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Chapter 2: Chapter 12: The Sleeping Babysitter

Summary:

Random Kaoru/Orihime PWP. Against her son’s protests, Unagiya Ikumi hires one of Ichigo’s friends to babysit Kaoru during a late-night job. Kaoru has plans to be a little troublemaker to discourage Orihime, but upon seeing her, he experiences stirrings he cannot control, especially when she’s asleep…

Tags: Fingering, M/F, NonCon, Shouta, Solo(f), WD, (REVISED EDITION)

Originally Posted by: C0p13r c. C0pyc4t (author)

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Chapter 12: The Sleeping Babysitter

 

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Unagiya Kaoru woke up from a very vivid dream that he’d all but forgotten when his eyes blinked open. He didn’t understand why he was disturbed from a peaceful slumber. As always after he crawled into bed with his mom, he cuddled snuggly against her as she looked over bills, payments, and job requests and was knocked out for the remainder of the night. However, that was not so this time.

What woke him up was a severe strain in his groin.

The bedside lamp was on, and Ikumi was sitting with her back against the wall and stacks of paper at her side; Kaoru was nestled against her free side. She didn’t notice her boy waking up until his head lifted up off the bed. “Kaoru-chan,” she fussed sweetly, stroking his black hair lovingly, “what are you doing awake?”

Kaoru winced when he shifted his thighs, his lower garment stretching uncomfortably across his crotch. “Mama,” he whined. His eyes glanced up at Ikumi, who became concerned by his tone of voice and the obvious discomfort on his face. When she asked what was wrong, the covers were pushed down and she was caught off guard by the tenting in his nightwear. “It hurts…”

Ikumi gulped. This certainly was going to be a talk she hadn’t expected to have with her ten-year-old son for at least another year…

~~~Two Days Later~~~

“I’ll do it!”

Both Tatsuki and Ichigo glanced at Orihime, surprised by her sudden outburst when she threw her hand voluntarily. Ichigo had just finished saying that he had a late-night job assignment with Ikumi, which hadn’t made her possessive son upset. Too often, he confused his mom’s work for a way for Ichigo to get romantically close to her, and the two of them staying out late only made him irate and more discourteous to Ichigo.

 

“You’ll do what?” Tatsuki asked, cocking her head to the right and quirking an eyebrow.

Realizing her premature exclamation, Orihime reeled a bit with a giggle and a slight knock on her head with her fist. “Sorry, sorry,” she laughed. Her cheery gaze went to Ichigo as she explained herself, “I thought Kurosaki-kun was going to ask for a babysitter.”

“A babysitter?” both Ichigo and Tatsuki repeated in unison, curious as to where the buxom redhead had concocted.

She nodded with an affirming sound in her throat. “If Kaoru-chan wants company while Ikumi-san is away, I could watch him. I don’t have work tonight.”

Ichigo took a moment of thought before lighting up. Once again, Orihime stepped up to the plate and helped him when he needed it. If it could get Kaoru to warm up to him only a little for providing him with some company – female company, no less – while his mother was out working, Ichigo would take it.

~~~

 

“Mama, I don’t need a babysitter,” grumbled Kaoru, kicking his feet idly while perched upon his mom’s work desk in the office. As usual, he was wearing his white t-shirt and shorts and hadn’t put on his shoes; his mom scolded him about that time and again, but she was too lenient to actually discipline him. “I’m old enough to stay home alone.”

 

Picking herself up from her packing, she looked over at her only child. She straightened her cap. “Kaoru-chan, the last time I left you home alone, you ate all the snacks in the kitchen,” she reminded him. She was trying to scold him, but it was difficult to pull off with her motherly tone. For her, it was far easier to condemn Ichigo. “I wasn’t even gone for thirty minutes. I’m not sure how long it will take Ichigo and me to catch all of Yugito-san’s cats, so I can’t leave you here alone. And I told you to put shoes on when in the office.”

 

Ignoring her last statement, Kaoru sulked and looked to the wall at his side. “That dummy probably just wants to spend time with you,” he griped under his breath. Whenever a man got close to his mom, Kaoru usually put up defenses, but inevitably came to tolerate them; Ichigo was the one exception, and that was because he seemed closest to Ikumi and was actually liked by her.

 

The doorknob of the office turned and the bell chimed. “I’m here,” Ichigo lazily announced, stepping in. Behind him was obviously his annoying classmate who volunteered to watch Kaoru, but whoever she was could wait; Kaoru immediately chucked his empty water bottle at Ichigo’s head. It didn’t hurt, but it was annoying. “Oi, what was that for?!” barked Ichigo.

 

“You’re late, stupid Kurosaki,” Kaoru retorted snidely. He kept his unpleasant demeanor, not intimidated by Ichigo’s flaring anger. With his mom present, Kaoru knew he had nothing to fear from anyone. “Were you hoping to stay out even later with my mom?”

 

“Kaoru-chan,” Ikumi cut in before her son could continue to accuse a fuming Ichigo of flirtation, “that’s enough. Go wait inside. You still need to take a shower before going to bed, don’t forget. You were running around outside all day.”

 

Kaoru didn’t object, but he did look away with a pout. He had yet to take any real notice of the fourth person in the room, even though she had glanced at him several times with a warm smile. Hopping down from the desk and giving a disrespectful gesture to Ichigo, Kaoru was ushered out of the office to wait inside for his babysitter. Grumbling about how he was old enough to be home alone, he kicked the door shut behind him and went over to the couch to watch some television while he could. No doubt Ichigo’s dumb friend would soon come in to send him straight to bed like his last babysitter had…

 

“Sorry about him,” Ikumi sighed, looking directly at Orihime after quick introductions were made. “It takes him a while to warm up to strangers, but he never really liked Ichigo-chan.”

 

“That’s alright,” Orihime cheerily said with a lifting and waving hand. “I’m sure Kaoru-chan is a nice boy. We’ll have a lot of fun together.”

 

Ikumi chuckled slightly, adjusting the cap on her head. “Don’t have too much fun, or he’ll never go to sleep. He can be rather rambunctious when excited.” She quickly bent down and hoisted the strap of a satchel over her shoulder; Ichigo loaded up with the rest of the supplies for the job. “Just be sure he takes a shower and gets to bed by nine. We won’t be back by late, so make yourself at home.”

 

Orihime bowed deeply, promising to obey the instructions given to her. “Take care, Ikumi-san, Kurosaki-kun!” She caught Ichigo smiling over at her from over his shoulder before the door closed. It was a look that made her feel all aflutter, her cheeks filling with the color of passion. For her, it would be too long until she saw him again, but that one glance of happiness and reliance would sustain her uplifted mood for a while. But she couldn’t very well fawn in the office while her charge was in the other room. Giggling to herself, thinking of how fun it’ll be to spend time with the boy, she scurried over to the door and made to open it. Much to her surprise, however, the doorknob did not turn. She’d been locked out!

 

He’s just shy, she nervously reasoned while jostling the knob a few more times, hoping that it would either prove that it was only stuck and not locked or that Kaoru would give in. “Kaoru-chan,” she called sweetly while someone like Tatsuki would’ve roared furiously, “can you please unlock the door? It seems to be stuck!”

 

On the other side, Kaoru smirked unpleasantly. He sat in front of the doorway like a guard, munching on potato chips that his mom had thought she hid from him. “I locked it,” he bluntly and proudly told her. He may get in trouble with his mom later when she was informed of this behavior, but it would prove to her that it was pointless to try to set him up with babysitters. If he could defend the house against guests, he could defend it against intruders, but without the zany antics of Macaulay Culkin…

 

Orihime whimpered, unsure of what could be done. If Tatsuki were in her shoes, the door would’ve been smashed down by now and Kaoru would be forced to fix the damage, even if it took all night. Unfortunately, the buxom redhead hadn’t that explosive attitude and would feel eternally guilty about causing any damage to the Unagiya household. “Kaoru-chan,” she was whining now, though she tried to maintain a steady voice, “please let me in.”

 

Kaoru paused in his snacking and looked down. He had hoped to have a bit more fortitude to leave the ally of stupid Kurosaki outside, but he wasn’t as tough as he wished. Snorting with a slight blush, knowing that he was probably going to be scolded and sent right to bed as punishment, he set the bag of chips aside and unlocked the door. “There,” he grumbled, stepping back so that he could finally look at the ogre that Ichigo had dumped on… his… doorstep…

 

To the contrary of what he believed, he found his mouth gaping the moment the door opened for the beautiful Inoue Orihime to enter. In his vision, she was surrounded by glitter and wildflowers that accented the dazzling smile on her gorgeous face. And if it wasn’t enough, she had the curves of an adult; in fact, aside from height and muscle-build, she and his mother were almost identical in figure.

“Hello,” chirped the girl clad in school attire. “You must be Kaoru-chan.” She’d seen the ten-year-old in the office, but there weren’t any proper introductions since he was misbehaving. Bending forward to be at eyelevel with the half-pint – though his eyes were immediately drawn to the part of her that dangled alluringly – she beamed at him. “I’m Orihime, your babysitter for tonight.”

 

Kaoru looked at her bright smile, flushed, and then looked away, putting on a mask of indifference, though it was hard to pretend that he wasn’t blushing. “I know,” he mumbled. He masked his astonishment with Orihime’s appearance behind his usual façade of a disagreeable child. “Stupid Kurosaki said you’d be coming.” Turning around, he aimlessly walked in the front room of his home, waiting for his babysitter to take off her loafers and leave them at the door. He scratched his cheek in contemplation, wondering how someone as dumb as Ichigo could surround himself with attractive women.

 

Hopping up with a bounce in her step and chest, Orihime beamed at the one now in her care. She hadn’t much experience with children who were not Ichigo’s sisters, and handling a boy would prove to be an interesting change. She’d come prepared, of course, picking up a few things for her stay at the Unagiya residence. Her arsenal of fun included some snacks, a few movies she believed a young boy might enjoy, and a handful of toys. She also had packed some night clothes in case she wanted to doze off after the boy fell asleep.

 

She checked the time first of all. It was almost eight o’clock already; an hour before Kaoru’s bedtime, and in that time, he needed to bathe. Perhaps she didn’t need to come so prepared. Well, better to come over-prepared than not prepared at all.

 

When asked if he was hungry, Kaoru informed his babysitter that he already had dinner. His mouth felt dry and wet at the same time, and his heart was thumping in his pink-tinted ears when she brushed by him. The scent around her – pastries and cake – was too enthralling to simply ignore; like all kids, he had a sweet-tooth a mile long and was tantalized by the smell of cake. Blushing, ducking his head a little, he followed her with his eyes.

Orihime hummed a little as she paced the new room, muttering a few bars out loud as she tested out new lyrics for her ‘Babysitting Song’. Unaware of the boy sizing her up from behind, she looked up ponderously, setting a fingertip again her chin. Was there any time to have fun? She recalled bath time with Sora to be fun with all the toys, but she was much younger than Kaoru; he might not feel comfortable having his babysitter bathe him.

“Hmm, Kaoru-chan?” Her wavy hair and skirt twirled when she shifted to face the boy watching her with entranced eyes. “Would you like to take a bath now? We can watch some television when you finish.” Her smile was warm and full of heart, much like his doting mother’s.

 

Kaoru wished that he had more nerve; maybe then he wouldn’t be painted red from ear to ear. He just hadn’t expected his babysitter to be so cute, and she seemed like she was far kinder than past babysitters who were only interested in talking to their friends and boyfriends over the phone. Sometimes, they would just send him straight to bed after Ikumi left so that they could have the apartment to themselves. It was nice to be asked what he wanted to do.

 

Rather than let his guard down, he closed his eyes nonchalantly. “I guess,” he murmured. He tried to play himself cool, walking with his eyes still shut, which of course led him to bumping into Orihime’s front; her bosom reflected him, but not before his face experienced their supple softness. While he stuttered nervously from the mishap, Orihime seemed unaffected, rubbing the back of her head and apologizing as though she had been the one to walk into the little boy. As odd as it was, he felt that there was nothing for her to be sorry about.

 

He rounded her without a word, blushing and replaying the collision with those two, fleshy globes. Of course, he was coddled against his mother’s own bust when she embraced him, but he never thought much of it aside from how much they reminded him of pillows. Orihime’s stirred something intriguing within the lad, and he pondered on the sensation of bumping into them. His pulse began to quicken as he continued the contemplation. That split second of contact with Orihime’s bust was the only thing that was on his mind all the way to the bathroom, and when the door was closed – but not locked – behind him, he fumbled with his clothes, which had become oddly uncomfortable.

 

His white t-shirt was taken off without thought, but when he shimmied out of his pants, he took pause to inspect his penis. This was not his first time having an erection; they had started since he was nine at the awkward moment when he was cuddling against his mom in her bed. She had felt him prodding her leg with his male appendage, and that was awkward enough without him quizzically drawing down his pajama bottoms and exposing his hard penis to her. It had been a talk that she would’ve thought to have given her son many years later, but she managed and filled Kaoru in with the knowledge of what his stiff condition meant. Despite his poor social skills, he was intelligent enough to understand.

 

Why had his penis decided to spring up now? Kaoru guessed it was that contact with those big boobs of his babysitter’s. He flushed profusely. It got hard when a boy likes a girl; that was, at least, how his mom vaguely explained the matter. He had to wonder if Orihime would get offended should he question her about it. If it was so natural, why should he feel so embarrassed about it?

 

He tried not to think about it – as it usually went away when he ignored it – but that was more difficult to do than he thought. Surely, the shower could distract him. Hobbling to the stall, he felt embarrassingly awkward as his small penis bobbed ahead of him, refusing to surrender the persistent blood circulation just yet.

 

~~~

Outside the bathroom while Kaoru had already started his shower, fumbling around in the kitchen, Orihime received a phone call from Ichigo. She thought it strange that he would be calling her so soon, but it was so that he could inform her that this job might take even longer than anticipated. Of course, he didn’t sound happy at all when informing her that it’d be likely that he and Ikumi would not be back until early in the morning. It’d be best if she just prepared to spend the night at the Unagiya Shop. She was, of course, welcomed to bathe, use Ikumi’s towels and food, and sleep wherever she chose.

 

“It’s no problem, Kurosaki-kun,” she chirped with a bright smile. “Kaoru-chan and I will have a lot of fun. Bye-bye~!” The hamburger-styled cellphone closed and was set aside. Almost immediately, Orihime retreated to her fantasy world, imagining Ichigo showing up in a prince’s outfit to awaken her with a chaste kiss. She blubbered and giggled, talking out loud to herself as though Ichigo really was there. Even though she was still setting out some snacks for some television-watching, she continued her nonsensical rambling a while longer. The spread of candies and chocolate was laid out from her sack of goodies; it was a bit too much sugar for a child getting ready for bed, but then again, with her appetite, she’d probably be the main devourer of the sweets.

 

“Kaoru-chan’s been in there for a while,” she observed after the final bar of chocolate was extracted from her provisions. She tapped her index fingertip to her chin before giggling in her throat. “I think I should take a quick shower so that he won’t be lonely when sitting out here.” An innocent and thoughtful gesture in her opinion; she was hardly aware of the boundaries she often crossed. He was still a child, after all, she considered; there was no harm in joining him.

~~~

 

So much for the shower being of help, Kaoru mentally griped. He’d soaped down, washed his hair, and rinsed twice, and still when he glimpsed downward, he was haunted by the stiff protrusion. Such a small thing caused such grief. Three inches of boyhood stood at unrelenting attention, sometimes pulsating with life. The skin that usually sheathed his tip had pulled away to reveal the engorged head.

 

With a grimace, he poked at the rigid piece, wondering if it was perhaps possible to nudge it back down. His defiant member hurt a little when it was pressed down, and when he took his hand away, it immediate sprung back to full salute. He seethed, hoping that this dilemma would not be present the entire night. If Orihime caught him sporting this offensive condition, she might lose that endearing demeanor that he appreciated. That stupid worker for his mom certainly had some commendable friends, he could admit with a blush. Well, at least one of them…

 

“Kaoru~chan~!”

 

The boy yelled in surprise when he was called. The voice had come from inside the bathroom… and after he heard the door shut! She was inside the bathroom with him?! As if she was taking a peek at him through the obscuring glass of the shower, he cupped his rigid genitals with both hands and turned away to the wall. His face glowed red. “Wh-what are you doing here?” he blurted out, trying to sound more annoyed than embarrassed.

“I thought I’d join you,” Orihime chirped jollily. Kaoru could not see clearly through the glass, but he could distinguish her form enough to know that she was holding true to her word by getting undressed with hardly a second’s hesitation. When, amongst his nervous stammering, Kaoru managed to utter “Why”, she responded, “My brother and I used to bathe together.” Granted, she was the only one in the bathtub and he was fully dressed as he played with her and her bath toys; she still considered it bathing together. Kaoru heard her heartwarming giggle. “It helps to have someone there to scrub your back.”

 

The boy quivered and felt his stomach do flip-flops. He hadn’t even seen his mom naked before; not completely, anyway. Now this beauty planned to join him in the shower? This certainly pleased his nether regions. His cock bobbed against his palms, throbbing incessantly. Such a stubborn organ. Why could it just respond the way fingers and toes do?

 

“Your mother and Kurosaki-kun said that they would be out much later than planned. I’ll be spending the night, if you’re okay with that.”

 

“That’s fine,” he stammered, as though it was really up to him whether or not the girl that his mom hired could stay. It might’ve been more prudent of him to try to send the girl who caused his ‘condition’ away, but he unconsciously wanted her around. Clearing his throat, still staring hopelessly at his dick, he said he didn’t mind if she stayed a while longer.

He was too distracted to notice the shower door opening until after the voluptuous babysitter had slipped inside. Kaoru was still facing the wall while nursing his crotch, so she didn’t discover his incriminating condition right away. When he did take notice of her presence, it was too late to protest. So elegantly, she eased into the shower stall, which was more than roomy enough for two or even three adults; sharing with a little boy was not difficult at all. Difficulty resided in the atmosphere.

Kaoru instinctively turned to her, though that didn’t turn out to be the wisest thing to do. Matured boys wouldn’t have wasted a second in catching a glimpse of the busty redhead naked, but as a kid, Kaoru hadn’t a full appreciation of the wonders. He gawked for a moment, eyelevel with pink circles pebbling into stiff nubs at the center, both capping wonderfully supple breasts. During his quick glance, he barely was able to notice the curls of her pubic region; he’d grown no hair around his own groin and he hadn’t thought about it before, but it somehow looked natural.

After getting that second-long eyeful, he turned away, screwed his eyes shut, and waved in reproach at her. “What are you doing?!”

 

Orihime just smiled at the flustered lad, ignorant to the plight jutting against his hand. To her, he was just shy about sharing the shower; he didn’t have siblings, after all. With a giggle, she took the boy by the shoulders and turned him to face the spray of the water rather than the wall; luckily for him, she didn’t see his swaying cock and didn’t seem at all interested in his nakedness. “It’s alright, Kaoru-chan. We’ll just take a quick shower,” she assured him.

 

His heart was thumping a mile a minute. The showerhead sent rushing water over his face, but all he could focus on were those delicate hands on his shoulders. And with his eyes closed, all he could envision were the female bits when he saw her in the nude. Curiosity made him regret not getting a better look of her feminine attributes; she didn’t seem reserved when stepping in to join him. Would she mind if he turned about to observe her more thoroughly?

He gasped sharply. A strange feeling shot through his sex. His sac – which didn’t dangle much in the first place – clenched and tingled. He could not help looking down. His penis was throbbing much more than before, and an odd substance beaded from the slit. At first, he confused it with water due to its transparency, but when he inquisitively prodded it, he found the texture much thicker than water, clinging to his fingertip until the thin string of clear goo snapped.

 

“Are you alright?”

Kaoru threw both of his hands down at his sides, squeezing them into fists and erecting his posture. Frontally, he was on full display, but Orihime was behind him, so there was little to worry about aside from her being naked behind him. He cleared his throat and focused on the drain. “I’m fine,” he mumbled in his stubborn tone, though his body was contrary to his assurance. His erection was relentless and was starting to ache because of it. If he had any knowledge beyond his mom’s quick and awkward explanation regarding the ‘birds and bees’, he’d turn the warm water to cold to combat his heat. The girl behind him was certainly old enough to offer some advice, but Kaoru was reasonably sure that presenting her with his hardened penis out of the blue and asking for advice wouldn’t exactly result in her staying calm and pleasant.

 

If he had known Orihime better, he wouldn’t fret her judgment and/or scorn.

 

Better to not risk it, he finally decided. He’d washed and rinsed already; there was no reason for him to stay any longer unless he wanted to try taking a peek at Orihime again. He would’ve turned around and headed outside, but that was before he felt two soft, fleshy globes press against his shoulders. Orihime had leaned against him to gather up the soap bar, and if she leaned any more, her breasts would’ve encased the boy’s head. She did not think much of it, but Kaoru certainly was having a hard time – literally and figuratively – dealing with her brazenness. She murmured an apology to him before easing away from him.

 

Kaoru’s hands and fingers shook from his anxiety. He wanted to look. He wanted to just turn about and look dead-on at those boobs that were of the same caliber as his mom’s. Her crotch was also of great interest to him, but he doubted she would appreciate him blatantly eyeballing her nakedness. Swallowing hard and maneuvering with sidesteps to keep his front from showing, he said to his babysitter, “I’ll go out now.”

 

“Are you sure, Kaoru-chan?” asked Orihime, watching him edge his way towards the door while casually rubbing the soap bar across her breast.

 

Kaoru could not stand it anymore and peeked over his shoulder. Large orbs of flesh greeted his sight, but he quickly turned away again before he could be hypnotized. After looking away from the busty, bathing beauty, he said he was already finished. He scurried out before she could tempt him to stay with the voice of a siren.

 

“I’ll be done soon,” Orihime assured him as he scampered as quickly as he could to gather up and huddle in his towel for comfort. Kaoru, with the towel pulled over his black hair, peeked back at the naked form through the glass. “We can watch a movie before bed.”

 

That could break the tension. “Alright,” he stuttered, lacking the ballsy confidence and attitude he always displayed to Ichigo. What mattered to him was Orihime getting dressed.

Hurriedly, he left the bathroom to jump into his pajamas. Too bad his night shorts and long t-shirt didn’t do well to hide the bulge of his erection.

~~~

 

After quickly showering and drying off, Orihime wriggled her way into the cupcake-decorated pajamas, and then pulled on and buttoned up her top; the buttons were tricky to fit over the span of her chest. Before leaving the bathroom, she slipped on her headband to keep her hair back out of her eyes. Set for a comfortable sleep, she headed out to check on Kaoru. Though Ichigo had warned her of his troublesome nature, Kaoru was dutifully waiting on the couch, legs drawn up and arms wrapped around them. He sat like this to hide a stubborn portion of himself, but Orihime was better off not knowing the reason.

 

Next to him was an empty candy wrapper, and he was already nibbling on a second chocolate bar, though he tried to be secretive about it. Orihime didn’t mind much that he helped himself; she brought the snacks for him, after all. She took a bit of candy from the table. She would’ve liked to include her usual assortment of weird ingredients, but sometimes a plain snack of sweets was just fine.

 

Kaoru looked away when Orihime hunkered down close to him. Her right side was flush with his left; if he had the courage, he could easily brush the side of her chest with his elbow. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of those thoughts. It was because of thinking like that that he was stuck with the annoying protuberance in his bottoms.

 

Orihime glanced at him with a sweet smile. “Would you like to watch some television before bed?” she asked, presenting the remote with her left hand. “There’s a new episode of Don Kanonji right now. Do you like that show?”

 

Most kids in Japan loved that spirit hunter show, and Kaoru was the same. He, of course, tried to play it cool and said he didn’t mind watching Don Kanonji. “I watch it sometimes,” he lied. There were times when Ikumi would have to pry him from his spot in front of the television to send him to bed.

 

“SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS WITH YOU~!!!” The over-eccentric performer showed up on the screen, greeting his audience with a variety of poses and broken English. Almost immediately, he announced the presence of a ‘bad spirit’.

 

Kaoru did well containing himself. Normally, when the presence of bad spirits was detected, he’d join in the audience’s cheer of ‘smells like bad spirits!’ With the mature – age-wise and in Kaoru’s young opinion – babysitter settling next to him, he didn’t want to seem like an overzealous child. He needed to be as cool as possible…

 

“Smells like bad spirits!” cheered the redhead, throwing a fist excitedly in the air. Her enthusiasm for the show took Kaoru by surprise; he gawked at her, in awe of her shared appreciation for ‘Ghost Bust’. She noticed the prolonged stare and smiled sweetly at Kaoru. A timid blush crept onto her face. “I’ve been a big fan for a long time,” she admitted cheerily. Tatsuki-chan always tried to steer her to better shows, but Orihime’s interest could not be easily deterred when she was set.

 

Kaoru’s mouth gaped a while longer before he cleared his throat and looked off to the side. “It’s alright,” he admitted. Completely changing his opinion of the show seemed desperate, so he said nothing more of the matter. He tried to keep his focus forward on the show, but the exuberance of Orihime caught his attention far too often. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t even follow Don Kanonji; he was more interesting in trying to catch a proper glimpse of her cleavage. His breath began to quicken, blood circulating furiously within him, leaving him feeling lightheaded and dizzy with arousal. Without care for the possible consequences, he cuddled tightly against her.

 

“Are you cold?” the babysitter asked before wrapping an arm around Kaoru and tucking him firmly against her body. Though it unnerved him, he made no utterance when the side of his face mashed against her soft, right breast. Even when snuggling with his mom, he’d never felt hotter. His knees kept themselves drawn up, and his thighs were sure to keep tightly tucked together.

 

It was painful; not in an agonizing way, but a crippling way. His youthful prick stretched to its extreme and pulsated with vitality. He’d never sustained an erection for so long before, and Orihime – her suppleness specifically – only goaded his plight. It was getting to the point where he contemplated the option of exposing himself for Orihime to inspect and offer a solution. When advised by his mother, she had told him that it’d go back down on its own with a short passage of time.

 

He was nearing a full hour of hardness, and his bottoms were beginning to chaff.

Aside from the strain around his rigid piece, he was made very comfortable against Orihime’s breast. He found himself drifting. He wasn’t even able to stay awake for the end of ‘Ghost Bust’.

 

~~~

 

Kaoru blinked tiredly, stirred awake by an eccentric sales commercial. Eyes half-open, he padded around with his hand before discovering the remote and turning off the TV. After the apartment went to silence, he was content to close his eyes and hunker back into his pillow. He nuzzled the cushiony rest, enjoying the faint, soothing scent of vanilla. There was a small wet spot from where he had drooled in his sleep, but it wasn’t too bothersome when considering how nice the pillow was.

He was prepared to go back to sleep until realization hit him. Quickly, he pulled away, staring wide-eyed at the area his head was just laying. How could he so easily forget that Orihime’s breast had pillowed his head? It was a surprise that she hadn’t nudged him away from her when the drool began to flow. Of course, at some point – hopefully before he began to salivate – she’d fallen asleep as well.

Eyeing the wet spot he’d made on her top, Kaoru believed it prudent to clean it up and avoid an uneasy encounter should she wake up to find her chest smeared with spit. He leaned towards the side and plucked a few tissues from their box atop a lamp table. He brought them to the wet spot and carefully dabbed the plushy surface. Orihime murmured a little, and though Kaoru had feared otherwise, she stayed asleep and allowed him time to dry the area.

It was so soft he considered, and even after he had cleaned up as much as he could, he continued to prod the fleshy mound. It wasn’t long before he let the used hankies tumble off to the side so that he may inspect Orihime barehanded. At first, he poked curiously, pressing against the yielding globe as much as he dared without rousing her. As he’d observed before, she was just about as stacked as his mom, but he’d never shown more than a child’s intuitiveness towards the mammary glands; Orihime was different. There was just something – fun? – about pawing at her chest that gave him an odd sense of elation.

 

“Nnh…” The girl shifted when the boy discovered the curious tip of her breast. Knowing that nipples were the source of milk, Kaoru couldn’t help rubbing a thumb against the soft nub. No moisture from milk, but he continued to inspect that particular area. With some time and attention, he found that small bump grow just a bit and harden considerably. He could even discern them through the pajama top when he brought his hand away.

So babies drink from these? He leaned in close to the risen peak as though the closeness would provide him with some x-ray vision. He wanted to see them up close and naked. The brief glimpses of pink circles during the shower could not sustain his curiosity, not when he had such a rare opportunity to study.

The buttons… They were already mildly strained across her bust, so they should come apart easily. Kaoru eyed them, cheeks flaming red and all sorts of warnings blaring in his head. He really shouldn’t; that much he knew, but he couldn’t help himself. The center button was effortlessly undone, but the process felt like it took an hour. Still, Kaoru could breathe a sigh of relief when Orihime continued to snooze. Another button was pushed through its slit, and Kaoru could see skin.

 

He was on the last button before tragedy struck. Since she was no longer leaning against anything, there was no support when she shifted in her sleep. It resonated like a falling tree when she slid down and lied on the couch; Kaoru thought for sure that she’d wake up from that, but she turned out to be a deeper sleeper than what he’d imagined. She was on her side, but with the subtlest nudge, Kaoru could roll her onto her back.

He did so, but only after mentally bracing himself. He was usually quite daring – provoking Ichigo nonstop – but this was on a whole other level from goading his mom’s subordinate or guests. Orihime was on her back without so much as a sleepy mumble; the less noise she made, the less worry Kaoru had.

 

Once more, he set to his work. In a matter of seconds, the top half of Orihime’s pajamas was open. Kaoru almost smiled at his accomplishment. At long last, he had the opportunity to inspect her chest. It sounded and felt as though his heart was throbbing in his head, deafening him to his own, anxious breath.

 

The two sides of her top were pushed over the high, plump hills. Kaoru could hardly believe the softness of her flesh when his palms ghosted over her. A small, satisfied sigh left Orihime’s lips when her tits were freed; even with pajamas that fit her, it certainly felt more comfortable when her bountiful breasts weren’t stifled.

 

Kaoru was in awe of the fair-skinned globes capped with pink areolas that tightened from the cool temperature of their exposure; the nipples rose slightly in response. Unable to resist, the boy bumped the risen nubs with his fingertips. In contrast to the rest of her soft flesh, the tips were taut and firm. Kaoru continued his focus of the nipples, stroking them with his thumbs. Yet, despite how long he rubbed and rarely punched the pebbled flesh, the expectation for milk was left unsatisfied.

 

Perhaps it needed to be suckled straight from the source…

Carefully, Kaoru latched onto Orihime’s right breast. After assuring himself that the babysitter wasn’t about to wake up, he began to nurse, curious to taste the lactation from her tit. He sucked steadily and subtly; luck was still with him, but he wasn’t about to test it by hungrily drawing on the bit in his mouth.

The lovely redhead mewled softly in her sleep as her sensitive nipples were feasted upon. The strength of Kaoru’s suction grew until he was pulling hungrily. Slightly-parted lips opened more to let out a sharp gasp when the boy’s enthusiasm got the better of him. He kept himself in check, but that didn’t reverse the hot blush growing on Orihime’s face or the increased tempo of her breathing. Kaoru could not chance it, and though he was having a surprisingly enjoyable time nursing on nipples that did not yield milk, he pried his lips away and cleaned the spittle on the back of his arm. Seeing the coating of spit over her breast, he tentatively cleaned it all away with another wad of tissue.

 

Though the quest to discover Orihime’s milk wound up as a failure, there was still another point of interest for the young boy, an area he was even more curious about. It was time to confirm what he believed to have seen briefly in the shower.

 

This was the biggest step of all, he noted while his inquisitive and nervous gaze fell upon the rest of the girl’s pajamas. If she had stayed asleep this long, there was no reason for him not to believe that pulling down her bottoms would disrupt her pleasant slumber. With that in mind, he made his boldest move by hooking his fingers in the waistband of her pants and slowly shrugging them down. He certainly wasn’t old enough to appreciate her curves and the spread of her hips, but he was captivated the second her pubic region was uncovered.

 

Auburn curls came into view, confirming his suspicions. The hair was kept well-trimmed and neatly managed around what Kaoru would ignorantly define as a cut through her flesh. He knew that this was a vagina – after his mom’s embarrassing and premature explanation – yet he still found it odd, having not seen genitals aside from his own.

 

He distractedly nudged the bottoms now to stretch across her semi-splayed knees, too focused on Orihime’s sex to bother with anything else. If there was one word he would use to describe the ‘down there’ of his babysitter, it would probably be tight. Something about her mostly-dry private parts and the crevice of her butt just struck him as being ‘tight’.

 

Wait… He backed up his pondering to the ‘mostly-dry’ part. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that some moisture has coating the inside of her slit. Being ignorant – if not totally stupid – to a woman’s arousal, Kaoru guessed that it was sweat and not the results of hum tending to her sensitive breasts. Either sweat, or she was wetting herself… How did she use the restroom without a penis, he wondered? His mom had been much too brief and hasty with the talk, but he received the gist at least.

 

“It goes in there?” he thought out loud, referring to his penis. Crouching low, he was determined to examine the girl’s anatomy more closely. Other boys at school seemed knowledgeable about some aspects of women, but Kaoru seriously doubted any of them had the ‘material’ he had to work with.

 

He pet the ginger hair carefully, noticing the course, thick texture opposed the silky-softness of the locks adorning her head. Being just a little bit out of puberty’s reach, Kaoru had been looking down at a baby-bald crotch all this time.

Inquisitiveness piqued, he continued his inspection down to the folds of skin. He brushed the crease with his thumb before spreading it open to peek within. To his surprise, his discovered another set of folds, these being thinner and pink. Again, he had to question the procedure required to fit a penis into the vagina. He was small, but it was unlikely that even his ‘thingy’ could wedge there.

 

There must be some secret. Fingers crept along the grooves of Orihime’s sex, and he took note of the small flange at the crest of the vaginal lips. The busty babysitter mewed softly when he probed that nub inquisitively. He did not spend more than a few seconds petting her clitoris – though, even unconscious, she made sounds of enjoyment when he touched it – and began to explore her petals. Had they always been so saturated? The substance clinging to his fingers after he swept them across her sex was certainly slippery like sweat, but it felt thicker and had a pungent scent that was almost invigorating with each whiff.

 

A significant discovery was made by accident. When Kaoru’s fingers traced downward through the center folds, he abruptly sunk into a hidden channel. “Ahn!” Orihime clenched her teeth and arched her back slightly, her breasts jiggling from the subtle movement. The sudden exclamation made Kaoru jump, though he was not in danger of her waking up. Thank goodness. He didn’t want to stop now that he made a very significant find in the exploration of femininity.

 

Experimentally, Kaoru wriggled his digits within her hidden hole. It was a tight fit, but it had room to stretch. In awe, he watched her pink lips separate and expose her insides. Surely this was the birthing canal that his mother had explained to him in vague detail, which also meant that this was where the penis was supposed to go in.

 

He’d ignored it quite well for a time, but he could not completely forget the tenting of his night bottoms. More than ever before, it hurt. But unlike before, he now had access to a way of alleviation. The problem was whether or not he’d be willing to test his luck to such an extreme.

 

He was a kid… Of course he would, but not without some nervous hesitance.

His underwear was rolled down over his three-inch cock. It sprung into view with great enthusiasm. There was more of that fluid that apparently came from the slit, but Kaoru didn’t give much thought to it. The bulbous head peeked out from his foreskin, though the overlapping skin hadn’t matured enough to be able to retract all the way just yet.

 

Eyes were cast onto Orihime’s face. Aside from her cheeks tinted in a pink hue and a light perspiration glistening on her brow, she showed no signs of being disturbed from her slumber, even as her thighs were eased apart to accommodate the boy inching closer with his eager boyhood.

Should he?

Even with the small size of his cock, Kaoru could push into her fully. His genitals basked in the bodily heat radiating from Orihime’s arousal. There were still some doubts in his mind and fears about doing something like this, but it was far more painful to have this opportunity and let it slip by while struggling with an appendage that just wouldn’t go down.

Just hope Mom doesn’t find out…

 

Steeling himself, Kaoru pushed his erection down, the head sliding through the slick folds until he reached the destination his fingers had recently discovered. This was it, and without even realizing it, he was – in some sense – going to become a man at the tender age of ten. He was too far gone from the blood favoring his penis over his brain to stop now. Holding his breath like at the first, highest plunge of a roller coaster ride, he wedged into her tight body.

 

She was not a virgin – having coupled with Ichigo once before in a night of heated passion and hormonal exploration – but her body certainly remained taut enough to give Kaoru a squeeze as he pushed through. The secretions coating her inner walls helped guide him in until his pelvis was flush with hers.

 

The sensation was far grander than what he could have ever prepared for, but he still managed to catch the exclamation of unknown rapture before it could burst from his throat. Orihime did not make a sound beyond a sound that was either a whimper or a grunt; in any case, she was not awake, and that was the important thing.

Kaoru panted as he remained nestled within the babysitter’s warmth. The soft walls sheathing the small penis closed around him, undulating slightly and fitting him snugly. Her body cradled his sensitive shaft, milking the abundance of pre-cum oozing out from the slit of his cockhead.

Though the feeling dwarfed all other pleasures he’d known in his short life, Kaoru had to wonder if there was more to this than sticking his penis inside of a girl. He recounted his mother’s explanation, remembering that the man was supposed to discharge some kind of fluid. There obviously was a missing part in Ikumi’s instructions somewhere in between insertion and completion; Kaoru’s cock was tingling, but it certainly wasn’t about to pump any sort of goo up Orihime’s snatch anytime soon.

 

Uncertain of what was to be done, Kaoru began to pull out, but the moment he did, he discovered something: pulling back was just as much fun as pushing in, and it made his cock thump as if to give a hint to the naïve boy. Kaoru whimpered with pleasure as he pulled out halfway, and then made a hasty return to Orihime’s heat. The girl rocked from the force and her breasts jarred a little in hypnotic rhythm. Though he didn’t even stretch half as far as Ichigo did within her and was little more than a finger within her, Orihime unconsciously vocalized the pleasure of having her insides assaulted by the impetuous little boy driving in and out of her at a haphazard tempo. If she’d not been such a deep-sleeper, the desperate thrusts would’ve awakened her along with the tingling radiating from her crotch.

 

Her low, groggy, lustful moans were lost underneath the sounds coming from Kaoru’s mouth. He panted raggedly as he awkwardly pushed his hips into her. Often, he would become too excited and would withdraw too far, slipping out of her snatch entirely. His haste to return to her would sometimes cause him to slip, miss, and glide the underside of his juicy cock against her clitoris. Ignoring how Orihime’s back arched in response to her clit being vaguely stimulated, Kaoru selfishly sought his own pleasure, burying himself up to the hilt within her and resuming his powerful thrusts; granted, the bucking of his hips retained only the power of a scrawny ten-year-old who usually sat around all day, watching television and eating.

 

Terror struck deep in his stomach when he felt something brush against the base of his spine; that ‘something’ was easily discerned as a hand. The boy froze, surprising himself that he didn’t scream altogether. With wide, terrified eyes, he looked back and saw that Orihime’s hand had curled around hand held him at the small of his back. Was she awake? He did not move his hips for a while – though he would not pull himself from her unless forced – and stared at her face. Her eyes were still closed and her breath was returning to the even, steady breaths of slumber. He didn’t risk anything yet; he could assume that Orihime was playing with him, or was on the verge of waking up. It’d require such an explanation if she awoke to the sight of the boy she was babysitting nestling his cock inside of her snatch, and that did not even qualify to what his mom would do!

Ikumi had a loving mother tone, but Kaoru knew of her wrath. She may have spoiled him, but that did not mean he had never been disciplined before. He’d be locked up in his room with only annoying guy babysitters from now on if his mother found out that he’d taken advantage of his sleeping babysitter.

 

Pull out, echoed the small voice of his conscience, and for once, he almost felt obliged to listen. He could almost sob at his loss when he began to slide back, out of the tender embrace of Orihime’s pussy. The way she squeezed him was like she was beckoning him to return and continue the fun.

 

He was almost all the way out before he sunk back in. His eyes widened, for it was not by his own admission that he went back in; it was Orihime’s hips that lifted, chasing after his small prick and swallowing him back up. The girl was still fast asleep, but her hot body responded on impulse as it dazedly began to gyrate against the boy. “Uhn…” She shifted a little, the blush on her face accenting her features and spreading down to her chest, glistening with a slight sheen of sweat. “Kuro…saki…ku~… Ah~…”

 

Kaoru’s conscience continued to cry out warnings, but the boy was beyond caring anymore. Steeling himself, holding onto Orihime’s waist, he brought his rhythm back, though he treaded carefully at first. It didn’t sit too well with him that she was dreaming of stupid Ichigo, but that gave him the chance to continue thrusting into her. Maybe if she did wake up, she’d think it was a dream and fall right back asleep. It was a stupid theory, but Kaoru was a kid and wasn’t thinking with a clear mind at the moment.

 

Eyes were all over Orihime’s body, examining where she was gingerly split by the three inches of boyhood, her clenching stomach, lunging breasts and flushed face. Whenever it seemed like he was going too hard, her supple breasts floundering a bit too much, Kaoru would steady himself, wait a second or two, and then resume with failing determination to keep himself under control. But he found that even with the subtlest and most controlled of his thrusts, her boobs jiggled in circular motions; this was not something he didn’t keep a close eye on.

 

The hand at his back flexed, her fingernails biting his skin in a way that felt painfully good. Without stalling his thrusts, even as his heart gave a leap from the scratch, he glanced at her face; she was still sound asleep – miraculously – and moaning encouragingly. Obviously, she liked it, but Kaoru still figured he should not dawdle and continue to press his lasting luck.

He was young and inexperienced. He’d no idea of the art of staving off his relief for the girl’s benefit or to savor the moment. All he knew was that his balls were ascending, and that felt strangely good. The thrusts he had kind of mastered became erratic again, staggering and losing their tempo entirely. Something mounting within his nether regions was breaking his concentration and causing his body to lock up. Though he had come to be hypnotized in the sight of Orihime’s boobs bouncing each time their bodies collided, his eyes involuntarily squeezed shut. The small sac underneath his boyhood felt like it was throbbing, and a warm tingle shot up his prick in strong pulsations that were inevitably injected into Orihime’s snatch.

The girl moaned softly as the semen of the young boy pasted the walls of her vagina; no spurt was able to reach her cervix, even as he rashly pressed as deep as he could within her. Even in slumber, Orihime’s body reacted to the spray of seed, her hips rocking slightly and her muscles juicing the small cock.

 

Kaoru was practically sobbing while draining his testicles. The euphoria was overwhelming, far too much for a child like him to handle for long. He wanted to make his withdrawal, but Orihime’s pussy was a vice that would not relinquish his member until every bit of his orgasm was sapped. It was only after he exhausted all that he could within her that he finally found some leeway to pull out. He crawled from her hot, saturated depths and found his once-troublesome penis deflating, hanging tired and satisfied as a string of white goo fell from the tip to soak into the material of the sofa. He knew he should be worried about making a mess, yet he was strangely at peace. He felt dirty and knew that maybe a shower would help, and he knew that he’d somehow have to clean up the evidence of his ‘no-no’, but it took a lot to fight away the sense of tiredness. It was tempting to just collapse on his babysitter.

He shook his head. His efforts of cautiousness would not go to waste just because he was sleepy; as a kid, he needed to be smart to stay out of trouble. What if Orihime woke up and found her private parts exposed and wet, her shirt undone, and worse of all, Kaoru’s penis hanging out freely and covered in the fluids her vagina was leaking? Very incriminating indeed, so Kaoru went right to work with a heavy use of tissue. For every soiled bundle, he would make a mad dash to the bathroom, close the door, and flush the wad down the toilet.

 

When she was mostly dried and cleaned – but still a little sticky – Kaoru moved to the trickier part. Pulling her bottoms back into place was hard, especially when trying to slip the waistband underneath her and over the soft swell of her ass. It took the better part of ten minutes, but he did a fine enough job and could carry on to the second and last pressing matter.

Closing her top proved to be even more of a challenge. With her lying on her back, gravity had her large breasts flatten slightly on her chest, which made pulling the two parts of her shirt together tricky. He had to scoop a breast with one hand – a task he didn’t mind much – and nudge it to the center of her chest with her clothing. It took a few trials and errors before he managed to latch a button across her bosom. The fabric strained until more of the shirt was buttoned up, and with a triumphant sigh, Kaoru closed up her top.

 

Whether it was because he was too exhausted to relocate or because he thought he’d earned it, he hunkered down atop the redhead, pillowing his head with her supple breasts. His eyes could hardly stay open for more than five seconds before they closed and he was asleep.

For a while, it’d be unlikely that his penis would bother him. And the night promised a satisfied, uninterrupted sleep.

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Kaoru was dead to the world around two o’clock – two hours after he had spent himself inside of his babysitter. And at two o’clock, that babysitter came awake in a hot, sweaty fluster. She had been stirring and moaning for some time now, and her dreams were plagued with a playful Ichigo teasing her sex with his fingers, pumping them clumsily inside of her.

 

This was not the first time she’d awakened from erotic dreams. There were many a night when she would wake up, already slick from intense dreams, and she would roll her hips into the fervent dance of her fingers. But before her hands could dance along a familiar path, she noticed the weight atop of her.

 

She swallowed hard when she stared down at the boy. Some saliva had spilled from his gaping mouth over her breast, but she didn’t mind much; there were a few times when she drooled in her sleep during vivid dreams. “Kaoru-chan?” She had to check if he was awake or not, which he wasn’t. She was relieved by that; at least she could sneak away to the bathroom in peace. Carefully, she eased out from underneath Kaoru, making sure to lay him down peacefully. When she was on her feet, she felt oddly woozy. Well, she’d take care of the tingling in between her legs soon enough.

 

“Kurosaki-kun said he wouldn’t be home until morning,” she muttered aloud. That was good since she didn’t want her temporary employer to walk in and hear rapturous sounds echoing from the bathroom.

 

Not wanting to dawdle, she hastened to the bathroom and locked the door. It felt strange and maybe a little humiliating doing something so perverse in another person’s house, especially when she was supposed to be keeping an eye on Ikumi’s boy; she couldn’t help herself, though. Her entire body was quaking and sweaty, and she certainly wasn’t going to fall asleep again until she tended to her heat.

 

She padded quickly but quietly to the bathroom. Her face was flushed and stiff, as though she was marching through two rows of onlookers, naked. A breath of relief was taken when she hastened into the lavatory and closed the door behind her, feeling some security upon locking it. Unless Kaoru woke up and had a key for the bathroom, Orihime felt she wouldn’t be disturbed in her intimate embarrassment.

 

With thighs pressed together, she could feel the stickiness. She didn’t waste another moment scurrying over and dropping down her bottoms before taking a cozy seat on the toilet. Not exactly as glamorous as her bedroom, she considered with an uncomfortable wriggle, but it’d be far more mortifying to be caught dozing in pajamas with a soiled crotch.

 

Her thighs spread apart, and the cold air of the bathroom felt refreshing on her hot, gooey flesh. She’d been dreaming about Kurosaki-kun doing perverted things to her, so she wasn’t very much surprised by the messy state of her groin; it was a bit more than usual, though.

 

She petted the auburn hair before letting her fingers slide down and do their practiced steps. She was very fond of leaving her thumb at her clitoris while two fingers slipped through her folds to explore her saturated depths. She had to bite down hard on her lower lip to keep from moaning. It may have only been one other person in the entire building with her, but it’d be so embarrassing if he woke up and came knocking, curious to know what would make her make these sounds.

Normally, she liked crying out, making a ruckus and fantasizing about dear Ichigo playing her body like an instrument. She recounted the time of her lost virginity, how cute he looked while looming over her, slick with sweat, flushed with effort and modesty, pounding his hips hard enough to make her entire body jerk.

 

“Ah~!” Orihime’s sensitivity increased at the memory. She remembered how she questioned whether or not he’d even be able to fit inside of her; he seemed to be a bit larger than the norm. He did fit, and after some time of adjusting to the feel, Orihime was in bliss.

 

The hypersensitivity brought the redhead crashing to an orgasm much sooner than usual. She held her breath as her body stretched and went stiff. Toes curled on the tiled floor, and she felt her walls clutching at her fingers while her warm ejaculate spilled over her hand. She could’ve kept the feeling lasting, but she still wanted to get back to Kaoru as soon as possible; it was her responsibility as babysitter, after all.

 

She gave herself a moment to relax, trying her best to keep quiet as she caught her breath. The fingers inside of her wriggled a bit before pulling out to let her dazedly examine her mess. She did not think much of it at first, but upon closer and clearer inspection, she saw traces of a foreign, white substance mingling with her translucent essence. She brought her hand closer to her face, blinking in curiosity.

 

Strange… It reminded her of the fluid that Ichigo had painted her lower belly with after their first time. It even smelled like it. She couldn’t come to any other conclusion of than it was the same substance!

 

But how and when did it get inside of her?!

 

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Note: I am not the original author. Credit for this story goes to c0p13r c. c0pyc4t (who will be removing all of his content from AFF.net on January 1st, 2018). I have added/edited nothing (beyond a bolded chapter title), which unfortunately includes any italics/bolding/underlining/etc... that was present in the original post of this story.