
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION,ANY RESEMBLANCE OF THESE FICTITIOUS EVENTS TO ANY ACTUAL PERSON,LIVING OR DEAD,IS WHOLLY COINCIDENTAL.NOTHING IN THE REALM OF FICTION WRITING IS OFF-LIMITS.THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE,ENCOURAGE OR PARTICIPATE IN ANY MORALLY QUESTIONABLE AND/OR ILLEGAL BEHAVIOR.IF YOU ARE NOT 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER YOU ARE COMMITTING A CRIME.PLEASE CEASE AND DESIST,IMMEDIATELY.AS FOR THE REMAINDER OF YOU GENTLE READERS BE AWARE THAT THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL CONTACT BETWEEN CHILDREN AND ADULTS.Story Codes:Mg,ped,cons,rom  

                         House-sitter 
                            PT. 1


  My ex had gone out of town,taking my boy and his older sister with her,for ten days.Before they left 

she had entreated me to stay at her place and take care of the dog for her.I was reluctant but eventually 

agreed.Just to shut her up,mainly.Now, as I wheeled my little 4WD truck into the little mobilehome 

park, I was kicking myself for acquiesing to her demands.Her place was a dump,her personal habits 

slovenly and I knew the real reason she had chosen me for the task was the fact her place would be 

cleaner on her return than it was on her departure. I sighed,shaking my head sadly and resigned myself 

to my fate. I would have to make the best of it so better to adjust my attitude now.At least she wouldn't 

be there,right? Of course, neither would my 8 yr. old son and I was already missing him. We spent all 

the time together I could manage,whenever I had time off from the demands of my job. At least a 

couple of days a week he would be with me and I was well known in the neighborhood,still had a 

couple of friends there.As I slowly drove down the asphalt lane towards their house my eyes were 

drawn to motion in my rear-view mirror.Behind me,standing next to her car parked in the driveway and 

waving at my receding tailgate was one of my son's  friends mother.I threw my left arm out the 

window,acknowledging her greeting.What the hell was her name? We had spoken many times,had even 

partied together several times,usually at my invitation while I was taking her son and mine on an 

outing.Her son's name was George.She had two daughters also. The older one was Jess and her 

youngest was Allison.Her name still escaped me,though.Pothead,I thought.And my little trick of 

association instantly supplied the answer.Patricia.Patty the pothead,she smoked the weed pretty much 

24/7 to the detriment of everything else of import in her life.Drank beer in large quantities,too,I 

remembered. I was no slouch myself but she could match me effortlessly.Apparently my son and his 

had experienced a falling out and I hadn't spoken with her for several months.
  I parked in Julie's (my ex) usual parking spot,a dirt strip directly across from her place and began 

walking back towards one of her neighbors three trailers away to retrieve the key for her door.That fat 

bitch had already spotted me,of course,and came heavily down her front stoop,the key visible in her 

hand."Looking for this,Alex?", she inquired in what I am sure she believed was a coy manner. 

"Yeah,thanks Stacy,"I said,reaching for the proffered key."They finally left at 10 this morning,"she 

announced,"she left a page of instructions for you." "Good,"I muttered,finally prying the key from her 

fat sweaty paw and trying to ignore the wave of onions and sweat emanating from her carcass I turned 

away."See ya," I threw over my shoulder by way of farewell and walked the short distance to Julie's 

place.I knew my brevity had annoyed Stacy,she lived only for gossip and rumors and I'm sure had 

wanted a better chance to spread some or perhaps glean a little from me.But I hate that crap and try not 

to stand still for any,if I can avoid it."Alex," I heard someone shouting my name and turned,looking 

back.Patty the pothead."Hey,Patty,"I yelled back,waving again.She mimed the action of raising a beer 

to her lips,then lifted her shoulders in an exaggerated shrug.Smiling, I shouted to her, "Sure wouldn't 

say no...is that an invite?"She nodded vigorously,extended her arm from her hip,hand cupped towards 

herself  before sweeping it up and over the opposite shoulder in the familiar 'c'mon over' gesture.I 

flashed her both hands,all digits displayed and she returned the circle with her thumb and index 

finger,the other three fingers extended and splayed.Still smiling, I continued on into the house,it was 

nice to be invited for a cold one. Had Julie been home,I knew the offer would never have been 

made.Stripping quickly,I stepped into the shower,adjusting the water as cold as I could stand.It had 

been a hot,SoCal day,not even Easter yet,but a high pressure system above the central valley had 

induced the searing,dry Santa Ana winds,the humidity was right around zero percent and the mercury 

was still above 80F at 3pm. I'd been working in the bright sun all day so was looking forward to this 

shower all the way over here. A cold beer was sounding really good,right about now,too.As I stood 

gratefully under the cool spray I listened to the excited punctuation of the dogs nails on the cheap 

linoleum floor.He'd been happy to see me,knowing not much longer to wait to finally be outside in the 

yard.Suddenly he barked shortly and ran out towards the door where I heard him yipping excitedly. I 

turned the water off quickly,stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel.Someone Rex 

knew,obviously.A light knocking sounded impatiently, sending the dog into another paroxysm of 

excited yips and whines."Just a sec," I yelled,wrapping the towel around my waist. I suddenly realized I 

hadn't retrieved my bag of clothes from the truck after I had the key to get in.Shit.I heard the door 

open,the dog really going apeshit now.Softly,it closed again."Hello...." I said,"who is it?"
  A giggle answered me as I came out of the bathroom and turned toward the living room."Hi,Alex." It 

was Patty's youngest daughter,Allison.She was kneeling just inside the door petting Rex,who had 

capitulated now and was lying on his back in a submissive display,and smiling up at me."Hey,Alli,Alli 

all come free,whatcha doin'?" She stuck her tongue out at me,baring an empty space in her smile where 

she had obviously just lost a baby tooth. "Better watch out,kiddo.That is a vicious man-eater you're 

petting there."She had just turned six years old,I knew,tousled white blond hair hanging to her bare 

shoulders,a somewhat grimy yellow one-piece knit outfit riding high on her tanned thighs,a thin string 

tied around her neck holding it from falling off her upper torso completely.She giggled shyly 

again,looking down at the prostrated dog between her legs. "No he aint."she stated firmly,looking back 

up at me. Her eyes were a startling blue color.I saw her outfit wasn't covering her titties and was 

interested to see they were unusually well developed,a definite female shaped roundness and clearly 

defined cleavage.Well,so to speak. I felt my dick stir a little at this thought."Where's your Mom?" I 

asked her,coming closer."She told me to come give you this,"she said,sinking backward and unfolding 

her legs from beneath her.I was still looking at her little boobs,noting the rather large pink nipples 

pointing out from atop their respective little pads of flesh.Now I saw the can of beer,sweating on the 

floor next to her,already in it's own little ring of moisture."My mom hadda go get George," she said, 

with a mocking inflection on the word, George."Then go to the store,"she went on,"she said 'bout an 

hour.Got any gum?" Her blue eyes studied my face,solemnly.Watching for a sign of deception."Yup," I 

said,bending over,reaching for the cold beer.Quickly she swept it out of my reach,pivoting away from 

the dog,knees bent,feet together and flat on the floor."Gum first,"she smiled sweetly up at me. I stared 

at her,first her beautiful eyes as she stared defiantly back into my eyes.An hour,huh?That thought rolled 

through the back of my head. My dick stirred,again. A little urgently this time as my secret thoughts 

telegraphed down there. I let my eyes slowly drop from her gaze deliberately and obviously down to her 

exposed chest."I can see your boobs." I stated,staring openly for a moment before returning to her face. 

She  nodded,unconcerned."I know,"she said,"who cares." My cock was continuing to harden,visibly 

tenting the towel wrapped around me. I decided I didn't care. Suddenly Rex tired of waiting for more 

attention from Allison,rolling back to his feet and scrambling for the back door.I watched him 

go."You're gettin' the floor wet,Alex." Alli said. I shrugged, "So are you," I pointed to the ring under 

my beer can. She was alert for any quick move by me but I was in no hurry."Besides, how you gonna 

chew gum without any teeth." She was propped on an elbow and she smiled slyly, "I'll show you,in a 

minute." Now she let her knees fall slowly apart and I let them draw my eyes away from her face again. 

I noted the edge of her tan-line on the cheeks of her cute little ass,her knees continued almost to the 

floor in that impossibly pliant way that only small children possess. This was getting out of hand. 

"You're showing me now," I leered at her,cocking my head forward and sideways for a better angle 

down her legs. Her panties were bunched together into her butt crack.I saw the fine,surprisingly 

thick,blond hairs on her thighs and calves.She let me ogle her,calmly."So are you," she said,pointing at 

my dick, "gum." "Okay,it's in my truck," I said,"I need you to grab my clothes,too.They're in a bag on 

the passenger seat." "That's another piece of gum,Alex." she said calmly. I gave in immediately. "All 

right,Allison," I growled,"go and get 'em." "Yaaaaay," she cried,quickly rising, "here, Alex."She 

handed me my beer. 24 cold,fluid,wonderful ounces. Hitching up her jumper,she skipped out the door.I 

went to the back door,letting Rex out then, shaking my head at her precociousness,I snapped the top 

open and enjoyed a deep guzzle.
  Where had a six-year old learned to be so brazen. I knew if she told her mother,or anyone really,about 

our exchange I could be looking at trouble. It was stupid but I had always been drawn to little girls in a 

sexual way and had let it go too far,just now. I was fairly adept at spotting the little girls who liked to 

play little games and were never likely to tell. Over the years I had enjoyed sex games with quite a few 

of them.But it had been several years since I had taken such a chance. I truly loved little girls,had never 

threatened or harmed a single one or did something they didn't want to do. I liked making them feel 

good,not bad. I was careful enough not to have been accused,never mind caught. That meant cautious 

grooming,starting slow and being sure of their happy cooperation. I had never tried to have a child take 

my cock in their mouth. I'm not into blow-jobs,anyway.I had never penetrated a little girl too deeply 

though I had met a few who could accept my entire finger and had been molested previously. Allison 

was showing signs of some sexual experience. I had noticed her before,of course. She was a beautiful 

child. But I had never been alone with her,either. She did like to sit on my lap or even carry her from 

time to time.Always with another adult there.It made my son very jealous,though,so I had backed away 

from that.She knew I liked her and I was sure she liked me,too. I heard the gate clang as she returned 

with my clothes,she hadn't completely closed the door so she just came right back in,closing the door 

firmly I noticed.Dropping my bag of clothes on the floor of the living room but concentrating on the 

stick of gum in her hand,removing the wrapper isn't that easy for a child,she wandered over to where I 

was sitting at the table. "Will you help me,Alex?" she asked plaintively. "Sure,c'mere," I said, I wanted 

her touching me.Compliantly she moved up to my knee, handing me the stick of gum.Taking it from 

her, I made it much more difficult than it really was while I gently eased my knee towards her,finally 

pressing it into her thigh. She watched me intently,putting her hand just above my knee and 

unconsciously bumping her leg against my knee. I intentionally began bumping my knee into her upper 

thigh with the same rhythm,gently insinuating it between her thighs and spreading her legs slightly. 

Like many little girls are wont to do without even noticing, she went up on the balls of her feet and then 

her tippy-toes. I finished extricating the gum and handed it to her. "Thank you." she said,politely."You 

are very welcome,young lady." I answered her, as she popped it into her mouth.She was leaning on me 

with that hand on my leg, now,up on her toes as we gently bumped each other rhythmically.She was 

unaware of it, I'm sure,as she explored the flavor of that stick of gum.I took a long draught off the can 

of beer, withdrawing my leg at the same time. As I had hoped,she turned slightly and leaned her little 

butt against my knee. Imperceptibly, I resumed the rocking bump. "Is that good?" I whispered. She 

nodded animatedly. My left hand stole down and gently gripped her left hand which she allowed while 

we increased the pressure of the bumping of her butt on my leg. I squeezed her hand very lightly in 

counterpoint to the bumps.She didn't turn her head to look at me and I watched her profile as she 

chomped on the gum and we continued our physical beat. I gradually increased the pressure of my 

squeeze on her tiny hand until there was no doubt in my mind she was aware of and enjoying our 

movements.
  I wondered how far I dare push this. I could see her concentrating on our touches and she began 

chewing the gum in the same slow rhythm.I swigged my beer,looked at her pretty little body and 

squeezed her hand while she chewed her gum and enjoyed bouncing her tight little bubble-butt on my 

thigh. "Who's watchin' you right now,Allison?" I whispered again. She shrugged her shoulders."Your 

sister?" I breathed. I was looking at her bare back where her one-piece dropped to the elastic band at 

the waist.The ends of the string tied around her neck fell to between her skinny shoulder blades.They 

bounced on and off her skin as we bounced.Her hair was so fine and blonde in the sunlight coming 

through the door's window.I swigged my beer as fluid dripped off my rigid cock. I stared at the patch of 

fine hairs that feathered her lower back. This was another indicator,in my experience.A happy trail,so 

to speak.She shook her head firmly at my question,refusing to speak,seemingly not wanting to end this 

contact. Those fine hairs on her spine disappeared into her yellow shorts,her pronounced, jutting butt 

contacting,then off my bare leg. I saw the fine blond hairs on the rear of her thighs when she pulled 

away. "Do you wanna stay here with me for awhile?" I had leaned forward to whisper into her ear,she 

sensed me coming and stopped her bounce,her butt pressed on my leg.She nodded violently and 

immediately,yes,she wanted to stay here,right now."Good," I said quietly,"I want you to,too." And I 

picked her up and set her on my leg,straddling it,my hands at her waist.Things were about to get 

interesting. 

ANY FEEDBACK IS NOT ONLY APPRECIATED BUT REQUESTED. I BEGAN WRITING IN THIS GENRE TO TRY AND BETTER UNDERSTAND WHAT MIGHT MOTIVATE PEOPLE LIKE THIS. IT IS NOT AN EASY CHARACTER TO PORTRAY AND I HAVE NO REAL LIFE EXPERIENCE OR ACTUAL SOURCES SUCH AS A REAL VIOLATOR,FIRST-HAND WITNESSES OR ACTUAL VICTIMS IN THESE
TYPES OF ACTIVITIES. MY INTEREST IN THE SUBJECT WAS SPURRED BY A GIRLFRIEND WHO HAD SUFFERED AT THE HANDS OF SEVERAL DIFFERENT CHILD MOLESTERS BUT SHE WOULD NOT DIVULGE DETAILS NOR SEEK COUNSELING OR CLOSURE. PRESENTLY SHE STILL EXHIBITS THE BIZARRE AND SELF-DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR AND SEXUAL-DYSFUNCTION THAT THESE EARLY EVENTS IN HER LIFE HAVE ENGENDERED.THE ONLY FACTS I WAS ABLE TO ASCERTAIN WAS THAT SHE WAS NOT RAPED OR ABDUCTED BY STRANGERS OR SUBJECTED TO ANY ACTUAL PHYSICAL HARM BUT WAS VICTIMIZED BY PERSONS BOTH KNOWN TO AND TRUSTED
BY FAMILY MEMBERS. SHE DID NOT REPORT ANY OF THE INSTANCES DURING OF AFTER THEY OCCURRED AND INDEED STILL BLAMES HERSELF FOR THE INCIDENTS.WHICH,OF COURSE,IS RIDICULOUS BUT,AS I HAVE LEARNED,NOT AT ALL UNCOMMON.PERHAPS INDIVIDUALS THAT PERPETRATE CRIMES SUCH AS THESE DO DESERVE OUR PITY AND DID NOT VOLUNTARILY CHOOSE THEIR SAD PREFERENCE NOR HAVE ANY REASONABLE RECOURSE FOR TREATMENT (I CAN'T IMAGINE ANY IMPULSE THAT ONE WOULD WANT TO HIDE MORE).BUT I HAVE TO ASSUME THERE IS LITTLE DATA FROM PEDOPHILES THAT HAVEN'T ALREADY BEEN CAUGHT.THE SAMPLE SIZE FROM THOSE VOLUNTARILY SEEKING TREATMENT MUST BE MINISCULE COMPARED TO THE APPARENT SCOPE OF THE PROBLEM IN SOCIETY.PEDOPHILES ARE HATED AND VILIFIED IN EVERY SEGMENT OF OUR SOCIETY.THEY ARE RARELY PITIED THOUGH THEY MAY DESERVE IT. THE VICTIMS THAT HAVE REPORTED THESE CRIMES AND,BY SO DOING,COME TO THE ATTENTION OF SOCIETY,CONVERSELY,ARE GENERALLY OVERWHELMED WITH PITY THOUGH I HAVE DISCOVERED,IN A FINAL UNJUST IRONY TO THIS SAD STORY,NEITHER WANT OR NEED IT.THE HONEST TRUTH IS MOST HAD TO OVERCOME SELF-PITY TO BEGIN THE HEALING PROCESS. OUR PITY IS JUST ANOTHER BAD THING THEY DIDN'T ASK FOR.  