In 2008, I was twelve years old and living in Jackson County, Ohio with my alchy mom. Mom had a job working as a cashier at Walmart. When she wasn't at work, she was usually at the bar flirting with any guy willing to pay for her drinks and cigarettes. As far as mom was concerned, home was just for sleeping. I was pretty much on my own.
It wasn't easy. There was hardly ever any food in the cupboards and we were always being threatened with the disruption of our utilities and Internet if the bills weren't paid. Then mom would occasionally bring one of her bar friends home. I always hated that. One of them killed my dog as a way of getting back at my mom for something or another she did to him. Well, it didn't hurt mom one bit because she never liked Pal. But that dog was the only friend in the world I had.
I first laid eyes on James the day after Christmas that year. I had a profile at a popular social network (I'd lied about my age get past the age requirements). I thought he was really handsome. I don't remember which one of us messaged the other first. But someone sent a "Hey, whats up??" and we started talking. I liked him from the start. He was funny and smart and cute. He didn't talk down to me, and unlike the other guys he didn't immediately start talking dirty or asking for pictures.
He was nineteen and lived in Idaho with his mom and sister. He had a girlfriend too, and she was pretty (brown hair, blue eyes, a little chunky with smallish boobs, but she had a nice ass). But he liked me too. I could tell. I admitted to him I was really only twelve, but he didn't care. He told me I was really mature for my age and he liked talking to me. He also told me I was cute. Even though he couldn't see me, I could feel the heat of a blush climb up the back of my neck and warm my face and cheeks.
We started talking everyday. By late January I worked up the courage to tell James I was crushing on him, and he told me he liked me that way too. I asked about his girlfriend and he told me, he liked us both and asked if that was ok?? I said sure it was. I didn't mind being the girl on the side. He asked if I'd be his online girlfriend and I accepted instantly. After that we had pet names for each other. I think I called him "honey muffin sugar dumplin punkin pie", only I ran it all together as honeymuffinsugardumplinpunkinpie. He would LOL at that.
I knew James was older and liked sex. He was even honest with me when I asked if he and his gf had sex. He said yeah, a lot. That made me pretty jealous. But I appreciated his honesty. If he would have said no, I would have been mad at him for lying.
I asked him if he thought I was sexy. He said definitely. I didn't think I looked as nice as his gf. She was chubby and I wasn't, but as far as I was concerned that was my only advantage. I was short, slender and flat chested. My butt wasn't anywhere near as round as hers.
He asked me if I was a virgin. I admitted I wasn't. The summer before, my mom had brought home some guy from the bar and after we'd all gone to bed he'd come into my room and had sex with me. I never said a word because he scared me and knowing my mom as well as I did, I knew she'd find a reason to blame it all on me. So I just put my arms around his neck and shut my eyes tight and cried while he did it. When he finished he grinned and told me I was a better lay than my mama and left the house.
James asked me if I'd liked it, even just a little. I thought about it and told him, yeah kind of. Had I done anything since then, he asked?? I told him I fingered myself sometimes. He said that was hot and told me he had jerked off a few times while thinking about me and once imagined it was me when he'd fucked his gf in her ass. I laughed and told him, butts are for poopin silly. He lol'ed back and said he liked anal sex. He wanted to try it with me sometime. I told him, I didn't know about that. I heard it hurt a lot.
He wanted to webcam but I didn't have a camera. He asked if he bought me one could he send it to me by mail. I told him, I'd get in a lot of trouble if my mom got to it before I did. But the solution came in the form of the empty house next door. I gave him that address and kept a look out every single day. The second I saw the package sitting on the porch I ran over and snagged it. It had my James name on it and I smiled and went back into my place.
From then on we could webcam.
He wanted to see me naked. I couldn't always do it because mom was home sometimes. But when I could, I didn't mind taking my clothes off for my baby. It made me feel a little less jealous of his gf. He'd ask me to turn around, do all these different poses. I'd bend over, spread the lips of my pussy, get up on my bed in a doggy style position or missionary with my legs pulled up to my chest and bent at the knee. All the while he'd be on screen masturbating like crazy. I could make him squirt really high, and always a really big load. It made me feel as if I was pleasing my man just as much as his gf in Idaho, although in my heart I knew it wasn't the same. She still had the advantage over me.
James was into some kinky stuff. He shared fantasies with me, he couldn't share with his gf. Like, he actually admitted to me he kind of wanted to do his mom and he said when he'd been a little bit younger (fourteen I think) he'd talked his sister (she was 10 at the time) into a BJ in exchange for an Outkast CD, although they hadn't done anything since then. He'd also had sex with one of his mom's friends once, and a couple of his cousins - one was a guy! He said he wasn't gay, he'd just been horny and curious. He'd kind of liked giving another guy a BJ, but when he was finished he decided to stick with girls afterwards.
He asked me if I ever fantasized about girls. I said not really. He told me his gf was bi and she'd once given him a threesome with her best friend for his birthday, although he said she ruined it by making a rule that her friend was only allowed to give him head because he had wanted to fuck her. I didn't like it much when he talked about fucking other girls or wanting to fuck other girls, but I let it go. I'd accepted my role as the other girl a long time ago.
I guess it was around 4th of July weekend '09 when mom and me had our big fight. Mom had lost her job and was boozing it up more than usual. We were both stressed because the money was running out and pretty soon we'd lose everything, the Internet included. The house was a mess. Filthy. She yelled at me to clean it up. I asked her why she couldn't get off her sloppy ass and do it. I'd never cussed at her before. She came at me like a pissed off yellow jacket, face beet red (although that could have been the booze). We had a real knock down drag out fist fight. I lost. And the computer got trashed. I think that was the worst of all.
I couldn't manage to get a message to James until a week later when I found a library. I told him what had happened and told him my eye was all black and swollen. We'd lost our lights and gas that same day, and we had exactly a single can of lima beans in the entire house.
He wanted to help, but he didn't know how. That was when I told him about an idea I'd come up with during the week. James and I looked a lot alike. We both had the same jet black hair, green eyes and similar skin complexion. Our noses were even shaped somewhat alike. We looked a lot more like brother and sister than he and his real sister (she favored his mom with her blonde hair, and blue eyes). I knew James father had been somewhat of a conman who traveled the country selling bogus burial insurance in the 80s and 90s. James told me he was known to have fathered a few kids by a few different ladies in different spots. So, I said why not pretend I'm your half-sister and we found each other online?? Tell your mom I have a horrible home life. Mention I was molested and tell her my mom beat me up real bad on the 4th. Ask her if I can runaway and live with you guys, just until I'm 18. He was really skeptical, but said he'd try. I agreed to give it a week and come back to the library in 7 days.
The next week James sent "Your a genius girl. It worked like a charm. My mom had kind of a rotten childhood too. She actually cried and told me to take the bus and come and get you. She said you can hide out here as long as you want. And, of course my gf wants to meet my sweet little "sister" too haha! Love you, you soon to be, Milk Carton Kid, lol. See ya soon babes!" He gave me the schedule of the bus he was taking. I grinned from ear to ear and went home and packed a few small things in a ratty old backpack, then stowed it aside. James would be here in 5 days.
Two days before James arrived the landlord evicted mom and me. But one of mom's former co-workers at Walmart gave us a room to flop in, at his place. I didn't like him. He was a sloppy, fat guy with a huge family and none of them wanted us there. His wife and kids went out of their way to make that abundantly clear. Whenever he was alone with my mom, he'd pinch her ass or sneak in a kiss. It was gross. As for mom, she hadn't drank in a few days and was almost normal. She apologized for hitting me and promised things would get better. I knew they would, for me anyway. Part of me hoped they would for her too.
The day of James arrival I grabbed my backpack and left while my mom was out turning in applications for a job. I scribbled a note that just said "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I love you. You'll do better on your own. I think I will too. I'll be in touch." I stuck it in the pocket of her only other pair of jeans and hoped they didnt get washed before she could read it. Then I left.
I met the bus outside of Mike's One Stop and James stepped off, looking slightly spooked as if he expected that guy from "To Catch a Predator" to jump on him. I smiled at him, he smiled back and we hugged. I wanted a kiss, but there were people and it was obvious we had a pretty big age difference between us. In fact, the bus driver stared so hard James said loudly "Wow, Sissy. You've gotten big since we were kids. Mom's gonna flip when she see's you again. I'm sorry to hear about dad. But you'll love living with mom and the rest of us." I played along. The bus driver's mild look of disgust melted into a warm smile and he welcomed us both aboard.
I was anxious the whole time the bus was still in Ohio. I don't think I relaxed until we were cruising through Wisconsin, heading west. My smile must have been a mile wide. It took everything I had to not snuggle up with James right there and then. We talked and laughed, he pointed things out through the window and at night while everyone slept, he sneaked his hand between my legs and played with my pussy. I bit my bottom lip and mentally told his gf "Take that!"
We had a long layover in Rugby, North Dakota because the bus had some mechanical issues, so we walked around a little. It was a pitiful little place and didn't have much to see, but we found a Dairy Queen and pigged out. Afterwards we snuck into the bathroom together and he shoved me up against the sink and kissed me rough, his hands pushing up my top and rubbing my tits hard. I moaned and winced a little as he unzipped his jeans and his rapidly hardening cock poked out.
"In here??" I asked. He nodded. "People will hear." I said. He shook his head and turned me around, yanked my jeans and panties down to my calves and bent me over, with my hands gripping the edges of the sink. I felt him push my legs apart slightly and rub saliva on my pussy, wettening me. Then his big hand clamped tight across my mouth and he whispered "Bite me if you have to, just don't make a sound" then he plunged his cock into me. My eyes bulged slightly and I went forward, my head nearly smacking the mirror in front of me. He thrust his hips, really slamming his cock into me, and barely audible, muffled moans echoed through his hand. I bit his palm and tasted the coppery flavor of blood on my tongue. behind me I could see him gripping my slender hips and leaning back slightly, his eyes shut, mouth slightly open. "Oh yeah...fuck yeah," he sighed. I felt him cum inside of me, stiffen and then relax and sag slightly. he grinned.
When he pulled his hand back, my lips looked like I'd put on cherry lipstick. It was his blood. He laughed and shook his hand "Ouch." I apologized. He said not to. It had turned him on. He cleaned it as best he could in the sink, then we walked to a pharmacy we'd passed along the way. He asked me to stay outside. When he came out, he had triple antibiotic ointment and a bandage for his hand and Plan B for me.
Our last night on the bus he looked around the make sure nobody was watching and then he unzipped his fly and very quietly pulled my head down toward his lap. I sucked his cock, stopping once when someone up front got up to use the john, then finishing after they returned to their seat. His cum was hot and salty. I liked it.
We were met at the bus station in Coeur d'Alene by his mom and gf. They both loved me right away. His other half-sister was a different story. That bitch and I have been enemies from day one. But I don't see her much.
James got his own apartment that November and I and his gf moved in with him. It really turned me on that she and I were such good friends and she had no idea James and I were fucking like crazy whenever she left the apartment. There were some days he'd fuck her in the morning before work, come home and fuck me at lunch time and then fuck her again when it was time for bed. I had just as much of his cum in my stomach, pussy and ass as she did.
I got in touch with my mom a year later through a relative of ours in a neighboring county. My mom was working at Walmart again and had stopped drinking. She begged me to come home. I said I would one day, but not right now. I mailed her pictures of me. She wanted to know if I had a guy and was he nice?? I said yes to both. That seemed to satisfy her.
In the years since I've continued to live with my James. He has a job in HVAC now, and a bigger apartment. He isn't with his old gf anymore and nowadays I'm his only pussy. We sleep together at night just like the couple we are. I just celebrated my seventeenth birthday. I'm going to Ohio to see my mom next summer. I'll probably stay.
I still love James, and its been fun but I think all it ever was, was infatuation and a young girls fancy. I'm older now and some of his charm has worn off (as has some of my own). I'd like to spread my wings and see if I can make it on my own, maybe help my mom. She says she hasn't touched a drop in years and is engaged to a trucker. Real nice guy, too.
Anyway, this has been my confession.