This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

BR&T date: about 1959

I have two daughters, Sheila and Lisa, both blond and blue-eyed. Sheila's seventh birthday was last month; Lisa is turning six next month. They were both going to have slumber parties for their birthday parties, inviting only their best friends from school (all girls of course), and I very happily agreed to that, but due to outside pressure, I was forced to change the plans a little.

After Sheila's slumber party, Lisa has been begging me that she does not want a slumber party anymore, but she won't tell me why. I thought everyone had a lot of fun at Sheila's party, so I can't think of any reason why Lisa wouldn't want to do the same at hers. Maybe it's because of the boys that I had to invite. None of the girls like them much, but from what I heard, they were (surprisingly) perfect gentlemen during Sheila's party, so I doubt that can be the reason.

Sheila hadn't wanted to invite the boys to her birthday slumber party, either. I had to insist that they be invited, along with the five other girls Sheila invited. The problem was, they were my boss's sons. A month before the party, my boss had come to my home after work, to bring over some paperwork that he said I absolutely had to finish over the weekend. He had picked up his sons at school, so they were with him. They met Sheila, whom they already knew from school, and Lisa for the first time. They found out about Sheila's upcoming birthday party by seeing the invitations sitting out on a desk, and told my boss about it.

The next monday, he called me into his office to criticise me for not having the paperwork done by saturday, and while I was there he said he "would look favorably on it" if his sons were invited to Sheila's party. I tried to tell the idiot that the party was a sleep-over party for a bunch of seven-year-old girls, and it wouldn't be any fun at all for eleven- and twelve-year-old boys, but he wouldn't listen to reason, as usual. He had basically told me that I had better make sure my daughter invited his sons to her birthday party, or else. My protest that it was supposed to be a slumber party for girls didn't change his mind; he said the boys already knew that. His meaning was clear: he would look very unfavorably on me if his sons were not invited to my daughter's birthday party, and as always when he made a demand, he didn't care about details, just obedience.

Since my job was already hanging by a thread, and since I could lose the house if I lost my job, there was no point trying to argue with him. I gave in, and asked Sheila to send the boys an invitation the same day.

"But they're bullies!" she objected. "They're naughty to all the girls on the playground when the teachers aren't looking."

"Like father, like son!" I grumbled to myself. When I explained why, and insisted that she invite them despite her objections, she had accepted the situation, so I tried to also. She's such a good girl, she teaches me sometimes, instead of the other way around.

Still, I suggested that she send one of her hand-made invitations to them, which she had decorated with hearts and rainbows and other cute girly stuff. That would make it very clear what sort of party Sheila had planned, and the boys would be too embarrassed to want anything to do with it, I thought. To my surprise, and Sheila's dismay, the boys immediately and eagerly accepted the invitation anyway.

The day of the party came, and at five o'clock I had the girls come inside and take off their play clothes for a bath. (This was always one of my favorite 'duties' as a father, once they were old enough. I'd hired a nanny for the unpleasant tasks when they were babies, but when Lisa turned three, the nanny had to go. I decided I didn't need or want the bitch around any longer. The tasks were no longer unpleasant; they were quite enjoyable if a person had the right attitude. In fact, in looking back on it, I have to wonder if the nanny wasn't more unpleasant than any of the tasks she did for me. Pardon the digression. Back to the bath.)

I pulled off Sheila's dress, then helped Lisa with her halter and her skirt as I watched Sheila slide off her socks and panties. Then I held Lisa's arms over her head playfully, and she giggled and struggled slightly as Sheila stripped her of her panties and socks. I carried Lisa to the tub and set her in it, carrying her face down with one hand supporting her chest and the other between her legs. I lifted Sheila in a cradle, kissed her lightly on the cheek, then long and warmly on her lips. She hugged me and kissed me back. I lowered her into the tub, caressing her legs, hips, and back as I released her.

I made sure they were washed, first soaping every part of their bodies as they stood on their knees, then rinsing off all the soap with my hand. When they were ready to be dried, I lifted them out of the tub and they stood on the bathmat as I skimmed the water from their creamy smooth skin. I slid my hands down Sheila's back, and water ran in rivulets over her bottom and down her legs. I skimmed her arms the same way, and water dripped off her fingers onto the floor. She turned her chest to me, her tiny breasts like little pink stars in a creamy pink galaxy, and let me caress her from her neck to her pussy as a puddle formed around her feet. Then I held her and hugged her, as I always did at this point, and gave her another long kiss. I gently dried her bottom the same way, and finished by wiping her legs from her pussy to her ankles.

Sheila took a dry washcloth and stood aside to finish drying herself as I lovingly performed the same ritual on Lisa's soft warm body. I loved each of them dearly, adoring each difference, cherishing each similarity. When I finished with Lisa she took the washcloth from Sheila, and I took Sheila in my embrace, a full-body hug and caress. We kissed passionately, unashamed of our nakedness, as Lisa watched, eagerly awaiting her turn. Lisa and I kissed just as passionately, but differently. As each girl was different in form, so each was different in action.

Then it was time to put on the clothes. I always regretted having to hide such beauty from the world, but the world forced me to, so I consoled myself that the world got what it deserved. Even though they went freely naked in my sight without any shame whatsoever, the girls had already been taught shame from their so-called friends, and wouldn't tolerate even their panties showing in public if they noticed (which they frequently did not). Although they wouldn't go naked willingly tonight, I had selected clothes to try to express their inexpressible childish femininity. I tied long pink ribbons into Lisa's hair, and longer ones into Sheila's, making bows with seven loops. They sat down on the carpet and leaned back, while I put short white socks on each of four feet, holding them high and wide, gazing long and longingly at the pretty pink tulips spreading before me. Shoes of shiny white followed when all four socks were in place, and I took my time with the buckles, which I only glanced at occasionally anyway. Then I held a pair of sheer lacy white panties for each girl, as she held my shoulders and stepped into them and let me pull them slowly up, hiding each pussy like snow hides a flower. There was only a very thin layer of snow this time, by my choice. I helped each girl into a matching frilly snow-white dress, first Lisa then Sheila, and at last they were ready for the party.

I missed most of the party. I got to greet all the girls at the door, which was pleasant since Sheila had several very pretty friends (though none of them were quite as beautiful as Sheila herself, in my judgement). I made sure the boys were greeted politely by at least one person at the party, despite the reaction of all the girls who saw them. After a half an hour of typical party games, some suggested by the boys, I went downstairs to get some ice cream from the main freezer. I never made it back upstairs.

I woke the next morning, sprawled at the bottom of the stairs, with the worst headache I've ever had. I had to ask Sheila and Lisa about the party, and what happened all night after I fell down the stairs. They both told me everyone had fun, but they wouldn't tell me anything at all about what they did during the party, except they said over and over and over that the boys were good, and didn't do anything to hurt them or anyone, the whole time. That was nice to know, but I hadn't asked them that.

Now I'm making plans for Lisa's slumber party, and though she insists she doesn't want one, she's stuck with it, and so am I, because I'm required to invite the boss's sons again. It was supposed to be just Sheila and Lisa and five of Lisa's best friends from school, all of them five or six years old. Now it looks like the boys will have to be included again. I just hope they're as well-behaved at Lisa's party as they were at Sheila's.

I hated Sheila's birthday slumber party! It was the most awfullest time I ever had anywhere, ever!! It wasn't her fault, it was ... uh, you aren't going to tell anyone I said this, are you? You have to keep it a secret, you have to, just like I do, or I can't tell you anything either.

Well if you're going to blabber it all to everyone, forget it, I'm not saying nothing, I'll just sit here and cry and you'll never know what about. Okay, okay, yes, it was the boys at the party, I don't know how you knew that, but that's all I'm saying, I'm not going to tell you what they did to us girls, or anything about the stuff they brought. Wrapped up just like presents, it was, but they weren't even real presents cause they took them back when they left. We all hated the presents they brought, especially Sheila. NOOooo!!! You can't tell anyone I said that!! Please!!

I'll tell you the rest but you have to promise me you won't blab it! You can't tell anyone!

Well, okay. But just Sheila, nobody else. You can't let Ricky and Randy find out I said anything. Aawwwh... Okay? Ohhhhhh I wasn't even supposed to say that much.

They started it when they wanted to play Hiding Seek. Daddy told us we had to play what they said, because his boss might get mad if Ricky and Randy didn't have fun at the party. So we played Hiding Seek like they told us.

When everyone else went off to hide, and I went off to hide too, they both followed me instead of hiding like they were supposed to do. In fact Ricky was It and was supposed to be counting and looking, but he didn't. Nobody was around to see or even hear, they were all off somewhere else, when the boys grabbed my arms and legs and Ricky held a hand over my mouth.

They picked me up and carried me into my bedroom. They knew where it was from that friday they were there. They stood me by my bed and Randy kicked the door shut so nobody would hear me trying to scream past the hand Ricky kept over my mouth. I guess it was up to Ricky to keep me from getting away, and keep me from screaming, and it was up to Randy to do everything else, like pull my ribbons out of my hair and tie my wrists with one of them. Of course I was struggling! Ricky was hurting my arm real bad by pulling up on it.

I kept trying to scream, too, as hard as I could. Randy reached up under my dress and yanked my panties down and off of me while Ricky lifted me up, and then Ricky held my head in both hands while Randy shoved my panties into my mouth. He tied it there with the other pink ribbon from my hair and then all I could do was cry.

Oh, sure! Everybody else was hiding, remember? Nobody knew what was happening to me. Wwwaaaah! They picked me up and put me over the bedpost with my arms around it behind my back, then pulled my party dress up past my face and back down around my arms, all the way to my wrists. Wwaaaaaaa! From the front, where they looked at me, it looked like I was wearing just my pretty white party shoes and my socks, and nothing else, except the pink ribbon across my mouth.

I guess they thought that wasn't bad enough, cause they pulled my feet up and took off my shoes next, then my socks. Of course I was still kicking and trying to get my feet away while they held my leg out, but that just made them laugh and laugh at me. It didn't even slow them down.

So, I was naked, if you don't count my dress around my wrists or the ribbons I used to have in my hair. I stood there crying, standing naked by my bed, as the boys felt me all over. They were both sticking their fingers up into me in front, and... and... and I couldn't stahhhp thehhhm!! Aaaaaww, awwwwwh, awwwwhhhh!

No!! That's not all they did! They were mean and nasssssty !!! An they kep me tied to my bed the whole night long, and kep coming back to do more and more to me, even waking me up when I was asleep. I dohn wanna tell you any more!! I can't! I wasn't supposed you tell you anything! Uuhhauuhh!! UUhhauhh! WwaaaAAHHhh! Wwwaaaahhhh!!

Nothing happened at my birthay party. We had cake and ice cream and everyone went home in the morning. Ricky and Randy were nice all the time to everyone at the party, especially me and Lisa. They didn't do anything to hurt any of us girls, ever. They were very nice. Nice nice nice nice nice!!

Presents? They uh... they didn't give me any presents. But that's okay, they were really nice and never did anything to hurt us at all so it's okay they didn't give me any presents.

No, Lisa wouldn't have said anything like that! Not if she wants Daddy to keep his job! She's wrong!! Ricky and Randy are nice nice nice nice nice nice... uhhhh, nice... nice... smmmfff.. they're nice... Uuhhhh uhhhhh uuuhhh! Aauuwwwwwwhh... AAauuuuuwwwwhhhh!!

I haaaaaate Ricky and Randy! I realllly realllly haaaaaate them! But you can't tell anyone I said so, or Daddy will lose his job, and then we'll lose the house, and then me and Lisa will have to go live in a foster home away from Daddy, so please, pleaasse don't tell anyone I said anything or Ricky and Randy will tell their daddy to fire my daddy.

Ricky and Randy are the worst meanies I ever met, and I knew that before they came to my party, an I'm not tellin anything else. NNnooo, nooo, aaawwwww nooo. Please please don't ask me any more. If you wanna know what they did you'll have to ask them, but pleeeeease don't say I said so, pleeeeeeeasse.

What birthday party? Oh, Sheila's, that one. Wasn't sure which one you meant. What about it? There wasn't anything unusual about it. We made a bunch of girls strip and took pictures of them, then made them help us tie up and rape and torture Sheila and her sister, who are never gonna say anything about it to anyone, but surely that's nothing new, is it?

Of course we had to knock the old guy on the head, or he would have got in the way all night, but he lived, so who cares?

No problem, we'll tell you all about it... but not right now. We've been invited to Bob's party at Jeremy's today, and the entertainment is Karen, again, so we don't want to miss anything. Talk to you later, though, we promise!