Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 11

Immediately obliging she parted her thighs, showing him the delicate petals of her sex. Now provided with an unobstructed view, Tristan zoomed in close. But as he reached out a hand to touch her velvety center, Claudia snapped her legs shut, then crookedly smiled.

"You teasing me, huh?" Tristan lifted a brow and lowered the camcorder. "You know I'm hard and horny for you, so you keep me from having what I want."

"You just had it a few hours ago," she said. "I need a break, some time to recuperate."

"Well how much time do you need?" Tristan asked. "An hour, maybe two before you're rested enough?"

"You're such a horndog," Claudia proclaimed, but the smile on her face conveyed her amusement. "We should get out and do something today, maybe take a drive and go somewhere."

"We could head to the rez," Tristan suggested. "We haven't been home since leaving a month ago."

"You're right," Claudia replied, and after shifting her gaze to the alarm clock, saw it was nearly two p.m.

"If we leave in half an hour, we can be there by seven."

"Just in time for dinner," Claudia replied, and she got out of bed and onto her feet.

Following suit, Tristan started to get ready as well, slipping into jeans and a t-shirt before packing an overnight bag. Claudia did the same, and after slipping into a leopard print coat she'd acquired from a thrift store, grabbed her cell phone from the dresser.

"I'll just give Kimi and Ethan a call to see if they want to come with us," she said, but as her call was sent directly to voicemail, she ended the call and pocketed her phone. "No answer, so I guess we're on our own."

"They'll drive out later," Tristan said while zipping their travel bags, and after slinging them both over his shoulder, turned to face Claudia. "Ready to hit the road?"

"I am," she replied, and with fingers linked, they headed for the door.

* * * *

"Hey." Wanakee smiled at Lucas, then opened the door wider to invite him in.

"Hey yourself, gorgeous." With a smile back, he walked into the house. "Where's Mato?"

"Down for a nap. He's had an upset tummy all day, so he really needed the rest."

"Poor little guy," Lucas said. "I hope he feels better soon."

"Well, I gave him some peppermint water before laying down, so let's hope that does the trick." Gesturing to the tool box he held in his hand, Wanakee commented on it. "Wow, that's a pretty big box. Thanks again for helping me out, by the way. I really appreciate it."

"Not a problem, I'm glad to." Shifting his attention to the curtain rod in the living room, Lucas made a beeline for it.

Following behind him, Wanakee watched as he set his tool box on the ground, and after retrieving a power drill, brackets, and a variety of screws, he got to work at straightening the rod.

"So, how's work been?" Wanakee asked. "They treating you okay at that lumber mill?"

"Yeah, things are going fine. One of the saws nearly sliced off my right hand the other day, but other than that things are pretty alright."

"You almost lost a hand?" Her eyes went big.

Lucas nodded. "Saw came so close it took a bit of my skin off, but luckily I turned the machine off before it did serious damage."

"Oh my God, well I'm happy you're okay." Shifting her gaze to his right hand, she saw the mark that had been made there. "Maybe you should get a new job, huh? This one sounds like more danger than It's worth."

"Not a chance I'm leaving," Lucas replied. "The pay is good, and besides, jobs are hard to come by here on the rez."

"True," Wanakee replied. "But no amount of money is worth losing a limb, is it?"

Seeing the worry on her face, Lucas offered a smile, then turning his attention back to the curtain rod he was fixing, spoke some reassuring words. "I'll be fine, just need to be more careful is all."

Flipping the switch on the power drill, he created two holes in the drywall. Once that was finished, he attacked the brackets with screws and then situated the curtain rod so it was properly attached.

"All done," he said, and after checking out his handiwork, turned to Wanakee to get her opinion.

"Looks great, you did a good job. Thanks, Lucas."

"No problem." He put his tools back in the box and lifted it up, then headed for the front door where he stepped out onto the porch.

"So, since I'm already here, why don't I fix these stairs?"

"Do they need fixing?" Wanakee asked. "I wasn't even aware."

Placing his foot against the top porch step, Lucas bounced up and down, causing the wood to creak and nearly give way.

"There's wood rot in these steps," he proclaimed. "They should have been replaced a long time ago."

"Isn't that a big job?" She looked almost uncertainly at him. "I mean, It'll probably take pretty long to repair, right? Lots of labor and materials..."

"It'll take some work," Lucas replied. "But I like fixing stuff up, so It's no bother at all."

"Are you sure?" Wanakee's reluctance was clear, body language going stiff as she glanced up at him. "Because if the steps are really that bad, I could have my uncle patch them up for me."

"Your uncle, huh?" Lucas gazed at her for a moment before finally speaking. "Look, I'm doing this because I want you and Mato to be safe, okay? Not because I'm trying to score points and get into your pants."

"I didn't say you were," She responded. "But fixing the porch steps is way more than I expected. I just don't want you to think I'm using you or something."

"Well considering that I was the one to extend the offer, you shouldn't feel anything but okay about it. So just accept and let me help you out, alright?"

"Okay," she softly replied, and after observing Lucas descend the porch steps, watched him go to his truck and retrieve some supplies.

Having gotten some wooden planks from the lumber mill, Lucas returned with a small pile of the boards, as well as a hammer, carpenter's square, stainless steel nails, and a crowbar. He placed the items on the grass next to the steps, then lowering himself to his knees, took the claw end of the hammer and began loosening the nails in the bottom step.

Rusty with age, the nails disintegrated, making it nearly effortless to remove the treads that were infused with rot. Amazed that the steps had held up for as long as they had, Lucas tossed the old wood aside and grabbed the new boards. But before he could properly immerse himself in the project, he needed to fully concentrate. Focusing on the task at hand, however, wasn't so easy to do with Wanakee standing watch on the porch.

"Watching's no fun, Wanakee," he said while briefly glancing upward. "And It's cold out here, too. Why don't you go inside and relax, maybe fix yourself some coffee and watch TV."

"Am I making you nervous?" The smile on her lips seemed to convey that she found this amusing.

"Naw, not really," he lied. "It's just that I work best when I'm alone. Man's work, you know? No place for a woman to be hovering around."

"Oh, gotcha." The smile on her lips grew wider. "Alrighty then, I'll let you be. Need anything at all, just holler out, okay?"

"Yep."

He gave a nod, then looked back down at the piece of wood he was measuring.

But as soon as she turned her back to go inside, his eyes shifted to the round fullness of her backside. Staring with lust, he found himself wondering what it would look like unclothed.

Damn, she's got a sexy ass, he thought. Nice and curvy...more than enough to fill my palms and totally spankable.

Just thinking about getting intimate with Wanakee was enough to give him a stiffy, and as she disappeared into the house and moved out of his sight, Lucas archived the image of her jean-clad butt into his spank bank.

Although feeling a little horny, Lucas forced himself to concentrate, measuring the wood planks with the preciseness of an experienced carpenter. Taking a saw in hand, he began trimming the wood so it was the right dimension, and after ensuring that all of the pieces had been properly cut, he began to lay the first tread. With hammer in his right hand and a nail in the left, he got to work at securing the wood plank. But with the suddenness of lightning, a thought struck him right at the very core.

It'd probably be amazing to do her from behind. Tightly gripping the hammer, Lucas drove it into the wood. Would she scream out and call my name? Or just talk dirty so I'd fuck her harder?

Grabbing another plank, he began to hammer again. I'd nail her good. So good, she'd never want another dick inside her. Angling the hammer towards the nail, Lucas swung down hard, but missed his target and smashed his finger instead.

"Shit!" Dropping the hammer, he scrunched his face up, then stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked on it.

Get it together, he told himself. You're here to help her out, not fantasize. You keep imagining her in bed, you won't do much more than destroy your fingers.

Picking the hammer back up, he resumed the work he'd began, focusing every bit of his attention to the rebuilding of the porch steps. An hour passed, then two, before light in the sky began to dwindle. The wind blew as he worked, sifting through his hair and wrapping itself around his body. But fixated by the task at hand, Lucas barely noticed the chilly weather at all.

He did, however, notice the pair of eyes that watched him from the kitchen window, slyly peeking from behind the sheer curtains that served as a decorative accent. Keeping his gaze on his work, he pretended not to notice that she was observing him, but inwardly he wore a smile knowing that she watched everything he did.

More than happy to show off his masculine skill, Lucas hammered and measured and sanded away, biceps flexing impressively as he utilized his strong arms to complete the project. Grey clouds drifted above him and the sun's rays gradually began to weaken. But still he continued to work, not finishing up until dusk arrived.

* * * *

Wanakee had just finished feeding Mato when Lucas came in from the porch, face flushed and damp with sweat as he popped his head into the kitchen.

"So he finally woke up, huh?" Lucas's eyes on were on Mato, who was sitting in a high chair.

"Yep, and so far he's keeping down all of his food, so I think that tummy ache of his smoothed out."

"That's great." Smiling at the baby, Lucas saw that his mouth was smeared with applesauce. "Well, I just wanted to let you know I'm all done. So if you don't need anything else, I'll be getting on the road now."

"Wait." Setting the jar of baby food down, Wanakee wiped Mato's mouth. "Don't go yet, I haven't finished preparing your dinner."

"My dinner?" Not having expected that response, Lucas rose his brows. "Seriously? I didn't know you were cooking for me."

"Well I figured It's the least I can do, considering you spent five hours rebuilding the porch steps.

"Well wow," Lucas replied. "I wasn't expecting anything in return. But I've never refused a free meal in my life, so if you want to feed me, then I'm totally down for it."

"Great," Wanakee replied, and with the ease of a woman who'd done it many times before, lifted Mato out of the high chair and into her arms. "Why don't you get yourself a drink from the fridge and I'll be right back, okay?"

"Alright," Lucas said while watching her go, and once she was out of his sight he opened the refrigerator to grab himself a drink.

Retrieving a Coke from the top shelf, he popped open the tab and took a long drink, then

settled into a chair and rested his bones. While he was sitting there, the smell of food drifted out of the stove, filling his nostrils with the scent of something unfamiliar and yet completely appetizing.

Unconsciously, he began searching the room for things to fix, eyes drifting across a cabinet handle that was missing before coming to focus on the kitchen sink. The faucet leaked slowly, producing drops of water that were sizeable, and making a mental note to pick up some washers from the hardware store, Lucas took another sip of his soda. He was just swallowing it down when Wanakee urgently called out to him.

"Lucas!" She called out loudly, causing him to sit right up. "Could you give me a hand back here?"

"Yeah, sure," Lucas replied and in an instant he was on his feet, traveling down the hallway and towards the bedroom.

Immediately upon entering a foul smell hit him like a truck, flooding his nostrils with a scent so unpleasant he nearly gagged. Not wanting to move closer but forced to anyhow, Lucas stepped towards the changing table. Standing in front of it was Wanakee, who gave him a look that he couldn't quite read, but on lowering his gaze to Mato who lay on the table, Lucas suddenly understood what she was thinking.

I'm overhelmed.

Seeing but not believing, Lucas stared wide eyed at the baby, who had mushy poo smeared along his stomach and also the upper part of his thighs. Greenish-yellow in color, it smelled even worse now that Lucas was up close, but before he could dry heave in disgust, he forced out a few hasty words.

"I'm here. What do you need me to do?"

"There's a plastic basin in the bathtub," she said. "Fill it with water and baby shampoo. Then grab the towel that's on the rack and bring it in here so I can wrap him up in it."

With a nod of his head he was off, heading for the bathroom to fill the basin. Once it was full of soapy water, he grabbed the towel and returned to the room, then assisted Wanakee in placing it beneath Mato so that she could wrap him up.

As soon as they entered the bathroom, Wanakee placed Mato in the bathtub, and with Lucas's assistance, sprayed the baby down with a detachable shower head. Now rinsed of the poopy mess, Mato was placed into the baby bath, and with Lucas observing, Wanakee soaped up her baby and shampooed his hair.

Feeling like a third wheel, Lucas shifted uneasily on his feet. He wanted to help out more but wasn't sure how, so stuffing his hands into his pockets, leaned against the sink and watched on.

"So, that was pretty major, huh?" His eyes watched Wanakee as she gingerly bathed Mato. "That sort of thing happen often?"

"All the time," she replied. "Diaper blowouts have become an everyday thing, which is puzzling because this wasn't an issue just a week ago."

"Maybe It's his food," Lucas said. "Try changing the brand."

"Listen to you, giving baby tips." A wide grin spread across her face. "Since when do you know about kids, huh?"

"I don't," he replied. "Just seemed like food might be the obvious reason."

"Oh." Still wearing a smile, she wiped between the folds of Mato's pudgy legs. "It's probably the brand of diapers I'm using. I just need to go up a size, is all."

Lucas nodded and watched as she rinsed off the baby, and after swathing him in a fresh towel, Wanakee lifted him out of the basin. After taking Mato into the bedroom, she placed him on the changing table. Kneeling down to the shelves beneath, she grabbed a bottle of baby powder and reached for a pack of diapers, but on realizing there weren't any more in the pack, she pushed out a sigh and stood back up.

"Looks like I'm out of diapers," she said to Lucas. "But my neighbor next door has a baby, so I'll just pop over and get a few."

"You want me to go for you?"

"No, I want you to stay here and keep an eye on him."

"Okay." Feeling a little nervous, Lucas gazed at Mato. "Well what if he starts crying, what do I do then?"

"He shouldn't cry, because I'll only be a minute. But you've held him before and he loved it, so I trust you'll be fine until I make it back."

"Okay," Lucas replied. "Go get the diapers and I'll wait right here."

"Make sure he doesn't roll off and hurt himself, okay? And don't let him play with that bottle of powder, because he'll get it all over his mouth and nose."

"Sure thing," Lucas replied. "I'll watch him real close while you're gone."

"Be good for Lucas, peanut. Mama be back in a bit, okay?" She gave Mato a kiss on the cheek and caressed his hair, then turned on her heel and exited the room.

Following her with his eyes, Mato watched as she headed down the hallway and out of sight. He whined, lips twitching in preparation of releasing a cry. But at the sound of the front door latching shut, he suddenly went quiet and shifted his gaze to Lucas. Staring right back, Lucas tickled the baby on the soles of his feet.

"So what's up, little guy? You all cleaned up and ready for bed, huh?"

Still gazing at Lucas, Mato studied him very intently. Then, with an expression of utter calmness, the baby decided it was time to pee.

"Shit!"

Cursing under his breath, Lucas jerked back, but it was already too late because he was being squirted. The baby's pee shot out in a continuous stream, wetting Lucas's face before soiling the graphic T-shirt that just happened to be white in color.

"Seriously?" Lucas rose a brow at the tiny child. "You were just in the bathtub, Mato. You could have peed while in the water."

As if amused by the urine trailing down Lucas's face, Mato giggled and grinned.

"Yeah, alright." Unable to remain upset, Lucas wiped off his face with the back of his hand. "You're just a little squirt, so I guess I can't be mad at ya."

Still smiling, Mato kicked one of his legs out in a karate-like move.

"You're pretty funny, you know that?" Caressing the baby boy's tummy, Lucas gave him a smile. "You keep kicking around like that, and maybe one day you'll become a ninja."

Gurgling happily, Mato brought both legs up and then thrust them down, which in turn caused Lucas to chuckle.

"Okay, now you're just showing off," he said with a grin, and grabbing a baby wipe from a container, wiped the urine from Mato's genitals.

"What's he showing off?" Asked a voice behind Lucas, and as he turned his head to look, he saw Wanakee entering the room with a pack of diapers.

"Oh, he was kicking his legs out like a ninja. I told him if he keeps it up, he'll probably go professional one day."

A smile crossed her lips as she looked at Lucas, but on glancing down at his now soiled shirt, her brows lifted with surprise.

"Oh...Mato got ya, huh?"

"Right square in the chest," Lucas responded. "Squirted me pretty good in the face, too. Kid's got aim, that's for sure."

"Well, I have heard baby pee is good for the skin. So just think of it as a homemade facial."

"Right!" Lucas snorted and shook his head. "If I'm gonna get a facial, I'd rather it not be a golden one. But since he's a little stub, I guess he's off the hook."

Grinning widely, Wanakee put a diaper on Mato. She then slipped him into a onesie sleepsuit, and after walking him to the crib, gently spoke to him in Blackfoot.

"Kitaksoka," she softly said while caressing his hair. "Kitukomimmo, my little one."

She kissed his forehead, then placed him gently in the crib, and after pulling a small blanket over his tiny body, gave him a warm smile. She then turned to escort Lucas out of Mato's room, and after closing the door behind them, came to a stop right outside of the bathroom.

"So, I was thinking you might want to freshen up before dinner," she said. "Not because you smell or anything, but you worked so hard on the porch earlier, and then Mato just peed on your shirt, so..."

"Yeah, I probably smell a little ripe right now, so I'll definitely have a shower before eating."

"Cool," Wanakee replied. "Well there's a fresh towel on the rack above the toilet, and you're welcome to the shampoo that I've got. You need anything else just give me a holler and I'll see you out front in a bit, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan," Lucas responded, and after watching her head off in the direction of the kitchen, he went into the bathroom and got undressed.

After stepping into the tub, he twisted the knobs to release the water, and as it sprayed down on his body, he released a heady sigh. The water was nice and hot, steaming up the bathroom and producing a haze. Wanting to enjoy it, he took his time soaping up, starting with his torso and genital area before doing his legs and feet.