Perverts 'R' Us

Tales of Melanie - Chapter 1

By Scottyluv ( M/g, M/g/g, cons, rom, inc )

Melanie, Brian, and the Woman

Sitting on an old box of clothes in the living room closet, the woman peered out through the small crack in the door, her head cocked, listening to the conversation between her boyfriend and her young daughter. A bottle of Jim Beam lay at her feet. Every now and then she would take a swallow, carefully tipping the bottle so the dark, amber liquid didn't gurgle, thus giving away her position. She was supposed to stay sober tonight to watch her plan unfold, but as she was going over some last-minute strategies, that old, familiar craving set in, so when she heard Brian ring the doorbell, she snatched the half-gallon bottle from the freezer and hurried into the closet. She had to be absolutely sure about him before making up her mind.

She put her eye back to the opening and looked back out into the living room. Amidst the clutter; clothes strewn on the floor, magazines piled high and dust in the corners, her daughter Melanie sat on the grime-stained couch with Brian, the woman's current boyfriend - or lover -or whatever the hell he was supposed to be called. They sat sideways, facing each other, Melanie's long, strawberry-blond hair pulled loosely to each side in pig-tails, framing a smallish, elven face sprinkled with freckles. Her crystalline blue eyes sat above a small, upturned nose and full lips now in movement as she talked to Brian. The woman's heart ached as she thought of any man molesting her little angel because Melanie was her only reason for living, and must be protected at all costs.

Truth was, after Melanie's biological father found out that the woman was pregnant and then left her eleven and a half years ago, she had sworn off men altogether. Typical of a man, she thought, knock a girl up and take off, leaving her with the mortgage on this shitty little house and a stack of bills. But after almost twelve years of working her ass off in that greasy, all-night diner, and then coming home to laundry and cooking (not that she did much of that anymore), she was ready to let some guy bring home the bacon and let her get some rest for a change - even if she did have to pretend to enjoy sex with him. She took another swallow and thought about the day she met Brian, almost a year ago.

It was a balmy Saturday afternoon in April and having that night off from work was a godsend. She usually worked the graveyard shift and regretted having to leave Melanie home alone at night by herself but they couldn't afford a babysitter and Melanie was old enough to understand to keep the door locked and not let anyone in. After returning from the liquor store that day, the woman looked forward to stretching out on the recliner with her fresh bottle and the remote control. As soon as she got in the door, however, Melanie begged to take her to the park. She hated to go anywhere and seldom spent time with her daughter although she loved her deeply and knew that she could - and should - be a better mother. She finally gave in to Melanie's pleadings and after mixing a strong, tall drink they walked the two blocks over to the city park.

They settled onto a comfortable bench and almost immediately Melanie spotted two little girls and a boy over by the stream with a man who looked to be about forty. The children were laughing and screaming with delight as the man took each in turn and swung them around and around. The man gave them each about two turns and then must have been tuckered out because he sat down heavily on the grass and said something about needing a break. The kids, however, weren't about to let the fun end so soon. The smallest of the girls, giggling madly, swung her legs over the man's shoulders and demanded a ride. The other girl and the boy joined in and sat on his legs and screamed "Giddy-up!" over and over.

Finally, the man let out a great big growl, turned over to his knees, and - letting the kids fall to the ground - straightened up in jerky motions. They screamed in mock terror as the man arched his back and thrust his arms out; a parody of Frankenstein's monster.

"YOU HAVE AWAKENED THE BEAST!!" he roared.

Suddenly, the children were running toward Melanie and her mom with the "monster" staggering along behind them. They ran and hid behind the bench and the boy, a cutie-pie who looked to be about 11 or 12 said, "You guys better run for your lives, the BEAST is coming!"

"The BEAST! The BEAST!" the small girl echoed.

The woman took all this in with slight amusement but when she looked at her daughter, realized that she too, wanted to join the game. She gave her daughter a slight nod and that's all it took. Melanie screamed and ran around the bench with the other kids. When the "beast" got closer, the kids took off screaming in the direction of the swings.

It was only then that Brian realized that he was not the only adult around and after one more ferocious growl toward the children he turned toward the woman - slightly embarrassed - and asked if he could sit.

Back in the closet, she took another pull from the bottle and remembered getting to know him a little that day. Although she wasn't looking for a man in her life, he wasn't a bad-looking guy, really, as far as men go. Sitting next to her she guessed his age to be around 42 or 43, about 5' 11" with a narrow build. He had kind, brown eyes and an easy smile that allayed her apprehension at talking to a stranger; not the easiest task with her.

They sat and talked for a good hour, watching the children play. He was an electrician, made real good money (this was what sparked her interest), and had just moved back into town after a long, out-of-state project. She had asked him about his children and he told her that they were not his but his brother's kids and that he was babysitting for the weekend. This news brought a sudden, sharp and horrible memory from her childhood concerning her own uncle and the terrible, perverted things that he had done to her when they were left alone. It was for this very reason that she was here now, in the closet, spying on him and waiting for her daughter to set the trap that they had so cleverly devised.

Over the past year, the woman saw Brian more often and on several occasions he invited her to his brother David's house where, she found out, he was staying temporarily. Melanie got along well with the children and when they visited, the kids would play for hours together in the basement. David's wife Christine, a petite little blonde with a mane of golden, curly hair, was a good hostess, seemed friendly enough, and made the woman feel at home.

In fact, David had a well-stocked bar and Christine would keep the drinks coming without the usual bullshit comments like, "Haven't you had enough?" or, "Don't you have to work tonight?" This in itself kept the woman agreeable to visiting as often as she did.

What she couldn't understand, however, was that Christine didn't seem concerned that Brian played so intimately with the kids. It was Uncle Brian, and not the parents, who went up and read the bedtime stories and it was Uncle Brian who went in and helped bathe the girls. On one occasion, the woman was flabbergasted when, just after dinner, Christine told Amber, her youngest one, that if she were to clean up her room and put away all her toys like a good little girl, then she could sleep with Uncle Brian tonight in his bed! Little Amber scampered off excitedly on her mission as the other children objected like most siblings often will:

"Hey, I thought it was my turn!" from Mathew, the twelve-year-old boy.

"MOM! You said that I could be next", the adorable nine-year-old Ashley whined.

This disturbed her greatly, and gave her many doubts about the man she was dating. She didn't care if the man was a millionaire, he would never sleep in the same bed with Melanie. She was hesitant to voice her concerns, however, as this whole family seemed to consider the behavior as normal - wholesome, even.

Melanie was also quite taken with Brian. "When's Brian coming over - is he coming tonight?" she would ask constantly. When he did come to visit, Melanie would climb all over him and they would tickle each other and wrestle around on the floor until the woman told them to stop. One night, when the woman found Melanie comfortably nestled in Brian's lap on - of all things - the love seat, she cried "NO!" and pulled Melanie off and shoved her over to the other chair.

Because of her deep-seated fears regarding her own childhood, she was determined to put a stop to any physical intimacy before it got started, no matter how innocent it seemed. But she knew that at some point she was going to have to trust Brian if she allowed him to move in, (they had discussed this possibility over the last month or so) and there would be times when Brian and Melanie would be left alone. Although she wanted the comfort of an extra income and a good father-figure for Melanie, she absolutely had to find out if he was a pervert. The only way to know for sure was the little act that Melanie was about to perform.

It took the woman almost an hour to convince Melanie to go along with her plan, and it was only after the woman promised her that Brian would come and live with them if he passed the test, that she readily agreed. But once on board, little Melanie was up for the challenge and even came up with some clever ideas of her own.

The whiskey was making her head swim and she almost dropped the bottle which would have blown the whole thing. She peered out again and strained to hear the conversation....

Brian asked, "Where is your mother, anyway?"

"Oh, she's in bed asleep, I guess she was tired--but you don't have to go!" she added.

"Well, it is getting late, and it's probably past your bedtime."

"Hey, I know! Maybe you could tuck me in and read me a bedtime story like you do with the other kids!"

"I don't know sweetie, your a lot older than they are and plus, your mother wouldn't like it"

"I won't tell, I promise! And she won't get up, either!" Melanie pleaded.

"That's not the point, is it" Brian answered sternly, "If your mother doesn't approve then neither do I."

At this point, the woman was feeling a little hope; maybe he was an honest guy after all. But the best was yet to come; if he didn't crack after this, he never would, and she could finally be at ease with him around her daughter. She took another sip and realized that the bottle was almost gone. She was feeling very sleepy so she shook her head to clear it and listened...

"Can I ask you a question, Brian?"

"Shoot"

"Well, when you give the other girls a bath, do you. I mean, um, do you wash their privates?"

"Melanie, why do--"

"I mean, I just want to know, that's all. I won't say anything to anybody, it just seems like if you did then it would feel really, really good and they would like it a lot!" she blurted out.

"Melanie! I--"

"Would you give me a bath and wash my privates Brian...pleeeeease? I won't ever tell anybody - ever! I promise!" With this she got up on her knees and put her arms around Brian's neck. Her little sleeveless vest adorned with hearts and bears had come mysteriously open and revealed her budding breasts with small, hard nipples standing straight out.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" he shoved her back down on the couch, quickly buttoning her up and stood up, pacing. "You listen to me young lady, I don't ever want to hear you talk like that again; with me or any man for that matter. You are much too young for that behavior. I want to come into this family as your Dad, not your boyfriend. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

Melanie started to sob, with tears coming down her cheeks, "Yeah. I understand."

"And furthermore," Brian started, "I think--"

"KA-THUNK"

They both heard the sound from the closet; the sound of a bottle hitting the floor. Brian stopped instantly and turned his head. Melanie covered her growing smile with her hand. Out of the silence grew a soft, rhythmic snore. Melanie giggled and Brian shushed her. He stepped closer to the closet and sure enough, the snoring was strong and steady and they both knew she had passed out. They both let out a big sigh.

"It's about time!" Melanie said, "I thought we'd have to put on that act all night!" When Brian looked back at her, she was lying back on the couch, beckoning him seductively with her finger. She had pulled the sides of her vest back open, her cute little breasts fully exposed with her golden hair cascading down around her shoulders. The sight of her partially nude never failed to elicit a response from him and tonight was no exception. A noticeable bulge formed in his pants and she looked down at it and smiled. Brian tiptoed over and sat next to her. She took his hands and placed them on her chest as she reached for his zipper.

"Stop!" he hissed, "What if she wakes up?"

"She won't wake up," Melanie said as she pulled his "big hard thing" out of his pants.

"I know, cuz she drank that whole bottle. She won't be awake until tomorrow!"

"Do you think she believed us?" Brian breathed, feeling his cock grow even more in her experienced little hands.

"I know she did - I mean, I almost believed you!" she giggled, stroking him.

Brian leaned down and cupping her face with one hand, gave her a long, passionate kiss. His other hand found the area between her legs and he stroked her swollen little pussy through the fabric of her shorts, feeling the heat of her. She responded by hugging him tight and swinging up on his lap, wrapping her legs around his midsection, trapping his throbbing erection between his belly and her crotch. When they finally broke the kiss, he glanced toward the closet and whispered, "Now what do we do?"

A devilish grin spread over Melanie's face as she reached down and pulled her spandex shorts down just below her perfect, hairless pussy.

"I think I need a bath, Uncle Brian. My privates are very, very dirty!"

They both giggled as he carried her up the stairs.

Chapter 2 - Brian and the Girls

When they got upstairs, Brian paused at the bathroom door.

"Do you really want to take a bath, my love?" he asked.

"Nope, I wanna go in the bedroom and get naked. Both of us!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, you do, do ya? Well, I think you need some ticklin' first." He held her with one arm and started to tickle her, first in the belly then working his way down between her legs and around her butt. She squealed with delight and squirmed around, almost causing him to drop her.

"Oops, we better hurry. I don't want my princess to fall down and go boom," he teased. As he carried her down the hall, she managed to pull her shorts and panties the rest of the way off and let them drop on the threshold of her bedroom. He entered the room and placed her gently down on the "Winnie the Pooh" comforter that covered the bed. When he started to rise, she held on to his neck, keeping him within kissing distance, looking into his eyes. He noticed that her eyes had a dreamy quality about them, almost as if she were drugged, and looked at him with tenderness and affection.

"Brian?"

"Yeah, honey?"

"Can I ask you a question? A serious, grown-up question?"

"Uh--sure, but, if it's that serious, I wanna do something first, OK?"

"Ok."

He gently released himself from her grip, stood up and started to get undressed. Sport coat, shirt, shoes, belt, and then, when he removed his pants, he had to hop around on one foot and almost fell into the night stand. Melanie giggled at this but never broke eye contact. She lay naked on her back and watched him undress. She had her index finger poked into the side of her mouth and her legs were partly askew, heedless of the electric sensuality her pose conveyed. When he was finally down to his briefs, he climbed into bed beside her and lay on his left side. He reached over and pulled her into his arms. Melanie wiggled up as close as she could, working her right arm under his neck and pulling his face close to hers until they were touching foreheads; nose-to-nose, eyes and lips a few centimeters apart. She draped her free leg over his hip and stroked his face with her hand.

"Now, what's this big question?" he whispered. He had never seen her so pensive.

"Brian, do you love me?" Her breath smelled of candy; Gummy Bears, maybe.

"Sure, honey, of course I do," he answered automatically.

She sensed this, so she asked, "No, I mean...do you really, really love me, like a girlfriend?"

He blinked. His heart hammered in his chest as he gazed into her wide, blue eyes. An immediate and vivid memory flashed through his brain of a telephone call he received about a month ago. An out-of-town friend had called and after shooting-the-shit for a few minutes, the man had asked him if he had "met anybody."

When Brian answered "Well, as a matter of fact, I have," it wasn't the woman's face that flashed in his mind - but the face of her daughter - the perfect, angelic face of Melanie. Melanie's smile, Melanie's laugh, the scent of her hair, and the taste of her lips. He thought about her constantly; at work; at his brother David's; and certainly when alone with the woman. In fact, he realized, in the last few months all his day-to-day plans revolved around ways to see Melanie. Oh, he had admitted to himself long ago that he was a perv and liked the sexual attention of young little things, but this was different. He had never in his life become attached to anybody as he had to Melanie. He had even feigned this great romantic interest in her mother just to be near her. And as discomforting as that was, his little eleven-year-old Melanie was worth it. She waited for an answer.

"Melanie, I have never loved a girl or a woman or anybody as much as I love you. I think about you all the time. You're not only the most beautiful girl I know, you're smart and funny, you make me laugh all the time and I have so much fun with you. If people would let us, I would marry you tomorrow. But you know what we talked about and what would happen to me if anyone found out about us and the things that we do. The answer to your question, though, is yes. YES! I love you and would be proud to have you as my girlfriend. In my heart you will always be my girlfriend and as soon as you're a little older, I will tell everyone how much I love my Melanie!"

He finally took a breath and noticed the tear running down her face. He cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed the tear away. "What's the matter, honey? Why are you crying?"

"Oh Brian! I'm so happy! I love you, too. I love you so MUCH!"

With this she grabbed the back of his head and mashed her mouth against his. The force of her kiss caused him to roll over onto his back. She climbed on top of him, never breaking contact, and opened her mouth, thrusting her sweet tongue against his, then rolling it around and around like a woman possessed.

The effect was immediate. He encircled her lithe little body with his arms and stroked her back underneath her vest, which was still unbuttoned, but trapped between their bodies. Suddenly, she released one arm from him and thrust it out behind her. He took her cue and worked the vest down off her arm. She continued kissing him while she did the same with the other arm, then flinging the garment to the floor. Now unencumbered, she flattened out slightly, allowing her breasts to rub back and forth along his chest hair. She sighed and he could feel her nipples stiffen against his chest. His cock promptly doubled in size and he attempted to lower his briefs. After a few tries, Melanie separated from him and let out a grunt of frustration. She back-peddled on her knees, hooked her fingers around the waistband of his shorts and ripped them from his body. She was about to resume her attack when she stopped short, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"The stuff! We forgot the gooshy stuff!" Off she bounced to the floor and then up under the bed where she fished around for a few seconds. A sound of triumph from below and soon she re-appeared holding a giant tube of K/Y Jelly above her head like a newly-won trophy. She un-capped the tube and then scampered back onto the bed. Squirting a small ocean of goo on her hand, she reached for his cock, smearing the lubricant up and down his shaft. His cock twitched and jerked in her hands. She smiled at the reaction and moved her hands faster; first up and down, then rolling the palm of her hand over the swollen head.

He gasped. She giggled. Then unexpectedly her manipulations slowed as another thoughtful expression crossed her features. Her brow furrowed as she continued to stroke him, and he could foresee another question brewing. He didn't have to wait long.

"Brian?" she continued to concentrate on her work like a potter with clay.

"Hmm?"

"I love you and you love me, right?"

"Right."

She tilted her head and looked at him right in the eye, "Then why can't we do it?"

"Do it?" The abrupt change in pace had confused him and he thought she meant marriage.

"You know, go all the way. Have real sex, like, put your thing all the way up inside me."

Hearing that made his cock jump and resume its previous state of rigidity. She noticed this and snickered.

"Seeeee! You DO want to do it with me. I KNEW IT!! Pleeease. Can we, huh? Pleeeease?"

He couldn't believe she was begging him to fuck her. Up until this point, they hadn't yet gone "all the way" as she put it. Oh, they had plenty of oral sex and mutual masturbation. From the very beginning she was an enthusiastic little student, and at ten years old, eager to learn all the different ways to please him. Especially after the first time he licked her pussy. It took about a minute-and-a-half to bring her to orgasm and as soon as her body stopped shaking and she was able to speak, she asked him if that's what it felt like for him when he "squirted his juice."

"WOW! We gotta do that again! Lots more times!"

He smiled at the memory and thought about how it all started...

It was just the beginning of summer, a couple of months into his "relationship" with Melanie's mother and he had invited them over to David's house so the kids could play and she could drink to her heart's content. It was the first time Christine had asked him to bathe the girls in front of the woman. He could see her shocked reaction, but nonetheless, he went in to the kitchen and called Ashley and Amber upstairs from the basement where they were playing some sort of game with Mathew and Melanie.

Unlike most kids who object to being put to bed, especially when other kids were around, the two girls appeared at the basement door almost immediately.

"Are you giving us our bath tonight, Uncle Brian?" Ashley asked, with a sparkle in her eye.

"And tucking us in, too?" Amber inquired, holding Brian's hand.

"You betcha! Now get up those stairs and get naked and I want you in that bathtub in two minutes!" The girls laughed and screamed and took the steps two at a time.

Brian went back to the living room and excused himself, saying he had to "pay his rent" by performing his Uncle's duty and should be back shortly.

"Oh, take your time," Christine stood. "We were just about to have another drink, weren't we?" The woman slammed down the rest of her whiskey, handing Christine the glass. "Oh, sure, perfect timing."

As Brian turned to go, Christine flashed him a wicked smile and whispered, "Don't forget to tuck your shirt in this time, lover boy." and gave him a wink. Brian hurried up the stairs remembering that the last time he put the kids to bed, he had returned to the living room with his shirttail hanging out.

The girls were in the tub as promised, running the water and waiting expectantly. Ashley, a nine-year-old beauty with long, dark hair, her bangs cut straight across the brow, rested enticingly against the back of the tub, one pudgy leg draped over the side. Her breasts, rising about an inch beyond her chest, sported large areolas topped with pencil-eraser nipples. At the waterline, Brian eyed the girls puffy, hairless slit, already swollen in anticipation of her "bath."

"You have to wash me first, cuz I'm the oldest." Ashley commanded.

"NO, me! I'm dirtier than her. I'm the dirtiest little girl in the whole, wide world!" seven-year-old Amber pointed out.

To himself, Brian agreed, but he said, "Now girls, you know I can't do both of you at the same time so, c'mon, do it like we always do.

They played "Rock-Paper-Scissors" until it was determined that Amber would go first. Brian soaped up the wash cloth and started gently on the little girl's back. He moved her shoulder-length blond curls away from her neck and soaped little circles along her spine. Ashley just watched.

"You gotta wash my privates, Uncle Brian. They're reeeeally dirty!" Amber grabbed his hand and tried to move it around in that direction.

"Have some patience, sweet-pea, I'll get there." He moved back to her shoulders and washed down each arm. He took his time with her entire body until he finally got to the crevice between her legs.

"You want me to use the wash cloth or not?" Brian paused, his hand on her silken thigh.

"NOT! I like just your fingers much better!"

Brian moved his hand up her thigh until his fingertips rested on her chubby, little mound. He caressed the smooth skin for a minute until Amber sighed, saying, "You gotta clean it inside, too, Uncle Brian."

Not one to disobey orders, Brian placed his index finger along the slit, rocking it back and forth until it was buried in the folds of her crevice; his fingertip resting on the small opening of her hole. He penetrated slightly, and then pulled back. When he started sliding it up and down, Amber reclined back, raising her pelvis to meet his hand and rested her elbows on the bottom of the tub. At this point, she was facing Ashley, her head under the spigot and her feet just between her older sister's thighs.

"Oh, Uncle Brian! That feels sooo good." Amber rocked her hips.

He increased his rhythm, running his finger from the bottom of her slit, rotating the tip around her opening for a second before sliding up to her little nub. There, he would make circles until she let out a little yelp.

"OOoh, Please don't stop...Please. OOOOhh." Her head hung back, eyes closed, hair trailing in the water. Her hips bucked.

Brian noticed movement to his left. He looked and what he saw almost made his heart stop. Ashley had gripped her little sister's foot and had buried the big toe into her pussy. She plunged it in and out furiously, moaning, her head rocking back to the tile wall. So preoccupied with the sensations she was feeling, she never noticed Brian looking at her. Neither did Amber notice her foot being used as a sex toy. Brian's bulging cock strained against his pants wickedly. He continued Amber's 'cleaning', leering at Ashley.

* * *

Outside the bathroom door, Melanie listened to the voices. Although the door was slightly ajar, she couldn't see what was going on. She had sneaked upstairs to ask Brian a question when she heard the strange conversation beyond the door.

"Washing their privates? That sounded naughty, but the little girl Amber seemed to really like it." The more Melanie listened, the more she felt a strange, achy feeling between her legs; a tingly feeling she had never felt. Just then, she saw movement through the crack. The mirror! She could see their reflections in the mirror above the sink!

She peered closer and saw Brian's hand moving on Amber's private area. The girl had her hips in the air and was rocking them back and forth!

Strange.

But the more she watched, the more that funny feeling between her legs grew. Without even realizing it, Melanie's own hand crept down the front of her pants and found that secret area between her legs.

Inside, she saw that Ashley, too, was moaning, and something below the edge of the tub was making her feel good. She wasn't quite sure, but it looked like she had a hold of her sister's foot and was rubbing it up and down and in and out of her cootie!

WOW!

By this time, she realized that she was rubbing herself "down there" and that she had peed her pants. She snatched her hand out and felt the wetness on her fingers. It didn't feel like pee, though. She held her fingers up to her nose and sniffed. Nope, not pee. She took a tentative lick and tasted the stuff. Then she stuck the two fingers entirely into her mouth and sucked off the remaining juices before placing them back down below her waist band. She resumed her vigil.

Now the movements and sounds of the girls had increased to a fever pitch. Brian alternated his free hand from Amber's tight, round bottom to Ashley's small, firm titties.

This seemed to feel even better to the girls so Melanie mimicked his actions, first reaching up under her shirt, then to the back of her pants, stretching her fingers down and fingering the rosebud, all the while working her little cootie.

She hadn't noticed that as her pants inched down her hips, the cuffs had gathered around her ankles and onto the floor. When she next leaned forward to see the action, her foot got tangled in the cuffs and she crashed into and through the door, landing right on the bathroom floor!

Amber screamed. Ashley yelped. Brian jumped up and spun around, his heart beating a staccato in his chest. The only sound now was the tinkle of water from the tub.

Melanie lay there on the tiles, face down, one arm down the front of her pants, the other down the back. The waistband of her pants were stretched tightly over her hips, making it difficult to remove her hands. She struggled to get up, but to no avail. She started to cry.

Brian looked down at Melanie, shocked at the sight of this beautiful girl on the floor, wondering what she had been doing outside the door with her hands down her pants. His mind raced with possibilities.

He finally came to his senses and leaned down to help her.

"C'mon, honey." Brian helped remove her arms and got her to her feet, pulling her pants up and straightening her shirt.

"I'm..I'm suh..sorry." she managed between sobs.

"It's okay, sweetie, we're not mad at you, are we?" He looked over at the girls who were watching Melanie warily, unsure about the situation, although they agreed, shaking their heads in unison.

"We're not mad but, can you tell us what you saw?" He placed his hands gently on her shoulders.

She looked at the floor, her face a deep crimson. He had a feeling she saw enough. Enough to get him into hot water should she tell her mother or anyone at school. But then there was the matter of her where her hands were when she fell. He had an idea.

"Hey, let's make a little deal, alright? We won't tell anybody about your pants being down if you don't tell anybody about what we were doing, OK?"

He turned his head toward the tub. "Girls? Are we gonna say anything?"

Ashley, being the elder, promised their silence.

Amber climbed right out of the tub, walked up to her and held her hand. She looked solemnly up at Melanie and said, "It's OK if you were playin' with your privates. Me and Ashley do it all the time. Watch." Amber reached down and gave her pussy a few strokes to prove her point.

"Yeah, we really do. It's just much better when Uncle Brian does it," Ashley added.

"Much, much, MUCH better!" Amber held her arms wide to show how much better. This earned a smile from Melanie and everyone relaxed.

Nothing more was said that night. Brian dropped off Melanie and her mother at the house and promised them he would see them tomorrow. When Melanie finally got into bed and thought about all that happened in the bathroom, she once again explored her private area with her fingers. But as she closed her eyes and let those feelings build, it was Brian's finger that she imagined sliding up and down on her cunny, making it feel sooo good.

End of Chapter 2

Next week: Melanie sees her first cock; Christne welcomes Brian.