Sweet dreams

"Yes. That's what I said..." The young mother of four sighed and walked the smaller bee to her bedroom. Rabbie had made good work making her bed, and Mabel was in a way surprised by that - maybe he wasn't such a pain after all. "Aunt Mabel.... you didn't really ask, but... did you mean that... t-that I'll be sleeping... in the bed? W-with you?... like, really?" Robin, the practically invisible boy muttered and Mabel got an uncomfortable feeling - what ever did she promise earlier?!

"I can sleep on the floor just as well... I brought my own pillow too..." He was indeed carrying a pillow which made Mabel a little annoyed: "Hey, remember why I even invited you here? I wanted to... get comfortable, and get to know you a little bit. You are so busy, so I didn't get a good chance to chat very much. Come on, I'm sure sitting on the bed would be more comfortable, right?" Mabel flew in the middle of her bed and the boy walked next to her and got on the bed, head down. "Hmm... Robin, I kinda remember you saying that you like cleaning. You cleaned the whole day too, are you not exhausted?" Mabel still wore her bathrobe and a towel drying her hair - she was not going to get nude with Robin here, but the attire did feel a little risque like this.

"Yeah... that's what I'm good at anyways... Mommy said I am a good cleaner, that... made me happy then..." Robin hugged his legs as he was sitting down and peeked over his knees towards Mabel, his scruffy hair somewhat going over his pretty eyes. "Oh, did she really? Well... you do clean very well... let's talk about us, ok? So, I like to fly a lot. Do you like flying? Your wings look great…" Mabel had to lie a bit, his wings looked malnourished and weak. "I'm really bad... Reuben tried to teach me once, but I fell on my face... I hate my wings... they get on the way and I won't ever need them anyways..." He grew a pout and hugged his legs tighter as Mabel bit her teeth and judged him.

Mabel did not often do it, but a night-snack might be in order here: "That's unfortunate... I will teach you, it's just how it has to be. Drones have to be able to fly. Especially my drones better..." Mabel felt very bad as it was true that she was the greatest flyer of the whole hive, Robin here was barely able to raise his wings: "They better be good... Ehh... do you want some honey-bread? You look a little pale." The boy raised his head and made a little nod and got up. "Oh, no! I will get it, you stay here and... just stay there..." Mabel took off to the kitchen and grabbed a couple pieces of bread and a jar of honey with her. As she returned she found Robin in the same place, rocking back and forth.

"Here! Let's eat on the bed. It's fine, just try to keep the food from dripping on the sheets, right?" Mabel sat down and scooped a fat blob of the honey on her bread and took a bite. Robin's hands shook as he took the rather heavy jar and placed it carefully on the bed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead: "Auntie... sorry to ask, but could I please eat somewhere else? I'm afraid that...'' He said nervously and held the jar tightly in place, Mabel could see the problem: "No, we will eat here. If you are not confident enough, I will feed you, ok? We will eat like this, you will sit right there." Mabel felt already frustrated with her day and just wanted Robin to have fun too - she at least liked to eat on the bed, what's wrong with that?

"F-f-feed me? H-honey... right?" The boy suddenly blushed and his eyes darted all around the place making Mabel blush too: "Yeah, come on... you are starving, I can see. You didn't eat dinner, did you?" Mabel saw the boy's face turning redder and him shaking a little: "No, auntie... I had to clean the windows..." Mabel hated that, and took a big blob of the honey again with the spoon. "Well then. Open your mouth. You *have* to eat." Mabel carefully put the spoon in the mouth of the anxious boy. "Aha, you need more, open up." Mabel kept feeding the boy as he stayed still and kept his eyes closed and mouth open, shivering and grabbing the sheets with his hands. It was weird to Mabel. To feed another bee. As a daughter queen it was she who should be fed. Larvae need feeding, not full grown drones, but Robin here was a special case.

"That should do, are you feeling better? You better eat, Robin. You will never grow strong if you don't... hello?" Mabel took note of Robin's mouth still open, drool falling out of his mouth, his eyes shut closed with pearls of tears forming in them. "Auntie... please... take my semen, I don't want to be strong. Please, I beg you, please?" He was laying on his back and looked up at Mabel who stared down not believing it: "Robin... that is strictly prohibited... you must realize that you might get in trouble for..." The boy reached up with his shaky arms and groped Mabel's chest with both hands. "R-Robin, no... This is... u-unusual..." Mabel couldn't move as the young drone massaged her breasts like they were something he could touch so boldly. "Y-you must be h-hungry still, y-yeah... you are talking nonsense, h-here’s another s-spoon-full..."

Mabel's hands were trembling as she offered another spoon-full of the delicious honey. "I want... to never feel weird around you... I feel so bad..." He said dreamily and kept softly squeezing Mabel's breasts. "No... take... the h-honey..." Mabel felt all her strength fade and the spoon slipping out of her hand. It's contents fell on the boy's clothes, awkwardly right on the neckhole - the honey fell down his pecs under the nightgown. "A-auntie... please?" Mabel realized she couldn't use a spoon with those weak hands of hers so she grabbed the jar of honey holding it awkwardly in one hand over him: "You are acting l-like a common pervert... It must be because you didn't eat... t-that's it… a-absolutely..." The daughter queen saw her youngest drone look up at her with a certain kind of look - he had the eyes of an angel, not to mention his hands on Mabel's chest. She was given no chance to put the jar down properly.

The daughter queen couldn't take it anymore and **** Robin's hands off - the honey jar fell in the process, dirtying the bed in food. "Oh no! N-now the bed is… it's all my fault!" Robin backed away and took the now half empty jar and put it aside - he started cleaning once again. "N-no… it's not your fault… I…" Mabel found it hard to find words to apologize appropriately. The drone took off the bedspread and shook and whined: "I-I should go… I'm no good at all…"

The young daughter queen felt too much sympathy for the drone, even when he just touched her so boldly: "Absolutely not! I… want you to sleep with me, ok? I promised." Mabel didn't want to admit defeat like this, to add to Robin's misery. "Really? B-but…" the boy's cheeks were red, eyes darting around the floor. Mabel cooled her head and gave the boy a hug, it appeared to be enough to calm him down completely. He fell asleep on the bed, exhausted. Mabel hesitated, but pulled off her clothes and put on a nightgown - Mabel wanted it to feel normal, she laid back on the bed and felt the cute boy's presence, it was nothing close to normal.