Author's Notes:  This section will contain sexual acts while Marissa is in little space.  If this bothers you, then skip the chapter.  That being said, I also may overexplain through the lens of the characters.  This is honestly for the benefit of anyone who has never experienced either being or knowing a little.  Just like everything else in life, it is a very individualistic and unique experience that is often misunderstood or overgeneralized. This situation does not apply to all individuals that identify as little or experience age regression.  Happy reading, my lovelies!

Gabe's POV

I sat up in bed and listened. There was a faint tapping on the door, then it stopped. When it started again, it was a bit more persistent and I heard Marissa whisper loudly, "Daddy Gabe, pwease open up. I hurt." I moved out of bed quickly, pulling open the door. She tumbled in with a goofy grin as she looked up at me. She wiggled her fingers at me, "Hi Daddy."

"Where are you hurting baby?" I asked, leaning down to help her up. She hopped into my arms and leaned into my ear.

"My princess parts are all ouchy," she hissed in my ear. Princess parts? Oh, yeah, now I get it, but I don't understand why they would be hurting.

"Did something happen to make your princess parts hurt?" I asked her, bringing her into the bed with us. Victor had already woken up and was rubbing his eyes as he listened to her talking. I nudged Luke and he grunted.

She twisted her hair with her finger and looked bashful as she spoke, "I had a dream, now they feel bad."

"Has this ever happened before?" Victor asked her, rubbing her legs gently.

She nodded, "Yup. Winnie always kissed it better." Wait, did she mean he kissed her or gave her oral sex?

"Can you show me where Winnie would kiss you, pretty girl?" Victor prompted. Marissa reached down and put her hand on her panties. Victor and I exchanged a surprised look. It was at that moment that Luke decided to wake up fully. He gave her a sleepy smile.

"Hey sugar," he said, his voice still scratchy. "What's this I heard about kissing away the hurt?" I rolled my eyes at his oblivious question.

She squirmed in my lap and whimpered, "Pwease, it hurts."

"May I try and make it feel better, pretty girl?" Victor asked gently. She over-exaggeratedly shook her head, making him chuckle. I repositioned her until she was flush against my chest and watched as he positioned himself between her legs, then slid her panties down. "Tell me if you want me to stop, Marissa," he said gently, trying to make sure adult Marrisa was aware as well. He lowered his head to her core and she let out a low whine as his tongue dragged along her folds.

"Is Victor making it better, our pretty girl?" I crooned in her ear, pressing soft kisses just below her earlobe.

She leaned against me, her eyes glassy as she watched him, "Yes, Daddy, Victor makes it feel good," she breathed. Luke let out a soft groan as he watched them. The sheet had fallen back and I could see his cock as he stroked it. Marissa's head turned a bit and she watched him for a minute then looked at me and whispered, "LuLu's lollipop is all red. Does it hurt like Winnie's did?" I blinked for a few moments, letting her words sink in. I'm beginning to think Winnie was a fucking genius. The man had come up with little friendly terms to address both their sexual needs during her slips so that she wasn't scared and could still embrace her little persona without over-sexualizing it. This wasn't about BDSM or a daddy kink, Marissa still wanted or needed to process as a little, but she was also experiencing sexual needs.

Her moans brought me back to the situation. Victor was gently pressing his finger inside of her and focusing on her swollen clit. Luke had scooted closer and groaned, "Yes, sugar, my lollipop is sore. How did you make Winnie feel better?" She opened her mouth and stuck her finger in, sucking gently. He and I both moaned at the action, then he knelt near her face, holding his cock out for her. Her little tongue darted out and grazed along his length, making swirls at the tip. Then without a word, she shifted to take him in her mouth. He had to grab my shoulder to steady himself, as she hollowed her cheeks. His hips moved carefully as she took him deeper, then she let out a series of loud moans and cries as Victor brought her to climax. Luke's head was thrown back, lips parted as he groaned and came in her mouth.

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Marissa stayed in our room the rest of the night, cuddling up with Victor, her hair twisted around her finger as she slept. I'd had little space experiences several times, but this one was unique. She was edging between the two it was obvious. Her responses and actions sexually indicated she was thinking like a big person, but her words were little. We just kept talking, asking questions, and letting her lead even if she didn't realize she was leading.

I'm not going to lie, I could really get used to this. It amazed me how seamlessly she had blended into our family and routines over the past few weeks. We all kept finding ways to interact with her, and not a single family meal went by that there wasn't a mention or full-blown story about her. Hell, even the night at the club, after Luke babbled about his time with the masked lady, he started wondering what it would be like had it been Marissa.

I felt a soft poke on my side and looked down to see her soft brown eyes looking up at me. "Hey baby, how are you feeling?" I asked gently, trying to feel out where she was.

"Okay," she said softly. She rolled over and put her head on my chest, giving a light sigh. "I'm hungry."

"What would you like for breakfast?" I asked her, running my fingers along her arms. "I bet North would love to cook for you again."

"Scrambled eggs and toast, please." Her voice was soft, not quite the same childish tone she'd had last night, but also not quite Marissa's normal tone either. I think she was in that transition state that's almost like a sub-drop. It can go bad really quickly and make a person sad and emotional for no apparent reason.

Trying to keep her spirits up, I placed a soft kiss on top of her head and reached for my shirt. "Arms up, baby," I told her as I slipped the shirt over her head. It hung to her knees when she stood. "Do you want to walk, or have me carry you?" Without answering verbally, she reached out her arms and made clasping movements with her hands for me to pick her up. I chuckled, "Alright pretty girl, let's go get you some food."

When I reached the bottom of the steps, I saw Sean sitting in Owen's lap with an expression similar to Marissa's. I think last night's events may have pushed him into a little space as well. I'm sure dragging up old hurts didn't help. "Good morning, Marissa, Gabe," Owen said with a smile as he stroked Sean's hair. Sean turned and buried his face in Owen's chest when I tried to smile at him. Yep, he's in little space.

I pressed a kiss to Owen's head and gave Sean's arm a soft touch, "Good morning, my loves." Marissa eyed Sean curiously as we pulled up a chair near them. "So do we have any plans for the day?"

Owen shook his head no. "I think today needs to be a stay-home day. Sean already had the day off, and we could use some relaxation." I smiled, realizing he was trying to give both of them an excuse to just process as they needed without worrying about work for now.

"Hey little one, what would you like to eat?" North asked as he stepped to the table and set cups in front of Sean and Marissa. Her's was the Cinderella one from last night, now filled with orange juice, and Sean's was a Neko cat cup, filled with apple juice.

"Eggs and toast, please Daddy North," she said politely then sipped her juice. She and Sean kept exchanging glances, but neither one really spoke.

Once we had all finished eating, Owen cleared his throat, "Sean, would you like to show Marissa your coloring books?" He looked up at Owen and nodded, but didn't speak. "Marissa, do you want to come and color in my office?"

"Yes, Owee," she said and slid off my lap, then took his hand as they headed down the hall.

The rest of the family slowly trickled in, grabbing breakfast and discussing their plans for the day. Victor sat next to me, nursing his tea. "Hey love, are you okay?" I gently asked him.

He grimaced, "Well, I don't know." I waited as he collected his thoughts. Victor was never one to just talk. I think part of that was an after-effect of his childhood with his horrible parents. He always chose his words carefully and this time was no exception. "I can't quit thinking about last night. Did we take advantage of her? I mean she was and still is in little space. Should we have been doing sex stuff with her?"

I put my arm around his shoulder and kissed his temple, "Victor, I love that you care so much," I told him. "Last night, she was in control. Every little is different, some just want to be childlike, but others want to be adults while acting childish. That's where she was last night when she came to the room. I think her dream had her flexing between little Marissa and big Marissa." He took his mug in hand again and sipped, considering my words. "Love, I don't think we took advantage at all. When she leaves her little space, we can ask her to be sure and talk about what her boundaries are during those periods."

He nodded and leaned against my shoulder, "Thank you. I just worried I'd done something wrong - that she would hate me for it." I saw the anxiety written all over his face. "I really like her, Gabe. I think I like her more than I even realized. Is that okay?"

I kissed him and chuckled, "I think we all do. She fits in with all of us and doesn't even try. She doesn't expect anything from us. I think we are all drawn to her openness. She isn't going to be mad at you, I promise."  

Marissa's POV

When I woke up in their room, the events of the night before flooded back into my mind. I was embarrassed that I'd slipped and was still there partially even now, but I think I was more shocked about my sexual openness with them. I guess little me didn't have any worries about boundaries. I felt a pang in my chest as I remembered Winnie was gone. Before I let myself go down that dark path, I poked Gabe. My tummy was growling and I knew he would take care of me.

When he looked down at me, my insides wiggled. I loved looking into his pretty blue eyes. The color surrounded you and it was like flying in the clouds. "What would you like for breakfast? I bet North would love to cook for you again."

I had to blink a couple of times to actually hear what he'd asked. "Scrambled eggs and toast, please," I told him and we headed downstairs. I liked the way his shirt swallowed me. I could wiggle and make the sleeves flap and the fabric soft - it smelled like him too. I noticed Sean sitting on Owee's lap. He looked at him the way I was looking at Gabe. Not in a sexy way, but in a caring way. Was Sean a little too? Maybe that's why they were so relaxed about it.

I had to keep myself from squealing when Daddy North gave me my Rella cup again. It was so pretty. I felt myself relaxing and slipping a bit more when Owee asked about coloring. Now I'm sitting on the floor, sharing crayons with Sean and it's nice. Owee is working at this desk and there is piano music playing. "Victor," I said quietly, making them both look at me. "It's Victor playing," I said, pointing to the speaker.

"Yes, little one, this is one of his songs from when we were younger. I have all of his music. Do you like it?" Owee asked with a smile on his lips.

I nodded, "I love Victor's music. It makes the sad stuff better. Fater can't find me when I'm in the music." Owee tilted his head, but I didn't explain. I think I made a mistake and said something bad. I should just color. Sean scooted closer to me and handed me a purple crayon with a silly grin. I took it and gave him a smile back.  

Author's Notes:  I would appreciate any and all feedback on this chapter.  If you've read anything by me, I'm not afraid to tackle just about any subject.  However, this is the first time I'm venturing into the world of littles.  

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