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"GAH!" A terrified boy flung himself upwards, out of his slumber, in response to a loud crash of wood on wood. The world went dark for the boy, an all-consuming dread threatened to settle in his mind, ‘Something is very wrong, run!’ his mind whispered to him, and he would have obeyed it too, had not the gentle shaking, then a warm embrace replaced his thoughts. He threw himself into this comforting hug, unheeding of who or what it was from.
He shook in their arms, he could almost make out the reassurances being whispered from them, rubbing circles into his back, trying to calm his nerves. His breathing was still shaky, soft sobs almost making through his mouth. He buried his face further into the embrace, unwilling to let the world see his despair.
In his eyes, he didn’t deserve this peace.
As Basil tried to recover from his sudden burst of panic, Polly looked down at him, as she hugged the poor boy. She had been trying to make dinner for the both of them and her mind just so happened to drift, from the meal she was preparing, to the boy who was taking an impromptu nap on the couch.
She frowned as she looked at him. There was very little Polly knew about the boy with whom she shared a roof. Skittish, withdrawn, kind and sensitive blended into the little gardener, and that was about as much as she knew, along with a few tidbits of his life.
But Polly was aware such anxiety was a bit excessive, especially for a boy his age. Her mind tried to connect the dots of why exactly he was like this, prolonged separation from parents? The condition of his grandmother? How he seemingly had no friends? It was worrying to her. Did something horrible happen? How he would often look outside the window, at other children playing outside with hesitation on his face, was he being bullied?
It was in the midst of these thoughts that Polly neglected her current task enough to bump a small wooden container, it would have been startling to some, sure, but not to this degree, clattering loudly to the floor and eliciting the terrified reaction from her charge. At first, she tried calling his name, trying to calm him down with her voice alone, when his body started shaking, Polly worriedly approached closer, laying her hands on his shoulders, trying to bring Basil back to reality. When that doesn"t work, she settles for the last thing her mind can think of, a hug.
How he clung and tried to suppress himself sent more alarm bells ringing in her head, but she ignored them for now, instead trying her best to comfort the disturbed boy.
It was minutes before Basil’s breathing began to steady, and gently tried to unwrap himself.
Polly slowly disengaged, staring worriedly at his tearful face.
“Basil? Are you okay?”
Basil stared at her for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts, trying to keep the self-hatred at bay as he realized he had most likely disturbed the caretaker.
“I-I’m okay. Really.” Basil finally replied as his hand wiped the dampness of his eyes.
Clearly Polly did not believe this, but chose to let it slide at least for now.
“If…you’re sure…” She stretched out a hand towards him. “Dinner’s almost ready, come on.” She smiled softly at him, to further sate his worries.
Basil stared at the hand offered to him and decided to hold it, but didn’t get up immediately.
“U-um. Polly?” Basil fidgeted nervously.
“Yes?”
“Can I skip dinner? I don’t feel too well right now…”
Polly’s face fell at this. “Are you sure? Eating might help you feel better.”
“I’m sure.” Basil nodded, looking down at his own feet. “I think…I’ll just go to sleep.”
Polly sat still for a moment, but hesitantly conceded. Without really thinking about it, she softly pulled Basil up, and still holding on to his hand, led him to his room.
Basil didn’t say anything, the urge to let go or hold on tighter to this unexpected warmth waging a war in his head as they went upstairs.
She opened the door and walked to his bed. They stood there, not really looking or saying anything to one another.
She placed a hand on top of the one she was already holding, hoping for it to be seen as a comforting gesture. “You can talk to me if you want Basil, I’m here for you okay?” She gently squeezed. “Even if it’s not about what’s bothering you, just anything really, small talk. Okay?” She sent a soft smile at him.
Basil looked at her, how she really was just trying to help. He shakily nodded, and hesitantly slid out of her grasp. “Thank you.” He said, hushed. In a spur of the moment act, he gave her a hug, as if to express his gratitude for what she has done for him and his grandmother. A hug that caught her off-guard for a moment before she returned it.
After a bit, they separated, and Basil climbed onto his bed, as Polly walked out the door.
It has been a few days since that little incident, and much to Polly’s surprise, Basil actually tried to make an effort to connect with her. It was slow, yes, and mostly it was reserved to a few sentences, but it was certainly an improvement to how he usually avoids her.
Polly has also begun to pay more attention to the flowers Basil had, always finding it within herself to admire and even be a bit proud of her young charge for showing such responsibility. How he tended to his plants, and the care he would give them.
She would even water them for him whenever he was absent. Such an action had become second nature to her soon enough, and now she waters them instead for a much needed moment of relaxation.
She is certain Basil doesn’t know yet. How often that boy would worry her…
Like right now.
Once more, she was diligently watering Basil’s plants, taking occasional glances out the window, waiting for the blonde to come home. He had gone out, saying that he simply needed a walk. Polly thinks he just needed some space, of course, with a relative on their deathbed, it is not surprising to see one so withdrawn.
His grandmother was resting easier now, but it is getting late, and Basil is still nowhere to be seen.
Just as she was considering going outside to look for him, the front door creaked open, and an exhausted Basil slowly came in.
Polly immediately drops the watering can and surges forward to hug Basil.
Ever since that little incident on the couch, she had never gone for another hug, she was too shy, she didn’t want to push her boundaries and seem coddling.
But this time the worry pushed her usual shyness away. Basil is taken back, but doesn’t react.
"Oh, thank goodness you"re fine! I didn"t know what to do..."
A few seconds too late has Polly realizing her actions and pries herself away.
She profusely apologizes to Basil, saying that she was just worried whilst looking away, a flush rising to her face.
Basil looks at her, tears on his eyes, and throws himself at her to hug back, nearly toppling the two on the floor.
Polly lets out a timid “Eep!” and looks like a deer caught in headlights as Basil rests his head on her shoulder.
His gaze wanders to the room as Polly"s mind is still trying to process the hug and is slowly trying to hug back.
"You were... watering my flowers?" Basil"s voice croaks out surprised amidst Polly"s hair. He was rather surprised, amidst the emotional mess his mind was currently going through.
Basil"s soft voice snapped Polly out of her small shock, and properly hugged him.
"I got worried so, I wanted to make myself useful, and I like flowers." Polly answers, feeling guilty.
Basil takes a few moments to process that information, a weak smile on his face.
“O-oh…I didn’t know.” He looks quite downcast, burying his face into her shoulder. “A-and don’t worry about being useful! You, you’re very helpful! More help than I ever will…” He whispered that last part to himself.
But Polly heard, and immediately she resolved to get him out of such a negative mindset. “Basil…I know how your grandmother’s condition is affecting you, but I promise, you mean more to her than I do.”
“You really think so? I don’t think she can even hear me anymore…”
“I know so.” Polly smiled reassuringly at him. She could tell how much she meant to him. With how absent his parents were from his life…
Basil clung to her tighter, seeking comfort, away from his dark thoughts, and chose to anchor himself here, to the tiny peace the caretaker gave him.
They stayed like that for a while, and when they finally separated, Basil gave her a heartfelt smile, and as best as he could, “T-thank you, Polly.”
“Of course.” Polly smiled back at him, pleased that she was able to brighten his day, just a little. “It’s getting late now, do you want to help me make dinner?” She offered. Basil nodded eagerly as a reply. Breathing a small sigh of relief, Polly turned around and led Basil to their kitchen. “Is there anything you had in mind?” She asked him, unaware of how Basil’s eyes curiously traced her form from top to bottom.
Unaware of the warm feelings settling in his chest, from a person who cared a lot for him, not just as her job, but as a person as well.
Basil gulped and answered back, half-aware of a sudden stiffness in his lower region…
It would be a few weeks before things escalated, and what a large leap it was.
The day had started so normally. Begin her daily routine of getting ready for the day, check up on the condition of Basil’s grandmother, and prepare a meal for the both of them. Simple.
She called for Basil once preparations were set, and she frowned at the silence that responded.
She called again, still no answer.
Curious, she went upstairs, perhaps he was still asleep?
At the door, she knocked. “Basil? Are you there? May I come in?” No response.
Asleep, she decided then, spurred by assertiveness within herself, she opened the door without permission.
She regretted this decision, as she stared at the sight in front of her.
Perhaps she should have knocked harder.
Or perhaps she should have expected this? He is a growing boy after all…
If only to avoid the awkward situation she found herself in, witnessing her young charge naked, and sweating.
Something about this sight prevented Polly from doing the obvious thing and closing the door, to shut the memory away and never speak of it, if only to save each other from further embarrassment.
Even more tantalizin-concerning. Concerning, she affirmed in her mind was his hand, wrapped around his cute- NO. Penis.
Stroking.
Up and down.
He looked…very engaged in it. So much so that he didn’t even notice her just gawking.
Then came the breathy whispers from his mouth.
“P-Polly…”
If she was stiff from shock before, now she was frozen in embarrassment. She and him have been getting closer lately…
It was all innocent of course, words that offer love and support, how she would listen to him whenever he would discuss his activities, and very rarely hugs, which he would cling to her tightly.
Perhaps she should have expected the effects of this closeness on a mind going through puberty.
A part of her mind acknowledged that he was pleasuring himself to her.
She would never admit out loud that she was very flattered by it.
Why was she here again?
Right. Eat. Food. Downstairs.
Her eyes continued to stare, body unmoving, focused on the boy pleasuring himself in front of her. To her. She really should NOT be doing this, he’s…he’s your responsibility! He’s so young!
Apparently her body didn’t care as she simply stared.
Long enough for a part of Basil’s stimulated mind to focus on the other presence in his room.
The person he was just thinking of.
Polly.
POLLY?!
Immediately he froze, having nearly leapt out of his bed from the shock.
He didn’t cover himself immediately, slender body shaking in tight panic.
Seeing that he stopped, Polly looked up to meet Basil’s fearful expression. Oh dear.
She has to say something, apologize for barging in, make any excuse-
“It’s okay. It’s natural.”
Okay, that wasn’t so bad, Polly thought to herself.
What was more concerning to her however, is how she stepped inside and shut the door behind her.
Basil stared, uncomprehending, still waiting for a sudden outburst from the person who cared for him-
“You were…thinking about me, right?”
Basil thought he couldn’t be more ashamed, She heard?! , he looked down and was ready to apologize profusely when he heard the words:
“It’s okay.” Basil sat still.
What was she saying? Stop making things worse! Polly said to herself. It was worrying enough that she did nothing but watch him masturbate, even worse when she stepped inside, now what? Was she…encouraging him to continue? Right in front of her?
Polly didn’t know. She simply spoke whatever felt right to her.
Slowly she approached, as to not further shake her young charge.
Basil watched her every step, every inch she got closer, was another jolt of fear and arousal through his body. Wasn’t she disgusted?
Close enough, she sat down at the edge of his bed.
Her eyes trailed down, back to the still erect shaft.
Neither said a word. Both in the dark regarding each other’s intentions.
Polly decided to take initiative.
“G-go on…Don’t let me stop you, it would help if I’m…right here, wouldn’t it?” Polly spoke, stilted and nervous. What was she saying? Of course he wouldn’t! This is bad! She shouldn’t be doing this. She almost lost her nerve, whatever she was thinking lost in a sea of anxiety and shame that wanted to drown her, and force her to leave.
It was a visible shake from Basil that distracted her from those thoughts.
It was when, slowly and nervously, Basil began to resume his actions.
Basil wasn’t sure what he was thinking here. He was sure he was not thinking at all at this point.
But hearing her words echo through his mind, an animalistic part of him decided to believe in them.
He heard Polly’s shuddering exhale as he began to stroke himself in front of her.
Up and down, tightly, almost painful but not very.
Slow as he may be, he felt the familiar release build up inside him.
He wouldn’t last long, he was already close before he noticed her…
She was already in front of him. She said it was fine. Why was he still holding back? He listened to those thoughts and decided to finish this quickly.
A harsh tugging. Rapid movement that couldn’t have lasted for more than a few seconds felt like forever to Polly. Simply staring at him, biting her lips, she watched the last of his restraint fade away into a blissful release.
This orgasm felt like his biggest one yet, a loud mixture of a moan and a whimper let loose from his mouth, as he collapsed down onto the sheets, a spurt bursting forth, and landing on his stomach, and a few more simply choosing to ooze out, making small streams of sperm trail down his erection, staining the bed with his pleasure.
Polly watched all of this with extreme concentration, watching how each bead trailed down, his ecstatic face, open mouth, flushed expression and teary eyed from the intensity of his release.
She didn’t know exactly what compelled her to remain and watch him there, but she was certain it’s just a spur of the moment, one-time thing.
Right?
She quickly proved herself wrong the next day.
“Y-you want to…watch me? A-again?” Basil stuttered, disbelief and a slowly reddening face visible.
“It…feels good for you, right? I…don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me, is-is that okay?” Polly nervously replied back. While her statement was true, the sheer silence they had between each other yesterday said enough. She was hoping they would move past it. What was she doing? Taking advantage of a clearly hormonal boy like this, she’s going to be arrested, she’s sure-
“…o-okay…” A whisper so small she barely heard it.
The next moment they were at his room, once more at the bed. Once more, silent.
A bold idea shone in Polly’s mind, but surely she couldn’t do that? She was just here to…make sure he isn’t uncomfortable through all this! That’s right! Fantasizing about someone you see on a day to day basis must be grating on him so-he was staring at her breasts.
That was enough motivation for Polly to voice out her suggestion. “Do you…want me to take my top off, Basil?” Her question was met with a shocked stare. Then, after a few moments, a hesitant nod.
Okay. She can do this. She assured herself. This is just a one-time thing. It will NOT happen again.
She took off her sweater, slowly pulling it upwards. Fully off, revealed her bountiful bosom, wrapped in a plain black bra. Basil did nothing but stare.
It was just supposed to be the top she said to herself. Up until her hands reached behind her.
Until she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the bed, revealing her mounds in all their glory.
Basil was unable to stop himself that time, immediately stroking mindlessly, not even bothering to start slowly.
A one-time thing, she always told herself. Just this once, she would remind herself.
Now where was she?
With the moon rising high, she told him: “Do you want to touch them?”
Now here they were, Polly sitting up straight as Basil’s firm but clammy hands rubbed her breasts.
They were too big for him to grope it fully in one hand, and he spent his time just running all over her mounds. Stiff fingers making contact with stiff nipples, damp hands running over soft warmth.
This was wrong. She felt great -horrible, as if she was taking advantage of Basil.
It won’t go any further than this.
“HAAaaauu!” Basil let out a loud and rather effeminate cry as he released small strands of white all over Polly’s bare stomach.
Polly encouraged Basil to get closer to him. Making up some excuse to not dirty his bed, she couldn’t remember, she was too busy staring at the warm lines of semen on her body.
She scooped some of it with a finger and put it inside her mouth.
Basil watched every move, the erotic sight invigorating him into another erection.
Polly is unsure how many more excuses she can make for herself. For him.
But it would always work out, he was more open with her now. Going out of his way to make time for her. Sharing more and more about himself. But not enough, she could feel there were still something bothering him.
She would help with that, she decided. And what better way there is, to do something that makes them both happy?
Happy. She was fine with this. Whatever shame she initially felt, gone now. Perhaps held back by this perverted act but-
“Haaa! P-Polly! AaaAH!” Her mind snapped back to reality upon the mention of her name and she felt smaller drops of warmth land on her. She accepted it all, some whispers, words of encouragement bumbling out of her mouth, sounding nonsensical, even to her.
How far will she fall? How far can the both of them take this?
It wasn’t a lie when Polly cared for Basil a lot. Granted, it was quite a bit of time and some circumstances led them to being this close. But Polly cherished this closeness, a simple joy in her, at giving a troubled boy like Basil love and care.
And he was so shy too! She wanted to break him out of his little bubble.
Not to turn him into some jerk per se, but she just wants him to show some assertiveness.
She was certain he would need it.
She wasn’t expecting it to manifest like this.
Tending to his plants, with Polly helping him. Arranging flower pots, tilling the soil, watering then, when all was done Basil, working up as much of his nerve as he could, blurted out his desire:
“C-can I put it…between your…ah…” Basil faltered at the last word, too shy to say such a thing.
Polly, surprised, and rather sweaty from their little activity had one thing to say: “Of course.”
It was such a cute thing, Polly decided, throbbing and needy. Now it was aimed between her breasts.
Hands on either side of them, her sweater discarded on the sofa, she offered them to the boy.
Shaking with both anticipation and nervousness, Basil held his cock with one hand, the other, the other gripping one of Polly’s shoulders for support. His knees feel like they would collapse any minute.
A deep breath and he eased it into the crevice between the mounds.
Instantaneously, Basil felt weakness surge as pleasure overwhelmed his brain.
So soft. So warm. The plushy texture devoured his tool whole, the slick sweat trailing down her neck, into the tight space between her breasts , how Polly bit her lips as she felt the stiffness settle between her mounds.
Too much for the young gardener to handle all at once, filling the space between with strands of cum.
Polly kneeled there, staring at Basil’s face, ripe with bliss, gripping her shoulder tightly, feverishly moaning her name as he came.
She gulped. Cute. Too cute. So very cute
Her face leaned forwards and planted soft smooches across Basil’s slender tummy, further intensifying his orgasm.
In the night, when all was silent, A woman indulged a boy in his hormonal desires.
Desires that he felt were wrong.
Desires that he felt undeserving of.
Desires that were now consuming him.
A new position, one exciting to both of them.
Basil lay on Polly’s lap, his head cradled by one of her hands, pressing him against a breast.
He eagerly lapped and sucked at the nipple, the sharp breaths he could hear from the caretaker, spurring him to keep going.
As he indulged in her bosom, Polly gripped his cock tightly with her other hand, gently stroking up and down and relishing each shiver her young charge gave in approval.
They had rushed into this position, too excited to think about anything else. Polly was barely hanging on, her focus directed at Basil, his mouth, his body, his cock.
She didn’t have time to consider the moral implications of this.
He wanted her so much.
And she was very willing to give it to him .
She held him closer now, the hand cradling the back of his head, pushing him into her nipple, she shivered at every lick, suck and nibble he gave.
The hand stroking him moved faster, her slick, damp hand, determined to extract him.
Soon enough, Basil came. Filling her hand with white batter, almost scalding in its warmth inside her hand.
She should have stopped there. He was clearly satisfied now. But his cock was still oh so very stiff.
He could go for one more round right?
She reasoned to herself before resuming her firm stroking.
“A-ah!? P-Polly? W-wait, I jus-aaaah!” Basil mindlessly moaned into her boob as she continued stroking.
She was focused on that shaft now, how hard it was, how it was still throbbing, the strands of white coating her hand, providing additional lubrication.
She gripped the back of Basil’s head harder, unconsciously, pushing him harder into the breast he was just savoring.
She felt him moan into her body, the potent scent of their lewd act permeating the room. It was all she could focus on.
With every firm jerk, she felt him shudder and squirm, until finally, a second orgasm was extracted from him. Basil groaned into Polly’s breast, trapped by her hand and her softness, unable to inhale but her scent.
It drove him wild, making his second burst feel better than the last, despite having fewer strands to let loose.
They paused for a second, both of them breathing hard.
Polly, still functioning on her now unrestrained impulses, noticed how the stiffness in her hand was still throbbing. Erect and proud.
A thought crossed her mind, perhaps this was enough?
No. Look, he’s still hard. It must hurt for him. One more. Just one more. It couldn’t hurt, right?
All rational thought faded from the both of them that night.
Polly, mindlessly determined to extract every drop of sperm from him,
And Basil, his mind melting between Polly’s breasts, her intoxicating scent and her enthusiastic hand milking him through the night.
He would wake up in the morning, very tired and very thirsty.
And a warm body wrapped around him, almost possessively.