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> 480kb->Clayton's Children - The Babysitter (Mggg, cons, inc)
>
> By Clayton or <clayton@nym.alias.net>
>
> Copyright (c) Clayton 1997. Permission is given to freely distribute
> this document electronically, providing the entire document is
> preserved intact and no monies, beyond normal board or site
> membership charges, are charged for its distribution. (Ken Nestle,
> this means you.)
>
> Warning: This story contains descriptions of sex between an adult
> male and preteen children. If this is not your cup of tea stop
> reading now.
>
> Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No illegal activity described
> herein was carried out, this document details fantasies that took
> place late at night when I was alone in bed. I firmly believe that
> no fifteen minutes of pleasure is worth the innocence of a child.
> Besides, I derive much pleasure from the company of children, playing
> with them or simply watching them at play, I am not going to risk
> this for any momentarily heightened sense of pleasure.
>
> If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got to tell
> you to go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense says you're going to
> ignore me, so don't blame me if you go blind, your parents find you
> in possession of this document or your cum causes your space bar to
> stop working.
>
> If this type of material is illegal in your city, state, country,
> then see above, substituting "law enforcement agency" in place of
> "parents".
>
> If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right, or any
> other such control group then read on, my aim is to offend you as
> much as possible. People like you who would force others to fit your
> narrow minded little world views are a blight upon the landscape. My
> personal philosophy is that of "Rational Anarchy" ie. anyone should
> feel free to do as they please such that their actions do not
> adversely impact on the lives of others.
>
> Introduction: Primus - The origin of the title: Over the years I have
> found myself looking after a large number of children, many of whom
> have at one time or another developed severe crushes on me. As time
> went by I discovered that I enjoyed their company more and more,
> often I found myself with them, discussing the intricacies of the
> transformers, comparing various superheros against one and other, and
> spending less time with their parents. Finally someone remarked that
> the children might as well be mine. And so my Clayton's children
> came to be, "The child you're having when you're not having a child."
>
> Secundus - This is a story of make believe, it describes what might
> have been in a very different world. If you feel an uncontrollable
> desire to carry out the activities described in this type of story,
> then stop reading now and seek professional help.
>
> Tertius - You might find this story to be a little long winded for
> your tastes and too much prose separating the 'Rumpety, Pumpety'.
> Well too bad, I'm starting to get just a little sick of those stories
> in which the narrator has their partner undressed by the third
> paragraph, has them orgasming in the fifth and is working on their
> second encounter or their next partner by the tenth.
>
> Quatrius - I hope you find my choice of phrasing to be an improvement
> over some recent stories that I have seen in the newsgroups, these
> stories appear to have been written either cut and paste or by an AI.
> If the former then shame on you and if the latter then I commend you
> and urge you to improve your algorithm to include more descriptive
> phrases and less repetition.
>
>
>
> Clayton's Children - The Babysitter
>
>
> Chapter 1 - Shanghaied
>
> "Hey Greg!" my mate, CJ call's from across the room, "Are you doing
> anything this afternoon?"
>
> "No, why?" as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them.
>
> "Good, you can give me a lift over to the ex's." he says and I groan.
>
> "Why can't you catch the bloody bus?" I grumble half heartedly.
>
> "What do you think I keep you for?" He grins back at me through his
> bushy beard. "Besides, there's a couple of cones in it for you." he
> continues, waving a baggie beside his ear.
>
> "You've talked me into it." I grin back, "When do you want to leave?"
>
> "Oh, in about four or five cones." he replies, retrieving the
> scissors from under the cushion of his chair. He pulls the old
> speaker, that we use for a table, between his legs and grabs the bowl
> and bong from inside the enclosure.
>
> "Here, dry these." he says, tossing a couple of cigarettes in my
> direction.
>
> I catch one as it passes my ear, and pick up the other from between
> my legs as he starts to cut up the stick. I run the cigarettes
> through a lighter flame, driving off all the excess moisture. When
> I'm done, I lean over and lay them on top of the speaker, next to the
> bowl and sit back to wait for CJ to finish.
>
> A little later, he picks them up and crumbles them into the bowl,
> mixing the finely chopped green into tobacco. He quickly packs the
> cone and setting his lips to the neck of the bong, lights it and
> pulls the sweet smoke deep into his lungs. Then while holding the
> smoke in, he packs the cone again and passes it to me.
>
> "Thanks." I say and light up, pulling hard to clear a seed that
> blocks the stem.
>
> I hand the bong back to CJ and lean back in the chair, savouring the
> sensation, as the smoke does its work and my head starts to spin.
> "Good stuff." I gasp.
>
> "Is there any other kind?" he says as he packs the cone. Waving the
> bong in the direction of the door, he asks, "Should we?"
>
> I wrinkle my nose, "I guess we'd better."
>
> "Danny," he cries in a breathy whisper, "Danny, ... Danny." He waits
> a few seconds, "I called him. You heard me, didn't you?"
>
> "Yes." I assent and he lifts the bong to his lips.
>
> Then just as he's about to light up, the door opens and Danny sticks
> his ugly face through the door. "Must be my pipe." he says, coming
> in and closing the door behind him. "You two are bastards, you know?
> You come into my house and you use my smoking room and my bong.
> Who's cigarettes did you use?" he asks, then catching the half grin
> on CJ's face, he goes on, "And my bloody cigarettes too."
>
> "We called." CJ objects, "Didn't we Greg?"
>
> "Yes." I agree solemnly.
>
> "Yeah right. Give me that fucking bong." Danny snatches it from
> CJ's hand. "And get out of my fucking chair."
>
> CJ relinquishes his place and pulls the speaker over to a new seat in
> the least comfortable chair in the room. Danny sits down and
> snatches the proffered lighter from my hand. He lights the bong and
> punches it, before throwing the lighter back at me, hard enough to
> sting, when it impacts in my palm.
>
> Over the next twenty minutes or so, we polish off the mix and move
> out into the lounge to listen to a little Hawkwind. No sooner do I
> take my seat, than a semi-guided organic missile leaves its place in
> front of the television and launches itself into my lap.
>
> Sandy's feet come perilously close to the family jewels, as she
> stands up and entangles both of her chubby fists in my beard. With a
> quick jerk, she pulls my head forwards and playfully snaps at my
> nose. On the third snap, her forehead impacts painfully against mine
> and I jerk backwards, grimacing as her hands in my beard pull me up
> short.
>
> She giggles as I rub my forehead with one hand and extricate her
> fingers from my beard with the other. I then proceed to make
> munching noises as I pull her tiny fists to my mouth.
>
> Shrieking, she pulls her fists from my grasp and plumps down into my
> lap, her nappy thankfully lessening the impact. She then extends a
> single finger towards me. I snap at it and she jerks it back with a
> painfully shrill, shrieking giggle. Over and over again, I snap at
> her tiny finger, rewarded each time with another piercing shriek.
>
> Finally I trap her hand in mine and pull it to my mouth, easily
> taking the small fist between my teeth, where I proceed to give it a
> generous coating of spit.
>
> Danny and CJ laugh at her disgusted expression and when I release her
> hand, she jerks it back and wipes it on the front of her t-shirt. A
> few seconds later a look of concentration appears on her face and I
> feel a spreading dampness in my lap.
>
> Looking down, I see that the little minx has pulled the leg of her
> plastics to one side and her pee is seeping through her nappy to soak
> me. "Sandy!" I cry in and outraged tone.
>
> Her only response is to giggle and pull her nappy far enough aside to
> squirt the last few dribbles directly onto my crotch.
>
> By this time CJ and Danny have worked out what is going on and are
> laughing uproariously, Danny on the floor in front of his chair.
>
> "Here," I say, rising from my seat. Holding Sandy at arm's length, I
> move to stand in front of Danny, "She's your daughter."
>
> "Uh-uh," he returns with a grin, "it's your fault, you clean her up."
>
> Tucking the dripping toddler under my arm, I head for her bedroom,
> grabbing a wet cloth from the bathroom on the way. Once there, I
> strip her plastic pants off and drop them on the floor, beside the
> bucket and unfasten the pins, holding her nappy on. I drop the
> saturated square of cloth in the bucket and toss her, shrieking, onto
> the bed.
>
> As I kneel beside her bed, she seizes her toes in her fingers and
> presents her tiny pussy to me. I quickly wipe the outside of her
> slightly reddened vulva and her dimpled bottom clean with the cloth.
> I then use the fingers of my free hand to separate her baby labia.
>
> For a few seconds, I gaze at the glistening pink crevasse between
> them, marvelling at her tiny clitoris, the size of a grain of rice,
> hidden behind its hood. An inch lower down, the opening of her
> little vagina winks at me. I then slowly wipe the last traces of
> piss from between her plump pussy lips.
>
> She smiles at me, from between her knees, as I allow a fingertip to
> brush over her tiny clit and down the smooth valley separating her
> fat labia. Then as I use the cloth to unnecessarily clean the tiny
> pucker of her little pink anus, I wet the little finger of my other
> hand in my mouth and press the tip against her tiny vaginal opening,
> feeling it open up to accept me and clasp half of the first joint in
> an exquisite embrace.
>
> Dropping the cloth, I gently remove and reinsert my finger tip, while
> she makes little cooing giggles of pleasure. Inside my pants, my
> cock hardens, painfully confined within my tight jeans.
>
> Leaning forwards, I plant a wet kiss on her puffy labia and flick the
> tip of my tongue over her now hard little clit. Rising, I withdraw
> my finger and pop it into my mouth, savouring the sweet taste of her
> baby juices.
>
> Rising, I adjust my straining cock into a more comfortable position
> as I go and get a nappy from the hanger beside the door. When I turn
> back Sandy is rubbing her fingers back and forth over her tiny little
> clitoris, cooing with pleasure. For a few moments, I stand there,
> watching the beautiful, eighteen month old toddler happily
> masturbating.
>
> Dropping back to my knees, I lower my head and drool a small gob of
> spittle onto her busy fingers. Then wetting my finger, I once more
> insinuate the tip into the warm clasp of her tiny vagina, stopping
> when the tip reaches the thin membrane of her hymen.
>
> With short, quarter inch strokes, I gently finger fuck the little
> girl, the motions of her fat little fingers become faster and faster
> as she approaches her climax. Within thirty seconds, her cherubic
> face screws up in a grimace of ecstasy and I feel a rhythmic
> squeezing and relaxation as her tiny vagina contracts on the tip of
> my little finger.
>
> Gently extricating my finger from the sweet moistness of her young
> vagina, I lift it to her lips. She opens her mouth and eagerly
> accepts the proffered digit, contentedly suckling, long after all
> traces of her delicate juices are gone.
>
> I lower my face between her chubby thighs and apply my tongue to the
> tight pucker of her baby arsehole. She releases my finger with a
> cooing giggle as I slowly drag my tongue upwards over the tiny
> entrance to her vagina, tasting the sweet, delicate juices that seep
> from within. I give a final flick to her softening clitoris with the
> tip of my tongue and look up into her smiling face. Smiling back as
> she fights to keep her eyes open.
>
> Rising on shaky legs, I use a corner of the nappy to dry her sweet
> vulva. Then folding it, I slip it beneath her dimpled bottom and pin
> it in place. Slipping a clean pair of plastics on her, I lift her
> smiling, tired body into my arms. She throws her arms around my neck
> and holds her smiling face up to me, her lips pursed as she waits for
> me to kiss her.
>
> I deliver the kiss and she rests her head on my shoulder, snuggling
> her face into my neck. Within seconds, she is emitting tiny, little
> snores and I pull back the covers and lower her to the pillow.
> Pulling up the covers I kiss her flushed cheeks and look into her
> smiling face for a few seconds.
>
> I gather up her damp plastics and take them and the cloth through the
> kitchen to the laundry. On my return, I meet Angela, Sandy's mother,
> coming in through the front door and I rush to help her carry the
> shopping through to the kitchen.
>
> "Where's Sandy?" she asks, gazing down at the damp patch on my
> groin. "I see She's piddled on you again." she says with a grin.
>
> "Yeah, as a pay back for licking her hand." I grin back, "I just put
> her down for a nap." I say, waving a bag in the direction of the
> partially closed door to Sandy's bedroom.
>
> "I don't know how you do it." Angela says, shaking her head as she
> peers in on her somnolent daughter. "It takes me forever to get her
> settled."
>
> "Hammersthetic." I joke.
>
> "I can almost believe you." she says, "Where's Danny?"
>
> "In there with CJ." I say, indicating the closed door of the smoking
> room.
>
> "I might have known." She says, "He better have left some for me
> this time."
>
> Together, we enter the room and Angela takes a seat in Danny's lap as
> I drop into the chair beside CJ. He hands the bong to Angela, then
> takes only the cone when she extends it back towards him. Packing
> it, he drops it back into the stem and she smokes the second pipe.
>
> He then gives me two, which finishes off the mix. "Ok, lets go." he
> says to me, rising from his chair. "But you'd better get changed
> first."
>
> We say our goodbyes and head next door to my place, where I clean
> myself up and put on a fresh change of clothes. Grabbing my keys, we
> go out to my car and I follow his directions to his ex-girlfriend's
> house.
>
> Chapter 2 - Alison and Rene
>
> I pull up in front of a neat brick veneer. Though obviously built by
> the housing commission, it has a much more homey look and feel than
> many of the other, almost identical, houses in the street. Instead
> of a bare lawn, it sports a well-tended garden, that is a riot of
> color, and many young trees break up the stark lines of the house.
> The porch is a solid mass of greenery, with rank after rank of ferns
> and orchids almost totally obscuring the wrought iron rack that
> supports their pots. Hanging from the eaves, geraniums, maiden hair
> ferns and plants that I can not name, further serve to give the
> 'efficiently' designed house character.
>
> I see a curtain twitch in one of the windows as we make our way up
> the concrete path to the front door. Before CJ can knock, it is
> flung open forcing him to dodge backwards as the screen door flies
> open in his face.
>
> With shrieks of "Daddy!", two juvenile bundles of energy launch
> themselves at CJ as he crouches and gathers them into his arms. Now
> that they are relatively motionless, they resolve themselves into two
> blonde beauties. The elder looks to be about nine or ten years old
> and after kissing her father on the cheeks, she looks up at me
> brazenly. The younger of the two, who is about five, huddles closer
> to CJ and peers suspiciously past his shoulder to look at me.
>
> "Who's he?" she asks pointing at me.
>
> "Don't point." CJ says, "You'll poke holes in the air and trip up
> the fairies."
>
> Both girls giggle, though the elder of the two rolls her eyes, as if
> she had heard the joke more than once before. Stubbornly, the five
> year old repeats, "Who's he?"
>
> "Girls, this is Greg." CJ informs them, "Greg, this is my daughter,
> Alison." The older girl, grins up at me and extends her hand towards
> me. I take it in mine and as I shake it, I feel her middle finger
> curl between our hands and scratch my palm. My eyes widen and her
> grin widens to match, the tip of her tongue protruding from between
> her lips and moistening them.
>
> "And this is Rene." he says, trying to turn the shy five year old
> towards me, but she just clings tighter to him and buries her face
> against his neck.
>
> "Hi CJ." a woman's voice causes me to look up and I drop Alison's
> hand like a hot potato as I gaze into the stunning blue eyes of a
> bombshell blonde. She notices my hasty action and a brief smile
> flickers across her lips, but all she says is. "Well aren't you
> going to introduce me?"
>
> "Oh, sorry Honey." he stammers, "Cheryl, this is Greg, he lives next
> door to Danny's. Greg, this is my sort of ex-girlfriend Cheryl."
>
> "Oh yes." she says giving me a megawatt smile, "CJ's told me all
> about you."
>
> Rising, with Rene still attached like a limpet, he gathers Cheryl up
> in a hug and kisses her soundly. "Happy birthday Honey." he says
> when he releases her.
>
> Giggling, she invites us into the house and I see her green thumb at
> work here too. Ferns and philodendrons occupy pots in the entry and
> a wicker screen is almost completely covered with variegated ivy.
> She leads us through, into the lounge where even more plants occupy
> the corners and spaces beside the furniture.
>
> Ushering us into seats, Cheryl asks me, "What do you like to drink
> Greg, tea or coffee?"
>
> Tea thanks, white with three." I reply.
>
> "Alison, come and help me." she instructs as she goes through into
> the kitchen. Alison returns a minute later with a plate of biscuits
> and a cup of cordial for her little sister. Throwing me a bright
> smile she disappears back into the kitchen, emerging a few minutes
> later with her mother. Alison carries her own drink and a steaming
> mug, which she hands to me, before plumping down onto the couch
> beside me.
>
> Cheryl waits for CJ to rearrange Rene on his lap, then hands him his
> drink before taking a seat in the chair opposite him. She instructs
> Alison to hand around the biscuits and with a flourish the beautiful
> young girl presents me with the plate. Her stoop causes the top of
> her blouse to gape open and I get a good view of her nascent breasts.
> The areola have just begun to darken and are pushed up into small
> half spherical mounds the size of small plums.
>
> I lift my eyes to her face and her grin tells me that she knows
> exactly where I have been looking. Turning her face slightly to one
> side, she conceals her lips from her parents view and briefly puckers
> them. As she turns away from me, I find myself crossing my legs to
> hide a growing bulge and wishing for an opportunity to be alone with
> this forward young girl.
>
> After taking the plate around to her parents and sister, she returns
> to her seat beside me. As Cheryl, CJ and I chat and sip our drinks,
> I notice Rene peeking at me over the top of her cup, ducking her head
> each time my gaze meets hers. Slowly though, she becomes bolder and
> a few minutes later she scrambles from her father's lap. Setting her
> empty cup on the coffee table, she keeps its solid bulk between us as
> she stares curiously at my face.
>
> Rather than discomfit her, I keep my face turned towards her parents
> and continue with the conversation, while watching her out of the
> corner of my eye. Is seems that they too are watching her antics,
> their attention constantly switching between their youngest daughter
> and me.
>
> Slowly, Rene sidles around the end of the table furthest from her
> parents and disappears from my view. The conversation descends
> further and further into inanities, as I follow her progress in her
> parents eyes. They seem almost to be holding their breath as Rene's
> progress slows. A minute or so later, Alison utters loud protests as
> her little sister forces her way into the six inch gap that separates
> her body from mine.
>
> On the other side of the room, Cheryl's and CJ's look relieved and I
> turn my head and look down at the little cutie jammed up against my
> hip. She looks back solemnly and ventures a tiny smile, which widens
> as I grin back at her. I rock my jaw from side to side, causing my
> long beard to waggle and her smile becomes a giggle as she snatches
> at it.
>
> Momentarily forgetting who she is, I snap at her fingers as if she
> was Sandy and she snatches them back with a scared look. Then
> reassured by my grin, she tries again, once more snatching her
> fingers back as my teeth meet with a clack an inch from the tips.
> She smiles tentatively and slowly extends her fingers, jerking them
> back as I bob my head. This goes on for a few moments longer, her
> smile widening into a grin as she grows bolder. Then with a crow of
> triumph her hand darts forwards and she entangles her fingers in my
> beard, tugging gently.
>
> I grimace theatrically and she giggles delightedly. Then as she tugs
> again and again, Cheryl cries, "Rene!" and with a frightened look,
> she jerks her hand back, accidentally pulling three or four wiry
> hairs from my chin. Seeing them, she looks almost ready to burst
> into tears.
>
> Before she can scramble from the couch, I take her hand and
> re-entangle it in my beard. Then looking across at Cheryl I say,
> "She's fine, at least SHE doesn't want to play 'butts'."
>
> Cheryl gives me a quizzical look and CJ explains, "Danny's kid, likes
> to headbutt and she isn't gentle, your ears'll be ringing and she'll
> still be giggling."
>
> "Oh!" She and CJ exchange a look and she nods.
>
> "Uh Greg?" CJ clears his throat.
>
> I look over to him and warily ask, "Yes?"
>
> "Would you do us a big favour?"
>
> "Like what?"
>
> "Look after the kids so I can take Cheryl out for her birthday." he
> replies.
>
> My heart leaps at the thought of being left, more or less alone with
> Alison, but not wanting to appear too eager, I ask, "Why me?"
>
> Cheryl replies, "Because my dad's had a little heart scare the other
> day and he's in hospital. Mum's too busy being worried to look after
> these two. He's all right, but I was worried we'd have to cancel
> this weekend.
>
> "CJ told me how good you are with Sandy and the other kids that come
> around there, so I told him to bring you around and we'd see how Rene
> reacted to you. She's terribly shy and we usually get my parents to
> look after them on our weekends."
>
> I hold up my hand to interrupt her and say, "Hang on, that's the
> second time you said weekend. You want me to look after your kids
> for the entire weekend?"
>
> "Uh-huh." she replies, "Would you do it please? We'll pay you of
> course."
>
> Glaring at CJ, I growl, "I think I've been had." I then ask, "How
> much?" trying to sound mercenary, while hiding my inner elation at
> having an obviously willing Alison to myself for two whole days.
>
> "How does an ounce of prime buds sound?" CJ asks with a grin.
>
> "I'll do it!" I reply. "Just what are these weekends anyway?"
>
> "Well, it's like this." Cheryl explains, "CJ and I get on really
> well until we start spending a lot of time in each other's company
> and then we start fighting like cats and dogs. It was starting to
> upset Alison, so CJ moved out before we became enemies. Then on my
> birthday, CJ came over and all but kidnapped us. We left Alison with
> my parents and the two off us spent an absolutely glorious weekend
> down at Lakes Entrance.
>
> When we got back, we had another go at making things work, but the
> same things happened all over again and again CJ decided to leave.
> On his birthday, I left Alison with my Mum and Dad and I took him up
> to Echuca.
>
> "After that it became a tradition. We'd take each other somewhere on
> our birthdays and at Christmas we'd take Alison and later Rene too,
> camping. Then before the fighting started we'd go our separate ways
> again. CJ often spends Saturday nights here with me and the girls.
> It sounds weird, but it works for us, the girls still have a father
> and they never have to see us fighting."
>
> "So where are you going this time?" I ask.
>
> "On a paddle steamer cruise on the Murray." CJ replies with a grin
> at Cheryl.
>
> "You got the tickets!" she shrieks springing from her chair to
> launch herself at CJ and plaster kisses all over his face.
>
> A gentle tug on my beard reminds me of Rene's presence and I look
> down into her serious little face. "Are you going to look after us?"
> she asks.
>
> "Would you like that?" I ask in return.
>
> "Uh-huh." she replies, nodding gravely.
>
> "What about you?" I look up at Alison.
>
> "You bet." she grins, licking her lips.
>
> Suddenly Cheryl pulls back and exclaims, "Shit, we'd better get
> moving."
>
> "Relax," CJ soothes, "we've got plenty of time, we don't have to be
> there until seven."
>
> "What about Greg?" she objects, "He'll have to get some clothes and
> I have to put clean sheets on my bed."
>
> "Don't worry about me," I say, "I keep an overnight bag in the car so
> I'm all right there. What about you CJ? Do you need a lift to get
> your stuff."
>
> "No, we'd already packed Cheryl's car when her father had his turn."
> he replies.
>
> Cheryl has pulled a book in her lap, using it as a rest as she busily
> scribbles away. As she writes she says, "The kids can have fish and
> chips for tea tonight and pizza tomorrow, can you manage sandwiches
> for their lunches? Rene has Rice Bubbles for breakfast, and Alison
> likes Vita-Brits. Here's my mother's phone number and address and
> the number for the hospital. CJ get the number for the Echuca
> Police, just in case he has to get hold of us."
>
> As CJ gets the phone book, Cheryl rattles on with her instructions.
> "Rene goes to bed at eight o'clock, Alison can stay up until nine
> thirty, ten at the latest. Make sure Rene goes to the toilet before
> she goes to sleep and has nothing to drink after seven. She still
> wets the bed sometimes.
>
> "Rene shouldn't give you any trouble and Alison had better not, if
> she knows what's good for her."
>
> As she speaks, I make all of the appropriate noises in the right
> places and when she finishes, I reassure her, "You go ahead and have
> a good time, we'll be fine."
>
> Over the next hour, while CJ and Cheryl shower and get dressed for
> dinner, I get to know Rene better, answering Alison's scowl with a
> whispered "Later." She brightens up at this and joins in my games
> with Rene. Though she tries to steal the show by giving me a glimpse
> down the front of her shirt at every opportunity and sitting opposite
> me with her legs crossed, giving me a clear view of her pink, cotton
> knickers.
>
> Whenever Rene looks away, she drops her fingers into her lap and rubs
> at her pussy as though scratching an itch. Once, when Rene runs off
> to get something from her room, Alison draws the damp gusset of her
> knickers to one side, revealing the smooth white flesh of her vulva.
> Still maintaining the pretence of scratching an itch, she brings her
> other hand down and rubs at the glistening pink crease separating her
> sweet pussy lips.
>
> She calmly releases the elastic, as Rene clatters back into the room
> carrying a coloring book and her Crayons. Rene tugs me over to sit
> at the coffee table and uses my lap as a seat, her squirming to get
> comfortable causes my semi-rigid prick to harden completely.
>
> Alison moves to kneel beside me, and pokes the finger that had just
> been between her legs out at me. I playfully snap at it, expecting
> her to jerk it away. Instead she holds it still and my teeth close
> bare millimetres from the tip. I look into her eyes and I'm met by a
> challenging look. So taking her dare, I cover my teeth with my lips
> and close them around the proffered finger, taking my first taste of
> her sweet pussy.
>
> At the same time Rene looks up and jeers at her sister, "Ha, he got
> you. I'm better than you."
>
> Alison and I exchange grins and pulling her finger free of my lips,
> she agrees with a laugh, "Yeah, I guess you are."
>
> Rising, she leaves the room and returns with a coloring book of her
> own and a set of Derwent pencils. "Move over." she orders her
> little sister. Using her hip to shove Rene to one side, she
> appropriates my left knee, forcing me to place a hand on each of
> their waists to support them. Pretending to lose her balance, she
> steadies herself, her hand falling into my lap directly on top of my
> still firm prick.
>
> She gasps and snatches her hand back. I look down into her face, to
> be met by a look compounded of surprise and embarrassment. She turns
> to the table and opens her book to a picture of Ariel, the little
> mermaid. Then carefully selecting just the right shade of blue-green
> she pokes her tongue from the corner of her mouth and begins to
> carefully color Ariel's tail.
>
> Just as my leg begins to go to sleep, CJ and Cheryl come to my
> rescue. "Girls, we're going now, don't be pests and mind what Greg
> tells you."
>
> The girls scramble from my knees, Alison giving my now soft member
> another exploratory feel, as she pushes herself to her feet. I climb
> to my feet, pins and needles burning in my leg and I limp over to
> where Alison and Rene are receiving kisses goodbye.
>
> Cheryl notices my limp and grins, saying, "You shouldn't let them
> take advantage of you like that, especially Alison, she's too heavy."
>
> "Forget it, Cheryl." CJ says, "That's why he's so good with kids, he
> lets them do whatever they want with him. But at the same time, he
> doesn't let them get away with any shit."
>
> "Ok, we turned the spa on for you kids, but you're not to get in
> unless Greg's with you. ok?"
>
> Both girls greet this announcement with loud cheers and readily agree
> to the restriction.
>
> "The water should be hot enough in about an hour. Don't let them
> totally cook themselves. Here are the keys and here's the money for
> the fish and chips and pizzas and bread and milk in the morning.
> We'll be back about ten Sunday night." Cheryl delivers final
> instructions and hands me a fifty dollar note.
>
> "Can we get a video?" Alison asks eagerly.
>
> "One each." Cheryl answers, "There should be enough there, if not
> I'll fix you up when we get back. There's a video store up next to
> the milkbar. Alison will show you where it is, just don't let her
> get anything too gory. Girls, you be good for Greg and do whatever
> he says."
>
> She stoops to deliver a final kiss to each of the two girls and as
> she releases them they move over to their father. He sweeps them up
> in his arms and gives them a bear hug, winking at me, he whispers in
> their ears and slips a folded five dollar note into their hands.
>
> "Thanks mate, you don't know how much I appreciate this." CJ says,
> slipping a tightly rolled baggie into my hand as he shakes it,
> rolling his eyes in the direction of Cheryl.
>
> "Thank you Greg." Cheryl says and surprises me by pulling me into a
> hug. "Here, don't smoke it until Rene's in bed and don't let Alison
> have more than two cones. The bong's over the stove."
>
> CJ misinterprets my stunned mullet expression and grins at me, "Yeah
> she has that effect on me too."
>
> The girls and I escort CJ and Cheryl to the car and I stand with them
> at the end of the driveway, as they wave until the car turns at the
> end of the street. I look down into their up turned faces and ask,
> Ok, what do you want to do?"
>
> Chapter 3 - Set Up?
>
> "Get a video." Alison cries.
>
> At the same time, Rene waves her five dollar note and declares, "Buy
> lots of lollies."
>
> "I think we can manage that in one trip." I say with a grin.
> Checking that I have the keys, I pull the door shut and take hold of
> Rene's hand, allowing Alison to lead me up the road to the shops.
>
> Immediately we enter the milkbar, Rene makes a beeline for the
> counter and holds up the five dollar note. "Lollies, I want lot's of
> lollies." She informs the girl behind the counter.
>
> The girl's eyes flick from the money to Rene to me and she raises an
> eyebrow in true Spock fashion.
>
> "It's all right." I hastily say, "I'm looking after them for the
> weekend, while their parents are away."
>
> The girl laughs at my frightened expression and says, "I'm not
> worried about that. I know Rene and there's no way a stranger could
> get anywhere near her. I'm just wondering if you're prepared for the
> mess, when she deposits five dollars worth of lollies on the carpet."
>
> "I get you're point." I grin back, "Make it a dollar and she can buy
> some more tomorrow. Alison, the same goes for you."
>
> Alison, returns two of the four chocolate bars she is holding, to the
> shelf and looks up at me pleadingly. "Ok, but that's it." I relent,
> "And you don't eat them until after dinner."
>
> Grinning happily, she waits at the counter for the girl to finish
> filling a bag for Rene and they hand over their money. When they
> receive their change, Rene holds up the well-filled paper bag in one
> hand and the four gold coins in the other, crowing at her incredible
> bargaining skills.
>
> Thanking the girl, we leave the shop and go into the next, where we
> order our fish and chips. "Let's get our videos while they're
> cooking." Alison says.
>
> As we enter the video store, I suggest, "Why don't we let Rene choose
> the movie for tonight and you can get yours tomorrow."
>
> "Ok," she agrees and a few minutes later, we emerge with a copy of My
> Little Pony. We collect the fish and chips and head back to their
> home.
>
> Rene wants to watch the movie straight away, but I suggest that she
> wait until after we have eaten. I send Alison to get a couple of
> towels from the bathroom and lay them out on the floor.
>
> Setting dinner in the middle, I restrain them while we say grace.
> "Two, four, six, eight. Bog in, don't wait."
>
> They take me at my word and they tear into their dinner like starving
> animals. Rene singes her fingers on her piece of fish and I show her
> how to tear off a strip of paper and wrap it around the battered
> fillet.
>
> Within minutes, dinner is but a memory and a few scattered crumbs,
> which Rene assiduously hunts down and consumes. "Can I watch
> 'Ponies' now?" she asks.
>
> "Yep." I agree, "And you can eat some of your lollies too." Taking
> the cassette from Its case, I pop it into the VCR and sit back,
> resigned to an hour of saccharine sweetness.
>
> "Hey lets get in the spa." Alison says to me once her little sister
> is engrossed with the television set.
>
> Immediately, Rene leaps up and hits 'stop' and yells, "Yay, Me too,
> I'll watch 'Ponies' later."
>
> Alison's face drops a little at her sister's intrusion, but wisely
> says nothing. She leads me out through the back door to where a fern
> filled conservatory has been built onto the back of the house.
> Sunken into the middle of the floor, totally concealed from outside
> view, is a large spa bath.
>
> "Hang on you two," I say, "you get your bathers, while I get some
> shorts from my car."
>
> "Why?" Alison objects, "We never wear bathers in the spa with Mum
> and Dad."
>
> "That's different." I say, "I don't think your mother would like it
> if I got in with you two without any clothes on."
>
> While Alison and I have been speaking, Rene has stripped off her
> clothes and is standing, naked, by the edge of the spa. "Hurry up,"
> she cries, "I'm getting cold."
>
> "Greg says we've got to wear our bathers because Mum wouldn't like it
> if we were rudie nudies with him." Alison says to her little sister.
>
> "Oh!" A frightened look creeps onto Rene's face, "Does that mean I'm
> naughty?" she asks in a quavering voice, her lower lip trembling.
>
> "No Rene," I reassure her, "but you'd better put your bathers on."
>
> Immediately her whole demeanour brightens and the next thing I know,
> my arms are full of delighted, squirming, naked little girl. With
> this, I realise what Cheryl meant by my not having any trouble with
> her. A look of censure would have her near tears, while a raised
> voice would probably have her bawling for hours and to raise your
> hand to her in anger would probably drive her into catatonia.
>
> "Will you help me?" she asks, "I always get it wrong."
>
> "I don't know." I demure.
>
> "Please?" she begs with irresistible, doe like eyes.
>
> "You'd better do it," Alison advises, "or she'll look at you like
> that for the rest of the night."
>
> "Ok," I laugh, "I don't think I could take that."
>
> Again, I see that bright smile, that, with a little self confidence,
> would match her mother's. "Oh thank you." she cries, giving a
> little wriggle, that abruptly stops as her mouth opens in surprise.
>
> Suddenly I realise that my hand has slipped on her little bottom and
> the side of my finger now rests in the crease of her plump little
> pussy. I quickly readjust my grip and turn to Alison, asking, "Could
> you take my keys and get my bag out of the boot of my car?"
>
> "Sure." she agrees cheerfully and unsnaps my keys from my pants.
> "Which one is it?" she asks.
>
> I shift Rene to my hip and pick out the right key for Alison. As she
> goes outside, I carry Rene to her room and lower her to the floor.
> "Where are your bathers?" I ask.
>
> "In here." she says, going over to her chest of drawers and pulling
> out the top drawer. "Lift me up." she says.
>
> I slip my hands around her tiny waist and lift her until she can see
> into the drawer. Lifting one leg between hers, I rest the toe on a
> drawer handle and lower her to sit astride my thigh. She rummages
> through her underwear for a few moments and pulls out a blue ball of
> stretch lycra.
>
> She shoves the drawer closed and indicates with a wriggle, that she
> wants to get down. I lower her to the floor and take her bathers
> from her hand. Shaking them out, I sort out front from back and hold
> them open for her to step into. I pull them up snug into her crotch
> and help her get her arms through the right holes, settling the
> shoulder straps with a light snap onto her shoulders.
>
> She steps back a couple of steps and I survey her, noticing that the
> strip of cloth between her legs is half caught up between her pussy
> lips. Motioning her back to me, I slip a finger under the
> elasticised leg band and pull it straight, the back of my knuckle
> just brushing the exquisitely smooth skin of her plump vulva. Her
> eyes widen a little at the intimate touch, but the smile on her lips
> never wavers.
>
> I withdraw my hand and she holds out her arms to me. Then just as I
> go to pick her up, Alison says from the doorway, "Here's your stuff."
>
> Giving Rene a pat on the bottom, I say, "You go and wait in front of
> the fire, we'll be there in a minute." I rise and take my bag and
> keys from Alison, telling her, "Go and get changed."
>
> In the master bedroom, I quickly strip, pull on a pair of speedos
> (left over from summer) and slip on the towelling robe that I keep in
> the bag. Leaving the room, I catch a glimpse of Alison through her
> half open door. She is naked from the waist up, tying the string at
> the side of her bottoms.
>
> I'm just about to turn away, when she notices me. "Greg," she calls,
> "come here. I can't get this knot undone."
>
> I stick my head through the door for a closer look and see that the
> strings on one side of her bikini bottoms are well and truly snarled.
> As I move into the room I get a good look at her little tits. Just
> beginning to sprout, they are tiny, almost hemispherical mounds,
> entirely covered by the crinkled, pink/brown skin of her areola.
> Surmounting them, are her pea sized nipples which stand slightly
> stiffened by the cool late autumn air.
>
> She thrusts these out at me proudly and I start to think that this is
> a put up job. When I kneel at her side and take the snarled strings
> from her, a quick inspection confirms my guess. I can see where the
> original bow was tied and the new knot contains so many loops that it
> could not possibly have formed accidentally.
>
> I give her an accusing glance and she responds by grinning down at me
> and letting go of her bathers. They fall a few inches before the
> strings in my hand pull them up short, revealing the top of her
> beautiful pre-teen vulva less than eighteen inches from the tip of my
> nose. In form it is a smooth, slightly plump mound, separated into
> two perfectly symmetrical halves by a fine, dark cleft. Three
> quarters of an inch from the top of that sweet valley is her
> clitoris, a small pink nubbin, the size of a pencil eraser.
>
> "Oops!" she exclaims insincerely, and I look up into her slightly
> flushed, grinning face. "I guess I might as well take them off.
> Anyway it'll be easier for you." Saying this, she plucks at the bow
> on the other side and I'm left holding a tiny scrap of cloth wrapped
> around her right leg and a complete view of her sweet pussy.
>
> "I guess you might." I growl up at her and her grin widens.
>
> I begin lowering the wisp of fabric that I hold, but she has one more
> surprise for me. Before I can lower my hands more than a foot, she
> draws her leg up and out of her bottoms, giving me a clear view of
> the damp, pink cleft between her pussy lips and the glistening,
> slightly darker flesh of her inner labia. She holds the pose for a
> few seconds and I become conscious of a sweet, slightly musky smell.
>
> As she lowers her leg, I tear my gaze from the delightful sight and
> look down at the tangle in my hands. A few quick tugs soon have it
> sorted out and I hold her bottoms out to her.
>
> Instead of taking them from me, she turns to face me and strikes a
> pose that is as old as life itself. Standing with her right leg
> slightly cocked, her left hand low on her hip and the thumb and
> forefinger of the right loosely framing her mound, she asks, "Do you
> think I'm pretty?"
>
> "Beautiful." I whisper, then catching myself, I continue sternly,
> "Do you know that you're asking for trouble?"
>
> "Uh-huh." she replies just as seriously. "But I like you. You're
> nice."
>
> "Just because I'm nice, doesn't mean I'm safe. Haven't you been told
> about strangers?" I ask.
>
> "Of course silly, but you're Daddy's friend." she replies.
>
> "That doesn't mean anything." I tell her, "I might still be a bad
> man who does nasty things to little girls."
>
> "Are you?" she asks seriously. "Nasty I mean."
>
> "No I'm not." I say, "But you should be more careful, because I do
> want to do things with you."
>
> "Would you stop if I asked you to?"
>
> "Yes I would." I reply.
>
> "Then I want you to do things to me." she informs me.
>
> Then with a mercurial change of mood she grins at me, "I'm a big girl
> now, see I'm growing hair down here." she points at her bare vulva.
>
> I take a closer look, but I'm forced to ask, "Where? I can't see
> any."
>
> "Right here." she says pointing to the very top of her crack.
> "You'll have to look closer."
>
> I lean closer, getting another intoxicating whiff of her sweet pussy.
> Finally, I'm close enough to see a few wispy hairs, almost invisible
> against her skin.
>
> "Here," she says grabbing my wrist, "you can feel them easier." I
> offer only token resistance, as she draws my hand closer and presses
> my fingertips against the flawless, resilient flesh of her juvenile
> mons.
>
> She relaxes her grip on my wrist and I lightly brush my fingers over
> her smooth pubic mound, feeling a fine peach fuzz and a few slightly
> stiffer hairs just above the top of her cleft. She makes no move to
> pull my hand away, so I continue to lightly explore her beautiful
> young pussy. With my heart beating like a triphammer, I run the
> sensitive tips of my fingers all over the plump bulge between her
> legs, delighting in the exquisite feel of her unblemished skin.
>
> I then fold the last two fingers of my hand under my thumb and gently
> probe lower down. Realising my goal, she shifts her feet apart and
> allows my fingers to investigate further. Still keeping my fingers
> on the outside of her vulva, I gently run them between her legs,
> finding a slight hint of moisture. I then increase the pressure
> slightly and feel the soft folds of her little pussy open up around
> my middle finger.
>
> She gives a gasp and her fingers tighten slightly on my wrist. I
> stop dead at this and a few seconds later her fingers relax. Taking
> this as a signal to continue, I press a little harder, moving my
> fingertip in tiny circles, until the tip of my finger presses against
> the entrance to her vagina.
>
> Again her fingers tighten, and again I stop. This time she pulls my
> hand upwards until my finger tip is clear of her vagina before she
> relaxes her grip. Taking the hint, I leave her vagina alone and
> continue to explore the hot, moist flesh of her inner folds. As I
> draw my fingers back and up, I feel her inner labia close on the
> sides of my fingertip and I come into contact with the rigid knob of
> her fully extended clitoris.
>
> "Stop!" she gasps and her fingers tighten convulsively on my wrist.
>
> "Are you all right?" I ask.
>
> "Uh-huh." she nods. "But why does it feel so much better than when
> I touch myself there?"
>
> As I think about how to answer her, I remove my fingers completely
> from between her pussy lips and stare at the glistening pink knob of
> flesh that now extends a little beyond her pale outer labia. Finally
> I ask, "Are you ticklish?"
>
> "Yeah, I guess so. Why?" she asks confusedly.
>
> "Well, can you tickle yourself?"
>
> "Of course not." she replies.
>
> "Well, it's sort of like that. You can't tickle yourself, because
> your brain already knows exactly what's going to happen. Touching
> your pussy is like a special kind of tickling, but because there are
> lots more nerves there, you can do it to yourself. It feels better
> when somebody else does it, because your brain doesn't already know
> what's going to happen."
>
> "Oh, I get it." she says smiling. "You can touch me again if you
> want to."
>
> "Later," I say picking up her bathers and drawing the scrap of cloth
> up between her legs, "we'd better get you dressed before Rene comes
> looking for us."
>
> She makes a little moue of disappointment, but takes hold of the
> strings and ties them in bows on both hips. I reach for the top,
> which is on her bed and she asks, "Do I have to wear that?"
>
> "I think you'd better." I say and she ducks her head for me. I slip
> the loop at the top behind her neck and she turns for me to tie the
> strap across her back.
>
> Turning back to me, she presents her half covered breasts to me,
> saying, "You fix it."
>
> I brush the balls of my thumbs over the exposed mounds, feeling the
> crinkled skin covering the firm flesh tighten even further. I flick
> the stiff little posts of her nipples, drawing a little gasp from her
> lips, then quickly tug the top of her bikini into place and rise to
> my feet.
>
> I lightly swat her bum, causing her to jump and squeak in mock
> outrage. "Come on you, let's go."
>
> In the lounge, we find Rene sitting about a metre from the
> television, totally engrossed in her 'Ponies', as every few seconds,
> her hand dips into the open bag of lollies in her lap. The shadow
> that I throw over her body, as I move to stand behind her, causes her
> to look up and ask. "What took you so long?"
>
> "My bathers got all tangled." Alison explains.
>
> "Oh. Can we get in the spa now?" Rene asks.
>
> "Sure thing." I reply. "Come on."
>
> Rene scrambles to her feet and stops the video.
>
> "Do you need to go to the loo?" Alison asks, "Remember what happened
> last time."
>
> Rene blushes and says, "Yeah, I better go."
>
> As she leaves the room, I ask Alison, "What happened?"
>
> "The water turned pink." Alison chortles, "Mum puts stuff in the
> water that turns pink if you piddle in it."
>
> "Oh." I say. "I need to go too, so I'll see you out there."
>
> I go after Rene and find her sitting on the toilet with the door
> open, her bathers on the floor. Grinning up at me, she says, "They
> fell off."
>
> "Really?" I ask, listening to the hiss of her pee in the bowl.
>
> Her only response is to lower her head and giggle. When she
> finishes, she hops down from the seat and picks up her bathers.
> "Here, help me put them on." she says holding them out to me.
>
> I pull a couple of sheets from the roll and hold them out to her,
> "Here dry off first."
>
> She looks quizzically at the wad of tissue in my hand, "Huh?"
>
> I reach down and dry her pussy for her, explaining, "Dry your crack
> after you have a piddle. That way there won't be any pink in the
> water."
>
> "Oh." she says, "Put my bathers on."
>
> I take them from her and hold them for her to step into. After I
> pull the shoulder straps into place, I look down and see the crotch
> pulled right up between her pussy lips and she avoids looking me in
> the eye.
>
> Grinning inwardly, I kneel and slip my finger under the narrow strip
> of cloth, running my knuckle the length of her little pussy as I pull
> it free. As my knuckle runs along the little furrow, she presses
> against it and my cock hardens in response. Still maintaining the
> pretence of ensuring the correct fit of her bathers I run my finger
> back and forth a few more times before withdrawing it.
>
> "Ok, off you go." I say, giving her little bottom a quick squeeze
> and pushing her out the door. "I need to use the toilet."
>
> She stands outside the door, looking a little disappointed as I close
> it. I extract my cock from my Speedos and wait for it to soften
> enough for me to piss. Once I'm done, some wicked little demon makes
> me stroke my hand up and down the shaft until my cock stands stiff,
> pointing away from my body at a forty five degree angle.
>
> I stuff it back into my Speedos, where it makes an impressive bulge
> and leave my robe hanging open. Flushing the toilet, I open the door
> and almost trip over Rene who is still waiting outside. Her eyes
> nearly pop out of her head when she is confronted by my lycra encased
> cock, practically in her face. Taking her by the shoulder, I turn
> her around, her head swivelling on her shoulders until it hurts me
> just to look at the way her neck is twisted. Finally, I put my hand
> on top of her head and twist her eyes to the front. Pushing her
> ahead of me, we walk through to the conservatory, where Alison is
> already luxuriating in the spa.
>
> As soon as we pass through the door, Rene takes an exaggerated step
> to the side and I grin inwardly as Alison's eyes widen and her gaze
> fastens on my crotch. Slipping my robe off, I hang it on a hook by
> the door and walk towards Alison. Her eyes remain glued to my cock
> as I pace across the deck and step down into the gently steaming
> water, not leaving it until it disappears beneath the surface,
> whereupon she looks up into my face. I meet her gaze and hold it
> until she blushes and lowers it to minutely examine the bubbling
> surface of the water.
>
> Beside me, Rene presents me with a view of her cute little bottom,
> with the fabric of her suit bunched up in the crack, as she turns and
> lowers herself into the water. "Can I sit on your lap?" she asks as
> she proceeds to do just that, pressing her practically bare bum back
> against my rigid member and wriggling it. Across from me, Alison
> throws her little sister a venomous look.
>
> When this has no effect, she sets the blower going and disappears
> beneath the roiling surface. A moment later, Rene shrieks and slides
> from my lap. Alison leaps from the water in front of me and as Rene
> rises from the water sputtering, she drops into my lap and defends
> her territory by splashing her little sister.
>
> Rene retaliates by closing her eyes and leaping at her big sister,
> swinging blindly. One wildly swung hand catches in the top of
> Alison's bikini and with a popping rip, one of the shoulder straps
> tears free of the minuscule triangles covering her breasts.
>
> Feeling like a heel, I bark "Enough!" Sure enough, Rene comes to an
> immediate halt and looks at me with tears in her eyes. Her gaze then
> falls on the damage done to her sister's bathers and the tears begin
> to flow freely.
>
> "I'm s-s-sorry." she sobs.
>
> I lift Alison down beside me and gather Rene up in my arms. Holding
> her tight to my chest, I rock her back and forth making soothing
> noises as I caress her back and soft little bottom. "It's all right
> I say, I can fix it."
>
> "You can?" she asks, blinking up at me.
>
> "Uh-huh." I confirm, hoping I am right. "Alison, it looks like you
> got your wish. You might as well get rid of that."
>
> "Now you two, do you think you can share me?" I ask, "Or should I
> just send you to bed right now?"
>
> "We'll be good." Alison says and Rene nods vigorously as she
> wriggles from my arms and places herself astride my left knee, facing
> towards me. Alison straddles the other knee and slips her arm around
> Rene's shoulder and pulls her in close, saying, "It's all right, it
> was getting too small anyway"
>
> Rene sniffs loudly a couple of times and smiles wanly. A few seconds
> later she giggles and says, "Your boobie's poking in my ear."
>
> We all laugh at this and all is forgiven.
>
> Suddenly a wicked thought enters my mind and I straighten my legs
> causing the pair of them to fall and disappear beneath the water.
> They rise sputtering and Alison looks at Rene, "Let's get him." she
> cries and they leap at me, their fingers digging into my ribs and
> burrowing for my armpits.
>
> I let them win the assault and laughing, I slide beneath the bubbling
> surface. Expelling just enough breath to keep myself submerged, I
> sit on the bottom and wait to see what they will do.
>
> After a few seconds I feel hands on my shoulders. They slip beneath
> my arms and I'm hauled to the surface. Rene is in front of me with a
> frightened look on her face, so I smile and wink at her, but leave my
> body limp. Grunting Alison drags me to a seat and steps up on to it,
> pulling me up to sit on it. But as soon as she loosens her grip I
> pretend to slip back towards the water.
>
> I do this a couple more times, until Rene looses control and bursts
> out laughing. At this point Alison realises that she's been had and
> shoves me from the seat into the water. I turn beneath the surface
> and leap from the water with a roar. Alison then jumps at me and I
> stagger as she locks her legs around my waist and her hands about my
> throat.
>
> She pretends to choke me as she shakes my head back and forth, saying
> "You, you, you, oooghh."
>
> I lift my hand to her waist and tickle her, catching her as she
> looses her grip. Lifting her back up, I blow zoober after zoober
> into her belly button, causing her to giggle and thrash
> uncontrollably. Accidentally, done on purpose, I land a few near and
> on her pert little titties, and she gasps and stiffens in my hands.
>
> Finally I relent and drop her into the water, turning to descend on a
> smugly smiling Rene. "Your turn little girl." I say as I lift her
> lycra covered belly to my lips and blow. The farting noises are even
> louder and her giggles are most satisfactory.
>
> Keeping hold of her I return to my seat, blowing into her belly
> button each time she falls silent. Eventually though, her breathing
> becomes laboured and I desist, lowering her to my knee.
>
> Warily, Alison approaches and sits down beside me, though for a
> minute or so she perches on the edge of the seat, ready to flee at my
> first movement. Then having decided that no further attack is
> forthcoming she cuddles up to my side.
>
> She starts as I move my arm, them realising that I'm just going to
> put it around her shoulders, she leans forwards and I slip it behind
> her so that my hand rests on her hip. She turns in my arm to rest
> her head on my shoulder and press one of her little boobs against my
> side. A few seconds later she loosens the tie on her bottoms and
> twists until my hand cups her bare bottom.
>
> She then lifts her own hand from the water and twirls my beard around
> her finger as she says. "I'm glad you're looking after us instead of
> Grandma and Grandpa."
>
> "Uh-huh," Rene agrees, "Me too. You're much more fun." She turns in
> my lap to rest her head on my other shoulder and I support her with
> my hand behind her knees.
>
> For the next hour or so, they chatter to me about school, until Rene
> lifts her hand from the water and holds it up before my face. "Look
> I've got witches hands." she says, waving the wrinkled extremity
> under my nose.
>
> "Well we better get out before Alison gets witches boobs." I joke,
> tweaking one gently, causing them both to giggle. "Besides," I
> continue, "it's time you started getting ready for bed."
>
> "Do I have to?" she objects as a matter of form.
>
> "You have to." I confirm, removing my hand from Alison's bottom and
> lifting it so I can check my watch. "It's nearly half past seven.
> By the time you've had your bath it'll be your bedtime."
>
> "I don't need a bath," she protests, "I'm clean."
>
> "You still have to wash the chlorine off." I say. "Come on let's
> go."
>
> I unwrap my arm from around Alison and climb from the spa with Rene
> on my hip. "You too." I say to Alison as I walk off with Rene.
> Alison reties her bottoms and climbs from the water, hurrying to
> catch up.
>
> I grab my robe and we go through to the bathroom as I say, "We'll
> just rinse off under the shower with our suits on. That way we can
> throw them in the drier so they'll be ready for tomorrow."
>
> In the bathroom, I lower Rene to the floor and turn on the shower
> adjusting the temperature to be suitable for her. We then squeeze
> into the cubicle together and quickly rinse off.
>
> When we're done I roughly towel them dry and say, "Brush your teeth
> and give me your bathers then go and get your nighties and a
> hairbrush. We'll dry off properly in front of the fire."
>
> With a wicked grin Alison, tugs at the bows holding her bathers on
> and hands me the skimpy scrap of cloth before fronting up to the
> basin and picking up her toothbrush. Rene's smile is not one whit
> less naughty than her sister's as she follows suit, slipping off her
> bathers and handing them to me. When they finish their teeth they
> scurry off to their rooms, pausing in the doorway to wiggle their
> bare white bottoms at me. While they are gone, I take the
> opportunity to remove my own bathers, towel myself dry and slip on my
> robe. Then figuring on a complete exchange of oral fauna later in
> the evening, I make use of Alison's toothbrush, before wringing out
> our bathers into the bath and throwing them into the drier on my way
> through the laundry. I then head on through the kitchen into the
> lounge.
>
> Both girls are waiting for me in the lounge, standing naked before
> the wall furnace. When they see me in my robe, their faces mirror
> their disappointment, but I'm not ready to be naked before Rene, as I
> don't want her carrying tales to her mother or CJ.
>
> I drop into the seat nearest the fire and pull Rene in to sit between
> my legs. Taking her towel from her, I rub as much of the moisture as
> I can from her hair. Alison hands me the brush and I carefully work
> the tangles from Rene's hair, then brush it out until it's bright and
> shiny and most of the moisture is gone.
>
> I then lift her down and help her into her nightie. Sending her off
> to watch TV for the few minutes that remain until her bedtime.
> Alison then slips in between my knees and wriggles backwards until
> her bum presses against my bare cock. "Oooh!" she squeaks in
> surprise and wriggles harder against it, causing it to begin to rise.
>
> Taking up the towel, I dry her hair and then drop it into my lap.
> Picking up the brush I go to work on her slightly longer tresses,
> carefully working the brush through them, until her hair shines
> brightly. When I lift her from the chair, she quickly turns to get a
> glimpse of my cock, but the towel in my lap conceals it and before
> she can get any ideas about snatching it away, I pull my robe
> straight and rise from the chair.
>
> By this time it is after eight o'clock, so I tell her, "You get your
> nightie on while I put Rene to bed."
>
> I stop 'Ponies' and lift Rene to my hip, carrying her through to the
> toilet. Again she leaves the door open and this time she tucks the
> hem of her nightie under her chin and sort of curls up, looking
> between her widespread legs as she concentrates on expelling the piss
> from her body. It takes her a few seconds to get it flowing, but
> when she does, it flows in a golden arch from the tiny cleft between
> her legs to fall hissing into the bowl.
>
> When she finishes, she grabs a wad of paper and dries off, before
> lifting her chin and letting her nightie fall. She hops to the
> floor, pushes the button and holds her arms for me to lift her. I
> carry her to her bedroom and supporting her against my shoulder, with
> one hand cupping her bare little bottom beneath her nightie, I pull
> back the covers. When I lower her to the bed, she wriggles
> downwards, her nightie rucking up to reveal her plump little pussy
> and outie belly button in the process. Unable to resist, I stoop and
> wrap my lips around it blowing a zoober and making her giggle and
> squirm delightfully. Daringly, I blow another zoober at the top of
> her tiny slit, before pulling her nightie straight and drawing the
> covers up under her chin.
>
> I read her a story from a book of Aboriginal legends about how three
> sisters were changed into rock to protect them a bunyip. But the
> witch doctor couldn't change them back because he'd lost his magic
> shinbone and that was how the rock formation called the Three Sisters
> came to be. By the time I'm finished, she is almost asleep, but when
> I turn back from putting the book away, she holds her arms out to me
> and has her lips pursed. I give her a hug and a kiss goodnight and
> tuck her in. I start to pull the door closed but leave it open when
> she asks me to.
>
> Chapter 4 - Alone with Alison.
>
> On my way back to the lounge, I retrieve one of the baggies given to
> me and a couple of cigarettes. I then collect the bong, scissors and
> a small bowl from the kitchen and walk through into the lounge, where
> I find Alison sitting in front of the television, watching Beverley
> Hills 90210.
>
> I make appropriate gagging noises as I take a seat on the couch and
> she turns to look at me. When she sees what I am holding, her eyes
> light up and I decide to have a little fun at her expense.
>
> I dry the cigarettes, quickly mull up and pack a cone, then make a
> real production of enjoying it. I look directly into her eyes as I
> pack the second cone. I wait for her to start moving towards me and
> quickly smoke it, enjoying the slightly crestfallen look in her eyes.
>
> Then, I pack the next pipe and place it on the coffee table, then
> wait to see what she will do. For a few minutes her attention wavers
> between the bong and the TV until she finally works up the courage to
> ask, "Can I have a pipe please?"
>
> "You!" I pretend to be shocked, "You're too young."
>
> "No I'm not," she protests, "Mum lets me."
>
> "I don't believe you." I scoff.
>
> "But she does. She says that I can smoke it, but I can only do it at
> home."
>
> "Why would she say something like that?" I ask.
>
> "Because she found some in my bag once." Alison explains, "She said
> I could smoke it, but only with her on the weekends and I was never
> to get it from anyone at school again. She said bad people sometimes
> put really bad stuff like heroin in the stuff they sell at schools so
> they can get them hooked and make them do whatever they want."
>
> "Ok," I say, "you can have one cone."
>
> "But Mum lets me have three." she objects mendaciously.
>
> I raise my eyebrow and slowly reach for the bong on the table.
>
> She hastily corrects herself, saying, "I mean two."
>
> "That's better." I say, leaning back into my seat.
>
> "It was worth a try." she grins, then gives me a direct stare, "Hey,
> you knew. Mum told you. How come you made me tell you why?"
>
> "Because I wouldn't have let you have any, if you couldn't give me a
> good reason why. No matter what your mum said." I explain.
>
> "Oh. why?"
>
> "Because I think you are too young. But your mum's right, the shit
> they hand out at schools is full of nasty things and some of them are
> a lot worse than heroin. Did you pay for what you got?"
>
> "No." She answers, moving around the coffee table and sitting down
> beside me. "That's why Mum said I should smoke hers. She took the
> stuff I had to the cops and they found heroin in it. She got really
> mad at the school because it was a teacher who was giving the stuff
> to kids. They had to get the cops in and everything. The teacher
> was doing it because he liked to fuck- oops." she covers her mouth.
>
> "It's ok. I've heard the word before, go on."
>
> "He used it to get little girls to fuck."
>
> "Does your dad know about it?"
>
> "Uh-uh." she shakes her head emphatically, "He was mad enough when
> he found out a teacher at school was handing out drugs. He would
> have killed him if he knew I was one of the kids he was giving them
> to. I know it was silly, but this girl I knew gave it to me and said
> it was ok. But really she was already hooked and the teacher made
>
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