Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2008 16:29:21 +0000 From: David Lundquist Subject: Alexander's Secret, part 1 Alexander's secret By David Lundquist Part 1. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it. She could not resist him. When he asked if he could come into her bed she was unable to deny him - she did not even want to. But she knew it was wrong, very wrong! But this night she had said no to him. The whole family was together for the traditional Christmas dinner. The servants ate together with the family, and as the evening wore on, Alexander's uncle who sat at her left side got more and more intimate with her. More than once she felt his hand on her leg, creeping slowly up to the secret place between her legs. She wondered if anybody would notice her blushing cheeks. Alexander's uncle was very charming and very rich, and when he asked if he could visit her in her room in the night, she said yes. So when putting Alexander to bed later that evening, she told him that he could not come into her bed that night, as she would have a visitor. He was very disappointed and turned his back to her when she tried to kiss him goodnight. But when she promised him that he could come into her bed the next night, and that they could play doctor and nurse, he turned back to her and gave her a big wet kiss on the chin. When undressing and going to bed, making herself ready for the visit she would soon have, she started to think over what had happened the last four and a half year she had worked in the Granheim family. Alexander was what had happened to her. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it. He was so cute, so warm, so beautiful, so nice, and very very exciting. His skin was so smooth, so soft and without any blemish. His dark, rich and lustrous hair, his eyes so big and deep. Just thinking about tracing her finger down from his throat across his chest down over his smooth but hard belly, past his cute "inny" belly button, down to his.. She stopped her thought there. It was wrong, very wrong. But the thought made the sweet feeling flow out from her crotch. Her breath quickened, and she could feel the heat in her cheeks. He was more like a girl than a boy, with his long, dark brown hair, his soft muscles, his smooth skin and his big, big eyes. She had early understood that she preferred girls to men, and that he was as close to a girl that she could wish for. She had had grown men in her bed, and although it had been exciting enough, she preferred Alexander's soft and smooth body for the hard and rough bodies to the men that she had allowed to come in her bed. It had started shortly after she was employed by the Granheim family to look after their two kids, Fanny and Alexander. It was an easy job, the kids were very well behaved and easy to handle. Alexander was 9 and Fanny 8 when she moved in with the family. Her sleeping room was adjacent to the children's room, with a door between them. Her day usually ended with putting Alexander to bed and listen to their mother saying the evening prayers with her children before the lights were put out and she could go into her own room and close the door to the children's room. Then she had the day off and could read or write letters while the children started their nights sleep. Or that was the theory. What often happened instead was that Alexander, after his sister had fallen asleep, careful not to make any noise, went out of his bed and came into her room and her bed. It had started a night with a terrible thunderstorm. After an exceptional loud clap the door to her room opened and both Alexander and Fanny stood in the door with tears in their eyes, and asked meekly if they could come in her bed with her. She did not have the heart to say no them, and soon she had a kid on each side of her under the comforter. It was decent enough, both their kids wore their pajamas, and she had a modest night dress on. It was nice to have the kids in her bed, especially Alexander. He was pretty in such a way that she almost lost her breath looking at his peaceful face, sleeping with his head beside her on her pillow. After that night they both came into her bed a couple of times together, but then Alexander started to come alone into her bed after Fanny had fallen asleep. She did not mind at all, as she loved to have him in her bed together with her. It was all very proper, he was always lying nicely at her side, but after a couple of nights, he snuggled close in beside her, till it was the norm that he fell asleep almost every night with his head on her shoulder and his body tightly pressed to hers. Even though she never - at least in the first years - connected anything sexual in him sleeping together with her, there was something in her sub-consciousness that found it exciting in a strange sweet way. The heat from his body seeped that seeped into her made her warmer than the contact with his body alone could be responsible for. The thought of his body so close to her made her breast nipples tickle in a funny way, and her pussy warm and moist. She did not connect it with Alexander being a boy, but it made the nights with him in her bed something extra, something that they shared together, they alone. He was 12 now, close to 13. Although she had seen him naked countless times, it was more that a year she last saw his slender smooth body. Last summer his mother had decided that Alexander should take his baths alone, after she one evening came into the bathroom when she was washing him while he stood naked in the bath. She was not sure, but it might have been the sight of Alexander's penis that was not that small anymore, half stiff out from his groin, that had made his mother decide that he was old enough to wash himself. Until then she was seeing Alexander naked almost every day, helping him to dress and with his bath. In the beginning she washed him all over when he stood up in the bathtub, but later he wanted to wash himself, at least between the legs. But she was there almost every time, watching his beautiful body. Even though she did not know much about how boys developed, she clearly noticed how he entered puberty, before his mother made him take his baths alone. The funny thing was that when she could see him naked, she never consciously saw or connected the sight of the naked boy to anything sexual - although it was clearly that the boy did as he often got an erection when she washed him - a thing they both ignored. But after she was denied to bath him, she started to get sexual thoughts when thinking of his naked body, and she started to long to see him naked again. This gave his nights in her bed an extra dimension. The idea of having him almost naked with her in her bed made her body tingle in a strange way. She recognized the feelings clearly, he made her aroused. The last year she had started to "spoon" him, lying behind him and pressing her body to his backside. Of course her hands soon found their way to his front. In the beginning she fondled his breast and stomach on the outside of his pajamas, but after a couple of nights she slowly undid the buttons on his pajamas top, and let her hands caress his naked skin. She played with his nipples - which grew hard very fast - and with his nice little belly button. Every night her hands crept lower on his stomach, and she was sure that they both knew what had to happen sooner or later. One night when her hand crept down to the hem of his pajamas bottoms, he stopped breathing while her hand lingered there, but when her fingers slowly crept in under the string and down on his downy skin over his pubes, he slowly let out his breath. She lost her nerve then, and stopped the downwards drift of her hand. But then he took hold of her hand and slowly but firmly pressed it further down on his body, till she felt his dick against her fingers. He was very hard, and when she opened her hand and softly took hold of him, he sighed. She knew it was wrong, but she could not help it. She took hold of him, felt up and down on the hot and hard thing that stood stiff up along his stomach. When she let her fingers slide over the warm and slightly softer head, before she slowly pulled his foreskin down on him, his body shivered. She did not do much more that night, just holding him and caressing him, but they were both happy with it, and they both fell asleep after a short while. She woke up early. Alexander was sleeping softly at her side. His pajamas bottoms were down around his legs, and her hand cupped his now soft penis. It felt so nice and warm, and when she carefully caressed it, she could feel how it started to get bigger and harder. But just then she heard someone coming up the steps outside her room. She quickly let go of Alexander, and pulled up his pajamas bottoms. When the door to her room opened she pretended to sleep. "So cute they are!" she could her Alexander's mother exclaiming. "But is it proper, you know, that he's sleeping in her bed?" "Don't bother! It does no harm, they're kids both of them! I'm sure she does not even know what to do with a dick!" She heard Sofie, Alexander's mother's sister in law. "But he does! I saw him playing with himself this other day!" exclaimed his mother. "Sure he does, being a Granheim, I would expect him to know what to do with his plaything!" They both laughed loud. "Look, I want to frighten her!" his mother said. And suddenly her comforter was quickly dragged off them. "What is this!" Alexander's mother exclaimed. "What are you doing with my son?" It did not help so much that she knew she was just making believe, she was really scared and stammered that Alexander was frightened by something and had asked to come into her bed. At least she had managed to pull up his pajamas bottoms before they came into the room, so it was not a total scandal, but the experience made her more careful. As a result Alexander was not allowed into her bed for a week or so. But he came back, and the memory of that night made her heart flutter! --------------------------- Please write comments to davidi50@hotmail.com