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Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. Thanks to honorary Frogwart Witches Academy graduate Erika for the editing.
(c) 2001 Couture
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Harriet's itching had almost disappeared after her rendezvous in the bathroom. However, as soon as she went to her next class and her juices had started to dry, the itching returned with a vengeance. Due to the sticky remains of her secretions and the friction, the itching powder was driving her mad. She endured the torture as long as she was able, but at last she could stand it no more. She excused herself from class and went to the principal's office. There, she explained that she was having stomach problems, although she was sure from the way the principal had looked knowingly at her while her legs squirmed, that the woman assumed she was having problems of a different sort.
The good news was that finally Chloe was called to the office and Harriet was going to get to go home where she could get some privacy and relief from the maddening itch. Chloe had acted all concerned and nice in front of the principle, which pissed Harriet off to no end. However, as soon as they were safely in the car, Chloe reverted back to her usual hateful self.
"What's the matter you little pervert? They didn't allow you to masturbate in class?" Chloe laughed.
Though she was just joking, her mean comments hit too close to home for Harriet. The poor girl hadn't been able to sooth the itching at all for the stares and comments of her classmate's.
Harriet started crying in shame as she remembered the accusations and what had happened in the restroom.
"Let me see what it looks like Hari. You are probably just trying to play hooky." Chloe said.
Hari reluctantly pulled her dress up and slid her panties to the side. Chloe was taken aback when she saw the red irritated condition of Harriet's pussy. The itching powder package *had* warned against putting the powder on genital areas, but where the hell else was Chloe going to put it? It was a simple fact: Itching powder was supposed to be put in underwear. What Chloe needed to do was to find a way to dispose of the evidence, because as soon as her mom got home, she was sure Harriet was going to the doctor.
"It looks like you've been masturbating too much is all. Got your self all damp down there. What you need to do is take your panties off and let that nasty thing air out."
Harriet was surprised by her cousin's concern. Maybe Chloe wasn't all bad after all. Harriet took off her panties and Chloe snatched them out of her grasp. Soon, the evidence of the practical joke was laying on the side of the road as the panties were discarded out the window of the car.
Meanwhile, Harriet struggled against the wind, as it attempted to raise her skirt and expose her sex.
"Let it go, so the wind can dry it, dummy," Chloe admonished.
Harriet let go of her skirt and noticed that Chloe was right. It did appear that the wind relieved her condition, but it still itched rather badly. Just not the insane itching she experienced earlier. Unknowingly, her finger had began to tease her slit, while she sat with her hand over her lap. Chloe was beginning to grow aroused herself, as she watched with great interest, while Harriet continued masturbating with greater and greater obviousness.
"Stop it you little freak! Wait till I tell mom!" Chloe warned.
Harriet snatched her hand off her sex and pulled her skirt back down. "Please don't tell. Please," she begged.
"Maybe I won't, but first, put your hands behind your back, since you obviously can't control yourself, pervert."
Harriet sat with her hands behind her back, in utter humiliation the rest of the way home, her skirt blowing in the wind and her sex visible to anyone who passed their car. "Please God, don't let anyone see me. Please God, don't let anyone see me," she whispered over and over again. She knew she shouldn't be feeling aroused from being displayed this way and wondered what was wrong with her.
Once they were home, Chloe knew from the look of Harriet's irritated pussy, the girl would be going to the doctor when her mom got back. The panties had already been discarded, now all that remained was a quick bath to clean up the rest of the evidence.
"Come on Hari, let's get you a bath before mom gets home, because you *smell*!" Chloe laughed and jabbed Harriet in the ribs, before hauling the thin girl to the bathroom and drawing the bath. Harriet felt her cousin tugging her shirt up over her head, soon it was off and Chloe reached around for the clasp to Harriet's bra.
"Stop - wait Chlo, I can do it myself," Harriet protested and struggled against the larger girl.
Chloe made an obvious show of wrinkling her nose in distaste. "Ewww, your breath smells like fish. What did you have for lunch today?"
'Oh God,' thought Harriet, as she remembered licking her pungent juices off of Jenny's fingers. She immediately stopped protesting and allowed Chloe to remove her bra so that her cousin wouldn't deduce the source of the odor.
Soon, her erect nipples were displayed to the hungry gaze of the cousin. "Aw, look at the teenie breasts. They are so precious."
The moment Harriet placed her hands over her breasts; Chloe jerked the small girl's skirt down to her feet. "Yuck, there's that smell again," she chided, making an obvious show of tracing it back to its very wet and aroused source . . . Harriet's pussy. "Disgusting."
Harriet wanted to curl up and die from embarrassment. She moved one of her hands from her breasts to cover her sex, but Chloe slapped it away. "No Hari, no touching it. You'll only make the rash worse." Then she pushed the reluctant girl into the bath and forced her to sit down. Harriet watched her cousin with growing trepidation as the larger girl took off her shoes and socks, followed by her mini-skirt. 'She can't possible expect to get in the bath with me!' wondered Hari. Much to Harriet's relief, Chloe didn't get into the tub with Harriet. Instead, she sat on the edge of the bathtub, with Harriet between her spread legs.
Chloe squirted some bath gel on her left hand and moved it toward Harriet's crotch, causing the embarrassed girl to squeeze her legs tightly together. "I-I-I can do it m- myself," stuttered Harriet.
"No, I know what you want to do, you little masturbator!" jibed Chloe. Instead of trying to batter her way past the tightly clenched knees, she lathered and massaged Harriet's stomach and thighs, until the small girl began to relax her guard.
"Come on Hari, you know this has to be done," soothed Chloe.
Harriet reluctantly spread her legs and allowed her cousin to bathe her. She hated being in the position and anticipated some sort of cruel trick. However, soon the teasing fingers drove these doubts from her mind.
"There, that's not so bad, is it?" cooed Chloe.
