat from his days as a tiny cub. He had a cute belly that bulged out slightly when he was sitting, and a round bottom that looked so cute and inviting to pat or pinch. His tail had the faint rings starting to form and was so fluffy. His arms and legs were skinny, and his knees were always bruised with scabs and scrapped as he loved to horseplay around. He was a curious explorer in a known place, but shy with strangers, yet he loved dogs and cats and all the animal kingdom. SAM: What were you doing honey? CASEY: Playing with LEGOs. (said the little boy as he pulled Sam by the wrist towards the couch, no questions asked) The television was on, with Nemo playing on the backgroung with a low volume. Sam knew Cass preferred Casey to be enjoying toys or something more educational than T.V., but it seemed she was in a hurry and television was always a good way to keep kids entertained and out of one's way. SAM: (without faking it or using baby-talk, which she hated as she thought it was dumbing down kids) Ah, cool. What where you building? (she said squatting before the couch, as Casey stood before it and picked a few pieces, putting them together) CASEY: Uhm, I don't know, a car I think. (said the cute boy showing Sam a handful of wheels) SAM: (Sam picked up a piece herself and clicked it on another) Wanna stand or maybe... (she picked him up from behind, setting him on the couch next to the pieces, making a few slide towards him as his weight made a dent in the pillows) here! CASEY: (he giggled as she set him on the couch) Yayyy. SAM: (sitting on the other side of the couch, with the pieces between her and Casey, she began to build something herself, her eyes watching Nemo from time to time). Mhmm, let's see. Here, and yes, this too. (she said putting pieces together) Casey stopped when the 4 big wheels were on the DUPPLO car he was rebuilding, set it on the couch, and tried to reach for a juice box on the table. Seeing him stretching, Sam quickly intervened. SAM: Hey you, don't go falling off and breaking something (she said more jokingly than scoldingly)... especially that head of yours (she said patting her own). CASEY: (he looked at her and smiled, retrying to stretch towards the table as the playful boy he was) SAM: (she stood and picked the juice box from the table, wiggling it before Casey) So you want this huh? (she set it a little apart from Casey's reach, but not too far so he would fall) CASEY: Yeah (he tried reaching out, as Sam moved it away once, twice, then slowly the third, allowing him to hold it). Thank you (he said looking at her, then sipping through the straw. He took three long sips, then held it at his chest level) Here! (his cute ears flicking beng at ease with his friend) Sam reached out to get the juce box, but Casey immitated her, moving it around. Sam giggled seeing the cute boy trying to be cheeky and played along. Casey did another swerve as Sam reached out for the juice box, but this time he squished the box too hard, sending a jet of orange juice towards his t-shirt. It splashed below his neck, as Casey held the juice box in his hand. SAM: Upsy. (she said holding his hand to avoid him shaking it and moving it more. The small juice box didn't have much left in it, but it still got a stream of liquid on Casey). CASEY: (looking at her apologizingly, his ears down like a puppy having made an accident) Sorry... SAM: That's ok, just next time don't squish the juice box too hard, ok Casey. (she said in a soothing voice, taking the juice form his hand and placing it on the table, not before liking the tip of the straw for a stray drop the was about to fall, then aiming the straw upwards so it wouldn't leak) Casey looked down at his t-shirt, the wet spot on his chest, and a bit on his jeans that had splashed down. SAM: Here, let me get a towel. (Sam went to the kicthen and brought back the kitchen rag, dabbing Casey's t-shirt with it. It caused the little tyke to giggle). CASEY: Hey, that feels cold (he said in a squeeky voice, feeling the wet fabric touching his fur). SAM: Oh sorry. It wasn't that much juice, but wanna take it off and I'll get you a new one? CASEY: (nodding, lifting his arms above his head) Sam put the rag next to him, as she pulled the t-shirt off of him by the hem, exposing his cute pudgy tummy, a white soft-skinned baby fur belly that had a pretty outtie belly-button on it hidden between so much fluff. She left the t-shirt bunched up on his head, as she playfully tickled his outtie. CASEY: (wiggling his arms, trying to pull them down and giggling) Nooo, that tickless. (he said through squirms and giggled) SAM: Oh, this does? (she said playfully, tickling his belly more) CASEY: Yessss, stooop. (he said through a fit of giggles). Sam pulled the rest of the t-shirt off, seeing his cute head pop out and admiring the little shirtless boy, an adorable toddler with the most beautiful smile she had seen. Casey smiled at her, stook his tongue out, then giggled. Such a lovely pinkish tongue, his babyteeth milky white on his mug. SAM: Silly you. (she said, as she folded the t-shirt expertly, and set it on the table) Casey poked his tummy innocently, then his chest were the juice had been. Looking down, he saw a spot of damp jeans near his left thigh. He poked it gently. Looking at Sam. CASEY: I got my jeans wet too (he said matter-of-factly, pointing at his thigh). SAM: (looking at his jeans) Yeah hun but that's wasn't very much, it'll dry off really quickly I bet. CASEY: But it's wet too (the boy pressed on). SAM: Ok, ok (she said in a mocking tone, knowing he usually pressed on everything), we can change those too if you like. CASEY: (he propped himself on his arms, pushing a bit up as he straightened his legs, his tail dangling limp). SAM: It would be easier if you stood you silly monkey. (said Sam as he picked him under the arms and stood him on the couch, the LEGO pieces bouncing a bit. Casey kicked his legs a bit before his soles touched the couch) CASEY: (looking down, Casey saw as Sam tried to open his jeans, fumbling with the button) It's fake. (he said quickly) SAM: (looking up) What? CASEY: The button, it's fake. Mommy says little kids clothes sometimes have fake buttons because they're not like real buttons that go into holes. (Casey just rambled on) SAM: (looking at the jean button) Oh yeah, you're right. Smart boy. (she said as she pulled the waist part of the pants together, unhooking the little piece of metal hidden behind the fake button) Next, Sam pulled the zipper down. Opening the jeans, she gently pulled them down his legs. She was greeted with a cute pair of little boy undies. They where white and bluish, and had little spaceships and aliens drawn on them. She pulled the pants all the way down, having them bunch up on Caseys legs. She was careful to pull his tail out gently of the little opening in his backside. SAM: Hold on you (she said, poking his tummy gently, tickling behind his leg) Casey held on to Sam's shoulders as he lifted his right leg, allowing Sam to pull his leg out, then the same with the left. Sam straightened the jeans a little, and as she was about to turn, Casey jumped on her, putting his arms over her neck and wrapping his legs on her torso. The little monkey held on and giggled, as Sam giggled a bit too out of surprise at the kids playful games. The little mammal has a bit of primate in him! SAM: Let go you little monkey, you little naked monkey! (she said patting his back gently) We have to get you new clothes (she said as she put her forearm under his bum for support, the same one she had used to patt his back) CASEY: Nooo (giggling) I'm not putting new clothes on. I'm having a bath soon! (said the little runt gleefully, squirming in Sam's hold) SAM: Silly you, but you'll be cold (she said poking his ribs with her free hand, his fluff just so wonderfully soft). CASEY: It's not cold, it's warm. (the little tyke held onto Sam in a firm tight hold) SAM: Are you sure you little jumping spider? (Sam said looking at his face as the little runt looked at her and smiled, baby munchers showing). Casey nodded, wiggling his bum and letting go of her neck, shaking his arms in a dancing move. His paw adorable with short nails,his mom clipped them often 'cause he scratches a lot. SAM: So this is how it's gonna be huh (she said as she layed him on the couch, facing up, and put the jean on his face as she quickly tickled his ribs and tummy, making the little boy go into a fit of laughter). CASEY: Nooooo (the boy said, kicking a bit, making a few of the LEGOs fall off the couch). SAM: No what? (she said tickling him still, his tummy jiggling under her touch. His fluff was silky smooth, like the most expensive material in a king's robe, and it was warm, and felt wonderful under her digits) CASEY: No... (giggling) more... (fits of laughter) No more... (kicking his legs) No more ticklesssss... (big laugh) SAM: Oh, no more of these? (she said going a bit slower, letting the boy catch his breath). CASEY: Yesss (giggling) SAM: Oh, yes you want more? (she pressed on her tickling attack) CASEY: No! No more tickling... PLEAAASEE (he said almost sobbing, but enjyoing every second of it) SAM: (looking down at him, she smiled) Ok you. (she said standing and folding his jeans as well, setting them on the table and putting the t-shirt on top of it. Sam was used to helping her mom with laundry and ironing). Casey sat up, his legs spread a little, looking at Sam's back. He sniffed his nose, smelling orange. He looked down at his chest, felt the spot where the juice had fallen, then smelled his fingers. As Sam turned, he saw the little tyke licking his finger after he had stroked his chest. SAM: What are you doing silly. (looking at the adorable nearly-naked tyke, sitting unashamed on the couch, sucking his index) CASEY: I taste like orange and I smell like orange too (he said looking up, a grin on his face) SAM: Well, yes hun, because SOMEONE (stressing the word) just poured a juice box on him! (she said in a fake angry tone) CASEY: Oh, sorry (he blushed a bit, then understood it was a joke, and smiled brightly). SAM: So no clothes? (she said looking at his tummy, her eyes suddenly focusing on his undies) Casey nodded no. Sam had never really thought of Casey in any other way than a sweet child, but seeing him clotheless, sitting so cutely in front of her, her mind raced. She had seen Cass take his clothes off for bath but had just caught glimpses of his cute tail and cheeks, never his front. She had also seen him in diapers and a t-shirt before bedtime, a normal sight at their home. SAM: Uhm... (her voice with a nice tremble) Really nothing, not a t-shirt or pants? (her eyes traced a shot from his toes that were wiggling to where his legs met). CASEY: (shaking his head and body in a no-no dance) No, no clothes! Sam smiled, trying to hide the weird feelings she was having. She sat next to Casey, putting her hand on his leg, feeling the softness and warmth emanating from his body. Such soft fur, baby soft. SAM: Ok, no clothes, but if you feel cold let me know ok. (she said, putting her face near his) CASEY: Okay (he said in a determined way, nudging his nose to hers, making her glasses ride up her nose a bit. He was such a puppy). Casey turned a bit and grabbed a few oh his LEGOs. Sam saw his perfectly smooth back, fur that looked so soft. He looked like a porcelain doll, the cutest stuffed animal. His back ended on the waistband of his undies, which looked a little too big for him. A gap could be seen and she spotted the end of tail, hiding the rest. Casey turned back, placing a few blocks on his lap, as he kept toying around. Sam looked at the bunch of LEGOs over his groin, and gently picked one without gracing his underwear. With the yellow piece, she put it on Casey's head, balancing it gently until she let go. SAM: Pass me uhm a wheel please... (as Casey turned, she watched his back again, his cute fluffy tail showing again a litte. The block fell as he turned). Casey handed her the tire, then went back to his building. SAM: Oh, and a red and blue piece please. CASEY: (turning again, exposing his back. About to pick one, he said) Long or short ones? (looking at the pile of LEGOs) SAM: Uhm, short please. (her eyes were glued to his body, to every inch of it) Casey turned back and passed her the two pieces. Sam felt his warm digits on her palm as he handed her the pieces. He went back to putting more blocks on his car. The only other sound in the room besides their breathing was the clicking of pieces together. Sam could see his chest rise and fall, making his belly enlarge a little and then deflate. He was a cherub, the exact living form of an angel. Sam placed the soft tire on his shoulder, driving it down his back and grazing the waistband of his undies, then up again his spine, feeling the little bumps it made on every vertebrae. Casey giggled a bit, making his back arch feeling the tire tracks slightly tickle him. Sam did this two, three more times, then she did it with her index only, holding the tire in the same hand. She could not believe how wonderfully soft this boy's fur was. He felt velvety soft, not a thick hair in sight, and so warm and delicate it was like caressing a fluffy cloud. Casey kept putting his weird contraption together, as Sam's index and middle finger traced Casey's back from his neck to his waistband. She stroked him a few more times as her mind was away in la-la-land pondering about what beauty layed in the underwear of a little body like Casey's. Casey turned around, looking at her with a tiny smile. CASEY: That tickles (he said in a soft and paused way, as if to state the obvious but liking it) SAM: Oh, I'm sorry, it's just you feel so soft here. (said Sam stroking him one last time before she took her hand away) CASEY: (smiling) It tickles, but it feels good too. (he stated with confidence in a lovely little boy voice) SAM: Really? (looking at the little boy before her. Sam had never watched Casey alone before for that long. Usually Cass was there or she ran a quick errand to the store a few block away, but never more than 15 or 30 minutes) Casey noded. SAM: (looking at him, she suddenly had an idea) Do you... (a little pause, re-thinking things over before she pressed on) uhm, do you know what this is? (she said caressing his back with her open hand, her five digits touching bare fur, fur so soft it felt like it melted under her touch) CASEY: (giggling, he noded, saying) My back. SAM: Good! Your back. (her fingers went up like a spider and she tickled his neck gently, making him squirm but not move away. She was gentle because she didn't want him to run away from her tickles) And this would be your...? CASEY: (shoulders pulled up, his hands moving a bit as if to swat Sam's hand away, his tummy trembling with a soft laughter) My neck. SAM: And it tickles if I do this on your neck riiiiight? (stressing the point, her fingers lightly touched his neck, as if caressing a bubble of soap that could pop at any second). CASEY: Yeeeees! (he said bending over, giggling) SAM: I see. You are a very ticklish boy. (Sam waited for Casey to look at her, then sit up straight again, his hands on his front holding the LEGO pieces) Casey looked at her with loving eyes, loving the attention her babysitter gave him. The other girls and a boy that had watched over him before were usually fun for a bit, but when his mom left, they would get into their cellphones, watch T.V. or lock themselves in the bathroom for a long time. Sam was different. CASEY: Yeah, it tickles a lot here. (he said touching his neck with a LEGO brick). SAM: What about here? (Sam poked lightly his chest) Are you ticklish here too? (she said with an evil grin) CASEY: (covering his chest with two LEGO pieces of different sizes and colours and nodding) Yeah. (he said in a little squeak) SAM: Oh my, you're ticklish all over then. (Sam felt an akward feeling in the pit of her tummy, as if she had a cramp. She traced Casey's chest on the ridge between his two baby boy pectorals) What's this? (she said quizzing Casey) CASEY: My chest. (answering matter-of-factly) SAM: Mhmm, you know your body parts very well. Let's see if you know all of them ok? (she said grinning again) Casey nodded, accepting the challenge and wanting to show off to Sam how smart of a boy he was. He put the LEGO pieces on his lap. SAM: Let's see. (she made an over-expressed look of thought) You already said back, neck and chest. What about here? (dabbing her finger on his left cheek, feeling the softness of it and his jaw beneath) CASEY: My cheeks. (he said smiling, dimples forming) SAM: Good. And this? (tapping his nose) CASEY: (moving his nose like a rabbit) My nose. (he moved it again, snffing hard, such a cute black nose) SAM: These would be your... (she passed her index over his eyebrows) CASEY: My eyebrowses (he said in a childish voice) SAM: (giggling a bit at his words) Eyebrows you silly monkey. (she said correcting him in a loving way) CASEY: (turning a bit red, repeating) Eyebrows, yeah. SAM: And under your eyebrows, we have our... (she said pointing at her own eyes, not wanting to poke Casey's) CASEY: Eyes! (he said a little loud, the sound of his voice bouncing on the small apartment) SAM. Yup, your're right. Mhmm, how about these. (she said passing her left index over his lips. They were a bit moist, but oh so soft. She passed over the lower lip, pressing a bit at the end showing off his white teeth) CASEY: (trying to bite her as a doggy) Argh, my lips. SAM: (pulling her finger away) Ah, the monkey is now a little puppy huh. (she said putting her index in front of him, teasing him) Casey tried to bite her again, but she moved quickly. Sam grabbed him under her shoulder and with her right arm held his head, holding his forehead. With the left, she tapped his lips again, avoiding his bites. SAM: You puppy, don't bite ok? (she said playfully) CASEY: (making a barking sound that was so cute) Ok. (he said trying to take her hand off his forehead, then just letting her hold him) SAM: These were your lips (she said presssing on the lower, then on the upper) Open up puppy (she said opening up her own mouth in an exaggerated gesture) CASEY: Ahhhhh (he opened up his mouth, his pink tongue in) Sam quickly tapped his wet tongue, feeling a slimy and warm fleshy part. She quickly withdrew her finger, being afraid he would try to bite her. Casey kept his mouth open, and giggled a bit. SAM: Yuck, I just touched your... (she said wipping her finger on his tummy, leaving a trail of his own saliva that glistened under the afternoon light that came through the window. Casey's tummy trembled under the wet digit) CASEY: (with his mouth still open) Tooooongueeeee (he said in a weird muffled voice as he kept his mouth open) SAM: (giggling at the funny little boy in her grasp) And all of these white pretty things would be your... (she tapped two of his front teeth, then quickly passed her index along the bottom row of teeth, feeling how smooth they fet, like ivory from the most prized elephant. Milk teeth on a cute pup). CASEY: (trying to bite her this time, as Sam kept his forehead under her right hand still, he tried twice to munch on her) Arghhhh. SAM: Oh my silly puppy, don't bite me with your... (she trailed of letting Casey get the cue) CASEY: (he tried to bite once more, but as Sam held her finger in front of him, far from his reach, his mind had a spark and he said excitedly) Teeeeth! SAM: (letting go of his forehead but still holding him under her right arm) Good, your teeth. (she thought about counting them but she was afraid he would really bite her. This kid was a lovely little tyke but he was still an untamed beast when he was playing). CASEY: (snuggling a bit against Sam, his back felt good against her flannel shirt) Ahh, ahh, ahh (he said with his tongue out, like a panting puppy). SAM: Silly doggy. (she said patting his head gently) CASEY: Wooof (he said in a loud doggy voice) Wooooff. (he didn't bark, but made a woofy sound that made Sam feel happy). SAM: Well well doggy (she said moving her left index down from his forehead to his nose in a calm way, feeling his skull and the ridge of his nose) These cutey things would be your? (she said letting go of him and with her two hands, left on left ear and right on right ear, she pulled down on them gently, feeling the cartilage under her pinching fingers. So fluffy and tiny). CASEY: (wiggling his head side to side, Sam let go as his head turned) My ears (he said still moving his head side to side, liking how it felt and it made him a little dizzy. His ears flicking in his natural response) SAM: Silly you. (she said admiring the little boy next to her) CASEY: (giggling) My doggy ears. (he said putting his hands over them downwards, as if they were long doggy ears flapping around) SAM: You do look like a nice goldie (she said tickling his sides, making him stop moving his head and trying to stop her tickling hands with his "ears") Sam stopped when he pushed her hands away, holding them in hers. SAM: Now I have your what in mine? (she said holding both of his tiny hands in front of his face) CASEY: My hands... I mean paws (he said giggling) SAM: (she bent over a bit, kissing each one) Nice little pawy hands huh? (she said kissing one digit fron each hand) CASEY: (nodding) Yeah, pawy hands (he reapeated in his childish voice) SAM: Huh, well puppy or not, all little boys have... (she said poking his cutie outtie belly-button, making it go into his own tummy. She was gentle yet applied force) Casey giggled loudly, holding his breath as his tummy tickled. He tried to brush her hand away but when he sorta slapped one hand away, she put her whole open palm on his tummy, her fingers spread like a star. SAM: You didn't answer silly puppy. (she said grassping his belly gently, feeling the flabby chubby boy belly under her hand as she admired his cute expression of ticklishness and happiness) CASEY: It's my tummy... it tickles (he said trying to push her hand away). SAM: Oh, what if I just lay my hand over your belly without tickling it huh? (she said just placing her hand on it, feeling his tummy grumble a bit) CASEY: (giggling a bit still, but not pushing her hand away anymore. He still felt ticklish, but didn't want her to take her hand away either. He pushed his tummy outwards as he took a deep breath, making it form a cute belly like a pregnant silly boy) Uhuhh. SAM: (loving the feel and softness of him, it felt sureal to have her hand on an almost naked boy, so unashamed and so perfect) You feel so soft Casey, you have the most adorable tummy of all the puppies in the world. Blushing a bit, Casey looked down at her hand that was placed above his belly-button. Sam could feel the outtie right in the center of her palm, and it moved a bit with Casey's breathing. Casey smiled at her, and Sam returned a heartwarming one too. Sam kept pondering if what she was about to do was right or wrong. She had never thought of Casey as a boy. She had always pictured him as a little kid, sexless, nothing more. Sex-Ed had been interesting, and though it made her uncomfortable when her teacher said words like penis and vagina and pointed to drawings on the whitebaord, it also felt a little exciting. Her teacher was pretty open and had projected pictures of a little cub boy and cub girl, about a month old, laying on towels side to side. They were a an otter boy and a squirrel girl. They looked adorable and their tiny sexes were nothing more than cute little things between their legs. Besides the genitals, they looked identical. Two babies, care-free. Looking at Casey, she saw an even cuter child, in baby boy undies with her hand over his tummy. She could never imagine anybody would feel so soft and cuddly, and would look so beautiful and adorable yet so, well, sexy. Sam had seen pictures of penises and dicks, as her friends called it, in the girls' locker rooms. Her classmates had shown a video of a guy fucking a woman doggy style, with her sreaming and moaning. Sam herself had seen a dog mount a bitch at the alley once, and it amazed her how they remained attached even when he had dismounted her. It was funny and arousing too, seeing them butt-to-butt, each licking their paws or just standing there like waiting for a bus. Sam knew about sex, about boys and girls and about babies and all, but until now she just thought about it as something far away, something from porn movies her friends had in their cellphones or things people in the building did. A neighbor that had moved away recently used to fuck a lot, and his headboard bounced against Sam's wall, as the over-exaggerated moaning of the girl and his panting were easily heard. But all was different now, with Casey. She felt weird in her own tummy, her hands trembling a bit and her heart beating faster. She had never felt this way except when she was alone in the bathroom, washing herself and rubbing between her legs. She knew it was called masturbation and she liked passing her finger along her tiny slit, bumping her tiny nub with every pass, but she didn't dare to push a finger in. She was afraid she would lose her virginity and was even more afraid that her mom and dad would find out. Casey felt amazing under her hand. She could feel his breathing every time he inhaled and exhaled, and she loved the softness and warmth that emmanated from his chubby belly. Making up her mind, she pressed on. SAM: (moving her hand away, and slightly pinching his outtie, she asked in a low voice) This tiny little thing on your tummy, what is it? CASEY: My belly-button (said the cherub in a cute timber). Mom says its my tummy-button. SAM: (smiling at his remark) Aw, that's a cute name for it. (she said poking it gently) A very cute name. Casey nodded, smiling at his tummy and her hand. Sam's fingers made circles around it, seeing his fluff get messy from her touch, but then arrange itself into a neat coat. She looked at his undies. The little aliens and spaceships just made it look even more adorable. The outline of his genitals was barely imperceptible, but it still made a bump at the center of it. There was a fly that she knew boys had, but she didn't know if kid's underwear worked like men's when they peed and took their penises out from there. Her circles grew wider and wider, grazing the waistband a bit, feeling the soft cotton that felt rough compared to Casey's fur. On a daring pass, her finger went a little in between the wasitband and his tummy, but it was a tight fit and she resumed her circling over the edge of the waistband, not wanting to raise suspicion. She looked up at Casey, who was looking at her fingers making innocent circles on his tummy. SAM: (in a trembling voice) Hey Casey, what about here? (she said making a large circle that brushed against his tiny package. When her index bumped against his boyhood she felt a burst of emotions pop in her tummy, making her shiver. A sharp intake of breath accentuated the weird feeling that touching a boy's private area made) CASEY: (looking down, he giggled a bit and in a way only a child can, and answered in a baby boy voice) My weenie. (he said with a childish laughter that followed, his hands at his sides, unashamed, innocent, pure) SAM: (her index made another pass, putting a bit more pressure when she passed his little package) Oh, your weenie? CASEY: (nodding, and with a normal voice, answering) Uhuh. SAM: (she looked at his tummy, at his face, and seeing him reacting normally and without fuss, she made another circle after she had rubbed his outtie. It was a weird feeling because she couldn't really discern his penis or testicles or anything she knew boys had down there, but it was exciting to be touching one for real, even if it was over an underwear). Huh... (a fourth pass, her finger passing over his package slower, with more pressure, without being uncomfortable or painful) Does it tickle Casey? CASEY: Uhm, uhh... (looking up at her with a bit of a shy demeanour, something she hadn't seen for a while. Last time he had had his shyness abundant, he had dropped a pizza from his plate on the rug and stained it, or had peed his pants, which his mother took care of) I don't know... (he said looking away, then down at her fingers). SAM: Oh (she said, surprised, stopping, worried he was feeling uncomfortable or did not like the touch) I'm sorry, was it weird? (both her hands on her lap) CASEY: (looking up at her, a childish innocence in his eyes) No, it just felt funny. (he looked like he was hoping he got the right answer in a quiz) SAM: (raising an eyebrow) Oh, uhm funny? (she said wiggling her finger in front of his face) CASEY: (smiling, giggling a bit) Yeah, funny! (he said, resuming his always happy expression and love) SAM: Ah, good, 'cause it felt like a little outtie tummy-button! (said Sam playfully, stroking his outtie. Casey's tummy jiggled under his giggles, as he pushed his tummy outwards with his hands on his sides for support). CASEY: Yeah, like my outtie! (he said repeating what Sam had said) SAM: (giggling, regaining a bit of confidence to dare to try it again, she didn't know why but she couldn't stop herself from thinking of doing it again. Was it bad? That question kept ringing on the back of her head, but the other half of her brain was full of curiosity and a feeling she couldn't explain... later she would know it was lust and erotism. Her snout was dry and her lower belly felt like a washing machine with a fluffy sweater tumbling inside) A silly outtie inside your undies huh? CASEY: Yeah (said Casey giggling, making a dancing move as Sam had her index poking his outtie) SAM: So this outtie is just like this outtie? (she said now poking above the place where the bulge was. Her finger sank in the cotton undie, feeling little resistance) CASEY: (nodding) Yeah. (he said breathing out slowly) Sam's index rubbed side to side over what would be the boy's pubis. It felt pudgy like his tummy, but the cottony-material was nothing like flesh-to-flesh contact, the touch her finger and her mind now craved. SAM: Uh, Casey... (she tought for a second, then worded her thoughts) Is your weenie soft like your belly-button, I mean, your tummy-button... (she said in a quick correction. Her eyes focused on his cherub face, looking for approval and receiving an innocent and loving playful willingness instead) CASEY: Huh? (he said looking up at her, not in distrust, but with a questioning look) SAM: Uhm, I was wondering if your weenie was soft as your outtie (she said, and stressed the point by circling his outtie without touching it, feeling Casey's tummy trembling under her finger. She made a full ring around the baby tummy bump before holding her index hovering over his undie). CASEY: Oh (he looked down, then up at her) Uhm, I don't know. (he became a little shy again) Casey loved the attention Sam always gave him, but it was a little weird having her touch his undie area. Mom had said it was his weenie or his privates or his peanut or something like that, and other people had touched him there before. Mom touched him there when she bathed him and diapered him, and Miss Audrey touched his undie area too when he had accidents. It was a little funny that Sam was poking him there a lot, but it also felt good having so much attention and love. He felt safe with her and she was his friend. SAM: It's just your outtie feels so soft I guess your weenie feels just as soft right? (Sam's mind raced, not knowing what to say, as in autopilot. She mouthed words her mind did not process. Her mouth felt dry and her head was in the clouds, while hear heart thumped and raced like never before) CASEY: Uhuh (he nodded gently, looking at her with eyes of innocence and trust, his cheeks a little flushed yet his body limp, not tense or in flight-mode) Sam's finger trailed down from his outtie, down his belly to his pubis, lingered there for a second, then moved lower to where his package was, gave it a little poke, and moved lower tracing the outline of the fly of the undies. She wondered if the fly was real. Her index traced the opening just like playing with her own girlie slit. Her short nail buried slightly between the folds of the fly. Her finger wriggled in it, feeling the fabric open more and more. Suddenly, she felt fur. Warm, soft, a bit damp fur. Oh my god! Her brain cells exploded as her left index met the most wonderful surface ever. It was a marshmallowy-peachy heaven, Casey's private parts. Sam looked at Casey, who was looking at Sam's finger moving into his fly. She saw him looking curiously, without fear. He wasn't moving away or pushing her hand away. He hand't said anything or done anything. He was, hers. Sam's index went in a little deeper. The fly was scratching her middle knuckle, as her warm unexperienced fingertip was in contact with Casey's pubic region. Her index moved a bit, exploring. She felt fur, soft, velvety fur. Her finger eagerly explored. She felt a squishy part, and skin that seemed extremely soft and had a round content. Sam's breathing was different than normal, but Casey did not notice. He kept looking at her hand on his undies, something that was funny in his mind. SAM: You're pretty soft here Casey (she said almost in a whisper). CASEY: (nodding) Uhuh... (he answered in the same hushed tone, as if it was a secret) SAM: It's oh so soft Casey. (she said, prodding a bit, being more adventurous) Really, really soft... (she stressed) Casey moved his legs a bit, which made Sam stop, but when he stopped moving and after seeing he was still looking down, she kept rubbing against his fur, trying to figure out what the incredible body part was. SAM: What's this Casey? (she said, feeling the skin that felt that had someting in it) Is it your weenie? (she said, her finger moving slightly in more) CASEY: Uhm... (his left hand reaching down, and unashamedly, pinching his privates over his underwear) It's my ballsies. Sam's heart jumped as he said that. She was actually touching a boys balls. WOW was all her brain could muster. SAM: Ballsies huh? (she said with a loving grin) So soft... (she whispered) Casey's not-so-private region was warm and a bit damp, probably from sweat and maybe a bit of escaped pee. He was a smart three year old but he was a slow learner in the potty department. It was so warm and cozy, Sam's finger could have moved in there and lived forever. SAM: Casey?... (she said questioningly, softly, in a loving way) Casey looked at her, his face a little flushed, his eyes with innocent curiosity and wonder, looking at the girl that was just as nice to him as his own mommy. SAM: ... Where's your weenie then? (she said hoping to keep exploring more, to touch her way to it, to extend the playful kiddie sex game she was now a part of and that caused so much pleasure in her virgin loins) In a swift motion only a kid can, Casey had his right hand in his undie, brushing against Sam's finger. With his left, and without hesitation, he grabbed the hem of his waistband and pulled down, propping his bum up a bit as he did when he was undressing before bathtime with his mom. He pulled a bit out, then down, forcing Sam's finger away as he pulled the waistband down, exposing a soft pudgy mound, and seconds later, his private region. Milky white as the rest of his underbelly, Sam admired a boys underwear-free area. Casey's hand was grabbing his penis and balls in a tight grip, but then let go, and just grabbed his small 1-incher (2 cm) by the shaft between three fingers (index, thumb and middle finger), pointing it a bit up. Sam was mesmerized, seeing her first penis ever, and boy was it a cute one. Soft, tiny and pure, it was uncircumcized, with a bit of skin extending past the tip. The foreskin bunched up in a tiny tube that made a puckering end. His skin was so soft and new and untouched, the ridge of the glans was slightly visible, and a few veins that looked green and reddish could be discerned if looked closely, very closely. From Sam's viewpoint next to Casey, it looked like a milky fleshy finger, with a tight sac underneath that was the same milky white colour. Two slight protrusions shaped like peanuts, his balls Sam knew, were outlined in the slightly rinkled sac. The were the size of jelly beans she guessed. His thighs were slightly chubby, and had a cub fluffiness that made her heart jump. The fur looked a little disheveled, probably from the friction from his undies. Oh my god. Sam's eyes were wide. And Casey just looked at his exposed weenie and ballsies, presenting them to his babysitter without shame or malice. Sam's finger was still in the fly hooking it and keeping Casey's front exposed. The little tyke looked adorable barely clothed, holding his white wormy. Casey looked at Sam, wondering if she saw his weenie now. SAM: Oh, I think I see it now. (she said in a mocked surprise) CASEY: Yeah (he said wiggling it a bit in between his thumb and forefinger now. He held it from the base of the shaft, making only half of the skin-covered glans visible. The rest was between the two fingers that expertely held it) SAM: This is it huh? (she said tapping the foreskined-end, feeling the fleshy tip and having the butterflies in her tummy make a double-back flip. Her index in the fly was used to keep the undie pulled out, as Casey's left hand had stopped holding the waistband open. Casey's free hand was on his belly, toying absentmindedly with his outtie in an adorable, sexy tease that rivaled any male stripper by far) CASEY: (nodding and in a childish hum) Uhuhh SAM: Cute (she said absentmindedly, a true expression from her heart at the sight she had before him). Sam admired his tummy, his belly-button, down to his pubis that had markings from the waistband. They looked like tire tracks on a matted surface. Lower, a prized view she just loved, Casey's front, uncovered by her finger holding the undie, with Casey holding his weenie for her to see. SAM: What's softer, this (she said caressing his outtie and pressing on it gently) or this (she said giving the head of Casey's penis a quick and gentle squeeze, feeling the harder interior within) CASEY: (giggling a bit from both touches, he looked up at Sam, meeting her eyes) I don't know... (he said shyly) SAM: Mhmm, both are lovely, but I guess your weenie here (she said tapping the bunched up skin at the end, making a quick circle) is softer wouldn't you say? (she said with a grin, cheeks flushed) CASEY: (nodding with a disarming smile) Uhuhh (his squeaky voice sounded like a chime, his tummy jiggling with a giggle) Sam moved closer and kissed his forhead in pure love, making Casey close his eyes, then open them after the dry peck. Sam looked at his eyes, then at his groin. SAM: Can I hold it? (she said, as if talking about a puppy or a pet) Looking at his groin, Casey let go of his floppy penis that fell sideways, bounced gently on his baby balls and remained soft pointing down. He didn't even think it twice, it was just like asking him to hand over a glass of juice or a LEGO brick. He put his hand by his sides just like he did when the pediatrician examined him. It was funny Sam was so interested in his weenie. No other person had been so touchy with him there, but he liked her gentle caresses. CASEY: Uhhhuhh (Casey looked at Sam, nodding quickly, his angelic face an inviting gesture to Sam's first sexual experience) SAM: Aw, thank you cutey. (Casey smiled at the word cutey, feeling rewarded for letting Sam touch him. Sam reached out with her left hand, and with two fingers, thumb and index just like Casey, she held his shaft, the first penis ever in her young life). It was the weirdest feeling ever, because the skin was velvety smooth, yet the inside felt like a fleshy tube that if pressed gave a little jolt. Sam, exploring it, gave a gentle squeeze to the baby shaft, seeing Casey's penis react by giving a little quivering jump. After three more squishes, she sort of pinched the tip gently, feeling a harder part inside that she guessed was the glans. Her fingertips seemed to melt on the tiny warm member as her lips were slightly parted, air coming in and out in long inhales and exhales. Her face felt flushed and her whole body felt like she had a fever, but her mind said keep going no mattrer what. Casey meanwhile was looking at her soft hands between his legs, holding his weenie. Sam gave the head another pinch, and seconds later, Casey felt a weird yet familiar feeling. From deep in his tummy, something moved, and made his front tingle. Casey sat up and without a second thought pushed Sam's hand away, holding his own penis and testicles in a tight grip. Sam, scared, looked at him. She knew she had done wrong and was so terrified he had felt uncomfortable and might tell his mom. What would Cass say?! Oh no, would she tell her parents she was an indecent sick girl for touching Caseys privates? Would she go to jail for hurting a boy so young? Casey had a distressing look on his face. He not only looked uncomfortable, but as in an urgent need of something. CASEY: Potty! (he yelped in a cute kiddy voice, and stood quickly, undies at mid thighs. As his soles touched the rug, he ran towards the bathroom, a silly wiggle in him as his undies remained on his legs above his knees) Sam stood up quickly and followed, both in curiosity but mostly out of fear if she had done something bad to Casey. She saw the little boy go in, and quickly sit on a blue and pink potty with a little elephant sticker on it. With slightly parted legs, he pushed his tummy out and bent fowards making his weenie point down, a stream of yellowish urine coming out of his milky penis. The sound of the stream hitting the plastic bowl made Sam's tummy tingle, and she watched in awe, love and eroticm, as this little boy peed. In the distance she heard the shuffling of things but her mind dismissed it. She got closer and knelt before him. SAM: Had to weewee huh? (she said caressing his naked inner thighs, parting his legs more to satisfy her curious kiddy lust) CASEY: (again the little munchkin full of love and energy, smiled and nodded) Yeah, I had to pee a loooooot. (he stressed, as a few drops of yellow pearls kept dribbling and dripping out of that baby sheath). SAM: Good boy. It's good you were quick to come and pee. I'm proud of you... (she said both lovingly and wanting to have contact with him, getting closer and kissing his forehead again, the smell of child pee in her nostrils, mixing with Casey's baby aroma). CASS: Me too little guy (she said in a proud voice, standing by the doorway) Sam gave a little yelp as she turned, lost her balance, and fell on her butt in front of Casey. She was white in the face, blood cold in her veins, as she heard and now saw Cass at the door. Why hadn't she recognized the keys on the door? How much had Cass seen? Oh no, she though, she had been caught red handed. But Cass approached them both, giggling at Sam and kneeling next to her, as she patted Caseys back in motherly love. CASS: Good job hun, I'm glad you made it to the potty dry and without wetsies. (she smiled, as she saw between Casey's legs, the yellow puddle visible) SAM: Oh, uhm (her voice trembling, imperceptible to her), Casey had to pee and uhm, oh, he spilled juice on himself so I took his clothes off, sorry if that wasn't ok... (she bit her lower lip, looking at Cass, waiting for her to blow up) CASS: Ohoh honey (she said turning at Casey), juicy accident huh? (she said patting his back still, Casey naked except for the bunched up undies at the foot of his legs) CASEY: (nodding) Yeah, then Sam helped me take my t-shirt and jeans off (he said retelling the events in childish excitement) and we watched t.v. nakey and played LEGOs and I showeded her my outtie and then I had to pee. CASS: (smiling, she rubbed her son's tummy, pinching his outtie) Huh (she said to Sam) he has a cute one doesn't he? (she said smiling at her son and then at Sam) Sam looked a little pale, but was regaining colour. She nodded, smirking a bit. CASS: You ok honey? (seeing Sam's scared look) I'm sorry it took a little longer than usual, Michelle has a little mess with her finances. (she stroked Casey's leg gently) I didn't have time to change the munchkin into shorts after daycare, and he hadn't peed since. I'm sorry if it was a surprise for you, but I'm glad you handled everything allright and he didn't get a wetsie. (her hand poked Casey's tummy, next to his outtie, eliciting a giggle) Right you little big boy? (this proud remark made Casey smile, beaming at his mom) SAM: Oh yes, sorry, it's just I had never uhm helped a boy pee. (Sam said relaxing a bit, her hands had stopped shaking) CASS: Yeah, it can be an extreme experience, and if you're unlucky, a messy one too. (said Cass smiling at her) All done Casey? (she said looking at his front) Casey nodded. CASS: Poppies young man? (she said in a cute tone that made Sam smile) CASEY: (looking at his mom, he nodded no after thinking for a bit, and unashamedly spread his legs more and looked between them, as if expecting to see a little turd pop out of him and drop on the potty). CASS: You sure? Don't you want to stay here for a bit and see if poopies come out? (she said patting his thigh, something Sam thought was cute and sexy too) Casey tried to stand, but his mom held him by the shoulders. CASS: How about we stay seated for a bit, see if yor tummy (to which she poked, making him squeal) has some poops that need to come out? Casey nodded no and tried to stand again. Cass moved her hand away, letting him. CASS: Ok hun, but wait, you forgot the shakey... (she said pushing her son down to the potty by the shoulders again, then moving her hand between his legs and holding his shaft, she shook his tiny dinky. Looking at Sam, she explained in a motherly way) Oh, boys need to learn to shake the drippy drips that stay on their weenies don't they Casey? (she said looking back at him) CASEY: (blushing, he nods, taking the shaft in his own fingers, and wiggling it, no drops flying everywhere but a cute show for Sam, who's eyes never left his groin) Yeahhh... shakeyy (he said shaking it a bit more, then standing, unashamed) CASS: Undies up (she said, letting Casey pull his undies up himself. He bent over, and unceremoniously pulled them up, the cotton making a feeble scratching sound on his skin as it covered his front in a swift motion. Cass helped Casey pull the tail out of the undie opening, leaving it dangling happily. For Sam, it was as sexy seeing those cartoon undies come down as they were going back up, ridding swiftly up the big toddlers' legs. His tiny shrimpy and balls getting hooked on the waistband, then his baby dicky pointing up, showing its underside rapidly before being flattened by the waistband as the hem rose a bit higher than his pudgy pubic mound. Casey had a visible baby boy "V" shape that nestled in his underwear as he stood up) Casey ran to Sam and jumped on her, hugging her. Sam was surprised, but held him, feeling his warm soft skin. CASS: Oh you silly munchkin, paws first! (she said giggling, swaying her head in an admonishing gesture, then smiling at her cute baby boy) Sam stood with Casey in his arms, turned him over, her hand on his bum, and placed him on the sink edge. Though there was a little stool for him, she held him as Cass opened the faucet and put liquid soap on his hands. As Casey washed his hands, Sam's hands felt his soft, round, fleshy rump in his undies, warm again and so full and comfortable. How she loved the little guy, her head could not fathom why. CASS: (passing a towel to him as she closes the faucet, making Casey pout as he was beginning to splash his hands) No wasting water you. Sam smiled at the motherly scene, she knew Cass adored her son but also wanted him to grow smart and educated, teaching him at every second all she could. Sam placed him on the floor, playfuly patting his bum as Casey ran out to the living room. Re-thinking what she had done, she blushed and turned to Cass, who smiled at her and then nonchalantly moved to empty the potty in the toilet, rinse it, then put it in the same place. CASS: Thank you Sam, you're a natural, he seemed so happy and free to go potty with you. With other babysitters he even waited for me to get home or peed his diapers. He's usually pretty shy and reserved. (she smiled at her) I see you handled it perfectly, but if you have any questions let me know. Sam nodded. CASS: Don't worry, I was dumbstruck too the first time I changed a nappy or took a boy potty. They're just peeing and pooping machines when they're young. (she said giggling) I'll show you how to diaper him if you don't know already (Sam felt the tingling in her tummy again), for nightime you know (Cass said with a sad look. Sam knew it was because Casey still bedwet. Cass wasn't ashamed by it, but rather feared her son's confidence and self esteem would be affected if he was bullied by the other kids in daycare). But it'll be another day, I've kept you from your own stuff long enough today. SAM: (looking at her baby-G, an hour and a half had passed since Cass had gone out) That's ok (she said, hoping she could get a second look and maybe a feel of Casey's parts) I have time. CASS: (dismissing her in a nice way, being conscious of how good Sam was but worried too about her own chores and stuff) No, I think the diapering will have to wait, gonna bathe the dirty munchkin in a little bit and then bedtime (she said looking at her watch). Besides, it wasn't really planned so I don't want to keep you. Sam knew beter than to press on, and she didn't want to seem over-interested in Casey, so she smiled back. SAM: Yeah, next time. CASS: Here, let's go to the living room and I'll pay you. Sam always felt bad about receiving money from Cass for something she enjoyed doing, but the extra cash had allowed herself to buy stuff and even gifts for his parents. CASS: (rumagging her purse) Oh, here, uhuu... (she said picking out a twenty and a five). Here, a little extra too for the first potty. (she said handing her the money) SAM: No, that's ok, just for the uhm hour and a half (they had previously agreed on 12 USD an hour, and if her math didn't cheat her, 18 was the fair pay). CASS: (taking Sam's hand, she placed the money on her palm, knowing how innocent the girl was) It's ok, extra for the in-prompu babysitting and a little extra for the pee! (she said giggling) SAM: Thanks (Sam took the money, blushing a bit, thanking her again, and putting it in her back pocket). CASS: No, thank you hun. Hey Casey (she called out at the boy on the couch, who had a LEGO brick in his undie, causing both girls to giggle)... You munchkin, come here and say good-bye, Sam is leaving. Casey stood up running, jumping on Sam's arms, hugging her in a bear hug. She felt the brick press her lower tummy, and she gently set him on the floor, pointing to it. SAM: Silly you, LEGOs don't go there (she said giggling) Casey looked down, giggling like a little mischivous boy, he pulled his undie down, letting the red LEGO brick fall out, then pulling his undie back up, without fuss or prudeness. Sam smiled, while Cass giggled and nodded her head as all mom's that find out their kids are silly do. SAM: See you later ok? (she said, kneeling and giving him a hug) CASEY: (knowing it wasn't good-bye forever, he hugged her back) Bye Sam. (and he pecked her cheek lovingly, which made Cass's heart melt) Sam stood, reached the door and turning the nob, waved at both of them, as she left apartment 502. Casey went back to playing on the couch for a bit. Bathtime was soon, and then story-time and bedtime, as always. He hoped this night he would stay dry, but he knew his mom and Sam wouldn't get angry if he had a wetsy.