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Miniature

By: cellophanesmile



Lena stopped suddenly in her tracks. The animal was huge and looking right at her. Though the face was cute, Lena wasn't fooled. The animal's mouth was wide and panting, and the teeth looked were shard and carnivorous. He looked like he could crunch those teeth right into her flesh and bones, and he looked hungry. 

Lena was too frightened to move. The animal was staring right at her. She could turn around and try to run away, but he would no doubt catch her. She might have a chance if she tried to play dead. The animal started trotting toward her. This is the end. She thought back to her mother, telling her not to go outside the village. The forest was dangerous, full of dangerous things. Oh why oh why hadn't she listened? She was wondering now. 

She could feel it breath as it sniffed her. It pressed its cold nose against her cheek then her shoulder then her stomach, sniffing furiously. Then out of nowhere, it licked her. Lena turned to look at the animal. It was as tall as her and covered in white fur. 

It nuzzled her face with its furry head, and Lena suddenly wondered why she had been so afraid. The thing licked her again, and Lena hesitantly reached out and ran her hand over its head. She laughed as it wagged its tail. 

"What are you?" she asked it in wonder. Her mother had been wrong after all. Her mother was way too overly cautious, she thought to herself. The outside forest was fine, it had such wonderful friendly creatures. 

Lena continued to pet its fur, which was so soft and fluffy. The thing was about as big as a horse, which gave Lena an idea. Without really thinking it through, she wrapped her arms as best she could around its neck and was just able to maneuver herself onto its back. She discovered that the animal had some sort of necklace tight around its neck. She started to examine it, but suddenly the animal took off. 

"No, no," she called to it, holding onto the band around its neck so as not to fall off. "Slow down," she begged it, but the animal ran so fast. Lena closed her eyes and buried her face in the animal's furry neck. It seemed oblivious to its passenger, and ran freely through the forest. 

It wasn't until Lena thought that she could hang on no longer that the beast slowed down. Lena immediately rolled off its back onto the grass. The animal trotted off without a care in the world, leaving Lena lying abandoned far from home. 

"Stupid animal," she cursed it as she stood up, but what she saw stopped her dead. She was no longer in the forest, but in a strange strange place. She was surrounded by grass. In front of her was a giant building made from some material she had never seen before. To her left was a rectangular body of crystal clear water with stone-like things surrounding it. Lena barely had time to take it in when she saw something that distressed her even more than the unfamiliar surroundings. 

Lena screamed as she saw him. He was one of the giants her mother had warned her about, one of the horrible monsters that would do unspeakable things to her. Oh why hadn't she listened to her mother and staid safely in their little compound? Why had she impetuously gone out exploring? 

She knew he had seen her standing there in the grass, just as surely as she had seen him. After the first instant of startled fear, she knew she had to run. There was still a chance. She couldn't outrun the monster, but perhaps she could find a place to hide, somewhere small to escape through. 

She turned and ran. "Hey," she heard the booming voice call out behind her. There was nothing but empty grass in front of her, causing her to panic. Out of the corner of her eye she saw leafy bushes lining the side of the house. It was her only chance. If only she could escape his line of sight, she might be able to sneak away without him seeing. 

She became suddenly aware that her feet were no longer running across grass, but rather something hard and stone-like. She became aware that she was dreadfully close to the big square of water. The man was right behind her, she wasn't going to make it. 

She could almost feel him bending down to scoop her up into his dreadful giant paws. She couldn't see where she was running until it was too late. She found her self sprawled on top of a hard surface, a surface that was moving rapidly. She was so dizzy she didn't even realize where she was headed until she hit the water. 

There were no more thoughts, only an instinct for survival. The something hard had splashed overtop of where she fell, knocking her lower into the water. She kicked her arms and legs. She gasped, but there was nothing to fill her lungs but water. The water burned her eyes, so she shut them. So this was the end. 

***

James took a swig of lemonade out of the container and put it back in the fridge. It was a hot summer day, and he was not looking forward to mowing the lawn, but knew he had put it off too long. This was his first summer back from college, and though he had missed his parents and home, he found that living with them again was a pain in the but. He had just gotten used to freedom, but was now was being once again forced to do labors around the house. He did get free food again, though, and his mother did his laundry, so he didn't really feel like he had that much of a right to complain. 

The sweltering sun hit him as soon as he walked outside. He groaned and started to walk toward the shed. Being outside in this heat just wasn't fair, he thought. He was so busy complaining to himself that he almost missed her. He happened to catch a little fleck of color mixed in with the grass out of the corner of his eye. At first he thought it must be one of his sister's toys, but he turned his head and what he saw caused him to stop dead in his tracks. It was a tiny girl. 

He instantly remembered all the rumors of the tiny humans that still lived among them. He figured there might still be some tiny people left, but he never dreamed that he would see one. There was nothing misshapen or off about her. Everything about her was proportionate, except for the fact that she was no taller than his forearm. 

She stood there staring at him with as much shock as he was staring at her. He could see a look of terror plastered on her tiny face, just before she turned and ran. "Hey," James called out after her. He didn't want her to leave. He wanted to know where she came from; he wanted to talk to her.

James chased after her. He didn't want to frighten her, but he also didn't want to let her get away. He would calm her down after he caught her. He couldn't get over how strange it was to see such a tiny little person running around. She was wearing a short dress, one that showed off her thighs as she ran. He perversely wondered what her tiny body would look like naked, and what it would be like to hold such a delicate, beautiful little creature. 

James instantly chastised himself. She might be tiny, but she wasn't a pet. She was still a human with human feelings. He was about to bend down and pick her up in his arms when she suddenly ran straight into his sister's skateboard, which she insisted on leaving dangerously by the pool. 

The girl hit the skateboard with all her momentum, causing the thing to fly forward and knock both the girl and itself into the pool. James was worried the little creature had hurt herself, and he ran and pulled the skateboard out of the water so he could see where the girl was. He could easily see her in the clear water. She was a sinking mass of hair and limbs. She was still shallow enough that he could just sink his arm into the water and grab her around the waist. He pulled her out, and she was instantly coughing and gasping, pushing the wet, tangled mess of hair out of her face. 

James watched her with fascination as tried to orient herself after her tumble in the water. It took her about a minute to stop coughing and to get the water out of her eyes and nose and mouth. James held her firmly and but loosely enough so as not to hurt her. He felt like King Kong holding this tiny woman in his fist. 

She looked up at him, and seemed to once again register what was going on. She started to scream and kick her legs uselessly. She punched his hand and raked her tiny fingernails across his skin. 

"Shhh," he told the screaming girl. Not wanting any nosy neighbors to see what he had, he quickly walked back into the house. His little bundle was still screaming hysterically, so he cupped his hand behind her head with his thumb firmly over her mouth. 

He felt her sharp little teeth the instant he did it. 

"Ow," he said, more in surprise than pain, as he pulled his hand away. 

"Let go of me you monster!" she shouted at him, hitting his hand with her puny little blows. 

"Just hold on a second," James tried to tell her. She was trying to squirm out of his grasp. 

"You beast, you beast!" she kept yelling at him. 

"Be quiet,' James thundered at her, and she suddenly stopped struggling, seemingly realizing that it was hopeless. He could feel her body shake as she started to hopelessly sob. She put her hands up to hide her face as she cried, and James felt like a heel. 

"I'm sorry. Don't cry," he told the girl. This actually seemed to help a little, since she looked up at him in confusion. Tears were still running down her cheeks, but her sobbing slowed down. 

"I'm James," he told her gently. She was looking up at him with trepidation, but with less terror than before. 

"What's your name?" James asked her. 

She looked at him suspiciously, but seeming to find no reason not to tell him, spoke, "Lena."

"Nice to meet you," James answered. 

Lena cocked her head up at James, then looked down at where he was holding her around the waist. "Are you going to put me down?" she asked him. 

"Depends," he answered, "Do you promise not to run away?"

Lena glanced defiantly up at him for a moment, but then reluctantly nodded. James wasn't sure whether or not to believe her, but he set her down on her feet on top of the kitchen table. How far could she really get? Her eyes darted around quickly, but she stayed in place. He thought he saw her spending a little too much time looking at the distance from the tabletop to one of the chairs, but then she turned back to him. 

"Who are you?" she demanded, putting her hands on her waist. Despite her bravado, he could see that her whole body was shivering with fear. He felt admiration for the tiny, braveness she displayed. 

"I told you, I'm James," he answered. 

"What do you want with me?" she asked him. 

James wasn't really sure how to answer that. "I've never seen anyone like you before," he answered truthfully. 

"I'd like to go home, then," she told him. 

"Where's home?" he asked curious now. Did she live with more little people like her? 

Lena looked at him suspiciously and didn't answer. "What's your home like, then?" he asked, "Who do you live with?"

"I live with my parents. They are going to be really worried about me." It was her intention to make him feel guilty for holding her there, and it worked. 

"Don't worry, I'll let you go home," he told her, and her head shot up with shock and glee. 

"Really?" she said, as though he had just said the most unexpected and impossible thing. 

"Yes," he told her. "How old are you?" 

"What does it matter?" she looked at him untrustingly, "Can I please go now?"

"Geez," he said, "I'm just curious. I told you, I've never seen anyone like you before. How about you answer some questions and then I'll let you go. Okay?"

"What do you want to know," she crossed her arms. 

"How old are you?" he asked again. 

"Eighteen."

"I'm nineteen," he told her, not that she cared though. "How did you come to be in my yard?" he questioned. 

"An animal brought me here." 

"An animal?" he questioned, "What kind of animal."

"I don't know. I've never seen anything like it before." James noticed that she had stopped shaking, and that most of her reluctance and fear slowly seemed to be leaving her. "It was big, like a horse, but it was a lot more furry and had a bigger head.

"Big like a horse?" he questioned her. "You have horses where you come from?"

"Yes. I have one of my very own. Her name's Bristles."

"Exactly how big is your horse?" James asked her curiously. The horses must be miniature too, for the tiny people to be able to control them. Lena gestured on her hand about as high as her shoulder. 

"What color was this animal?" James asked, an idea formulating in his mind. 

"White." 

James burst out laughing, immediately knowing what she was talking about. "That was my dog." James was laughing at the idea of his family's tiny, yipping dog being described as horse size. 

Lena looked at him in confusion, then in anger. "What's so funny?" she demanded. 

James stopped laughing. Lena was looking at him so haughtily, all signs of fear were gone. He was happy that this little girl had come to trust him enough to stand up to him without fear. 

"Nothing," he told her, the dog of course would seem large to her tiny frame. 

"You've never heard of dogs?" he questioned her, and she simply shook her head. "I'm curious. How did my dog bring you back here?"

Lena shrugged and seemed to be a little embarrassed. "He was about the same size as a horse. I though I might try to ride him," she shrugged. "I climbed on his back and grabbed the thing that was around his neck. But then all of a sudden he started running so fast, and all I could do was hold on. I climbed off as soon as he stopped."

"How long were you on his back?" James questioned with a smile at the curious girl who got stuck on his dumb dog's back. 

"I don't know, but it seemed like forever. I was too afraid to let go."

"Have you ever seen a normal size person before?" he wondered. 

"Everyone I know is normal size." James wasn't sure if she was being defiant or if she really didn't know that people weren't naturally her size. 

"Have you ever seen anyone my size then?" he asked her. If she didn't know that people weren't supposed to be that little, he didn't want to be callous and tell her. And if she only said that out of anger, he didn't want to sound patronizing by explaining. 

"No," Lena shook her head.

"But you know about people my size?" he questioned. 

"My mother told be about you," she nodded. 

"What did she say? How does she know about us?"

"My mother used to live with the giants before my father brought her back to our village."

"How many people live in your village?" James asked. 

Lena shrugged, "I'm not sure."

"Are there a lot of people? Do you know everyone?"

Lena shrugged again. "I know everyone. I'm not sure how many of us there are. Maybe 500 or so."

James raised his eyebrows. "And you live out in the woods?"

Lena nodded. James found it hard to imagine a whole village of 500 little people living in the forest behind his house. 

James was thinking of another question to ask her when the phone suddenly rang. Lena jumped suddenly, whipping her head around to see where the sound was coming from. "What's that?" she now had a question for him. 

"Just the phone," he told her as he went to answer it. 

"Hello," he said into the receiver. 

"Hey man, how's it going?" it was his friend, Todd. 

"It's going," James said, trying to sound casual. If he was going to tell anyone about the little person he found, it sure wasn't going to be Todd. The guy could be fun to hang out with sometimes, but James found him to be a general dipshit—a funny dipshit, but none the less. 

"Do you want to go pick up some babes later tonight?" Todd questioned, as if he ever got any girls. 

"No, I'm busy," James said. He hadn't really hung out with Todd or any of his other high school friends since the summer began. He felt like college had matured him in some way, and his old friends kind of got on his nerves. 

"Whatever dude, your loss," Todd answered, "I got some real fine hunnies lined up."

"I'll pass. Talk to you later," James said, hanging up the phone. During the conversation, he had been watching Lena the entire time, making sure she didn't try to do anything stupid like hurl herself off the table and make a break for it.

Lena looked at him curiously when he hung up. "What was that?" she questioned him. 

"The telephone. You've never heard of a telephone?" 

Lena shook her head. James decided that he wasn't surprised. He guessed that the little people probably had no way of getting electricity or appliances in their little village in the woods. 

"The telephones always me to talk to people who are far away," he explained. 

Lena immediately perked up. "You mean I could talk to my parents?" she questioned, eyeing the telephone longingly. 

James shook his head, sorry to disappoint her. "It doesn't work like that. The other person has to have a telephone too."

"Oh," Lena's shoulder's dropped. "Do you have anymore questions?" she asked dejectedly. 

"I guess not," James said. "Though I would like to see your village."

Lena suddenly started with panic, "You can't!" she practically shouted.

"Why not?" James asked. "It sounds fascinating."

Lena suddenly got a look on her face like something horrible had just occurred to her, like she had made a terrible mistake. The look of terror returned to her eyes and she looked accusingly at him. 

"What?" James questioned, really having no idea why she was suddenly so upset. 

"I'm not stupid," Lena gasped out, "I can see what you're trying to do. I would never, never lead you back to my family and friends! Do what you want with me, but you won't get anyone else."

Despite the fact that her quivering had returned, she put a determined expression on her face and tried to set her body as rigidly as possible. 

James now looked slightly horrified. "I'm not going to do anything to you, and I don't want to hurt any of your friends either." James tried to assure her. 

"You told me you would let me go. If you're telling the truth, then keep your word. Let me leave," she asked him. 

"It's dangerous out there in the woods. I would take you back to your village, but if you went by yourself, you could get hurt. Do you even know the way back?" James was genuinely concerned for the small girl who could so easily get hurt or lost out in the forest, but all Lena heard was that she was not allowed to go back on her own. This seemed to confirm her fears, and she started crying, thinking she would never see her family again. 

"Now stop crying," James told her gently, but she couldn't. 

James then heard the garage door opening. "Oh shit," he cursed, knowing that it was his parents coming home. 

James quickly picked the girl up and raced her up to his room. She wasn't even fighting him anymore, just sobbing. 

He went up to his room and quickly looked for a place where he could keep her. He opened the deep drawer in his desk, throwing out the few things he had in there and setting the girl down inside. The drawer was deep enough that she could stand up with about an inch or two overhead. There was enough space that she could walk about five or six paces from front to back and about three from side to side. All she did, though, was sit down and continue to cry. 

"James, we're home!" he heard his mother call from the kitchen. "Did you mow the lawn?"

"Not yet mom!" he called out to her. 

"James, you had all day!" she shouted back, "Now you get down here and mow the lawn before the sun sets," she said sternly. 

"Coming!" he called. 

"I'm going to have to leave you here for a few hours, okay? We can talk more in a little bit." James started to shut the door, but then felt horribly guilty for what he was about to do. 

He opened the drawer back up and quickly grabbed a clean shirt from his closet, balling it up so she would have somewhere soft to lie down. He was about to close the drawer again, but his mind was suddenly filled with visions of his mother coming to pick up his room or put laundry away, and hearing a tiny voice coming from his desk drawer. 


Miniature Ch. 02



"I brought you some food," James said gently as he walked into his room. Lena was still sitting against the corner and she stubbornly refused to look up at him. 

"I'm curious what you normally eat, do you have tiny food where you come from?" James asked. Lena only glared up at him. 

"Here," James had unloaded the stuff onto his desktop. He picked Lena up out of the drawer and sat her on the desk as well. "Help yourself to whatever you like," he told her, motioning to the small range of food he had gathered from his kitchen. 

"You liar," Lena accused spitefully, apparently not able to hold her anger in any longer. "You told me that you had never seen a little person like me before, but then where did these clothes come from?" she questioned. 

She was standing now, and James could get a better look at her body. The shorts fit her pretty well. Her breasts were smaller than Barbie's, though, and the shirt was a bit awkward. The neckline drooped a bit and threatened to fall off her shoulder. The shirt was intended to be a belly shirt, so it didn't cover her torso all the way. 

"They are for a doll," James explained. "My sister has a bunch of Barbie dolls, they are really popular, and they sell a bunch of clothes to go with them."

Lena looked at him suspiciously. "Here, I'll show you," James laughed as he picked Lena back up in his hand and started to walk toward the attic.

Lena appeared to be very interested in all the Barbie things that were just her size. "Look at that house," she said to herself and James set her down inside of it. She curiously explored the big pink house. She tried to turn the sink faucet in the kitchen, which of course didn't work. She opened the refrigerator door and inspected some of the fake food. 

"It's all fake," she told him as she held a tiny plastic turkey that looked life size in her hands. 

"They're just toys," he told her. She walked up the spiral staircase carefully, and lay down in Barbie's hard, plastic bed. 

"What an intricate doll house," she said curiously, looking up at him.

"So I guess you're talking to me now?" he questioned her with a grin. She just glared up at him, making James chuckle. 

James reached into the box he had left open from before and pulled out one of the barbies, setting it down next to her. Lena closely inspected the doll that was as tall as her, grabbing its arm and moving it, feeling the hard, smooth plastic. 

"Are you hungry?" he eventually asked, feeling hungry himself. 

"Yes," Lena said, and he picked her up, taking her back to his room. 

James set her down on top of his desk where he had set all the food. He watched her interestedly as she inspected the fare. "What is all this stuff?" she asked, picking up a potato chip in both her hands. 

"That's a potato chip," he told her. "What sort of foods do you eat where you come from?" he asked her curiously.

Lena eyed him warily, then hesitantly answered, "We have potatoes," she delicately sniffed the yellow crisp in her hands, "But no potato chips."

"Are your potatoes normal size?" James asked her, picturing a bunch of men digging up a potato that was bigger than they were.

"Yes," Lena looked up at him. 

"I mean, are they about the size of your hand or the size of your body?" he asked her, realizing that she didn't know what "normal size" was. 

"The size of my hand," Lena answered. 

"Interesting," James said to himself. He was getting more and more curious to see the tiny village where she lived, where everything was the same except smaller. 

"Why don't you try it," he said, as she was still holding the potato chip, but not eating it. 

Lena looked from him to the potato chip, before she took a small bite out of it. She chewed and swallowed before looking up at him with surprised eyes. "It's good!" she said amazedly, taking another bite. 

"Wait till you try this," he said, handing her a small square of chocolate. "Have you ever had chocolate before?" he wondered, and Lena shook her head no. She wasn't so hesitant to eat this time, but eagerly took a bite. 

"That is so good!" she exclaimed, "It's better than anything I've ever tasted before!" She greedily took a few more bites, "What else is there?"

Lena tried everything he had brought up. She really liked the cold pizza and cheese puffs. James laughed out loud when he saw how practically her entire face and hands had turned orange with the cheesy powder, and got her a napkin to wash herself. She had some of the vegetables and fruit he brought, but said that her village had those things, albeit smaller. She was more interested in trying the things she had never had before. 

"Aren't you full yet?" James asked, amazed how she had managed to fit so much food into her tiny body. 

Lena groaned and sat down on the desk. "Are you okay?" James asked her.

"I feel sick," she said. James cursed himself for letting her pig out so much. It was too much to eat for anyone, let alone someone who had never had junk food before. He was just too enthralled with the ecstatic look in her eyes as she tried all the new things, and how cute she looked munching on the oversized food gripped between her two hands. 

"Sorry, I should have warned you," James admitted guiltily, "Junk food can make you feel a bit nauseated if you eat too much," he told her. 

Lena just groaned, and James realized that she was turning green. "Oh no," he said, picking her up, realizing that she was going to puke. He rushed her to the bathroom and set her by the sink just in time. She leaned her head over the edge of the porcelain bowl, puking up the food she had just eagerly gobbled down. 

"You poisoned me," she said between her puking bouts, tears streaming down her face as she emptied her stomach. 

"No," James said horrified. "You'll be fine. Just an upset stomach," he said. He rubbed his finger against her small back as she continued to puke into the basin. 

"There, there," he said soothingly, until her stomach was finally emptied. He turned on the sink to wash the remnants of her meal away and filled up a Dixie cup with cold water. 

"Here, drink some water," he told her. She was lying prostrate against the sink, her eyes closed. She didn't respond. "Come on," he coaxed, "Just to get the taste out of your mouth."

She opened her eyes, and struggled to sit up. James supported her back, and held the cup for her as she drank some water. James was so wrapped up in what he was doing that he didn't even hear his sister come to the bathroom door until it was too late. 

"Holy shit!" Jaime shouted, as she looked at the tiny person her brother was holding. At first glance, Jaime had thought that he was playing with dolls, but then the tiny figure moved. 

James's head whipped around, and he stared at his sister in horror. "What is that?" Jaime asked, staring down at the woman. 

"Just relax for a second, J," James said, holding his hands out in front of him, looking a bit wary of her. 

"What is going on here," Jaime's head whipped from her brother to the tiny woman who was looking at her a bit nervously. 

"Just hold on a second. I can explain everything," he said. 

Jaime stared at her brother in shock, but didn't say anything, only stared at him, waiting for the promised explanation. 

"Come into my room," he said, picking up Lena and carrying her with him. Jaime followed him, and James set Lena down on his desk. 

"J," he said to his sister, "I would like you to meet Lena. Lena, this is my sister Jaime." He said, not really sure where to start the explanation, and thinking that it was only polite to introduce them. 

"Hello," Jaime replied. 

"Hi," Lena said. She still looked a little sick, but still stood on her feet, looking appraisingly between James and his sister. 

"What the fuck is going on?" Jaime asked when her brother didn't start answering her questions fast enough. 

"Okay," James said, "Knowing that there was nothing he could do but come clean to his sister. Lena says that she comes from a village in the forest out back, where there are other small people like her. She climbed on DeeDee's back, who brought her to our yard. She fell in the pool, and I fetched her out and brought her inside and gave her some old Barbie clothes to wear." James told the basic events of the day, leaving out the parts which made him sound like a total ass, the part about him keeping her against her will. 

"What?" Jaime said, more as an exclamation of disbelief than one of miscomprehension. She stared at Lena, who stared back at her. 

"This is insane," she said, but the proof was right there before her eyes. "Laura is going to freak!" 

"No!" James shouted as soon as the words were out of her mouth. "You can't tell anyone!" he denied. 

Jaime got a mischievous look in her eyes. "I mean it Jaime," James told his little sister. 

"What are you planning on doing with her anyway? She can't stay here forever with no one finding out," Jaime warned. 

"I don't know what's going to happen yet." James told her, "She's eventually going to go back to her village. We just have to find it first." James said this, though he and Lena hadn't talked about it. She seemed to have started trusting him, but she might still be too suspicious to let him see her home. 

"Mom and dad are going to find out," Jaime said off-handedly. She was studying Lena, who was now lying on the desk, apparently having fallen asleep. 

"She got sick from eating too much," he explained to Jaime, who was looking at the little woman curiously. James was looking down at her fondly, and Jaime didn't miss the look in her brother's eyes when she glanced up at him. 

"You perv," she accused. James snapped his head around to look at her, startled. 

"What are you talking about?" he asked, outraged. 

"You like her," Jaime accused. "Gross James. That's just gross."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I just feel responsible for her." James was a little flustered by his little sister's comment, which put a voice to what he feared was true. He did have some tender, inexplicable feelings for the girl. But nothing would come of it, so he pushed it aside. 

"Listen," he said, grabbing his sister's shoulders. "You just have to promise me that you won't tell anyone about her. Okay?" his question was more of a command. 

"All right," Jaime held up her hands in surrender, and James let go of her shoulders. "If..." she added, and James sighed and looked at her. It was just like Jaime to try and get something out of him. 

"I want you to set me up on a date with Todd," she said, crossing her arms, waiting for the challenge she knew her brother would give her. 

"Todd? Todd Clifton?" he questioned disbelievingly. Jaime nodded. 

"Absolutely not," he denied, shaking his head in stunned disapproval. He had no idea that his sister had a crush on his former best friend, or would want to go out with him. 

"Then I'm telling everyone," Jaime said stubbornly. 

James eyed his sister. She could be unpredictable sometimes, and he wouldn't put it psat her to tell, just to spite him. 

"Why would you want to go out with a loser like him anyway?" James tried a different tactic. 

"Nice way to talk about your friend," she said scathingly. 

"No, no way," James said, scolding himself for even entertaining the outrageous thought for a minute. "He's nineteen years old!"

"So?" Jaime replied. 

"You're thirteen!" He couldn't believe that she didn't see how ridiculous she was being. "I'm not going to set my baby sister up with a nineteen year old pothead," he complained. He knew he was being unfair. Todd did smoke pot occasionally, but he wasn't a mush-for-brains druggie by any means. Still at that point, he didn't care. He wasn't going to let his baby sister around some nineteen-year-old horn-dog. 

Jaime's mouth screwed up in anger. "Fine. I'm going to go tell mom and dad right now. She stomped out of the room, and it was only another second before James followed her. "Fine, fine," he said, catching her by the arm. "I'll see what I can do."

Jaime squealed and jumped up and hugged him. "Thank you big brother!" she said happily, "Are you going to call him now?" she questioned. 

"I'll call him tomorrow," he said resignedly. 

Jaime glanced at the clock. It was only around 7:30. "It's still early. You can call him now," she said, eagerly pushing him toward the phone. Rather than argue with her, he picked up the phone and dialed Todd's number, figuring that his friend would already be out. To his surprise, Todd picked up. 

"Hey man, you change your mind?" Todd's voice questioned from the other line. 

"Uh," James looked over at his sister. Rather than have her eavesdrop, he decided to just go hang out with Todd for a little while. His also figured it would make his friend a little more willing to help him. "Yeah, actually I did."

"Cool." Todd replied. 

"I'll meet you at your house," he said, hanging up the phone. 

Jaime looked up at him expectantly. 

"I'm going over there for a couple of hours," James told her, "Watch over Lena, okay?" he asked her. Jaime nodded. Despite the fact that she could be a brat sometimes, he knew that he could trust her with important things, when it really came down to it.  

"Long time no see," Todd greeted his friend as he waited in the opened the door leading from the garage to his room in the basement. 

"Yeah, how's it hanging?" James greeted him, giving his friend a half hug and a pat on the back. "How's college going for you?" Todd questioned as he sat down on the couch. His room was exactly what you would expect from a community college dropout who was living in his parents' basement. The coffee table had chip bags and game controllers strewed over it. There were crumbs ground into the carpets and dirty laundry everywhere. The only thing that appeared to be clean in the entire place was a basket of neatly folded laundry in the corner, obviously put there by his mother. 

"It's good," James answered. He thought about asking his friend how things were going for him, but he knew that he was working at the local grocery store, and he didn't really want to sound like an arrogant jerk by making him say it. 

"I've got a favor to ask you," James said, diving right in. 

Todd laughed. "Ah, so here's the reason for your visit," Todd said, making James feel guilty. There was good-natured smile on Todd's face, though, showing that he wasn't angry, making James feel a little bit better. 

"Um, you know my sister, right?" James asked, not really sure how to ask his friend to take his sister out. 

"Yeah, sure. Jaime right?" Todd nodded. He picked up a bag of chips of the table and offered some to James, who shook his head. 

James continued as his friend munched. "Well, apparently she likes you or something," James shrugged. 

Todd raised his eyebrows at him. "No kidding?" he asked. "But what's the favor."

James tried to keep the look of disgust as he pictured this guy taking his sister on her first date, and just forced himself to ask the question. "Could you just, maybe, take her to he movies one night."

Todd raised his eyebrow at his friend, setting the bag of chips down. "You want me to go on a date with your kid sister?"

James's eyes narrowed at the way he phrased the question. "Yeah, I guess so," he said. "You'd just have to take her somewhere one time. Two hours at a movie then bring her back home." James was feeling more and more apprehensive the deeper he got into this thing. He was already starting to worry about his little sister, and Todd hadn't even agreed yet. 

"Uh, yeah sure. I'll take the kid out. What the heck." Todd said, leaning back against the couch. 

James was surprised at how easily Todd agreed to do this. James hadn't even had to bribe him with money yet, which he for sure thought that he would have to do. This made him suspicious. 

"Todd," he said threateningly, "If you even lay one hand on my baby sister, I swear to God—"

"Dude, dude," Todd cut him off, "Are you going to threaten me when I just agreed to do you a favor?" he asked, though he had a teasing grin on his face. 

James looked at him warningly. "Come on man," he said, "I wouldn't make a move on my best friend's sister," he said sincerely. 

James once again felt guilty. Best friends. James hadn't really thought about Todd that much since going away to college, but now he thought back on their time together in high school. Though they hadn't discussed it back then, he guessed they were best friends.

"Yeah, sorry." James said. "Thanks."

"Sure," Todd shrugged, "When do you want this to happen?" he asked. 

"How about Saturday?" he questioned. "You can pick her up at six and have her back by eight?" James questioned. 

"Yeah, okay," Todd agreed. There was a knock on the door and some guys came down into the basement. 

"What's up?" there was a general greeting all the way around. James recognized two guys from high school, and they greeted him with warmly. There was another guy who James didn't recognize, and Todd introduced him as a new friend. 

They were discussing their plans to go out and meet up with some girls when James felt like it was time for him to leave. "I got go," he said to Todd. 

"What? You're not coming with us?" he asked. 

"Nah, I have stuff to do early tomorrow," he made up an excuse. 

One of the guys from high school and Todd made a minimal effort to get him to stay before giving up and James made his escape. 

As he drove home, he started thinking about Lena. He wondered if she was still sleeping or if she had woken up. Then he started wondering if she had woken up, what she would say to Jaime. What if she convinced Jaime to let her go? He felt a slight panic before he realized that even if that were the case, they wouldn't go anywhere at night. 

When he got home, he found that Lena was in fact still asleep, though a pillow was under her body. Jaime had fallen asleep in his bed, and he picked her up and carried her to her room before going back to his own bed. He found that he had some trouble falling asleep, and he simply lay in bed, watching Lena until he finally closed his eyes for the night.



Miniature Ch. 03



James enjoyed showing Lena all the things that were new to her. She had never heard of television, and was quite surprised and amazed by it, as she was the radio. Despite the new technologies that James introduced her to, what Lena seemed to like best about the normal-sized world were all the books. While Lena knew how to read, her town had a very limited selection of literature. There was a newspaper that was printed up once a week, she told him, and accounts of their history in the town hall, but not books like were available to James. 

Lena liked the hardcover books, the ones that would stay spread open against the wall. James would open on for her, and she could spend hours in front of it. James thought it was cute and funny when she spread the pages, grapping one in her hand and walking it over to the other side. 

Paperbacks proved to be a bit more difficult. Lena tried to spread them out on the desk and secure them with a paper weight, but the angle of the words hurt Lena's eyes, so James soon started getting hard-cover copies of any book she wanted to read. 

Lena especially liked history. She read about people and wars and inventions, some of which were so amazing and foreign to her that James had to assure her multiple times that they in fact actually were real and had happened. She had read about genocide and murders and all the horrible things people had done to each other, and James had instantly regretted giving her some of the material when she had cried uncontrollably. James wanted to hold her, hug her, comfort her. But she was too small for him to wrap his arms around. The best thing he could do was pick her up and hold her against his chest, which he did. He held her right next to his heart. 

"Why would people do that to each other?" she asked him when she was able to talk. James was surprised at how innocent she was. He had heard about these horrible things happening on such a regular basis, that he guessed he had hardened himself to it. Where she had come from, there were no wars recorded, no prejudice, no hate crimes. 

"That's just the human condition," he told her cynically, "War has been around since man has been alive, as well as murder. People hate those who are different than them. It's human nature to be greedy and jealous."

Lena had gotten mad at him. "Not where I come from, not my friends, not my parents. It's you," she accused, "You are the ones who kill each other."

"Tell me," James asked, "How far back do those history books in your town go?" 

Lena had gone from sadness to anger. She had stopped crying, though the tears on her cheeks weren't completely dry. She struggled in his hand. "Put me down," she ordered. Lena didn't seem to mind James picking her up at all, except when she was annoyed, in which case it became the absolute worst thing he could do. 

James set her down on his floor, and she stomped over to his closet, which they had made into her own little room. James had hung a blanket over the bottom shelve of his closet, which acted like a curtain. Lena made her room under the shelf. There was foam and scraps of cloth for her bed and blankets. James had given her a little mirror, which she had propped up against the wall. 

She also had boxes of Barbie clothes that she could choose from. At her request, James had bought her some tiny needles and thread that she could sew with. She sewed her own clothes out of fabric he brought her and she also altered some of the Barbie clothes. There was a large flashlight that could light up pretty much the whole little room, as well as a miniature key-chain one that worked as a regular flashlight for Lena. 

Lena went there now, closing the curtain behind her. James sat on the floor outside. "Lena, I'm sorry. Will you please come out?" he asked. 

"No!" she shouted out to him.

"I'm sorry I said that. I don't know why you're so upset, though." And it was the truth. Sure, he didn't have to be so insensitive after she had cried for the history of human kind, but it wasn't like he was personally responsible for everything bad that happened. 

"Why am I so upset?" Lena said, coming out from behind the curtain. "You've always been so nice to me," Lena said, and now she sounded more sad than angry, "I didn't know that this whole time you hated me. I didn't know that you've ever wanted to kill people." 

James was in complete shock. "I don't hate you!" James denied. "And I don't want to kill people. Just because that's what happened in the past doesn't mean that I have or want to do those things. Honestly Lena, do you really believe that I hate you?"

"People hate people who are different than them," she quoted his words from before, "It's the human condition."

James let out a desperate, disbelieving laugh. "Lena," he said after a moment, "I was talking in general. I don't hate anybody and I don't want to hurt anybody either. Jesus. You're insane if you think I hate you. Have I ever done anything to hurt you?"

"I'm sorry, James. I guess when you said those things, you made it sound like all big people were like that. You seemed so much like me, except for the size thing, and when I found out all those horrible things, I guess I just thought that maybe we were more different than I thought." She looked up at him now, taking a shuddery breath. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thought that about you. You're the nicest man I've ever met."

James's heart did a little flip when she said that about him. Now he grinned at her. "Don't let it go to your big head," she told him, walking over and hugging his knee. James laughed and patted her back gently. 

"You know, Jaime's date is tonight," Lena said after a moment, obviously wanting to change the subject. Over the past week, Lena had become close with Jaime. She didn't even mind Jaime's penchant to sometimes treat her like a doll, fixing her hair and dressing her up. 

Jaime had told Lena all about her crush on Todd, and although she had mentioned that they talked about it to James, Lena was a true confidante and wouldn't give into his demands for details. 

"Don't remind me," he groaned. Lena laughed. 

"I think it's cute," she told him, climbing up and perching on his knee. James leaned back against his bed. 

"Cute that my little sister is going out with a guy six years older than her, and she's only thirteen and shouldn't even be dating anyways?" James asked, crossing his arms. Lena laughed at him. 

After Jaime and Lena had become close, friends even, James knew that he could trust her to keep the secret. He debated even calling Todd and telling him to cancel the date with Jaime, now that he knew she wouldn't tell, and if Todd canceled, he, James, wouldn't be the bad guy, it might even cause Jaime to forget her crush on the older boy. It looked like a win win situation from James's point of view. Lena had vehemently denied him doing this, though, when he told her about it. Jaime is so excited, she would be devastated, Lena scolded him. James had given up then. 

They went on chatting, Lena again apologized for her earlier assumption, criticizing herself for how stupid she had been. She blushed with embarrassment when she mentioned it, but James told her not to worry about it. James didn't notice it was six until the doorbell rang and Jaime was yelling goodbye. 

James quickly stood up, putting Lena on the floor. "I'll be right back," he told her, hurrying out of his room and down the stairs, catching Jaime and Todd as Jaime was trying to push Todd out of the house before James could interfere. 

"What do you think you are wearing?" James bellowed before he even thought about what he was saying. He sounded like their father, who thank goodness was away out. If his parents knew that Jaime was going out with someone six years older than her, they would never have allowed it. And Jaime would be grounded for who knew how long if their father had seen what she was wearing. 

Jaime, his tomboy of a little sister, who never wore anything other than jeans, t-shirts, and hoodies, was wearing a mini skirt, a tight tank top, and high heels. She also had put on make-up, which was another new thing. "Go upstairs and change right now!" James demanded. He was proud that he had cut himself off before he had added 'young lady' to the end of that, making him sound more like dad than he would have been able to stand. 

Jaime flushed a deep red and glanced nervously over at Todd, who was struggling to keep in his laughter. Jaime's face turned even more red when she saw that, and to James's horror and shock, he could see tears start to well up in her eyes. He hadn't been expecting that. The Jaime he knew would have screamed right back at him, telling him that he wasn't the boss of her.

James felt really guilty when he saw a tear escape her eyes, and how she turned away from them to quickly wipe it away. Todd seemed to notice her tears also, and he quickly stopped laughing. 

"Really James," Todd said, slapping him on the shoulder, "You sound like such an over-protective father. Jaime looks very pretty, she doesn't have to change."

Jaime now smiled up at Todd like he was some sort of god or something, and James would have rolled his eyes if he hadn't been grateful to his friend for making his little sister feel better. He hadn't meant to embarrass her. 

James decided to let the whole outfit thing go. It wasn't like she was indecent or anything, James was mostly just unused to her wearing anything like that. 

"See you later," Todd said, walking out of the house. James watched from the window as Todd opened the car door for her, and he snorted. 

He started walking back up the stairs and found Lena waiting for him at the top. She must have been secretly watching from the landing. "You ass," she greeted him. 

"Well how was I supposed to know she would start crying?" James defended himself. 

"You're just lucky Todd handled the situation perfectly. He seems so nice."

Now James did roll his eyes. "Todd seems so nice," he mocked her as he picked her up. Lena laughed at him as he carried her back to his room. 

"Do you want to watch some T.V?" he asked her. Lena shrugged and he turned around to go down to the den. 

"Let's get some ice cream," she suggested. James smiled. He had given her ice cream for the first time two days ago, and she had had it for breakfast lunch and dinner since then. He told her that she would get sick of it soon if she didn't slow down, but she had said she had to eat her fill now since she wouldn't get anymore once she went back home. 

Every time she talked like that, James felt a tumult of emotions: sadness, anger, fear. He was coming to care more about this girl than he would like to admit. He knew that it could never be though. Even if she felt the same way about him, which it didn't appear she did, they could never be together. They could never make love, or even kiss. Fine, so he thought about making love to her. What was wrong with that? She was a pretty girl. In his fantasies she was normal size, though. 

"What are you thinking about?" Lena asked. James started, feeling guilty about being caught thinking about a naked Lena pressed up to him, kissing him as he pushed his cock into her. 

"Nothing," he quickly said. "What kind of ice cream do you want?" In his desire to make Lena happy, he had gotten a whole different variety of ice cream flavors, letting her taste each one, deciding which one she liked best. 

"Marshmallow," she said, her favorite. He prepared both her tiny bowl and his larger one. Taking them both, along with her, down to the den to watch a movie. 

"Let's watch the Notebook," Lena suggested before they even sat down. James groaned at the chick flick. Jaime must have gushed to Lena about how good it was, so of course now he was going to be stuck watching it with her. 

"Do you really want to watch that movie?" he said distastefully, though James had never actually seen it.

"Yeah, come on," Lena insisted, poking him in the arm, giving him her best puppy dog face. 

"Oh, alright," James said, putting in the DVD. He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep when he felt Lena moving around on his chest. At a certain point he had stretched out on the couch, putting Lena on his stomach. They had no shortage of physical contact since they had become friends. James would easily pick her up to carry her somewhere. Lena didn't mind so he felt no need to ask for permission, and he didn't mind when she climbed on top of him. He was her perch, and she would lay on his stomach or legs, sometimes she would sit on top of his head, hanging onto fistfuls of his hair. 

Now he could feel her crawling up his chest and putting her hands on his chin. He didn't open his eyes, since he was curious as to what she was doing. He felt her leaning over him, then he felt the tiniest contact of skin on his bottom lip. At first he thought it was her finger, but both her hands were holding his cheeks.

His heart pattered hard when he realized what she was doing, and his eyes flew open. Lena let out a scream and jumped back further than he thought she would be able to. She landed on her back, her head right on top of his groin. 

"Sorry, sorry," she said as she scrambled off of him. He could see that her cheeks were a deep red. She had nowhere to go, since she was stuck between his legs on the coach. She probably wanted to get away, but she settled for just facing away from him. It took James a couple of minutes to get over his shock, and then he grinned with happiness. If Lena could see the utterly ecstatic look on his face, she probably would have been a little less embarrassed, but as it was, she just wanted to burrow into the ground. 

"Did you just kiss me?" Was the first thing James could think to say. Check to make sure that what he thought had happened had actually happened. 

"I'm sorry," Lena said, "I was just—"

But James cut her off. "Lena," he said, picking her up. He held her up to his face and kissed her back. He got her lips, and her chin, and a little bit of her nose too. 

Lena looked up at him, as stunned as he had been just moments before. "James," she said hesitantly, "I-I, I mean, how do you feel about me?" she asked. 

James felt his heart warm as he heard her embarrassed question, her cheeks rosy from blushing, the way her hands nervously gripped on the fingers that was wrapped around her. 

"I love you," he told her honestly. 

Lena smiled, a secret smile. "I love you, too," she told him. 

Even as James was filled with happiness, it was the bittersweet kind. He kissed the top of her head and watched as she leaned over and kissed his wrist. There were tears falling from her eyes.

"Oh Lena," James said, because he felt like crying too. He knew that they were both happy tears and sad tears at the same time. 

"I don't want to be away from you," Lena told him her fears. 

"I don't want to be away from you either."

"We don't have to be," Lena said suddenly, "I could stay with you. The way we are now. Once you get your own house, we won't have to worry about your parents discovering us." She looked at him eagerly for confirmation.

"I have to go back to college in the fall," he told her, though she already knew that. 

"I'll go back to live with my family until you're done with college. We can still spend the summer together, it will only be three more years, right?" 

"What about you, though Lena. I'll still be able to go out and do things. You'll have to spend you're whole live in my house. I'll be the only person you can talk to."

"I can talk to your sister. And I can visit home sometimes," she said, desperately thinking of ways to make it all work out, to make the insurmountable barriers seem insignificant. 

"Lena," James said sadly, "I can't even kiss you properly. We can never make love."

"I don't care about that," Lena said, but then she paused, "But I guess you would," the sadness in her voice that she had been trying to cover came out clearly. 

"No," James said, even though he did. It was his turn to make sacrifices in their desperate little fantasy. She was giving up friends and a life, he could give up sex.

"We would never be normal. We could never have kids," James could see this thought saddened her, but she shook her head angrily. 

"I don't care. I don't care about any of it. I love you. I love you enough to make sacrifices. I love you enough to make this work." 

"I love you, too," James told her. Despite her words, he could see that she had doubts. She was determined though, and the fact that she would give up so much for him, she really did love him. It was amazing. Simply amazing. 

"But not enough," Lena finished for him, looking rejected and sad. She struggled in his hand, the sign that she wanted to be put down. 

"No!" James demanded, refusing to set her down. He lifted her up higher so her downcast eyes were looking into his. "I love you more than I ever thought possible. Lena, I'd give up everything, everything for you. Do you understand?"

Lena stared into his eyes, but then nodded. 

"I'm just worried about you. What if you regret your decision? You could be happier with someone your own size. Someone you could be normal with."

"No," Lena denied strongly, "I love you."

James brought her to his chest, giving her the best hug that he could. He felt her tiny hands grab fistfuls of his shirt. 

"This all happened so fast," Lena said after awhile. "It's scary."

"I'd never do anything to hurt you," James told her, rubbing her back lightly. 

"I'm sort of tired," Lena said, "Do you want to go to bed?"

"Mmmhmm," James said, standing up and carrying her up stairs. He set her on the floor by his closet, expecting her to go inside, but she hesitated. 

"I could sleep on your pillow, with you," she suggested. As happy as it would make James to have her so close, the thought of her in the same bed as him worried him. 

"What if I squished you?" he shook his head. 

Lena laughed. "You won't," she denied. 

"Lena, I could very easily squish you. I just promised that I would never hurt you. I don't want to hurt you," James said. He was starting to see how impossible the situation was. They couldn't even share a bet together. What were they thinking? How was this ever going to work?

"Stop whatever you're thinking," Lena said sternly. "I don't care about not sleeping in the same bed. Just put me on your nightstand, then I can still see you while I'm falling asleep. 

She wanted to watch him while falling asleep, his heart melted. 

"Okay," he said, taking her bed out of her little make shift room and setting it up on his nightstand. He moved his alarm clock over, setting her up in the middle. He didn't want to put her close to the edge and have her accidentally role over in the middle of the night and fall off. 

"There you go," he said, setting her down, "I'll get your p.j.s," When he handed them to her to put on and turned around, he was surprised at her voice. 

"You could watch, if you wanted to," she said softly, shyly. James turned around. Lena was standing on by her little bed, grasping her p.j.s in her hands. How often had James thought of seeing her perfect, naked little body? Even since he had first seen her, running through his yard. And now here she was, willingly showing herself to him. 

She slowly, so slowly started removing her shirt. Her belly came into view, so flat and creamy. He itched with anticipation as he knew what was coming. Her breasts were perfect. He found that he wanted to touch them, her breasts, her tiny body. 

He slowly reached out his hand, giving her the opportunity to stop him if she wanted to. She didn't stop him, though. He put his thumb on her stomach, oh so gently, the rest of his hand cupping her back. 

He slowly ran his thumb up her stomach till he was touching her breast. He could feel her hard little nipple poking into the pad of his thumb, and he heard her groan. Emboldened with the knowledge that he was giving her pleasure, he didn't resist his next urge, which was to kiss the newly discovered flesh. He licked her stomach up in between her breasts. He kissed each breast in turn, his kisses consuming her entire breast, his tongue flicking her nipple. 




Miniature Ch. 03



He felt a bit perverted at how much pleasure he was getting out of this. He shouldn't be so attracted to a Barbie-sized woman, but he undeniably was.

James grabbed the waistband of her pants and pulled them down. She was wearing a tiny pair of underwear that she had sewn herself from a piece of one of James's old t-shirts. The sight was adorable and sexy at the same time. He took a moment to just look at her before he pulled her underwear down as well. And finally she was naked, and he could touch her and look at her all he wanted. 

He held her up with his fingers around her waist. "Spread your legs, baby," he told her gently, and she eagerly did. James rubbed his finger between her legs. She was so small that that was about all he could do, but he wanted to make her cum. 

"What are you doing to me, James?" she asked as he stimulated her. Her breathing became more and more uneven, and she started thrusting her body along with his finger. 

"Do you like it?" he asked her. 

"Uhh," she nodded vigorously. He rubbed her breasts and her butt with his other hand as he fingered her between her legs. 

She climaxed, shuddering and gripping his finger. James was happy that he could at least do this, he could at least giver her pleasure. 

After she came down from her climax, she self-consciously climbed of his finger, which was covered in her juices, when she saw that she blushed deeper. 

"Hey," James said quietly, cupping her body with his hand, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he said, looking down at her, naked in his hand, her face flushed from her passion, looking down with embarrassment. 

"James," she said hesitantly, looking up at him. 

"Yeah?"

"I was just wondering. You've seen me naked."

"Mmhmm," James said. He still did. Her back was pressed against his palm, and he ran his thumb over her naked body once again. Lena blushed deeper. 

"I want to see you, too," she said. James smiled. 

"Alright," he agreed. Just then, though, he heard the front door open. He had completely forgotten about Jaime. He looked at the clock. It was ten. She was two hours late. Normally he would have stormed down there and chewed Todd out, but right now he was too wrapped up in Lena. 

"That's Jaime," he said. "She's probably going to want to talk to you."

Lena sighed. "I'll tell her you're asleep. I'll be right back, okay?" he asked her. Lena nodded. James bent down and kissed her naked torso. As he looked at her beauty, he was so grateful that he had her, but at the same time, he knew that he would never be able to push his throbbing cock into her to make love to her like he really wanted to. 

He stood up and adjusted his erection, making sure that it couldn't be seen through his jeans before he left to go confront Jaime. She had already gone into her room and shut the door, and when he knocked she told him to go away. 

"Jaime," he called, "Please let me come in."

"Go away," she said again. James opened the door anyway. She was on her bed facing away from him. 

"Come on dork, tell me how it went," James said, sitting down next to his sister. He pulled her around and saw that she was crying silently. 

"What happened?" James asked. 

"Nothing," Jaime said, pulling away to face the opposite wall once again. "I just want to be alone."

"Okay," James said, standing up. He didn't understand girls, especially not the preteen ones, especially not his crazy little sister. 

"Just tell me, do I need to kick his ass?" he asked her, this made her turn around and look at him. 

"Because he made my little sister cry, and I'll kick his ass if you don't stop me."

Jaime laughed, not whole-heartedly, but she still giggled. "You don't have to do that," she smiled. 

"Alright," he said with fake hesitation as he left her room. 

"How was her date?" Lena asked when James came back into her room. She had put her pajamas on and was sitting on her bed. 

"I don't know. She was crying, but I don't know what happened. She didn't seem too upset." James was a bit disappointed that she had put her clothes on. 

He shut the door and started taking off his shirt, then his pants. When he started taking off his underwear, Lena stopped him. 

"What are you doing?" she asked. 

"Fair's fair, right?" he said. "I thought you wanted to see me naked."

Lena blushed, "But your sister's right down the hall."

"She won't come in," he said. 

"But she could."

"But she won't.

"James," Lena denied, "later."

"Alright," he said, leaning over to kiss her. He kissed her whole body. First her stomach, then her legs, then her head. 

Lena giggled and climbed into bed. 

"James?" she said, after he turned out the light and lay down himself. 

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"That's all the matters right?" she was looking for reassurance. 

"Lena, I love you, and that's all that matters."



Miniature Golf Pick-Up



I live with a room mate. Jim and I knew each other in high school. After I got my AA degree and found a job -- a good one with a future although I'm not making a lot right now - I needed to move closer to my work and finally get on my own. I met Jim by accident in a bar and since we knew each other we talked a little and it turned out he was ready to move so we ended up moving in together. Sharing a two bedroom apartment is a lot cheaper than paying for a one bedroom on my own.

I'm 22 years old, male, 6'2", 205 pounds. Not gorgeous but at least acceptable looking. I have a problem getting laid. I think that I'm probably too nice. I don't like to force a girl. So, I end up having sex with sluts, easy girls that I don't really want to spend any time with once we've fucked. It isn't what I want but that's where I am right now.

Jim and I were relaxing, having a beer. The work day was over, the weekend was ready to start. Maybe I need to add that Jim and I don't have a lot in common. We get along o.k., he's honest and we pay the rent on time. But the longer we live together the more I realize that we'll never be great buddies. He's an auto mechanic, makes more money that me at the moment. I'm in an office. I should end up making more than him eventually because he'll probably never make more than he does now, except for cost of living increases. I think about the future more, he is just interested in today.

We both wonder what we should do this evening and he suggests that he planned to go to the miniature golf course not all that far away. He claims there are always girls there. That doesn't seem logical to me, I figure it would be families with kids. But he claims that girls are always there, maybe a little young sometimes, but it's a good place to pick them up. I had nothing better to do so I go along with him. We drive there in his car.

It's a busy place. Two separate courses with people lined up waiting to get started. There are families with kids. There also are a lot of high school kids, boys and girls. But at least this evening, there were two fairly good looking girls that seemed to be old enough, maybe twenty or so. So we got in line behind them at one of the courses and tried to get a little talk going. One of them is friendlier than the other. 

The friendly one is tall, maybe 5'9" or so and slim. Not bad looking, dark hair, wearing jeans and a blouse. The other one interested me. She was even better looking. A couple inches shorter and not as thin. Seemed to have great breasts. Blonde. Well, sort of dark blonde but natural looking, not dyed. Wearing a blouse and skirt, a fairly full skirt, not some tight little mini. We did manage to get them to agree that we'd play as a foursome.

The taller one is named Marie and the blonde is Joanne. Jim immediately starts pairing up with Marie, which is fine with me. I notice right away that Joanne doesn't have any idea how to play golf. She would tap the ball over and over. It must have taken her eight strokes to finish the first hole. So I started trying to help her. At first I just wanted her to hit it harder but that didn't accomplish much because she wouldn't hit it the right direction. So I got behind her, reached around her and tried to help her aim the ball and hit it by having her hold the club and me hold over her hands.

This works but each time, my cock is against her ass and as she swings and moves

she rubs her butt against me and I start getting hard. I begin to realize she has a great ass. Great body overall. And in the course of time we actually seem to get along better and she seems a little more friendly. I also catch her eyeing my erection as Marie and Jim and I take our turns and I'm fairly sure she purposely rubs herself against me as she starts expecting me to help her on every single shot. Marie even mentions it and asks Jim to help her the same way.

Well, if you've ever played miniature golf on a crowded course, you know it takes time and there's always some one up ahead that's slow. So we had lots of time to talk and get acquainted. Jim was first to bring up the idea that maybe the four of us could go somewhere after golf. That seemed agreeable all the way around. The result is, we never finish eighteen holes. I think it's hole ten, which was near the refreshment stand, when we all decide to turn in our clubs and do something else. Apparently, Jim had already suggested to Marie that the four of us go back to our place and have a beer and she agreed. So it ends up that Jim will drive Marie and since Joanne drove, I'd ride with her.

We head to the parking lot. Joanne has a six year old Mustang. Nice little car. We get in. Then before she even starts the car she turns to me.

"I better explain something. I've been with the same guy since high school, three years. We broke up. Mostly it's because I realized he's a jerk. I think I jut stayed with him because of the sex. He's the only person I've ever been with. I don't know Marie very well, we work together. She kept telling me I needed to get out and start over, quit sitting at home, broke up about breaking up. She said what I really needed was to get laid and realize that my previous guy was not the only one that could give me pleasure. The old argument about if you fall off a horse the best thing to do is get back on again, and all that stuff. So I came with her. I know her well enough to know that she plans to have sex with your room mate. I'm not that sure. Now that I'm faced with it, I don't know that I can do this."

Then she looks at me. I'm supposed to answer that. All I can do is be truthful. Unfortunately, that's me. "Joanne," I tell her, "you're beautiful. You're pretty, you have a great body. I'd love to have sex with you." What the heck, I'm in sales. Plan to make my living that way. Try some salesmanship here. "I want to be naked with you, caress those gorgeous breasts, suck your nipples, taste what I know will be a delicious pussy and give you more orgasms that you've ever had. I want us to have the best sex of our lives. But I can't do that unless that's what you want, too. Because I'll never force you into anything, it all has to be with your cooperation, your wanting it too."

I think it worked because she turns the key and starts the car. "Tell me how to get to your place," she says.

We walk in the door of our apartment and Jim is pulling back from Marie. Obviously, they had been kissing. Joanne walks past them toward the hall and asks," Which is your bedroom?" I tell her and she goes in. I follow, closing the door after me. She's standing there unbuttoning and starting to get her clothes off. So I do the same.

She's naked. Gorgeous. Largest tits I've ever been with, small waist, almost flat tummy, great legs and a perfect ass, full and round and up high. Pretty face, blue eyes, small nose, good chin. I tell her, "You could be a centerfold. You're gorgeous."

She's looking at me. Well, looking at my cock. "You're gorgeous," she says as she steps to me and reaches out and wraps her hand around my very erect cock. She looks up at me and we kiss for the first time. I put my arms around her. She puts one around me but keeps hold of my cock, moving her hand slightly, feeling it. A really good kiss. A sexy kiss, lots of tongue. As we break the kiss she grins, a dirty looking grin, then slides down me, onto her knees and without any more kissing or licking or anything, she opens her mouth and darn near swallows my cock.

Back in high school, a girl next door and I were both horny and used each other to discover sex. We never went beyond oral. I wanted to and while I think she did too, she wouldn't. But we ended up her sucking me and me eating her literally hundreds of times, with each of us giving suggestions to the other so we became really good at it. Well Joanne wanted to be doing what she was doing, I knew enough to recognize that. She loved sucking cock. Plus, she'd done it often and knew what she was doing, this is no amateur attempt. She's moving back and forth with her lips, playing with my balls with one hand while she uses the other to jerk me off a little in the space between her lips and where my cock meets my body. I reach down and caress her head, letting her know I like what she's doing. Her eyes flick up at me occasionally but she's intent on working her mouth on my cock. My cock is fairly fat and slightly longer than average so her mouth is pretty full, her lips spread wide but she's obviously handling it all well.

It doesn't take long and I start shooting off into her mouth. She pulls back a little but keeps her lips around my cock as it jerks and unloads. She apparently swallows it all because when she finally pulls back and looks up at me with a big grin on her face, there's no sign of any cum. "I love your cock," she says. "I think I miss a nice cock more than anything since I broke up with the jerk." She stands and we hold one another and kiss.

"Your turn," I tell her and we move to the bed. I take my time, kissing her everywhere until I get to those great breasts. I feel them and kiss them and lick them and suck the nipples. She moans and moves some, enjoying it. I then kiss down across that firm tummy and she spreads her legs wide. I can sewe, h er pussy is shaved clean, no hair at all. I purposely skip her pussy and kiss down one leg. She has her hand at her pussy, her fingers moving, as I kiss back up the other leg. I sit up some and tell her, "We need to get you in a better position because I want to be comfortable so I can eat you for a long time." I grab her hips and turn her some and pull her over so that I can kneel on the floor at the side of the bed. She has one leg over my shoulder. The other leg is bent at the knee and fallen off to the side, opening her wide for me. Her pussy is beautiful. All smooth and clean and pink, even pinker inside as I use my fingers to pull her open. I lean in and get my tongue to her.

I lick her and suck her, doing everything I've ever learned. I enjoy this as much as she seemed to enjoy sucking me. I slide a couple fingers into her as I gum her clit and suck on it, getting her into her first orgasm. I suck up her juices and then get back to work, licking her, soothing her, getting ready to bring her to another orgasm in a few minutes. "You're delicious," I tell her, "I could taste you for hours."

"I'm not stopping you," she says, putting her hands on the back of my head, urging me back to licking her swollen pussy. I don't last hours but I think I'm probably at her for fifteen or twenty minutes when she orgasms again. By then I'm erect again and slide up over her and aim into her and push my way in. She's tight. Tighter than I expected. But she's lubricated enough that I have no problem pushing in until our abdomens touch.

I pull back and push in, over and over. Her hips start jumping a little, her arms are around me and she's moaning and almost yelling. I can feel her insides clamping on me, almost rippling, milking me, more of her juices coming out around my cock. I stop pumping and kiss her, then pull out and suggest we reposition ourselves and soon she's on her hands and knees and I'm back into her from behind. This time when she starts orgasming again, it triggers me and I shoot into her as we both almost collapse.

Soon we're laying facing one another, our hands moving over each others bodies, sated fore the moment and enjoying the post coital bliss that's always there after a truly good fuck. "You're really good at licking me," she says.

"Well, you're really good at sucking me. It's obvious that you like that."

"I do. The other guy and I started fooling around and did a lot of oral before we got to fucking. I discovered that I loved it. I might like all of that the best of all." I told her of the neighbor girl and I and said that we'd never moved on to fucking, she just wouldn't allow it. "If I was smarter, I would never allowed us to move on either. But I'm just too horny. I could spend the rest of my life right here having sex." All the time we're talking, she has hold of my cock and is pulling on it a little, urging it up again.

I tell her how gorgeous she is, how sexy she is. "I think I could spend the rest of my life naked with you like this, eating you and fucking you for hours and hours, too."

"It took a little nerve to just walk in here and get us naked and then start sucking you right away. But I really wanted to. You have a great cock. Besides, if you cum first then you'll last longer when we fuck. And you did. And if I suck you then maybe you'll do me, too. I was very happy when you did. Your neighbor taught you well." With that she sits up a little and leans down to where her hand has been playing with my cock and starts licking me, kissing the head of my cock, urging it up. And she succeeds. In no time I'm full up all red and hard again. She grins up at me and repositions herself straddling me and sits above my cock, holding it with her hand as she starts lowering her vagina down onto me, taking me into her. 

She rides me for a long time, until she orgasms again, then we switch around to missionary again and fuck until she cums again. I'm still hard and in her as we kiss. I kiss down to her breasts, pulling out of her as I move. Soon I'm sucking on her nipples, then kissing her body and she takes the initiative to move over me into a 69 so that I can lick her while she sucks me and eventiually we both orgasm once more.

We're laying there h olding one another and there's a light tap on the door. "Joanne" Marie's voice calls out, "Are you ready to go?"

"No," Joanne answers, "Get Jim to drive you home. I'm just getting started."

As it turns out, she was right.



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"I'm really sorry about this," he told her, grabbing some scotch tape from the middle drawer in his desk. Lena's tears had quieted down, and she watched James hopelessly, not knowing what it was he was holding, but feeling as though it couldn't be good. Why did he even bother apologizing to her? He could drop the act, she wasn't going to fall for it. He tore off a tiny piece and went to place it over her mouth. "What are you doing?" she screeched turning her head to the side to avoid the tape. 

"I'm really sorry, but I can't trust you to be quiet yet," James told her in an almost whisper. He picked her up in his hand. She started to struggle but he held her arms easily against her torso and her head between his thumb and forefinger. He used his other hand to place the tape over her mouth. She started moaning as soon as he did so, the only sound she could make with her lips held smashed together the way they were.

He then maneuvered her arms in front of her body, knowing he had to tape them up as well so she couldn't remove the tape from her mouth. She moaned and struggled against him, but he easily taped up her wrists. They were so delicate in his hand, and he knew he could easily break her fragile bones if he wanted to. James felt guilty at how easy it was to subdue her. She was so weak compared to him, she didn't even have a fighting chance. James felt like a bully, but consoled himself by saying he was doing it for her own good, and he would let her out in a few hours. 

"James, come on!" his mother called him. 

"Hold on a second," he shouted back. 

He didn't want to tape up her feet as well, but if his mother could just as easily hear her moving around, and that would defeat the whole purpose. Her ankles were the easiest thing to tape up since her arms were no longer able to try and stop him, as pathetic as the attempts were. 

"Look," he told her as he held her in his hands, "I'm going to be back in a few hours and then I'll take the tape off, okay? Just try and take a nap or something. I'm really sorry," he told her, but knew his apology was wasted as she looked up at him with pure hatred in her eyes. 

He set her down on top of his t-shirt in the drawer and gently closed it. He grabbed the key he never used and locked the drawer shut, slipping the key into his pocket. 

He started to leave and close his bedroom door behind him, but paused for a moment. He fought the urge to back and check on her. She'll be fine, he told himself, and he went to mow the lawn. 

During that time he tried to rationalize what he was doing. On the one hand, he was protecting her. She could so easily be attacked by an animal out there in the woods, and who knew how far away her home even was? She could get lost. 

But then again, what right did he have to try and decide what was best for her? He would never dream of taping up a normal size woman and keeping her locked up in his home, so didn't this tiny girl deserve the same consideration? But then on the other hand, she was tiny. She was different and therefore needed special consideration and different treatment. It wasn't like he hadn't offered to take her home. He would escort her home if only she would trust him. But she didn't trust him. And he hadn't helped matters either by locking her up in the drawer either. But what else could he do? She would try and escape if he didn't lock her up. 

James had to admit to himself that he was endlessly intrigued by the tiny woman. He didn't want to just let her leave and try to make her way home. For one, he would never know if she had made it safely, but also he would never see her again or learn more about her. He felt as though he had discovered something magical. She was like a myth, and would anyone just let something so unusual leave never to be seen again?

James finally finished his chore and made his way upstairs. He could hear his parents watching a movie in the den, and knew that he could make a reasonable amount of noise without them hearing it. He was hot and sweaty and knew that he needed a shower, but he couldn't wait to check on his little ward. What if she had been a dream after all?

She was real all right, he saw as he opened the drawer. She was lying exactly where he had left her. She had her head turned away from him, and didn't look as he pulled out the drawer. 

"Hi," was all he could think to say as he pulled her slight body out of the drawer. He immediately noticed that she was wet, but it took him a second to realize what it was. She must have had to pee while he was outside. And for what seemed like the thousandth time that day, he was wracked with feelings of guilt. He had left her with no other option than to pee on herself. 

"I'm sorry, Lena," he told her sincerely. She needed something else to wear, and he immediately thought of his sister's old barbies in the attic. She was exactly Barbie sized, but with more realistic proportions. 

He pulled the tape off her ankles. She didn't fight him this time, but he saw her wince when he pulled the tape off her skin. He was in too much of a hurry to think of how it would hurt when he took the tape off, but now he decided that the tape had been an overall bad idea. He then pulled the tape off her wrists.

"This is going to hurt a little," he said when he got to the tape on her mouth. "But it'll be best if I just do it quickly." He grabbed a corner of the tape and winced himself as he pulled it off her soft flesh. Her lips were slightly puffy and the skin around them was a blushy pink. James would have preferred that she yell at him the second he took the tape off, but she stayed stonily silent. She continued to refuse to look at him.

"Ill be right back," he told her setting her back down in the drawer, but he didn't close it this time. The walls were higher than her head, and he would only be gone a few minutes. He took his shirt with him and threw it in the laundry and quickly washed his hands. 

His second stop was the attic where he pulled out the box of barbies and clothes. He knew which boxes the things were in since the Barbie dream house was sitting right next to them. There were some fancy ball gowns, but he passed those right up. He grabbed a pair of pants, but they had a little snap in them and were made to fit barbie's waist, and there was no way Lena would be able to snap those shorts shut. The next thing he saw was a pair of shorts that had an elastic band in them, so he grabbed those. They were a bright pink with pale green triangle print on them and looked very eighties, but they looked like they would fit Lena perfectly. He grabbed the first top he saw, which was a pink cloth. He briefly looked for some sort of underwear, but gave up, figuring that Barbie would have little need for underwear. He filled a small dish of water from the bathroom and broke off a piece of soap and stuck it in the water. He also grabbed a washcloth before leaving.

He sighed when he saw little hands grasping the top of the drawer. Lena was obviously trying to pull herself out of the drawer while he was gone. She must have then heard him coming, for hands dropped out of sight, and he found her sitting stoically against the wall of the drawer. 

"I brought you a bath and a change of clothes," he told her as he set the stuff down on the desk. He had to think for a moment about how to give her some privacy. He didn't want to leave her alone in the whole open room. He perversely thought for a moment about just watching her take her bath, but quickly pushed the tempting idea out of his head. He had made the poor girl suffer enough already today. 

He decided to just let her get herself cleaned up in the drawer. He set the water down inside and the washcloth down next to it. He also put laid the Barbie clothes in with her. 

He knew he would have to close the drawer to give her some privacy. He quickly walked over to his closet and grabbed a flashlight, turning it on he also set it next to her. "I'm going to close the door, okay. The flashlight is in there so you can see." He told her gently. Lena didn't look at him or respond, but he slowly closed the drawer anyway, being careful not to spill jostle anything. 

"Can you see in there?" he called, but of course she didn't answer. She wasn't speaking to him. He went and sat down on the bed, deciding to give her ten minutes. He thought about her taking off her dress and washing her supple, little body in the dish of water. 

"You're such a perv," he told himself quietly, shaking the image out of his head. The girl was nine inches tall for crying out loud! 

"Okay, I'm going to open the drawer now," he called to her after ten minutes. She didn't answer, and he gave here one more minute before carefully pulling the drawer back out. She was sitting quietly in the corner, only she was wearing the shorts and shirt he had given her. Her knees were pulled up in front of her body with her head resting on them, her arms hugging her legs. 

Her old clothes were sitting next to the towel and water. And he took the all out and set them on his desktop. He put her old clothes on top of the washcloth, intending to wash them later. 

He looked at the clock and realized that it was almost six, and the suddenly thought how hungry he was. Then he felt like such a jerk. This poor girl was probably starving. 

"I'm going to get you some food," he told her quickly, feeling guilty for not having thought of it sooner. 

"Hey big brother," his sister, Jaime, walked in the front door just as he was grabbing food for himself and Lena.

"Hey dork," he told her, piling different food up in his arms. He wasn't sure what Lena would like, so he got a very little bit of everything. She wouldn't be able to eat that much, though. 

"What are you doing?" Jaime asked as she pulled out a bag of chips and started snacking on them.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting a snack," he told her, pulling a couple baby carrots out of the bag in the fridge. 

"Since when do you like carrots?" she asked incredulously. 

"I love carrots," he told her, popping one in his mouth to make his point. "Mmm," he said as he chewed it and swallowed it, all the while thinking how much he hated carrots. 

"Whatever," Jaime shrugged, turning away to go watch some T.V. 

"Whatever," James said back to her, taking his loot and going back upstairs.