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Clayton's Children - The Babysitter 1-9 (Mggg, cons, inc)
By Clayton or <clayton@nym.alias.net>
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If you've gotten past that, I'm going to assume that, like me, you are a
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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 en- joyed 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, the 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. "O.K. 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 colour, 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 resolves 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. The 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 dropped 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 colouring 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
causing my semi-rigid prick to harden completely.
Alison moves 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 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 colouring 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 colour 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."
"O.K. we turned the spa on for you kids, but you're not to get in unless
Greg's with you. O.K.?"
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, O.K. 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. "O.K., 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."
"O.K." 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."
"O.K." 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 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 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 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?"
"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.
"O.K., 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 say's 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 a 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 looing 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
slip 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 a 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.
The 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."
"O.K.," 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 O.K. 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 O.K. But really
she was already hooked and the teacher made her to give it to me, because
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