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Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is
fiction. In no way do I condone the scenarios within the writings.
Rape, child endangerment, incest, and unwanted pregnancies are
subjects to be role-played between you and your significant other
only. Anybody actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a
psychiatrist, or seek mental help from a qualified expert in mental
health immediately. I am always open to comments and constructive
criticism. I believe in the second ammendment, and only free people
should be reading stories like this. If it is illegal or unlawful to
read adult stories in your, country, state, municipality, or
neighborhood, please delete this story. Thank You, trukin_fool
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all
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Ol' Butterface 6
By trukin_fool




It was nearly time for dinner, and the girls would likely retire early
this night, becaus they had school tomorrow.
Entering the kitchen, Karen and Betty were scuurying around, preparing
dinner.
Linda was sitting at the table, idly listening to her mom and
grandmother, gossiping about the local women.
Upon my entrance, Linda silently beamed with joy and lust. She
realized I was talking with her sister, and cocked her head, as if to
question the outcome.
Shrugging my shoulders, I sat quietly, returning a knowing smile.
Betty was the first to notice me, and when she did, her face grew
stern. She observed quietly, while her grand daughter and I, exchanged
loving glances.
Immediately, Linda realized something was up, but hadn't the foggiest
idea what it was. She was aware of the lust I held for Linda, but she
wasn't sure I'd act upon it.
"So?" Karen asked, suddenly noticing my presence. "Did Stacy show you,
what we bought?"
"Yes, she did." I said, hearing Stacy entering behind me.
"And ....? What do you think?" She inquired.
"Well actually. I didn't see everything." I stated, as Stacy rounded
the table, and sat down. "But I'm hoping later on, she'll be more
comfortable, showing me what I midded."
Stacy suddenly froze, while Linda smiled at my remark.
Betty observed her reaction, and knew something nasty and perverted
had occured, yet she was clueless as to what it was. I could see in
her eyes, that the woman was becoming willing to do more than I had
requested, to prevent her grand daughter from my evil plan.
"Maybe Linda can help her, to arrange a showing after dinner." I
added. "With her help, I'm sure I'll be pleased to know where my money
is going."
Karen was oblivious as to my meaning, yet her mother while watching
Lindas face, understood it was something dreadfully perverse.
As we ate, Linda and Stacy chatted softly about the clothes, while
Karen talked about what she'd learned about the neighborhood women
that day. It seemed, that while shopping, she they'd all picked up a
few juicy tidbits about our neighbors.
"Did you know. little Jenny Williams down the street, is pregnant?"
Karen asked, off handedly. "It's no wonder. Her mother is such a loose
woman herself, I cant understand why she isn't in the same boat."
"By the way." Betty added, trying to change the subject. "The Johnsons
got a new car."
"Yeah." Karen replied. "I wonder what he had to give up for that? His
wife doesn't work, and he's still working at the factory across town.
On his pay, I'll bet there's a hidden reason, that he can afford it."
Judging by the way, Karen was turning everything into a sexual tone, I
could see she was getting horny. Apparently, she liked the idea, of a
steady diet of sex.
As we continued to eat and talk, Karen brought up our whole block of
neighbors, and what they were all doing.
In beteen, Betty consistantly tried to change the subject. She was
hoping to keep my mind off of sex, or anything, that could remotely
lead to sex.
It was almost comical, how she changed to subject to the weather, and
how long the grass was getting.
Once we finished eating, Karen shooed the girls out of the kitchen.
"Why don't you girls go and see, if you have any homework that you may
have overlooked, and set your clothes out for tomorrow." She said.
"Grams and I, will take care of the dishes."
"James?" Linda asked sweetly. "I'm going to Stacy's room, and see what
she got. Wanna come along?"
Karen and her Mom, were beginning to pickup the dishes, and both began
to clean up.
"Don't force him." Betty added, with a glare of determination. "He
probably isn't interested, in girls clothes that much, anyway."
"On the contray." I replied, allowing Linda to take my hand. "When it
comes to seeing these two, count me in. After all, I think of them as
my own daughters, maybe more."
Betty shot me an icy stare, and an angry frown, as Linda pulled me
from the room.
Stacy was way ahead of us, and entering her bedroom when we first got
to the hallway.
Suddenly, Linda stopped and pulled me to her.
"Kiss me." She whispered hoarely. "I need you to kiss me right here
and now."
"But someone might see." I stated.
"I don't care." She said. "It's you I want, and it's you I need."
With that, she pulled me close, and kissed me deeply. Her tongue
immediately began to spar with mine, and her hands went directly to my
groin.
My cock rapidly expanded in size.
I quickly broke the kiss, and offered to meet her later on, after
everyone else was sleeping.
She agreed to that, and continued to drag me to Stacy's room.
Stacy was sitting on the bed, and her eyes widened, seeing me in her
sisters tow.
"Okay short stuff. Show me what you got." Linda said.
Nervously, Stacy took all the clothing she bought, and laid it on the
bed.
"I'd love to see those on her." I whispered into Lindas ear, while her
sister arranged the articles of clothing.
"Hey Stace." Linda then said, smiling. "Why not model them for us?"
Linda was quick to understand my meaning, and she eagerly set out to
please me.
"He .... he has to leave first." Stacy said meekly, pointing at
me."Nonsense sis." LInda stated. "Hell he's seen full grown women,
completely naked. What is so bad about him seeing a little girl like
you? Have you got something bigger and better than Mom or I?"
Linda had laid down the gauntlet. She was provoking Stacy's inner
need, to prove herself worthy of my attention.
Taking a deep breath, the girl soon began to unbutton her blouse, and
unzip her shorts.
"That's it sweetie." Linda said, encouraging her sister. "Your boobies
aren't nearly the size of mine or Moms, and you don't even have any
hair on you vaggie yet.
Lndas words, inspired the girl to blatantly continue.
In a flash her blouse was off, and she shimmied out of her shorts and
panties both.
"See?" Stacy stated confidently, pointing to her puufy little slit.
"You're wrong. It's growing alot."
I was amazed, and becoming very erect. The small framed girl did
indeed, have a light coating of velvet, covering her twat. I also
noticed, that her nipples were beginning to krinkle somewhat, because
of the cool air and her excitement.
"What do you think James?" Stacy said, as she raised her arms above
her head, like a ballerina.
"I'm not a little girl anymore." She then added, spinning around
slowly, proving her point to Linda and I.
Linda quickly noticed my intrest in her sister, and quickly wanted the
show to end.
"Okay, okay." Linda said, in an obvious jealous tone. "Now, put those
clothes on."
For the next few minutes, Stacy stripped and dressed, while modelling
every article of clothing for our gaze.
The skirts were all overly short, and the blouses were very revealing
in nature.
"Do you know how many perverted assholes, will be trying to steal a
peek at your sisters body?" I asked Linda. "She'll be number one on
the list, for any child molestor, wearing something like that."
"You know? He's right." Linda said, agreeing with me. "Every sicko in
the neighborhood, will have bets on who will be the first, to pop your
cherry."
Stacy suddenly froze, at her sisters blunt words. before she fired
back.
"But all my friends are wearing stuff like this."
"And all your friends still still have their cherries?" Linda asked.
Stacy was mute. She refused to reveal, how all her friends became
accepted, by giving up their virginity. Never the less, she was
committed to lose hers as well. Peer pressure, is very motivating.
"Tell you what." Linda suddenly said, breaking the silence. "If it's
just being a woman, and losing your virginity, why not have it done
where there are no strangers. After all once it's gone, who cares
where it happens, and who did it?"
Stacy nodded in agreement.
Even though Linda had offered to help me, I wondered how far she would
go, to press the issue?
"Remenber when Mrs, Dandridge explained in school, about boys and
girls, and how babies are made?" Linda asked.
Stacy blushed somewhat, but nodded.
"How about if James helps you learn more about it, and what happens."
Linda asked, approaching her sister for moral support. "That way
there's no one who can say you've never done it, and with a much older
man as well.
Immediately, I had thoughts of banging the little slut. But I surely
didn't need all of her friends, knowing what I'd done.
"Have any of your little friends, ever tried to touch you?" Linda
asked, placng an arm on her sisters bare shoulder. "I mean, the
girls."
Once." Stacy replied reluctantly, "But I made her stop. She said it
would be fun, but I was scared."
"You're not scared now, are you?" Linda persisted, gently tracing a
line down Stacy's back with her finger. "You're much older now, and
way more mature than you were. Right?"
"Uh huh." Stacy sighed, feeling more relaxed and confident. "I'm not a
little girl anymore."
Linda was plyying on her sisters need to prove she was nearly a woman,
and ready to do a womans duty to herself.
Stacy, on the other hand, was detirmined to go through with whatever
her sister said. Even if it meant doing strange and foriegn things.
She wanted nothing more, than to be accepted as an equal, by her older
sister.
Right then, we all heard footsteps, coming down the hallway.
Stacy immediately grabbed her clothes and ran to the closet.
Linda followed her there, and as she closed the door, she set up a
later time for this to continue.
"Tonight, after everyone else is sleeping, James and I will join you
in bed. Okay?" Linda asked hurriedly. "Then you can prove you're old
enough, to do what you need to, and make the new change in your life."
Stacy nodded quickly, before ducking into the closet, and closing the
door.
Just as Linda ran to the bed, and picked up a skirt, Betty was coming
around the corner and into the bedroom.
"What do you think?" She asked, as if nothing had happened. "Would
something like this look okay on me?"
"Naw, it's too short." I replied, following her lead. "Things like
that look great on little girls, but on you, I like sweatshirts and
jeans. They make you look more worldly, and sophisticated."
Betty was stunned, to hear me say someything like that. She was really
expecting, to catch the three of us, doing something nasty and sick.
"Yes Grandma?" Linda asked.
"I uh, I just want to ... well, I just wanted to check up, and see if
your homework was done." She finally said, trying to quickly think up
a suitable alibi, for her presence.
"All done." Linda said quickly. "And Stacy's is too. She's in the
closet, looking for something to wear with this skirt tomorrow."
"Oh ....okay" Betty said suspiciously. "Well, just don't be making
alot of racket."
Her arrivale put a temporary damper on the fun, but at least we didn't
get caught.
"I'll come and get you, later on." Linda whispered. "After eveyone is
alseep. Is that alright with you?"
I nodded and smiled, as I left for the livingroom, to join Karen.
It was already about seven oclock, when I joined Karen on the sofa.
Betty was in the shower, and the girls remained in their rooms.
"So?" Karen asked softly. "What's on your agenda for tonight?"
I was surprised that she wasn't still holding a grudge about her
mother being in our bed.
"Oh, nothing much." I said. "What are your plans?"
"I have to be in around ten." She replied. "The new guy can't make it
again."
The new guy, was one who her boss hired to help take some of the extra
hours from Karen, so she could spend more time at home.
Unfortunately, he was very lax on his attendance, and Karen was still
called in to take the extra shifts quite frequently.
"Who relieves you then?" I asked.
Mary, at eight." She replied.
"Well then, I'll just have to ask one of the girls to take care of me,
while you're gone." I said smiling, as if I wre joking. "I don't think
your Mom, is all that keen on me."
"I can't imagine why not?" She replied. "She thinks you're sick,
disgusting, and very immature. Also, she thinks you've got designs on
the girls as well."
"Huh. Imagine that." I said, off handedly.
"Well?" She asked.
"Well what?" I answered.
"Well? Do you?" She continued nervously. "Do you have designs on the
girls?"
"And if I did?"
"Well then. Mom would probably call the cops, and see you put in
jail." She stated. "The way she talked earlier, she wasn't happy with
this arrangement. She even asked me, to pack up and leave with her."
"Did she really now?" I asked, pretending to be surprised. "And what
do you plan on doing?"
"Nothing." Karen answered. "The girls like you alot, and even Linda
says you're the best thing that ever happened to us. I think she's got
the hots for you."
"She's never come on to me." I lied.
"It won't take much." She added with a grin. "But be careful. We don't
need another mouth to feed around here, just yet."
Basically, Karen was giving me her blessing, to fuck her daughter. I
assumed she remembered the contract, and whether she approved or not,
I was going to do whatever I wanted.
Just then, Karen got up to leave.
"What's up?" I asked, worried about her plans.
"I'll take a quick shower, as long as Mom's almost finished." She
said, walking away.
Quickly, I turned off the TV set, and followed behind.
"What would you expect me to do, If Linda tries to seduce me?" I asked
softly, entering our bedroom.
"I expect you to do whatever you see fit, master." She said, turning
with a grin. "This is your castle, and you're the king."
"Do you realize what you're saying?" I asked, not believing my ears.
"I unserstand perfectly." She said, matter of factly. "It's only a
matter of time anyway, before see sinks her hooks in you. I may as
well get used to it. Besides, you've already had Mom and me. I don't
see the problem, with having another notch, carved into the
headboard."
I was stunned. I had just been given full access, to my girlfriends
underaged daughter, and she seemed nonchalant about it.
As she walked to the door with her change of clothes, she stopped
momentarily,  and turned to stare at me.
"I do expect her, to sign a written agreement, like I had to." She
said bluntly. "That's the least she can do, if she's trying to steal
my boyfriend and lover."
With that being said, Karen slipped out the door, and headed to the
shower.
Before she could change her mind, I was heading to my pc, to make
another copy of the contract. While there, I figured I should make,
maybe two more as well. One for Betty, and one for Stacy also. After
all, if I were going to do this with Karen's permission, why not go
all the way?
While Karen was still showering, I knocked lightly at Lindas door.
She opened it with a smile.
"What's gong on? Mom isn't in bed yet." She whispered softly, but
excitedly.
"I have something for you to sign and agree to." I said, handing her a
page.
As she turned to read the paper, I followed her into the room, and
closed the door.
"Your Mom and I have agreed. Whenever we want to do what you asked, we
have her permission, as long as you sign this contract. So? What do
youthink?" I asked heatedly.
Linda was still reading, but when she came to he part where she would
be owned physically and mentally by me, she smiled widely.
"Are you sure Mom is alright with this?" She asked in a shocked tone.
"Shhhh." I whispered again. "She is, but your Grandmother probably
won't approve of it."
"If you're absolutely sure, I'll sign it." She said grinning widely.
"But I don't need her to kick me out, afterwards."
"She can't." I said, handing her a pen. "It's my house, and it's in my
name only. I have the final say, on what happens here. Maybe later on,
we can get Stacy to sign a copy too, if you think you can talk her
into it."
"No sweat." Linda beamed, after scribbling her name on the page.
"After we're both done with her, she'll be willing to sign for a
million dollar loan, without any questions at all."
I quickly grabbed the paper, and walked to the door.
"By the way." I said, turning to speak one last thought. "Your Mom's
got to work tonight, so it's going to take place in my bedroom. Okay?"
Gleefully, Linda nodded quickly, before closing the door behind me.
I was already in bed, when Karen reentered the room.
She threw her dirty laundry into the basket in the closet, and stood
in front of the dresser mirror, to brush out her hair.
I waited patiently, for her to notice the signed contract, with
Linda's name on it.
Once she did, she smiled widely, and turned slowly.
"You bastard ... I mean master." She giggled. "When did you get her to
sign it?"
"While you were showering." I stated, with a grin of my own.
"Oh darm." She said, sadly looking down at the paper. "That means,
I'll probbly miss everything tonight."
"You mean .... do you really want to be here for it?" I asked, again
stunned.
"Well naturally." She replied sweetly. "I raised her. I was there for
every important day and episode of her life. I was kind of expecting
to at least watch, from the closet or something."
"It's no wonder that we get along so well. You're just as sick and
perverted as I am." I stated. "Now, what would your mother say to
that?"
"Fuck her." Karen hissed, followed by a wide smile.. " Oh! I almost
forgot. You already did."
"I'll make you a deal." I said quickly, before she had time to
realize, what I was saying. "Maybe I'll just take Stacy tonight, and
wait with Linda, until you're available."
"Fat chance." She said. "But if she agrees, then I really have no
choice. Do I?"
"Not really. But only IF, she agrees." I emphasized.
"I can live with that." She replied, returning to apply her makeup.
Unfortunately, makeup which did little, to help with her looks.
Don't get me wrong, I still cared deeply for her,  in apite of her
hideous looks.
Thruth be told, I felt something unique and special, for each member
of the household. Even though, to a different drgree.


Continued...............


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