Jennifer and Amber Meet Frosty (Mff,  nymphets)
My nymphets return on a winter’s day for games and a bath
Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net
My nymphets had come first on a winter’s day but dressed in summer outfits: halter dresses and little panties. Of course we stayed inside to get acquainted that day. A few weeks later, my darlings awoke me again from a winter’s nap in my armchair. Diamond Lil was purring a welcome to them as they played with her on my lap. This time they were dressed for business in snowsuits, knit hats and boots.
I could have taken the hint, but as soon as I opened my eyes I heard, “Uncle Grouchy! Uncle Grouchy! Let’s go!” Both girls tugged me to my feet. Before I quite knew what was happening, they had my own boots and heavy coat ready for me. I pulled on my gear and took Jennifer and Amber to the garage.
We got the inflatable snow toys that I keep for my grandchildren and I managed to puff them up. I was winded when I was done, but only as winded as a healthy father might be – much less puffed than when I blew the toys up for my grandchildren. Of course some of the magic was beginning, the magic that attended my nymphets and made me younger and stronger while they were with me. We went across the street to the park and I hit a snag.
“Girls, it’s half a mile to the hill,” I said as Jennifer and Amber plopped onto the toys for a ride.
“Yes, Uncle Grouchy,” said Jennifer. “Getting there is half the fun!”
Well, I suppose. I picked up a tow rope in each hand and trudged through the fluffy snow. Although the girls were the size of, say, seventh-graders – you would think Jennifer was just over a hundred pounds and Amber rather under – I was delighted to find that the toys dragged only a little more than if they had been empty. The girls laughed and called out as I towed them to the hill.
The hill was busy that day. Jennifer and Amber ran up and slid down, oh so many times. They chased other girls and boys and played with some dogs. I was surprised but pleased to find that all the other parents on the hill simply accepted my lovely nymphets, asking no questions about who they were or how they came to be with me at the hill. Perhaps only a few recognized me as a neighbor, though I knew many of them by sight.
We went back to the house when I was quite cold and even Jennifer and Amber seemed to be cold. I made hot chocolate and sandwiches for all of us as the girls took off their snowsuits and heavy clothing. Underneath, they had been wearing jeans and T-shirts as any girls of our own world might. Of course they wore only T-shirts. Had they worn bras, Jennifer’s breasts would be A cup and Amber’s would be AA. Their T-shirts were a little short on their bodies, though, and their jeans were fashionably low-cut, so when they bent over to play with Lil I could see their panties peeking out at the top. Jennifer’s were pink today and Amber’s a simple white as far as I could see. 
For nymphets from a fairy land of some kind, they could certainly eat. After we had enjoyed lunch, though, the girls were a little whiny. “We’re still cold,” Jennifer said. “What she said,” Amber seconded.
“Do you want a bowl of soup?” I asked. 
“At home, we have a nice little pond of hot water,” Jennifer said. “All of us like to go there and lie in the warm water naked together and laugh.”
I smiled. “Do you laugh about your uncles?” I asked.
“Sometimes,” Amber admitted. “We laughed about how hard it was for you to believe you could touch us and have fun with us. But a lot of our friends tell us that uncles have to learn to believe it’s okay. Especially the sex part.” Well, that shut me up a moment.
Only a moment. “My place is too small for a pond,” I said, “but I have a bathtub. Would you darlings like to take a bath?”
“Yes, oh yes, Uncle Grouchy,” came the answers in a confused and delightful medley. I went to the tub and started a hot bubble bath. My girls came in a few moments later, barefoot but otherwise still dressed.
“Will you help us out of our clothes, Uncle Grouchy?” asked Jennifer. What a wonderful idea that was! Jennifer presented herself first, raising her arms over her head. I gathered her little shirt in my hands and pulled it over her head as you would your own daughter. Her breasts, always pert and lovely, were even more so with the lift of her arms. I paused as I put her shirt on the counter so I could caress and kiss her lovely nipples.
“That’s nice, Uncle Grouchy,” she said, “but I still have pants on.”
“I can fix that,” I said. I opened the button on her jeans and lowered her zipper slowly. Pulling her pants open, I could now see that her pink panties had a little bear in front, right over her lovely pubic area. I pulled her pants all the way down and she got out of them, standing enticingly in front of me in her small panties. These, too, I pulled down after a few moments. But first I caressed her bottom, loving the way her cotton panties moved smoothly over her round bottom cheeks. On her previous visit, her panties had been tighter.
As I pulled Jennifer’s panties down, I could see her tiny vagina in front of me, just dusted with red pubic hair and the folds quite visible. In the mirror behind her, I could see her bottom bare and wonderful. I put Jennifer’s panties on top of her jeans and her shirt and I held her hand as she got into the tub full of bubbles.
Jennifer sat and scooted to the end of the tub as I gently took the clothes off of her best-friend-forever Amber. It was the same ritual: hands up, lifting her shirt off and kissing her nipples lightly. Opening her jeans and her zipper, lowering her pants as I enjoyed her panties and her legs and her tummy. Then her simple white panties as I rubbed her bottom before I pulled them down. By now the mirror was a little steamed but I could see quite clearly, especially as I handed my naked darling into the tub with her equally naked friend.
Although there were lots of bubbles now decorating my nymphets, they were sitting rather than lying in the tub and I could see their breasts and their tummies very well. They giggled as they played with the bubbles on each other’s bodies. Their bare legs would peep out of the water from time to time as well, another lovely thing to enjoy as I watched them flick bubbles onto each other. 
Then Amber handed me the washcloth. “We want you to clean us, Uncle Grouchy,” she said imperiously. Well, what else could I do? I swished the washcloth in the soapy water and gently sponged Amber’s bare back down to the water line near her waist. She sighed but she tried to scowl when I paused. “Now my front,” she said.
I bathed over her shoulders and her tiny, almost imaginary breasts. I was rewarded by the feel of her tight nipples as she pushed herself into my caressing hand. I caressed her bare tummy with the washcloth. You can imagine how much I liked feeling the smooth skin and the firmness underneath. Amber giggled as I concentrated on her belly button. Then she stood up, a film of water and bubbles flowing down her beautiful body. “I’m cold down here too,” she said with a giggle.
I took as long as I could washing her bare bottom, her legs and even her pubic area. Amber’s pubic area is as smooth as her bottom. She was standing with her thighs together so that only a small fold of her vagina was visible. It was that delightful tuck of skin you see between a young girl’s thighs when she is naked and her legs are together. It is an enticing and innocent site that my wild heart delighted to see.
The water in the tub remained delightfully hot and even the bubbles were lasting far longer than bubbles of this world normally do. There was a considerable sloshing around and I found that Jennifer had moved in front of me. So once more I forced myself to caress and fondle a beautiful maid-child, this one seeming just a little older than her friend and a little more developed. Amber’s breasts are a tantalizing suggestion; Jennifer’s breasts are the first results of the Womanhood Fairy’s pixie dust (Jennifer had told me this herself, that the Womanhood Fairy had actually sprinkled her with pixie dust). Amber’s vagina is the smoothness of the end of childhood; Jennifer’s has the first hairs of the beginning of womanhood. They are only available to me because they are of another world; I am privileged to treat my nymphets as love-mates in ways that would be hurtful to girls of our world. It is a joy without sin or harm.
My tub is of ordinary size. My two nymphets seemed to nearly fill it up by themselves, although they had enough room. Now they began to tug at my clothes with wet hands, so I went ahead and stripped to my skin. They giggled and made admiring comments as I did. They were especially pleased with the state of my erect penis because they knew they had made it so hard and long. They pulled me into the tub with them and I was pleased to find that all three of us could stand together in it. I was both pleased and astounded to find that all three of us could lie together in the hot, bubbly water.
I had enjoyed lying naked with my nymphets during our first visit, especially the brief time between sharing sex with Amber and all three of us falling asleep in bed together. This was a much sexier kind of fun, to lie between their wet, slim naked bodies in the tub. I caressed them as best I could – we fit somehow but it was crowded – and they, in turn, caressed my body and each other. There was even a chance to kiss their small, warm breasts. I was pleased to find that instead of a soapy taste, there was just warm sweetness. I could also reach across to caress Jennifer’s pubic area and her vagina lips with my left hand, or to fondle Amber with my right, although I enjoy one at a time. When I would stroke Jennifer, she could indulge her friend, and vice versa.
Had there been only one nymphet at a time, I might have tried to engage her cowgirl-style there in the tub. As it was, that was obviously impractical. But both girls were also caressing my thick penis and they laughed cheerfully when I came in heavy spurts.
Although the water remained as hot as ever, the bubbles rather suddenly failed us. Amber said, “I guess playtime is over in the bathtub.”
“Yes,” said Jennifer. “That means playtime in bed! Uncle Grouchy, now you have to dry us off.”
I got out of the tub and picked my towel from the rack. Jennifer and Amber managed to dry me off from inside the tub. I was going to get a fresh towel when I realized the one in my hand was as dry and fresh as if I had just laundered it. It had a bit of manly fragrance, as if I had put a little cologne on it, but that was all. So Jennifer stepped out into it and I dried her gently and softly. As I did, the towel picked up a fragrance from her like a field of blossoms but it remained dry. Amber giggled in it next as I dried and fondled her nakedness; the fragrance became different but as lovely as Jennifer’s.
The girls scampered ahead of me into the bedroom and pulled the covers down. They jumped in and pulled the covers to their pretty little chins. Amber was nearer to me, so she lifted the covers to let me in and then she crawled over me so that I lay in the middle.
As I understood my nymphets (and they are in large part a mystery to me), they were mine alone. I was the only one who had touched them. They had been virgins on their first visit and they had seemed like virgins; they had combined a becoming shyness with a joyful eagerness. I had taken Jennifer first, with Amber encouraging her as I entered her warm, tight, wet vagina and we had shared a powerful orgasm. Ten minutes later I had taken Amber’s virginity as Jennifer cheered us on.
Now it was Amber’s turn to be first. We had shared a lot of foreplay in the tub and my erection was as powerful as ever now, even though I had come once. Amber was demanding this time, pulling me between her bare legs after only a few moments of kissing and pressing our bodies together. “Please, Uncle Grouchy,” she said. “Please put your cock in me. I’ve played with myself since last time, waiting to have you again.” I found her hand was already on my shaft as I moved into position and her warm, small hand guided my penis into her vagina. I thrust firmly inside this time – no boy’s play today – and I was rewarded with her delighted moaning. Although she couldn’t be a virgin, her vagina felt as tight and smooth as on our first sex. Amber pushed herself against my penis and we needed a few thrusts to get a good rhythm going. Then I was able to continue, although I felt like I was at the point of releasing, for several minutes before we again shared a wonderful, shaking orgasm.
I had scarcely pulled out from Amber when she wiggled to one side and Jennifer was pulling me onto her sweet nakedness. It is a feature of nymphet magic that my erection returns rapidly. Jennifer was just as demanding as Amber, saying “I want some of that now!” And that was pretty much our whole conversation as she, too, used her own hand to pull my penis into her vagina. Jennifer did seem to have learned by observing Amber; she quickly established a rhythm that matched her body movements to my hard thrusts.
As for me, I was as commanding this time as I had been gentle the first time. Jennifer, too, still felt as tight as when I had first pushed my cock into her.  My darling’s demand that I push as fast as I could, as hard as I could, was a treat to my old penis. We reached our climax faster than Amber and I had done but I was certainly thoroughly spent and Jennifer seemed as pleased as her friend.
Most dreams end in waking but nymphet dreams end in sleeping. We lay as before in a post-orgasm fog, tangled up in six arms and legs and four lovely breasts. I made sure to kiss all four of them before we settled down because I knew they would be gone in moments. And gone they were, with only their scent lingering when I awoke hours later.