Veronica and Katie Chapter 5

Veronica & Katie

by Sally and Mary

Chapter Five

Veronica & Katie is a long, multi-part story about Veronica, her eleven-year-old niece Katie and assorted others who come into their lives. In chapter five, Veronica picks up Katie and takes her home.

This series is a work of fiction and it contains graphic scenes of sexual activity among consenting underage girls and adult females. If this type of content offends you or if you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

It was after 6:00 on Friday evening by the time all the documentation was completed at the Katoomba office of FACS. Katie was now officially released into the custody of her only known relative. Veronica had felt her impatience grow as Katie's case manager Phoebe once again explained the responsibilities and processes that would be involved in Katie living with her.

Veronica had sat quietly, listening attentively to anything that may have raised a warning signal – unannounced visits, psychological interviews, mentoring, anything that may have caused some consternation around what she had planned over the coming months.

But much to her relief, the two-hour debrief was mainly concerned with schooling, the importance of maintaining social contacts with old friends, arrangements for periodical welfare visits and the importance of Katie having a safe and secure home environment.

Remaining focussed and responsible, the only time Veronica felt her thoughts take an inappropriate turn was when Phoebe mentioned Katie's continuing issue with her strained thigh muscle from the accident and the need for regular physiotherapy visits and remedial massage.

Remaining composed even as she felt her pussy tingle, Veronica explained that she had an excellent physiotherapist she could book for Katie and that she had a Certificate 3 in remedial massage and could also help with that part of the treatment.

Phoebe stopped shuffling the files on her desk and raised her head slightly, a slightly quizzical look on her face. "Really? That's interesting. Was this before you became a lawyer"?

Veronica felt like she was about to burst out laughing. Should she just tell her the truth? She had taken the Cert 3 a few years ago as she knew such a qualification could provide the chance to practice on lovely young girls.

"No, it's just an interest I have. I'm pretty passionate about the benefits of massage, especially around dealing with stress and well-being and I just wanted to learn more."

Taking another cursory look at the lady sitting opposite her, Phoebe was pleased with Veronica's sensible and conservative appearance. Nice off-the-shoulder navy blue jumpsuit, wedged open-toe sandals and minimum make-up confirmed that Katie would be well looked after. Satisfied also that Katie's aunt was well off financially and that she fully understood all the responsibilities involved in her care, the welfare officer was happy to sign the release papers and make arrangements for Katie to be brought to reception.

Veronica had been hoping for an enthusiastic greeting from her niece, throwing her arms around her aunt, pressing her small frame against the more womanly figure before her, but she was disappointed. There was no babbling about how happy she was that she was going to live with her Aunt V, no signs that the girl was happy to be reunited with family, grateful to be leaving her temporary carers.

Luckily she had been warned that Katie was still traumatised from the accident and had become withdrawn and difficult. But she was still disappointed at how stiff the child felt as she reluctantly accepted her aunt's embrace, her thin arms hanging loosely at her side.

Not showing her disappointment, determined to allow the child time to grieve, Veronica slowly walked to her car, one hand gently resting on Katie's shoulder, her heart bursting with joy as she realised that both their lives were about to change.

There would be changes for both of them that the welfare office had discussed, but also changes unknown to anyone except Veronica – changes both intimate and loving, but in a way unfathomable to accepted norms of behaviour. Ensuring the child was safely buckled in, Veronica put the small carry-on bag containing Katie's personal items and tossed it in the back seat. She then slid into the front seat of the car.

"You okay honey? Katie, are you okay?" The questions hung in the air, the silence amplified by the close confines of the car. "We'll be home in a few hours."

Moments passed as Veronica sat quietly, staring straight ahead. She eventually turned slightly and gazed adoringly at her niece. For the first time in several hours, Veronica allowed herself to relax a bit, her body feeling the tension and suspense of the afternoon interview beginning to subside.

In the welfare office, it had taken all of her self-control not to allow her body to respond as it normally would to the knowledge that the girl she so much desired and wanted would shortly be put into her care, that tonight they would be sharing the same house, if not a bed.

But now, alone in her car with her pretty niece, about to start their new life together, Veronica allowed that familiar tingle to surface. Taking advantage of Katie staring forlornly out the side window, Veronica admired the attractive child who she hoped would eventually become everything she had dreamt about.

Her niece looked so tiny and almost lost in the seat, her small frame sinking deeply into the soft leather. Her legs dangled loosely in mid-air, causing her thin light blue cotton skirt to ride up over her thighs, the soft creamy inside drawing a slight tightening of Veronica's heart, imagining running her hand over the unblemished skin, warm and firm.

Veronica suddenly became aware of the lengthening shadows of the evening and, forcing her gaze away from the girl beside her, checked the instrument panel. "It's 7 o'clock. We should be home by 9. How does that sound?"

Veronica could tell that an answer would not be forthcoming as Katie continued to stare out the window, her back turned away from her. She was about to start the car when she heard the quietest little murmur.

"Sorry, Katie, what did you say?"

Katie waited a full minute before finally muttering, "It's not my home. Why can't I stay here?"

"Oh Katie, we have talked about this already. You know why you can't stay here."

"But I don't want to leave my friends."

"I know honey, but it's for the best. You know that. I promise we can go back to the mountains often if you want or your friends can visit you."

"Please, can't we stay? Please Aunt V. Can't you live here too? Please," Katie pleaded.

"I wish I could Katie, but my work is in Sydney. Trust me, honey, you just need to give it time. You will love Sydney."

"I hate you. I really, really hate you."

Veronica could hear soft, gentle sobs in the quiet interior of her car. Knowing the child needed to cry, Veronica started the car and turned onto the highway. After several kilometres, the traffic began to be very congested and she realised they might not be home before 10:00.

"Looks like we will be late. Let's stop and get something to eat. Maccas sound okay"? Thinking she was going to be ignored again she decided that maybe they would skip the meal.

A soft little voice arose into the darkened car. "I'm not allowed to eat at McDonald's. My dad said it's not good for me. He spanked me last time he found out I ate there with friends."

"Spanked for Maccas? That's horrible. Well, I'll not tell anyone, okay? It'll be our little secret." Veronica remembered seeing Katie's dad spank her, with a mixture of disgust and excitement.

Veronica felt her pussy tighten as she realised that this conversation could be a baby step, drawing the child into a conspiracy of secrets – a chance to test if the young girl could be trusted, trusted to keep secrets, beginning with innocent enough actions, nothing too untoward.

"Your parents were quite strict weren't they?"

Veronica could sense Katie turning slightly to face her.

"I wasn't even allowed to watch TV. All my friends thought that was weird."

"Yeah, I thought that was a bit tough. I could get in trouble with the social worker because she wants me to keep your mum and dad's rules, but if you promise not to tell her we can watch TV sometimes, okay? But you have to promise to never, ever tell her. Promise?"

"I promise," Katie said softly.

Veronica felt her hands tighten on the wheel as she realised the implications if Katie could be trusted. But she needed to be certain before crossing certain boundaries. Just one more little test, providing a carrot for Katie to break their confidentiality.

"If Phoebe finds out that I haven't followed your old routines you could be sent back to a foster home, understand?"

Turning to face her niece directly, she could see by Katie's furrowed brow that she was beginning to understand what her aunt had just said. Veronica was satisfied that the seed had been planted. Next week's interview between Katie and Phoebe would be interesting. If Veronica wanted to continue her plan to seduce the pre-teen she needed to be sure that the child could keep secrets.

As they travelled along the highway, Veronica spotted a McDonald's up ahead on the left and pointed to it. "Yay," said Katie as she pulled into the drive-thru.

"What would you like sweetheart?" asked Veronica as they pulled up beside the menu boards.

"Um, a happy meal with a cheeseburger and a coke please," she replied.

"I think I'll have a cheeseburger meal with a coffee," replied Veronica as she inched her car forward, trying to remember the last time she had fast food.

She paid for their order and when it was delivered to the window, she balanced it on Katie's lap as she drove out. Just up the road, there was a lay-by so she pulled in so they could eat.

"This is so yummy," said Katie as she took a big bite of her cheeseburger.

"Yes it's very yummy," agreed Veronica and she watched some ketchup squeeze out of the bottom of Katie's burger and land on the front of her skirt.

They both said "Oops!" together and Veronica leaned across to wipe it up with a napkin, loving the feel of her little pubic bone under the material. Katie watched what she was doing.

"Sorry I made a mess," she said quietly, looking down at the stain.

"Don't worry sweetheart, you can take your skirt off when we get home and I'll put it in the washing machine."

"Dad would yell at me and maybe hit me if I got my clothes dirty."

"That's terrible that he would do that for such a little thing. It was an accident, and no harm was done. I would never even raise my voice for that, Katie." Veronica used her best soothing tone of voice.

Katie looked slightly relieved. After they finished eating, she asked, "When are we getting there?"

"As I said, around ten," replied Veronica. "Why don't you try and get some sleep?" She drove on as Katie drifted off to sleep after finishing her dinner.

After passing through her security gate, Veronica brought the car to a gentle halt by her sweeping entrance, careful not to wake the sleeping child. Moving around to the passenger side she quietly opened the door open and couldn't help smiling at the little girl asleep, her knees drawn up under her chin. Reaching in, Veronica gently lifted her out of the car and kicked the door closed.

Putting one hand under the child's bottom for support, she was amazed at how light and fragile Katie felt. She also felt a tingle surge through her body. The feeling of Katie's little body against hers was overwhelming and she felt her juices trickling from her swollen pussy.

She could feel the contours of her perfect little bum cheeks. So soft, yet taut at the same time and she fought the urge to squeeze them as she entered her home, loving how the girl's arms were wrapped around her neck, how her soft warm cheek was pressed against her own, her blond hair softly rubbing against her neck.

She walked straight to Katie's bedroom and laid the child down on the bed. The little girl's cotton dress had ridden right up revealing her incredibly smooth narrow thighs up to the little pink knickers that Katie had put on that morning, a little motif of a teddy bear adorned the front of her knickers right above the girl's pubic mound, white lace trim adorning the elastic waistband.

Taking advantage of the sleeping child, Veronica eased Katie's skirt off her resting body, clad now only in her white singlet and pink knickers, her feet still clad in her gym shoes and socks. Veronica slipped the shoes off the girl's feet and threw them on the pile of clothing. Katie opened her eyes and started to struggle, twisting her body one way and then the other, her legs kicking out.

Veronica knelt next to her, leaning forward and gently but firmly placing her hands on her tiny shoulders. She immediately became still and Veronica could see Katie's eyes become wide with anger. She was expecting it but it still tugged at her heartstrings.

"Let me go. I want to go home. Please Aunt V, can't we go home?"

"You need to rest, Katie," she said, and the little girl turned her head away from her. Veronica took her little face in her hands and looked into her eyes. "Katie, look at me," she said, her voice consoling but firm. "You really must rest for a while."

Katie shook her head, her little face still showing a degree of defiance. "I want my mummy!" she shouted, her expression a mixture of hurt and anger. "I HATE YOU and want my mummy. Get away from me, leave me alone."

A tear rolled down her cheek which Veronica wiped away tenderly. "I know you do, but your mummy has gone to heaven and I'll be looking after you from now on. You will be safe with me and I'm going to make everything alright."

Katie continued to pout but didn't say anything else. She yawned.

"Sweetheart, it's very late but I need to give your legs a rub before bed. Phoebe wants you to continue with the physio so I'll do a quick massage tonight then we can organise some proper physio sessions tomorrow."

"I don't want a massage. It hurts."

"I know darling, but I won't be so hard and anyway it's for the best, otherwise you mightn't be able to play football anytime soon."

Katie turned her head and watched as Veronica opened a drawer and took out a bottle. Her aunt sat beside her and squeezed some liquid onto her hand before offering it to Katie.

"Smell nice?" she asked.

"Like flowers," replied Katie as she screwed her little nose up.

Veronica rubbed her hands to warm them, then knelt on the bed beside Katie. "Relax sweetheart," she whispered, then gently but purposefully rubbed the lotion into her soft flesh.

"Time to wake your legs up," she said with a smile, and for the first time, she received a smile in return.

She watched as Katie settled back with her legs stretched out in front of her and knelt beside her. She squeezed some more lotion onto her hands and started to work on the thigh furthest from her, kneading gently, feeling her muscles flex then relax. She started at mid-thigh then moved down to her knee, stopping to manipulate her tiny kneecap, then onto her lower leg.

She placed a hand below her calf muscle, squeezing it gently as she raised her leg off the bed. She massaged her little foot, pleasantly surprised to notice she wasn't ticklish and slid her fingers between her tiny toes. She then moved back up her leg, over her knee then onto her thigh. She massaged her flesh firmly, totally captivated by the softness of her skin, with her hands moving in circles and inching slowly higher.

She purposefully pushed Katie's leg away from her, her knee automatically bending and allowing access to her inner thigh. She almost gasped as she felt Katie's tendon beneath her soft skin, her fingertips following its path almost to the hollow in her groin, then moved to her other leg. Once again she massaged the leg closest to her. Her hands copied what she'd done to her other leg, moving from mid-thigh to knee, from her calf to her beautiful foot, in-between her toes then back up again.

She looked at Katie as she massaged her thigh, noticing an almost relaxed expression on her gorgeous face. She held her gaze as she moved to her inner thigh, pulling it open and catching her breath as she felt Katie's thigh fall across her own. She used both hands to massage her tendon, moving up and down, backwards and forwards and getting oh so close to her gusset. She couldn't take her eyes from her sweet knickers. Oh, how she wanted to lean forward and bury her face between her gorgeous legs.

"Does that feel nice, sweetheart?" she asked softly.

Katie nodded, "Yes, but I'm feeling sleepy."

Veronica wasn't at all surprised after all that had happened to her little girl today. She placed her leg gently onto the bed and then pushed them together.

"Get under the covers," Veronica said with a soft smile, "You can take your knickers off then give them to me so I can wash them."

Katie yawned and nodded, crawled into bed then struggled as she pulled her knickers off. Veronica closed the blinds and took her knickers from her. She was about to kiss her forehead when she saw she had already fallen asleep, so she slowly padded out of the room to her bedroom.

Veronica quickly stripped and sat on her bed. She had so much going through her mind. Her hands slid down her sides and onto her tummy, her fingertips tracing little circles on her soft skin, the circles moving lower and her legs dropping open. She bit her lip as her fingers brushed lightly over her smooth mound, then sighed loudly as she slid the middle finger of her right hand between her swollen labia, stroking up and down the length of her slit.

Pushing her wet finger into her tight anus, her body shuddered strongly. Removing it, she stroked lightly across her perineum then circled her hot opening. She found her pussy, moaning loudly as she probed it then moved higher, holding her breath in anticipation, throwing her head back as she circled her engorged clit.

She turned her head to one side and stared at Katie's knickers on her pillow. She picked them up in her left hand, trailing the soft material up and down her trembling body, over her nipples and across her chest. She brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply, her senses assaulted by the earthy aroma.

She trailed her tongue across the soft material and then gasped as she tasted something else, the hint of female arousal. Did my little girl become excited when I massaged her?

The rhythm on her clit increased. Her hips began to gyrate, her pelvis tilting towards her eager fingers. She pushed two fingers roughly inside her slippery pussy and began to fuck herself, pushing the palm of her hand hard against her clit.

At the same time, she began to suck on Katie's soiled gusset. So many images appeared then disappeared apart from one, the image of Katie's perfect baby-like pussy. She came so hard, stuffing the knickers into her mouth to stifle her screams, her fingers a blur on her dripping pussy.

It took an age to come down, her body still trembling as her breath returned to normal. She suddenly felt exhausted. The images and questions faded and she wondered which little girl she would see in the morning – the angry Katie or the nice Katie? One thing was for certain, she loved her deeply. She curled into the foetal position and fell asleep.

Coming up in chapter six: Veronica flirts with the courier that delivers Katie's belongings. Veronica and Katie go shopping for clothes for Katie.