A red haired, freckle faced woman held herself over a toilet, her stomach attempting to empty contents which is did not possess.

Tears streamed down her face and fell into the bowl, a soft dripping noise slightly echoing from the water inside. The woman in question was hyperventilating, her bare chest heaving. She shook her head vigorously, attempting to wake herself from the nightmare she had subjected herself and one other to.

Thinking about the poor girl she had just molested made the woman feel as if her world were crumbling around her. She didn't dare look back at the peacefully sleeping, naked figure in her bed. The woman could imagine her face, the noises she made, and even the smell of her body coated in excited sweat.

Wendy shook her head again and stuck her finger down her throat to induce another wave of nothing. She deserved this punishment for what she had done to Hilda, but she knew it would never be enough.

"You know what's gonna happen… right?"

"I—" Hilda paused after Wendy broke their kiss to ask her question. Really, she couldn't think at the moment. The warmth that had grown within her was now a searing flame, begging to be released. She rubbed her legs together unconsciously, finding relief in the bit of friction she caused. Without knowing it, Hilda was discovering the art of self love.

"Hilda?"

"Yes!" Hilda shouted, then sucked in a breath. She could taste the remnants of Wendy's beer. It was an acquired taste, but the act of kissing the woman herself was too overpowering. "Sorry, I mean… I know."

Wendy giggled, and hearing such innocent mirth from this woman helped calm Hilda's nerves.

"Tell me what we're gonna do."

Hilda bit her lip. She knew exactly what was gonna happen. She had lived in the forest for most of her life and ventured out of the house every day. The young adventurer knew that, at certain seasons, animals had to mate.

"We're…" Hilda felt her breath clog in her throat. She swallowed, and leaned forward. Somehow, what she was going to say felt easier in a whisper. "We're going to have sex."

Wendy could feel the voice of reason tearing at the back of her mind, desperately trying to reach out and halt this action. Unfortunately, the alcohol still within her bloodstream was fighting much harder for inebriation.

"Cute and smart." Wendy held Hilda's face with her left hand from her sitting position on the bed. With her right hand, she stroked her fingers up and down the girl's body through her sweater. Chills ran up Hilda's spine at the touch.

"I wanna make you feel good." Wendy said, hooking the tips of her fingers under Hilda's sweater. "Will you let me?"

Hilda closed her eyes in an attempt to center herself. What she was doing, what she was about to let happen, would change her life. A mere hint of a nod, and Wendy had all she needed.

Wendy kissed Hilda for the second time in the girl's life and began lifting her sweater. She had to stop herself from licking her lips as Hilda's torso was revealed. The only piece of fabric left on the adventurer's torso after her sweater had come over her head and met the floor was a plain white training bra. It was the cutest thing Wendy had ever seen, and she couldn't wait to get under it.

Wendy noticed that Hilda still had her eyes shut tight. The girl's hands were balled into fists at her sides, and her body was shaking all over. The fact that Hilda was so nervous made the thought of ravishing her body until she couldn't think all the more appealing.

"You know, we don't have to do any of this." Wendy said, testing the waters.

"I want to." Hilda opened her eyes, determination set in her gaze. Though a myriad of feelings were roving through her body like a stampede, Hilda knew what she wanted. Rather, she thought she did. "Wendy, I… we just met this morning."

"I'm getting mixed signals here." Wendy said with a smirk. Hilda shook her head.

"But you're really pretty," Hilda continued. "I don't want that to be the only reason we do this, though. After we have… sex," Hilda hid her face at the word, the rest of her sentence muffled. "I want to be friends, and maybe, eventually… together?"

The girl tugged at Wendy's heart strings. She had to end this. She had to let Hilda down easy, send this girl home in tears. That would be the humane, right thing to do.

"Of course we can be friends." Wendy said, gently pulling Hilda's hands to reveal that adorable little face. "And, maybe in a few years, we can be together."

"Really?" Hilda's wide, hopeful smile would have sent anyone to the moon with how giddy she would make them. Wendy nodded and kissed the tip of Hilda's nose, earning a set of giggles. God did Wendy love that laugh.

Wendy gripped Hilda by her sides and pulled the girl into her lap with her legs wrapped around the taller woman's waist. The young adventurer initiated the kiss this time, wrapping her arms around Wendy's neck. Wendy kissed Hilda back with a passion, a low groan emerging from her throat as she rubbed the younger girl's back.

Hilda, with renewed confidence, took the action further. Her small hands trailed from the back of Wendy's neck to her shoulders. She slid her hands under Wendy's flannel at her shoulders and pulled the material down her arms. The red head felt a bit of pride in Hilda for taking such a step, but that pride was miniscule compared to the lust that glowed within her.

Wendy's hands moved to Hilda's waist and undid the button that held her blue skirt together. Hilda didn't notice her fabric fall from her waist. She was too busy enjoying this new sensation of being wanted, of being… well, not loved, but close to it.

Hilda's mouth opened in a small gasp when she felt something other than lips against it. Wendy took the opportunity to press onward, sliding her tongue into the opening created for her. Hilda moaned around the intruder, her own tongue instinctively fighting against Wendy's in a battle for dominance. Neither won, as Wendy pulled away from the kiss, much to Hilda's disappointment.

"Why did you stop?" Hilda whined, and was surprised to hear her own voice sound so heavy.

"So I can do this." Wendy answered. Hilda had a second to compare Wendy's voice to her own, and found them similar in how desperate they were. That moment was soon forgotten when Hilda felt lips caressing her neck.

Hilda felt her hips buck forward involuntarily at the sensitive attack. What the Hell was happening to her?

Wendy left a trail of small pecks on Hilda's tender skin. She wanted to use her teeth and get a little rough, but this was a night for soft love. She had a feeling biting would turn the girl off. Instead, when Wendy had finished her administrations, she scooped Hilda up in her arms and stood from the bed. Wendy switched their positions and stood in front of the small girl with her hands on her hips.

They were both topless save for their respective undergarments. Wendy still had her blue jeans and boots whereas Hilda had her own pair of boots along with her leggings. Wendy turned around and purposefully took her time untying her boots to take them off, giving her young partner a fantastic view of her ass. Hilda would've preferred the breasts she was staring at earlier. The seat of Wendy's pants really didn't do anything to the younger girl as she removed her own red boots. That was, until Wendy hooked her thumbs in the waist band and pulled them down to reveal a pair of white, form fitting panties.

So close was Hilda to sharing something she would never be able to take back. She sat with her hands gripping the bed sheets, though her grip was lax. The butt in front of her sent all the right signals to all the right places for Hilda. The girl was rubbing her legs together once more when Wendy turned back around after kicking off her boots and pants.

"You like what you see?" Wendy asked, striking a pose. A hand on her hip and one behind her head, Wendy emphasized her hips and chest. Hilda could only nod in response, her words having been lost to her.

Wendy was loving this. Not only was she able to indulge in her secret desires, this girl was more than willing to give up her innocence for it. Another wave of regret passed through her mind, but it was quickly pushed aside. It was getting easier to ignore the voice of her conscience.

"I'm glad." Wendy bent down and took Hilda's feet in her hands. She slowly trailed her fingers up the fabric of Hilda's leggings. Hilda leaned her head back and closed her eyes as she was felt up.

"Wait." Wendy said, pausing her roaming digits. "Something's wrong."

Hilda's head shot up straight and the worried look on her face made Wendy feel just a tad guilty about her little prank.

"These are still on~" Wendy said, holding up Hilda's clothed leg and placing a kiss on her ankle. Hilda nodded and moved to pull at the waistband of her leggings, but Wendy's hand stopped her.

"Wait. Let me." Wendy moved Hilda's hands. The young girl's chest heaved when she felt her fingers slip into the hem of her underwear, but Wendy found the separation between white and black and started pulling the leggings down.

Wendy followed Hilda's pure skin as it was revealed. Those small legs were mouth watering to the red headed woman. As Hilda lifted her legs to let Wendy take the leggings off more easily, the older woman couldn't help but notice the barest hint of a wet patch on Hilda's crotch.

"You're beautiful…" Wendy whispered, climbing on the bed to prop herself up over her young partner. Hilda held her arms bent at her sides, and her eyes were glazed over with something she would later learn to be arousal. Wendy took a moment to appreciate her work. She was about to rock this girl's world.

"You too." Hilda replied, and Wendy felt her face heat up slightly. To hide her embarrassment, the red head leaned down and resumed their kiss.

Wendy opened her mouth as an invitation, which Hilda took eagerly. The small tongue explored Wendy's mouth sloppily, as inexperienced as, well, an eleven year old girl. Despite this, Wendy felt her core burn all the brighter.

She lifted Hilda's legs and pushed forward, forcing Hilda to bend her knees to her chest. Wendy spread them and positioned her own legs behind Hilda's. It was uncomfortable for the older woman, but it was the only way for Wendy to be face to face with Hilda, as well as push their cloth covered sexes together.

"Ah!" Hilda gasped in surprise at the new sensation, breaking the kiss.

"You alright, baby?" Wendy asked, though continued to slowly grind herself against Hilda. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No." Hilda said quickly. She had no idea the pleasure she was feeling, but she didn't want it to end. "Please don't stop."

Heat coursed through Wendy like she was in a sauna. With their bodies less clothed and in such close proximity, their natural heat started forming a sheen of sweat on both their forms. Wendy felt hot, so desperately hot. She had to continue.

Wendy ran a hand up Hilda's small body, her palm cupping whatever the blue haired girl held under her training bra. It wasn't much, if anything, but Wendy still got her desired effect. Her palm brushed against Hilda's hard nipple under her clothes and the girl hissed.

"Wendy!" The desperate way Hilda spoke her name was everything Wendy needed to push forward. Her hand left Hilda's covered chest and pulled at the bottom of her own bra. Hilda watched with narrow, lust filled eyes as Wendy revealed her breasts.

"Whaddya think?" Wendy asked, pulling her bra up and over her head. She shook her torso, making her breasts sway back and forth over Hilda's face.

"Your freckles…" Hilda said. She slowly reached up but paused. With a nod from Wendy, Hilda continued and began exploring the breasts above her. "I didn't think they'd be on these. They're cute."

"Mm, thank you." Wendy said, closing her eyes as the girl felt her up. Hilda grew more bold with her touch, gently squeezing and kneading Wendy's tits.

Hilda was mesmerized. The whole while she felt the orbs in front of her, she idly wondered if her own chest would grow to such a size. It was hard to believe, especially with gravity helping the twins look even larger on Wendy's body. Hilda's fingers migrated to the little nubs on Wendy's boobs, gently pinching and twisting them.

"Oh yeah," Wendy said with a growl in her voice. "You're being real fucking good to me right now."

"That's a swear." Hilda said automatically.

"Really? We're having sex and you're worried about few bad words?"

"You shouldn't swear."

Wendy started laughing and moved herself from atop Hilda. She tried and failed to control her laughter, her body shaking with mirth. It truly was contagious because soon, Hilda joined in on the giggling, kicking her feet as she rolled on the bed.

For a few joyous moments, they had forgotten the passion they were sharing. Wendy thought this must be what love feels like. Enjoying one's company, even if it were to interrupt such a beloved act as lovemaking.

In reality, Wendy was fooling herself. She was drunk, and Hilda was a child and was more easily distracted. When she was sober, there would be no reasoning in the world to make her forgive herself.

Wendy finally calmed down from her laughing fit and sighed, wiping a tear from her eye. She looked at Hilda, who was currently on her stomach, and a mischievous grin creeper across her lips.

"Hey." Wendy said, lightly smacking Hilda's small butt. The girl let out an "Eep!" of surprise and turned toward Wendy. Her face, unsurprisingly, was tomato red. "Let's get something to drink."

The two girls took a break from their lovemaking to rehydrate themselves. They moved from the bed to the little apartment kitchen, both having forgone getting dressed in favor of enjoying naked company. Hilda had removed her own top so she could match Wendy. Now, the only things different between them were their height, figure, and contrast in hair color.

"I didn't even know we could take a break." Hilda said honestly as she sipped on her tap water.

"Oh yeah, when you need one, you need one, you know?" Wendy said, her nonchalant demeanor adding to her sex appeal, at least to Hilda. Wendy leaned against her counter, a can of beer in her hand. If she didn't keep her buzz going, she didn't know if she would have the courage to continue their sexcapade. "You don't wanna get too tired before you can finish."

"What's it like?" Hilda asked.

"You'll find out soon." Wendy winked and took a sip of her beer.

"Have you done this before?"

"Honestly?" Wendy asked. Hilda nodded. "Nope. You're the first."

"That's hard to believe." Hilda said as she looked at her still water. "You're so wonderful. You must have been together with someone before."

"Cross my heart, babe." Wendy said, drawing an imaginary X over her left breast.

"Why, then?" Hilda asked. She took another sip of her drink, grimaced, and pushed it to the side. Hilda truly hated tap water. "I'm just a kid, so I don't think I would be doing this for some time, but you're beautiful!" Hilda empathize her point by waving her arms in a gesture to Wendy's luscious figure. "Why me?"

Wendy hadn't expected that. She assumed any other child would ask more questions about the sex itself, and ignore the reasons for it. Hilda, with her ever curious stare, sent goosebumps through Wendy's body. This kid was too smart for her own good. Maybe… maybe she was smart enough. Wendy chugged the rest of her liquid courage and threw the empty container in the trash.

"Well," Wendy began, coming to sit at the table across from Hilda. "You're smart, Hilda. I wasn't saying that earlier just to flatter you. You're scary smart."

Hilda felt her cheeks flare despite Wendy's words that it wasn't flattery, and did her best to keep a neutral expression as Wendy continued.

"Like you said, you're just a kid. But… that's what I like." Wendy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "How do I explain…" Wendy took a deep breath and decided to dive right into the heart of the matter.

"There are people out there who can only like people younger than them. When I look around at the people my age, with big boobs and fat asses, I really don't feel… hot."

Hilda nodded. She understood the analogy of heat, as her own body was on fire just moments ago. Truthfully, she was still burning, but it had dimmed to a dull cinder. Though with enough kindling, the tiniest embers could become a roaring inferno.

"But when I look at bodies younger, smaller than me… The fire burns like crazy." Wendy bit her lip, looking Hilda up and down. As she talked, she could feel her anxiety creeping into the forefront of her brain along with her arousal at Hilda's petite body.

"What's wrong with that?"

That was the question Wendy didn't want to answer, or even think about. She stood from the table and opened the fridge, grabbing another can of beer. She popped the can and started drinking, the condensation dripping on her breasts. Hilda was certain she saw the little droplets sizzle out of existence.

"Nothing." Wendy answered after exhaling a long held breath. While she emptied her beer in one setting, Wendy weighed her options. Hilda was smart, and would most likely understand why this was an awful idea. On the other hand, she wouldn't get laid. The alcohol sliding down her throat helped with her decision. "Let's get back to bed."

Hilda nodded enthusiastically, curiosity forgotten and replaced with her adventurous spirit. She was eager to learn more about the pleasures that sex had to offer. Hilda was smart, but she was still a child. Wendy was thankful they were so easy to manipulate.

Wendy followed the bouncy, excited girl back to the living room, where Wendy had decided to sleep. She didn't originally plan on having company, so took the lazy route on furniture arrangement.

"Not gonna tell me not to swear again, are you?" Wendy asked as Hilda climbed onto the bed. Hilda plopped down face first in the mattress and quickly turned around, sitting with her legs crossed under her.

"If you get to, I get to." Hilda said, surprising Wendy. "At least during this."

"Do you even know any swears?"

Hilda nodded her head and opened her mouth, but paused. Her fingers gripped some loose bed sheet, fiddling with the fabric. She knew a few bad words, but she was still obviously adamant about not uttering them.

"I knew it." Wendy said, crossing her arms. "You don't know shit."

"I know that one!" Hilda said, pointing at Wendy.

"I just said it."

"It counts!"

"Come on, baby." Wendy began crawling on the bed until she was just shy of kissing the young girl again. Hilda stared in those green eyes and the close proximity was beginning to fan the flames of passion within her once more. "It's okay if you don't know any. I'll do all the swearing for us."

If there was anything Wendy was good at, it was teasing children. It was easy with Dipper because of his crush on her, but this was slightly different. Yes, slightly in the fact that she was about to get in this particular child's pants. Wendy pecked Hilda's lips then trailed her way down to that tender neck.

Hilda had to admit, she didn't know as many curse words as she felt she could have. She knew some big ones, like the F word and the S word, but that was just from studying adults in Trolberg who didn't care about the presence of children around them. The A word was obvious, and she had never been afraid to say tits because of the one species of bird.

If there was one word Hilda had always wanted to say, purely because it was so dirty, this would be the best time; As Wendy attacked Hilda's neck, the older woman's hands exploring her body.

"Wendy…" Hilda groaned helplessly. Her core was burning much brighter now only after a few seconds of physical contact. "I… play with me."

Wendy smiled in her kisses. It seemed like Hilda was really trying her best to say something, but fell short at every turn.

"You can do it, my little mouse." Wendy whispered in Hilda's ear. "Say it. For me."

"M-my… my c-cunt." Hilda barely spoke above her own breath. "Play with my cunt. Please."

Wendy honestly hadn't expected that one, but it was a more than pleasant surprise. Hearing the word come out of such an innocent mouth turned a valve inside her. Her own damp pussy had because a leaking faucet, and she could feel her underwear becoming more ruined by the second.

"That's a big one." Wendy said, her voice husky.

"Please…"

Wendy didn't speak after that. She didn't need to. She took Hilda's begging to heart and, along with moving her mouth to the young girl's barely budding chest, slid a hand down her body.

Wendy's fingers danced over Hilda's skin, already forming fresh sweat. The tender touch tickled Hilda, but she didn't dare laugh. The anticipation was too much as Wendy's hand moved further downward. Hilda was momentarily choked when she felt Wendy's mouth encircle her nipple, the hot tongue sending electricity from the tit to her groin. Wendy found her hand at the base of Hilda's underwear, where she discovered an obstacle aside from the fabric.

"You need to spread your legs." Wendy said. Hilda tried, but shook her head. She was too embarrassed, and under normal circumstances, Wendy would ask if she wanted to keep going. At this point however, she was afraid Hilda would say No.

"I can't fuck you," Wendy whispered, placing a firm, yet gentle hand on Hilda's knee, "if you don't spread your legs for me."

Fuck.

Hilda was about to be fucked.

The young girl tried again, and though her embarrassment was strong, her will to let this woman do whatever she wanted to her body was much stronger. Slowly, her knees separated. Wendy looked down and saw that Hilda's underwear was nearly soaked through. It seemed like they would need to go shopping later.

"Good girl." Wendy praised. She kissed Hilda again, resuming her hand's descent. This kiss stayed, as Wendy couldn't let the girls voice be any louder. The walls were thin.

Wendy felt the girl's panties and began exploring them. She could feel the heat from Hilda's core easily through them, and her index finger and pinkie brushed against Hilda's inner thighs respectively. The girl under her wrapped her arms around her for support, and Wendy took that chance to press a finger against Hilda's clothed cunt.

"Mmph!"

Wendy was right to keep her mouth pressed against Hilda's. The girl's voice was going to much louder from here on out. Unable to speak, Wendy merely giggled within the kiss as she continued to put pressure on Hilda's nethers.

The girl was wet, extremely wet. Wendy didn't think that a girl of Hilda's age would have her body react in such a way, but she was glad it did. She spent some time just putting pressure on Hilda's mound, enjoying the sounds the girl made against her mouth. Eventually though, there was no way to go but further.

Wendy had used her free hand to hold the back of Hilda's head and lowered her gently to a laying position. She started making out with the young girl, using her tongue to force Hilda's mouth open, closing her own mouth to kiss the smaller tongue. She could feel Hilda's body heave with her breath, nearly on the verge of hyperventilation. The blue haired girl had opened her eyes, though barely, and stared at the woman who was ravishing her.

Hilda's body seized up when she felt Wendy's fingers slip inside her underwear. It was almost agonizing, waiting for those digits to touch her, but when they did, it was worth the wait.

Wendy finally slipped her middle finger through the undeveloped folds of Hilda's cunt, testing the waters. The vice-like grip on Wendy's hair and the bucking of Hilda's hips told her to keep going.

Wendy caressed Hilda's pussy with her fingers, much to the little girl's delight. She had to speak, she had to make some sort of noise. She pulled hard at Wendy's hair, forcing them to separate.

"F-fuck…!" Hilda groaned out the word against Wendy's shoulder, not even registering the fact that she swore again. Wendy, however, felt her own sex pulse at the filth coming from Hilda's mouth.

"You like that, huh?" Wendy asked.

"Mhm."

"Do you want to play with me?"

"Mhm!"

"Do you want to… taste me?"

Hilda felt Wendy's fingers leave her sex and whined, her hips thrusting as she searched for those lovely digits. Her confusion grew when Wendy began to stand on the bed. The twin mattress creaked under the shifted weight, and Hilda got her first view Wendy from between her legs. Hilda saw the damp patch in the undies above her and briefly wondered if her own pair was that soaked through.

Her wonder was quickly replaced with utter astonishment as Wendy pulled her panties down, letting them drop to her ankles and on Hilda's face. The girl got a quick whiff of Wendy's musk before the taller woman kicked her panties to the side. Hilda stared at the slit above her, and even felt the occasional drop of excitement hit her cheek. Then she remembered Wendy's question.

Hilda gave a small nod. Wendy's grin was like that of a Cheshire cat, and slowly lowered her body. She placed her knees beside Hilda's head and lowered her sex to the girl's face, gently holding that beautiful blue head of hair.

"Don't think about it," Wendy instructed. "Just… don't bite."

Hilda didn't hesitate. This situation, the build up, the heat that had been regrown within her, it all made it so easy to obey Wendy's command. Hilda used her tongue sloppily, flattening and pointing it at random. The blue haired girl did everything possible to taste every inch possible of Wendy's wet muff.

"Oh shit, you're hungry," Wendy said as she leaned her head back, her free hand playing with her own tits. She began grinding herself on Hilda's face. Her clit would brush against Hilda's nose, her labia was smearing Hilda's cheeks with her excitement. Wendy was a bitch in heat, and she was loving every minute of it.

Of course, Wendy couldn't let her little partner unattended. She reached behind her and started to remove Hilda's panties. The girl lifted her hips, making it easier for her underwear to slide down and off her legs. Wendy turned herself around, intending to lean forward and use her own mouth to pleasure Hilda in a sixty-nine, but found it would be quite difficult. Instead, Wendy used her fingers to continue her previous exploration.

Hilda moaned against Wendy's sex, giving the red haired woman all the incentive she needed to bring this girl over the edge. Wendy was close, and she doubted Hilda was much further behind. Wendy humped Hilda's face with more enthusiasm, her tongue rolling from her mouth on its own as her orgasm became imminent. Suddenly, she slid a single knuckle passed Hilda's pure, puffy cunt into her opening.

Hilda screamed, muffled against Wendy's pussy as her own was invaded. A small stream of fluid shot from between Hilda's legs and the mere sight, the knowledge that Wendy had given the girl her first orgasm sent herself over the edge. She leaned her head back in a silent scream, sure her own juices flooded Hilda's face.

Once her orgasm had passed, Wendy fell forward and rolled off of Hilda. Her eyes had fluttered shut, and due to the alcohol, her repressed worries, and her immense orgasm, she passed out.

Johanna sat on her living room couch with Hilda's pet deer-fox, Twig, at her side. She was attempting to watch a nature documentary on their television, but really, she just needed background noise. Her mind was wrapped around her daughter, wrought with worry. She had come home late before, and had even had surprise sleepovers at Frida's or David's. There was really no reason for the pit of dread inside her head.

Twig was more relaxed, his small head resting in Johanna's lap. She idly scratched between his antlers, taking some comfort in his steady breathing. She reasoned with herself that if he wasn't worried about Hilda, she should try to brush her own fears aside.

"She's fine." Johanna told herself, taking a second to breathe. She had to trust her daughter, which she did. Hilda would either be home soon or in the morning, and she would excitedly share stories about what she had done at her friend's home.