Timothy and Nora, Ch.4 : Seven!

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#4 of Timothy and Ginger

Timothy plays with his cousin while Ginger is sick on his birthday, and he learns that Nora is more cunning than he'd ever expected.


Of all the miserable luck!

Today was my birthday, but Ginger was home sick. A stomach bug had been going around the school, and as much as I wanted her over, neither I nor my parents wanted me to catch it. Worst yet, it was the weekend, so we'd miss out entirely on our playtime.

Still, I suppose it wasn't without a couple of bright spots. My parents had purchased me a metal Voltron lion - the yellow one, the first of my set - and I could tell they meant it as a gentle tease about my friendship with Ginger. My dad had a pretty observant and deep sense of humor sometimes, even if he didn't display it very often.

Also, to my surprise, one of my aunts had come over to visit and had brought my six-year-old neice Nora with her. She was a timber wolf like I was, with green eyes, brown fur, considerable excitement, and a certain amount of mischievousness. We were close enough in age to still get along pretty well, and after the party she quite enjoyed playing with some of my older toys.

Seeing how well we were playing together, my mother poked her head in and asked, "Timothy, would you mind watching Nora for an hour or so? Tabitha wants to go to the outlet stores while she's in town, and your father and I are going to accompany her." I glanced at Nora, who looked up at me with a smile. Weighing it over, I concluded, "Sure, I think I can handle that."

My mother smiled at this, and nodded. "All right. We won't be gone long. If you have a serious problem, just dial emergency services." She stepped over to hug and give me an affectionate nuzzle as she added, "I'd rather have the bill than a disaster." While I smiled and nodded, she repeated the gesture to Nora, and then slipped out.

While we played a bit more with my toys, I heard the bumps and thumps of the others getting ready to leave, followed shortly by the car starting and heading down the road. It wasn't long after that Nora looked up at me with a smile that I did not fully parse the mischievousness of. "How about we play hide-and-seek?" she suggested innocently.

Too innocently, but I entirely overlooked that. Nora was actually pretty fun to play with for being younger, and I figured I'd have an easy time of winning. Home-ground advantage and all of that. "Okay," I agreed, chuckling. "I'll count from here to 100." Nora nodded agreeably, so I turned my head around and covered my eyes, beginning the count. "One... two...."

The patter of Nora's feet soon indicated she'd left the room, and I tilted my ears all the way back to partially plug them. It really ruined the game if one could hear exactly where someone went, and the handicap was one I followed reflexively.

"Ninety-nine... one hundred! Here I come!" I announced, leaving my bedroom to look for her. The living room was my first stop, and bearing in mind her smaller size, I looked into any spot that I thought she could squeeze into. Nothing. Kitchen, dining room, guest room.... I headed upstairs next and poked my head into my parents' master bedroom. I doubted she'd gone in here, as most of us shied away from getting too far into our parents' stuff, but I figured it was possible.

And that's where I found her, crouched under the bed and concealed within the mattress skirt, making almost no noise that I could hear. "Found you!" I announced, and she grinned, rolling out, then gave me an uncertain look.

"Timmy," she said, her voice pleading, "I've gotta use the potty."

I blinked. "Oh. Well, there's the bathroom right over there," I suggested, gesturing to the attached master bedroom, but Nora shook her head, dancing slightly on her feet. "I, uh... can't go alone. Please?" She reached out a hand, looking pleadingly at me.

I still looked confused, wondering just what she was getting on about, then remembered a snippet of a conversation I'd overheard while cake was being served. Something about Nora having a fear of unfamiliar bathrooms that she was still getting over. I could only guess that they'd forgotten to check up on her before leaving. "Well... okay, then," I conceded, taking her hand and leading her into the bathroom.

Once inside, Nora gave the toilet a worried look, as well as the noisy exhaust fan above it - it came on when the light did - then shook her head. "Can I use that?" she begged, pointing at the bathtub. As she danced on her feet again, I realized that if I said no, I was going to have a mess to clean up. So, with a sigh, I nodded.

"All right, we'll just run the water afterward. You'd, uh," and I started feeling a little anxious. Sure, it was my niece, but she was also a girl... and I was about to see her naked. My heartbeat picked up, and I felt a prickle of warmth in my groin. "Better get undressed," I concluded. "Need any help?"

Nora shook her head. If she was shy about what she was about to do, her phobia about the bathroom was more than enough to overcome that. Her hands went to her pants, pushing them down, then to her panties. With only a slight hesitation, they went down as well, and as she stepped out of them, I got another glimpse of that familiar pink. I didn't stare - much - but even that quick glance showed that she was not the same as Ginger.

As she climbed into the tub, I realized the piece of advice that Ginger had given me, and I cautioned her, "Don't stand up or you'll make a mess." She gave me a worried look, trembling, and I recalled the last experiment in the woods. "Lie on your back against the tub," I advised, "And spread your legs." The next instruction came out of a place I didn't know I had, but I was helpless to resist it. "And hold your... thing open."

Nora was able to follow the first two instructions without trouble, and I got a much better look at her young sex when she spread her legs. Unlike Ginger, Nora had a little protruding mound instead of a slit, but from this new angle, I could see that it had sort of a Y-shape in the middle. She wasn't sure what to do about what I'd said last, though, and she finally held her arms out. "Show me?" she invited.

My puppyhood, which had been gradually stiffening over the last few minutes, surged into full extension, and I could only hope she didn't notice the slight bulge in my shorts. Swallowing hard, I nodded and stepped forward. "Like this," I said quietly, reaching out and resting my hands on her belly, sliding them down to her hips and watching for any alarmed reaction but not getting a single one. When my fingers brushed against that soft nub, I felt my stiffened length twitch slightly, pressing up again against the band of elastic at the top of my underwear. Swallowing again, I applied gentle pressure and spread her lupine vulva open a bit, getting a better look at the inside. "Okay, now go," I instructed her.

With a nod and a small movement of her exposed tail, Nora relaxed. I couldn't quite see where her pee came from, but it was definitely from higher up in the Y-shape, and I was surprised to see that her own stream was nearly as tidy as mine. While she relieved herself, I had plenty of time to continue gazing at the soft form of her vagina, wondering now how many different types there were. I'd figured they were all like Ginger's, but now it made sort of sense that they'd be different. After all, our bodies looked different, too. Still, other than holding her folds slightly open - and maybe massaging them a bit - I went no farther, as we really had no agreement here.

That suddenly struck fear into my heart: what if Nora told her mom or my parents what I'd done? Why didn't I think of that first? What was I going to do?

Wrestling with any possible answer to that question, Nora's bladder finally emptied, and she looked up at me with a satisfied smile. "Now I want to see yours."

"....?!" I had no vocal response, but my thunderstruck amazement was almost audible in itself. See mine? What was she getting at--?

"You play with mine, I play with yours, and it stays a secret," Nora said, with a certain smugness.

Still astonished, I finally realized: I'd been played like a trumpet. Oh, I expected some of it was circumstance and opportunity, but I now understood that she'd planned some variant of this all the way back to hide-and-seek. "You crafty little wolf," I said, admiring her cunning despite having it directed right at me.

Nora's response was for her smile to become even more smug as she scrambled out of the tub. "Someday you'll have to tell me where you learned that trick," she remarked, referring to the way I'd helped her go without making any mess on herself. "I was sure I'd end up splashing my legs. Anyway: off!" she playfully demanded, pointing at my tented crotch.

I thought even more frantically, but had no way out. With a sigh, I undid my shorts and underwear, and saw - to my amazement - that most of the front of my underwear was sticky with that clear stuff that Ginger had noticed earlier. Still, I couldn't help but be proud of the way her eyes went wide when she saw my fully unsheathed penis on open display, fully erect up to the pointed tip. "Someday, maybe," I allowed, "But not today. Okay, play, but make it fast. We need to be all cleaned up before our parents get back."

With a wag of her tail, Nora acknowledged that as her hands came up to rub at my erection, causing me to shudder a little. It never felt bad when I rubbed it, but having someone else's hands on it, especially coated with that slick stuff, made it so much the better. "Hey," asked suddenly, which made Nora's muzzle come up, although she didn't stop what she was doing. "Do you now know deep yours... goes?" The slight tilt of her head was unmistakable confusion. "Have you ever tried to feel inside your privates?" I asked instead, as I still didn't know what they were called.

This, at last, Nora understood. "A little," she admitted. She gave me a judicious look, then wondered, "Do you want to try?"

"A little," I replied, and we grinned at each other. While she continued stroking me - constantly aided by new drops of that sticky stuff - I reached down and gently rubbed at that soft nub with my hand, then aligned my index finger with the center of her Y-shaped folds and applied gentle pressure. Although there was still a little bit of dampness there from earlier, I couldn't get up very far before encountering tight resistance. It didn't really seem to hurt her, though, and looking down at what she was doing, I had another idea. "Let's try this," I said aloud, and reached down to rub some of my own slick liquid onto my finger, as there was plenty of it to spare.

Reaching down again, I stroked a bit of it against her mound, then pressed again. This time we were both startled enough to freeze when my finger slid up into her until almost the second knuckle with hardly any effort, her mound stretching out a bit around my finger.

I could feel the heat of her body around my finger, enveloping me in her warmth, while the tip of my penis dripped incessantly, starting to make a mess on the tile that I was going to have to clean up. "Maybe... that's enough," Nora said, suddenly unsure of herself. I nodded reluctantly, and withdrew my finger, although I could swear I felt a bit of a squeeze against that digit as I pulled it out. She removed her hands from my own erection, and I noticed that her cunning, alpha-like certainty had deserted her. Smiling a bit, I dropped down to my knees and beckoned her forward, giving her a gentle hug and a soft nuzzle, much like my mother had done to me a little while ago. "You got me, and I suppose I got you," I said, my tail wagging slightly. "Let's call it our even secret and get this place cleaned up, hmm?"

Nora smiled back at me and nodded, more shyly than before. As we cleaned up our little messes and got dressed with maybe ten minutes to spare, one lingering thought was:

I can't *wait* to tell Ginger.