THE VALLEY

BY ROLAND DEWINTER

[ part 1 ]

I think my sister Claire probably always knew about my “inclination” towards young girls and towards bondage. She was quite a bit older than me, but lived at home for quite a while and I know she saw me playing tie-up games with friends. Perhaps she saw in me the desires which would take over my life when I grew up. Anyway, she married Robert and they moved away, right on the other side of the country, so I didn’t see much of her, or her family. She and Robert had kids quite quickly, first Jenny, then the twins Tanya and Chrissie. I next heard from her many years after that, when I was in my mid 20s. I was going through a bad time because of my desires. Getting hold of material to satisfy my needs was dangerous and the thought of actually carrying out some of my fantasies really frightened me sometimes. Even walking past a schoolyard, as I did on my way to work every day, was torture. I could see little girls running around at play and in my mind’s eye they were naked and helpless at my feet. Then Claire’s letter came, out of the blue.

It seems she and Robert were planning a lengthy trip to visit his family in New Zealand. They would be out of the country for at least 3 months over the summer and they wanted me to house-sit and look after the girls. I tried to work out their ages, Jenny would be about 11 or 12 and the twins about 18 months younger. I didn’t hesitate. Claire was willing to pay me for the summer and it added up to much more than my dead-end job and I knew their house was pretty luxurious. Add to that the chance (as I saw it) of being near some pre-pubescent girls who might be a bit lax about what they wore or showed off in the family home and it seemed just perfect. I grabbed for a piece of paper and a pen.

A week later I was in Robert’s car as he drove me from the train station back to their house. We were passing through a thickly wooded valley. He glanced across and saw me looking around, rather puzzled by the surroundings. “Claire and I found a house here a couple of years ago. It’s pretty exclusive, they don’t let just anyone move here. There are more houses around here than you’d think, but they each have plenty of space and the trees give a lot of privacy.” A few minutes later we pulled off the road and up to a fantastic large house set in among the trees.

“Go right in,” said Robert, “the girls are dying to meet you. I’ll bring the luggage.” I walked up to the door, but before I got there it was flung open and a riot of noise and movement in the form of three girls came flying out and wrapped their arms round me.

“Hello, Uncle John,” they shouted and I was delighted at the sensation of small female bodies pressed against me. After a few moments of chaos they detached themselves and stood breathlessly to one side as their mother came out and gave me a peck on the cheek.

“Hello, John dear,” she said. “What do you think of your nieces?” I took a moment to look at the girls more closely. The eldest, Jenny, was a pretty blonde with shoulder-length hair. I knew she was 12 years old and she was showing obvious signs of developing womanhood. Despite her childish clothes, a pink T-shirt and shorts, I could see that she had small but well-formed breasts and her hips were beginning to widen. The other two, the twins, were 10 years old with short brown hair and obviously less mature. They were shorter than Jenny, although all three were fairly small for their ages, and they had no sign of breast development at all. “They’re very pretty,” I said, smiling at them.

The next couple of hours went in a whirl. Claire and Robert were leaving later that day and had to go through all the details with me about how to look after the house. The girls stayed mostly out of the way and only came downstairs from their rooms to say goodbye to their parents, then disappeared again. After Claire and Robert had gone I wandered into the living room and sat down to watch TV. There was only some cartoon on and I was about to switch it off when Jenny came in.

“Don’t turn it off, Uncle John,” she said, “that’s my favourite,” and she promptly sat down on my lap, put an arm round my shoulder and leaned back against me to watch the show. For the next few minutes the last thing on my mind was watching the cartoon. I had a lap full of soft young girl who kept wriggling with laughter whenever anything funny happened on screen. I could feel my cock getting harder each time her buttocks rubbed against it and I was sure she would soon notice. Eventually the cartoon finished and turning to me she said “We’re really glad you’ve come to look after us, Uncle John. I just know we’re going to have lots of fun together.” And with that she jumped off my lap and ran off to her room. Was it my imagination or did she have a slightly naughty grin on her face? Glancing back as she left the room, she must have seen the bulge in my shorts!

I managed to put together a meal with sandwiches, crisps and coke (although I’d promised Claire that I would feed the girls properly). They all came down from their rooms, ate the meal with very little chat and disappeared again immediately after. I sat and watched TV, but eventually I realised it was getting late and I ought to check that they were in bed. I went upstairs and along the corridor to the twins’ bedroom first. I walked straight in without knocking, in the hope of seeing something interesting and I wasn’t disappointed. They were each lying on their own, separate beds reading comics, but it was what they were wearing that amazed me. They had on identical baby-doll nighties, very short and completely see-through. Underneath they wore tiny pink pants, nothing more than a thong with a little triangle of material which barely covered their pussies. I knew I was staring, but I didn’t care what they thought. Then I realised I’d better say something.

“I er.. came to say goodnight, girls.”

“Goodnight, Uncle John,” said Chrissie, demurely. “Goodnight,” said Tanya, “oh, and don’t forget to go in and see Jenny. She said she had something special for you.” Chrissie gave a little splutter of stifled laughter as I turned away, but when I looked back both girls were quietly getting into their beds.

I walked down the corridor and came to the door of Jenny’s room and pushed it open without knocking. I admit I was hoping to catch her in a revealing pose, but what met my eyes totally took my breath away. Jenny was lying spread-eagled on the bed, her arms and legs stretched out in the shape of an X and tied with ropes to the four corners. She was completely naked, blindfolded and gagged.