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Claire rubbed her eyes wearily, if she were honest she would say that she was feeling tired, but at her young age she still protested very much against bedtime.
Bedtime was most five year olds worst enemy, and Claire was no different. There was just something so defeating about going to bed, it felt babyish. The worst part though was that she wasn't allowed to sleep with her mom. She lived exclusively with her mom, she believes her dad is dead but she doesn't have much understanding of the word. Claire always slept much better in her mom’s bed, but her mom said that that was her “alone time” and that Claire could only come into her room after she already slept a few hours in her own bed. She supposed that that arrangement could’ve been fair if it weren't for David.
David was Claire’s older brother and best friend. He was four years older than her, nine years old, and even though he had some friends his own age he still preferred playing with his little sister. He told Claire that she was a lot smarter than other five year olds, which made her blush but only a little since she got told that a lot. David and Claire did everything together, they played constantly and they walked home together and they did their chores together, they even took baths together until recently.
David was allowed to sleep with mom the whole night every night which was completely unfair. Claire had tried to ask her mom about it but she gave short and non-concise answers, so she tried to ask David and he gave the same ones but with a creeping blush on his face.
All that could've been fine, Claire could've been fine with a bit of mystery. She knew she was only five, she knew she wasn't allowed or expected to know everything, and that could've been fine. Could've because the noises were the worst part of it.
It started out quiet enough that Claire could assume it was the fridge making those scary noises again, but then it got louder and more obvious. You see, mom and David always took a nap before dinner. Claire didn't really believe they were napping, David usually hates napping but he never struggled. So every evening, mom would interrupt whatever game he and Claire were playing, and say “it's time for our nap, David”. During their nap, Claire was expected to stay in her room and play with toys, which wasn't a problem since her room was Claire's favorite place and she loved playing with her stuffies. But during their nap, mom and David were noisy and it made it hard for Claire to focus on her playing. Claire knew not to ask about it, she didn't understand why but she understood this wasn't something she could not ask about.
Part of Claire wondered if they made those noises at night, when she was asleep. She always went to bed before David did, since she was younger. She thought it was unfair, but it was useless to fight the rule. It was only after she fell asleep that David and mom went to bed. Claire knew this because of David’s retelling, he sometimes used it to tease her when they were in a spat. It was typical brother stuff, but of course whenever Claire urged him to release more information about their nights together, he refused.
Claire sighed to herself and rubbed her eyes again, trying both to focus and unfocus on the noises. She flopped on her back in her bed, giving up on her game with her stuffies. She bit her lip in frustration, rolling her eyes in the way that her mom gets mad at her for.
She thought there were words now and then amidst the noises, but it was all too muffled for her to understand, which made it all the more annoying. Claire closed her eyes, wishing that it would either be quieter or louder, just something different .
Suddenly, involuntarily, Claire shot up in her bed and leaned into the wall, her ear touching it with her small body still on the bed. It only made a small difference, the noises only a bit louder, only a bit clearer. But it was enough.
“Mm- That's right… *muffles* Ngh…”
Hm. Not very truth telling. Claire frowned, not understanding what was happening. She continued listening though, but there was only a few words and they were usually things like “good job” or “that's right”, boring bland statements. The rest of the noises were just that: noises. Groans, sort of like the noise mom makes when she’s upset but it was a bit different. The difference between mom’s and David’s noises were subtle, but there. David’s sounded almost hurt, except a bit sweeter.
Claire was only getting more confused listening to them, but for some reason, she couldn't tear herself away. She continued listening to the- moans?- as they started to get louder and more erratic. Claire shifted uncomfortably in her seat against the wall, she was uncomfortable but she just couldn't place why .
“Fuck- Fuck- Please mom…”
David never swore. Well, he did, but only when he was with his big fourth grade friends and trying to impress them. But he never swore at home, not in front of Claire and definitely not in front of mom.
Claire’s eyebrows screwed together in confusion, trying desperately to understand what was going on in there. She listened as the moans picked up and got higher pitched, and Claire herself started nearly panting. She was breathing through her open mouth, and she was making these quiet almost whimper-y noises. She had no idea why, and tried to control herself and make herself quiet, but she just couldn't.
“Good boy, David… Ngh- Very good boy for mommy…”
Claire didn't understand what was happening to her. Claire felt like she had no control over her body or brain even, all she knew is that she reached down to her “princess parts” and started humping her hand.
A year or two ago, Claire used to have this horsey toy. It was a small rocking horse that she just adored, it was her favorite thing. She would make David play cowboys with her just so she could ride it. Then, she started to ride it in a different way. She realized how good it felt when she moved her hips against it instead of moving her feet to rock it. She started grinding on it rather than rock on it, and she did so frequently. She would start making noises, not unlike David and mom’s noises now, and it just felt so… weird. And good. Sometimes David was in the room when she did it, and he never stopped her. Just stared. Maybe he did more than that, but her eyes were always screwed shut in pleasure. Eventually, Claire’s mom found out. She sat her down and told her that it's completely fine for her to have these urges, she just has to do them in her bedroom, privately.
Claire was so embarrassed, she mostly stopped touching her princess parts altogether. But every once in a while her insides would feel all bubbly and she just needed to touch. She would hump her favorite stuffie, Mr. Doggy, whenever she felt like that.
Claire felt like that now. Except much, much , worse.
Her own noises got so loud and her mind got so foggy she wasn't even listening to the room next door anymore. She humped her hand through her thin panties, not completely sure what she was doing since she only ever felt like this through Mr. Doggy. She felt especially good when she rubbed her button and found herself doing that mostly.
Claire was making huffy “ngh ngh ngh” noises, and distantly heard her bed creaking as she rutted her hips up into her tiny fingers. Something was wet in her panties, and at first the girl thought she had an accident, but then she realized it was gooey and not at all pee. She also realized that when the goo was spread to her button, it felt even better to rub.
She felt her eyes roll back again, but this time not voluntarily and not from frustration, from the weird bubbly feeling that was only getting worse and making her tummy all hot. She suddenly remembered what got her feeling like this and tuned back into the noises from the other bedroom.
“Oh- Oh- Oh- David there you go that’s it- Oh God Davey-”
“Ngh- Mommy! Mommy ngh!”
They were making so much noise, and it was so high pitched and genuine, Claire felt herself subconsciously push herself even harder into her hand as something happened to her.
Her little body shook and her eyes flew shut again, it felt like her button was on fire, her whole body was on fire, and she felt herself get wetter and wetter. Her tiny hole clenched around nothing as she moaned much louder than she had before, even louder than her brother and mother.
Then, she fell asleep.