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  Matty & Emma: Dr. Richards’ Littles 16

  Pepper North

  Contents

  Author’s Note:

  Dear Readers,

  Other titles by Pepper North

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Afterword

  Excerpt from Tony: Dr. Richards’ Littles 10

  Excerpt from Madi: Dr. Richards’ Littles 12

  Text copyright ©2017 Pepper North

  All Rights Reserved

  Author’s Note:

  The following story is completely fictional. The characters are all over the age of 18 and as adults choose to live their lives in an age play environment. This is a series of books that can be read in any order. You may, however, choose to read them sequentially to best enjoy the characters. Subsequent books will feature characters that appear in previous novels as well as new faces. Prepare to enter the new world of Dr. Richards’ Littles. Enjoy!

  Dear Readers,

  Thank you for reading the Dr. Richard’s Little books. I’ve heard from many of you by email, on Facebook, and through my website. It’s a blast to hear that you are enjoying my stories and I promise you there are a lot of Littles out there waiting to share their stories with you! If you wish to connect with other readers who share an interest in age play erotica but would like to have your comments shielded from public posts on Facebook, I invite you to contact me and request to join my private Facebook group.

  I wish you the best of everything in the coming year!

  Pepper North

  [email protected]

  www.4peppernorth.club

  & Pepper North on Facebook

  Other titles by Pepper North

  Zoey: Dr. Richards’ Littles 1

  Amy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 2

  Carrie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 3

  Jake: Dr. Richards’ Littles 4

  Angelina: Dr. Richards’ Littles 5

  Brad: Dr. Richards’ Littles 6

  The Digestive Health Center: Susan’s Story

  Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7

  Sofia and Isabella: Dr. Richards’ Littles 8

  Cecily: Dr. Richards’ Littles 9

  Tony: Dr. Richards’ Littles 10

  The Keepers: Payi

  Abigail: Dr. Richards’ Littles 11

  Madi: Dr. Richards’ Littles 12

  Penelope: Dr. Richards’ Littles 13

  Christmas with the Littles & Wendy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 14

  Olivia: Dr. Richards’ Littles 15

  Matty & Emma: Dr. Richards’ Littles 16

  The Magic of Twelve: Violet

  Fiona: Dr. Richards’ Littles 17

  The Keepers: Pien

  Oliver: Dr. Richards’ Littles 18

  The Magic of Twelve: Marigold

  Luna: Dr. Richards’ Littles 19

  Lydia & Neil: Dr. Richards’ Littles 20

  A Little Vacation South of the Border

  The Magic of Twelve: Hazel

  Roxy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 21

  Dr. Richards’ Littles: First Anniversary Collection

  Jillian: Dr. Richards’ Littles 22

  The Magic of Twelve: Sienna

  Hunter: Dr. Richards’ Littles 23

  Sharing Shelby: A SANCTUM Novel

  The Magic of Twelve: Pearl

  Dr. Richards’ Littles: MM Collection

  Electrostatic Bonds

  Grace: Dr. Richards’ Littles 24

  Chapter 1

  Emerson looked up from her tablet and wondered if she was doing the right thing. She had stumbled onto a website that catered to adults interested in age play. There she’d found a library filled with uploaded age play fantasies. From the first age play story she’d read, Emerson had known that she was supposed to be a Little. She craved the love and care that a Daddy would give her. A large link on the Library page had taken her to the PLAYTIME app on a website. Over the last several days, she had spent a lot of time filling in the membership application to be matched on PLAYTIME.

  Rocking herself slowly to calm down, Emerson looked back down at the screen. She was petrified to trust her heart. Her family wouldn’t understand. Her friends would think that she was a pervert. She knew they wouldn’t listen long enough to allow her to explain. She shook her straight blond hair over her shoulders as she sat up straight. It was time. She had a decision to make. Should she follow her heart and take a big risky step? It was possible that PLAYTIME wouldn’t match her with the right partner. She didn’t even know if there were actually people out there that felt the same way she did. It could be a big joke.

  The PLAYTIME app didn’t seem like an elaborate hoax. Once you joined the site by confirming your age as an adult over 18, it was easy to complete the application to be matched with an age play partner. It asked for basic personal information about her and the type of partner she was seeking. Some questions had made her blush. She’d forced herself to be honest. She wanted a Daddy most of all. She wasn’t attracted to female partners. She wavered before checking the box that indicated she would be interested in being part of a ménage family. The thought of one Daddy made her shiver. The thought of two was overwhelming, but she forced herself to be honest. Being taken care of by two men immediately made her instantly wet with arousal.

  Pushing her wispy, bangs out of her green eyes, Emerson looked down at the screen. She had all the information filled into the app. The innocuous gray submit button was at the bottom of the screen. “Should I do this?” Emerson whispered to herself aloud. Her words hung in the air of the empty apartment. Emerson shook herself physically and mentally. “I’m going to do this!” she said with more conviction and pressed the submit button before second thoughts could stop her again.

  The word searching appeared and blinked.

  Chapter 2

  Matthew Young III sat at his computer working on the accounts for his family business. It was fairly monotonous, but he liked numbers. They were concrete. He’d excelled in math and accounting in school. It had been easy to decide on a career path. He’d earned his master’s degree in accounting in a very short time. Now working in his quiet office, his thoughts distracted Matt.

  He had almost stopped checking the PLAYTIME app to see if it had matched him with a Daddy yet. His family would be outraged that he had even allowed himself to think about being in such a nontraditional relationship. His mother had informed him that he was to show up at the family mansion for dinner tonight. Matt knew he’d arrive to meet the daughter of a friend of the family. His mother was quite the matchmaker.

  His PLAYTIME app was only on his personal tablet at home and his private phone. He had a company phone as well, but he made sure to use that one for business only. He was aware of the tracking software that was on all the business phones. Matt had protected his privacy with the help of a techie friend from his college days. They frequently exchanged assistance. Matt had tracked an embezzler in his Alex’s company through his accounts just last month. Alex was glad to help Matt anytime.

  Filling in the PLAYTIME app had been thought-provoking. Although Matt was attracted to both men and women equally, he had known that he needed a Daddy, not a Mommy. He had ma
rked the ménage relationship question as a possibility. If his Daddy came with a beautiful Mommy that would just be a bonus.

  He’d hit that gray submit button two months ago. Matt was starting to lose hope that he would find his Daddy.

  Chapter 3

  Looking across the floor of the main warehouse from the elevated walkway that encircled the open work area, Jackson Duncan was the picture of calm strength. He had brought the factory back from the edge of disaster due to his father’s incompetent management. Luckily, his father had decided quickly that he didn’t want to work seven days a week and had ceded his control of the family manufacturing business to his son. Once the legal papers had been drawn up, Jackson had smoothly removed his father’s access to everything. Under Jackson’s steady oversight, the factory had regained its financial stability.

  Running a hand through his black hair peppered with silvery gray, Jackson straightened his tie and prepared himself for his third meeting of the morning. He was placing trusted employees in critical positions. Several of the departments had been led by his father’s buddies during his tenure. Those department heads had been relieved of their service with a stipend that had prevented arguments and unpleasantness. Jackson had taken the time to watch the inner workings of those departments and to identify the best employee to advance into the management position. Today, he filled the last positions. He was pleased with the decisions he had made. Even more important, the departments had welcomed the advancement of a trusted colleague to lead them.

  Jackson walked slowly back to his office for his meeting. As he approached the door, his watch buzzed with an incoming message. Turning his wrist to see the notification, Jackson froze in disbelief. He had a message from PLAYTIME app. Was it possible that the app had located his match? He needed time to read the message. He didn’t want to rush. He’d conduct this meeting first and then read the message. If it was the message he’d been waiting for, he didn’t want any distractions.

  Chapter 4

  Matthew walked into his empty condominium near his family’s office building. He had just enough time to unwind a little and shower before he needed to leave to drive to his parent’s home. He unbuttoned the stiff collar around his throat and pulled off his tie. He had discarded his gray suit jacket before he got in his car to drive home. It now stretched across the back of a chair. Helping himself to a tall glass of ice water, Matthew rolled his stiff neck around in a stress relieving circle. He was lean and of average height. Matthew ran every morning to stay fit. Leaning hunched over a computer looking at numbers all day was not good for your body. He tried to take care of himself by eating right and staying active.

  He picked up his tablet and powered it on as he walked back to his room to undress. He entered his password and tossed the tablet on his bed as he unbuttoned his pale blue shirt. Matt walked into the closet as he pulled off his shirt to grab a pair of jeans and a sweater. It would be too casual for his mother, but he’d be comfortable. As he walked back into the bedroom, his eyes glanced at the tablet as he dropped his clothes off on the bed. His eyes flashed back to the tablet. All thoughts of a shower disappeared. The PLAYTIME logo appeared in his inbox. He had a notification from PLAYTIME.

  Dropping to his knees next to the bed, Matt quickly clicked on the message and followed the link to the PLAYTIME website. Logging in with his password, Matt’s breath caught in his throat as he read, “MATCH FOUND.” He clicked on the information button and rocked back to sit on his heels. A man in his forties with coal black hair sparkling with silver strands looked back at him. Matt’s heart leaped into his throat. It was him.

  He realized that there was another picture just below that one. He scrolled down to reveal a young woman’s picture. She wore minimal makeup. Her features were pleasant but not striking. Her hair was long and almost a white gold color. Matt knew without hesitation that she was a Little as well. His mind raced. What did he think of sharing his Daddy with another Little? Could that work?

  A message popped up on his tablet. Matt touched the screen opening it immediately. It read:

  Dearest Matthew,

  My name is Jackson Duncan. I have been searching for my own Little for many years. I am beyond eager to meet you and your Little sister. Yes, PLAYTIME has matched the three of us together. This is a slightly different family structure than probably any of us anticipated. I think it is wise for the three of us to meet and talk to see how we blend together and what we are looking for in a Little/Daddy relationship. Tomorrow is Thursday. In the evening, I would like you and Emerson to join me for dinner at my home at six p.m. I know we are all busy, but I have rearranged my schedule so we can meet as soon as possible. I hope meeting Emerson and I will be your priority as well. I will find it very difficult to wait to meet you until tomorrow evening.

  Your future Daddy

  P.S. As your Daddy, you will find I require good manners from my Littles. You will email me back to let me know you’ve received the message and that you will be here for dinner. Please arrange to be absent from work on Friday and pack a bag to stay overnight, my Little boy.

  “Daddy?” Matt’s eyes filled with tears. “Is it possible?” He reread the message many times until he had it memorized. He knew he’d want to read it tomorrow, so he sent it to the printer. Matt pulled up a reply message and hesitated. “What should I say?” he wondered wanting to make a good impression. Finally, he decided to say simply, “Jackson, I will wait to call you Daddy in person. I will look forward to meeting you and Emerson tomorrow at six. Time can’t move fast enough.”

  His cell phone rang snapping his attention back to the present. It was his mother asking where he was. “Hi, Mom. I’m just walking out the door. I’ll be there soon,” he promised. He disconnected the phone call and pulled on the sweater. He’d wear his slacks instead of jeans. He grabbed his keys and headed for his parents’ house. Being with others would distract him hopefully. He knew the big smile on his face would provoke questions, but he couldn’t stop smiling for anything. He had found his Daddy and a bonus that he’d never anticipated.

  The last thing he did before leaving his lonely condominium was to fold up the printed copy of Jackson’s message. Matt slid it into his billfold so he would have it with him until he was able to meet Emerson and Jackson.

  Chapter 5

  She laid down her paintbrush and stretched her shoulders. It was late. She should be in bed, but her latest cover design for a series of children’s books was going so well she hadn’t wanted to stop. Finally, it was done. Emerson stepped back to consider her work. She was always her worst critic. She saw a few flaws here and there, but it was bright and colorful. She liked it. Now, if the author would only like it as well. She would let it dry overnight and then send a photo to the author.

  Walking to the kitchen, Emerson washed the splashes of paint from her skin before pulling the oversized smock over her head. She grabbed her phone and headed to shower quickly before collapsing in her small bed. Her apartment consisted of one big room and a bathroom. It was all she could afford on her small artist’s wages, but it had high ceilings and great natural light.

  Emerson started to plug her phone in to charge, but as she turned it upright, a message flashed on the screen. The PLAYTIME app appeared with a message notification. Shaking in reaction, Emerson sat on her bed with a plop. Her fingers flew over the phone to pull up the message. Two pictures appeared: an older man and a younger man. “Am I supposed to choose?” she muttered aloud. Quickly reading the message, she discovered that she had been matched with a Daddy and a Little boy. Emerson dropped the phone onto her lap as her mind raced. “How does that work?” she continued to talk to herself in a whisper.

  She glanced back down at the phone on her lap and jumped as a message was delivered. The subject line was simply, A message from Daddy. She opened it immediately and read:

  Dearest Emerson,

  My name is Jackson Duncan. After years of searching for a special Little to care for and cherish, I have b
een amazed and excited to find that PLAYTIME has matched together a Little boy (Matthew), a Little girl (you, Sunshine) and myself. This is a slightly different family structure than probably any of us anticipated. I think it is wise for the three of us to meet and talk to see how we blend together and what we are looking for in a Little/Daddy relationship. Tomorrow is Thursday. In the evening, I would like you and Matthew to join me for dinner at my home at six p.m. I will be glad to send a car for you if you would allow me the pleasure. I know we are all busy, but I have rearranged my schedule so we can meet as soon as possible. I hope meeting Matthew and I will be your priority as well. I will find it very difficult to wait to meet you until tomorrow evening.

  Your future Daddy

  P.S. As your Daddy, you will find I require good manners from my Littles. You will email me back to let me know you’ve received the message, that you will be here for dinner, and whether you need transportation. Please arrange to be absent from work on Friday and pack a bag to stay overnight, my Little girl.

  Staring at the phone didn’t erase the message. Cautiously, Emerson touched the reply message. She typed out a message quickly. “Jackson, I am amazed to have been matched so quickly. I just submitted the form yesterday. I’m new to age play and a little scared. I am eager to meet you and Matthew. Please send a car for me tomorrow, and I will try to be brave.” Emerson sent the message before she could change her mind. She was doing this!