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 Gabby and Joey by JimBob

   Introduction and disclaimer.  

(Please Read) This story is a sexual fantasy with explicit descriptions, and if you are not of legal age to read such material in your state or country of residence, you must cease reading now, and go play with your toys or something.  If you are of legal age, you may read and play with anything you chose as long as it is of legal age. The story is written in first person, with the exception of flashbacks, which I will write in whatever suits me.  I will mark flash backs on each end with three *** The story is about two little girls age six and three and their mother, age?, who rents a room to a writer.  He is doing research for, and writing a novel.  There are two neighbor girls who will get into the story at some point.  This first part is a kind of introduction to the main characters.  Following parts will hopefully be shorter and more full of what we all are looking for.  In a story of course, what did you think I meant?  I hope you enjoy the story.

   Gabby and Joey Part One

   The Lady seemed to be quite nice, and the room was all right, but the house reeked of incense.  I had to tell her no.  I was honest with her and told her I had a very sensitive nose, could not tolerate incense, and so I would have to pass her room up.  As I walked out to my car I saw I had one room left to look at.  The address was only about two blocks off the bus route into the main part of town and the library where I could do my research.  I liked that I could use the bus as I did not care to drive in traffic.  It was only a short drive to the next house.  It was a ranch style house on a short cul-de-sac with a similar style home on either side.  It was a family neighborhood with toys and bikes in the front yards.

   As I walked up the sidewalk, I saw a small bike with training wheels, and a little larger bike in the grass beside it.  Both were girl's bikes. I looked at the house on either side and also saw girl's bikes in both  yards, slightly larger ones.  I mounted the porch and rang the bell.  I heard a shout and a bark, and then tthe scampering of small feet heading for the door.  It was opened enough for the dog to get to the screen door, and for two little girls clad in only their little panties to peer up at me.  The little dog was putting on a show of force and threatening me with growls and barks, when a small hand unlatched the screen door and the dog popped out.  The barks turned into cries of terror as it vainly tried to get back in.  It was a little female too.  When I leaned over to touch her she rolled on her back in total surrender and submission.  I picked her up and cuddled and stroked her while the girls and I regarded each other through the screen.  "Is your Mom home?" I finally asked.

   My question was answered by Mom appearing at the door.  She looked to be in her late twenties, and was rather pretty, with a slightly buxom figure.  "Can I help you?" She asked, eyeing the little dog in my arms frantically wiggling and trying to kiss my cheeks as I cuddled and petted her.

   "I came to ask about the room." I held up the paper with the ad circled.

   "Oh, that was a mistake.  It should have said.  "Only females need apply."

   I looked at her in shock for a long moment, feeling terribly rejected.  Hey, I was already in love with her two little girls.  I looked down at the dog.  "Well, I guess I better give this little Princess back to your girls." There were two gasps from the girls.  Then, "Mommy, Mommy!  He knows her name!  Just like Daddy did!"

   "He probably heard you call her name."

   "No Mommy!  We didn't call her.  We didn't talk to him either, because he is a stranger." The two girls tugged on her skirt and hand to drag her back from the door.

   "Excuse us for a moment," Mom said.  "Family conference." I could still hear voices, but not what was said.  The bigger girl did most of the talking.  I cradled Princess on my arm and scratched her tummy.  The little dog melted into my arm.  Then the girls and mom were back.  "I've been outvoted, so you can look at the room.  It is kind of feminine, but I have other curtains and a different bedspread, so we can change that." 

"I have references, not many, because I haven't been out of the nest long." I handed her the sheet of paper as she opened the screen door for me.  

"You can keep that copy, I have more." 

"Let's see if the room suits you first.  Your name is Jim Johnson?  Mine is Marge Roberts.  The girls are Gabby and Joey."

   "Yep, Jim is right, Marge.  I call myself a writer.  I've had a couple of novels published, and some articles that I am getting royalty money from, so the rent will not be a problem." At this point, the girls came out of a door in the hall we were just entering.  I assumed that was their bedroom since they now had shirts and shorts on.  There were five doors down the hall, I assumed four bedrooms and a bath.  

Marge opened one door.  "Here is the bath you will use.  You will have to share it some with my girls, but we will use my bathroom for baths and such."

   "I don't spend much time in the bathroom, so the girls can share it with me if you want.  No problem there for me."

   My bedroom was next door to the girls room, and two doors down from the door Marge had indicated was her bedroom.  As I entered what would be my room I was impressed by the good light in the room.  My hobby was etching, and the light was fine for that.  It was a nice big room and would handle my small computer desk easily.  

"I'll take it." I said, before she could change her mind.  I noticed a connecting door to the girl's room, with a key sticking out on my side .  

"Thats our room through there!" The bigger girl said.  

"Well, I'll keep that door locked.  I don't want you girls getting me in the middle of the night!" 

“AW, girls don't get boys!" The big girl said it, but the little one looked a little disturbed by what I said.  I decided to change the subject.  "What's your name?" I asked the bigger one.

"My name is Gabby!"

"Um, because you talk so much?" I caught Marge's grin and winked at her.

"NO!  Silly!  It's short for Gabrielle.  Her name is Joey!"

"I know, I know...  Short for Joseph!"

"HUFF!" She emitted a big exasperated sigh.  "NO!  It is short for Josephine!  She is a GIRL!" She looked at her mother, and spread her arms and rolled her eyes at having to deal with this jerk.  Marge just grinned at me.

"When do you want to move in?" She asked.

"How about this afternoon?  I don't have much stuf."

"This afternoon will be fine." We shook hands.

"We're gonna have fun." I patted little Joey on the head and Gabby on the butt as I went past.  "I had two little sisters just like you two.  We fought all the time." I winked at Marge as she let me out the door.  I was halfway to my car when both I and the girls realized I still had a totally relaxed little dog on one arm.  I wheeled around and deposited the dog inside to stop the wails and shouts of the two girls.  "Sorry about that,"  I told them, but got only scowls in return.  I shrugged my shoulders and got out of there.

   And that is how one of the strangest times of my life began.

   I had lots of help moving into my room.  The girls were interested in my computer and printer, which I promised to show them how it worked when I had it up and running.  They even helped me unpack my clothes and store them, and laughed at my jockey type shorts, which Gabby held up and called my "panties." One thing that caught my eye was when Gabby was showing off my shorts, she stuck a finger from the inside out through the fly opening, in imitation of a miniature cock.  I thought she and Joey were laughing at a secret joke until she caught me watching her.  Then she got a little flustered and quickly got rid of the shorts.  I filed that little show away to be investigated later.

   After I was settled in for a few days, he little girls and I sat together on the couch and watched TV children's programs while Marge was cooking dinner, Joey was on my lap right away.  When she wore shorts or a short dress, I would stroke and caress her little bare thighs when Marge was out of the room, sometimes getting my fingers up to her panties.  Gabby was jealous of her little sister getting all my attention, and would cling to my side, and I would rub her little thighs too.  The girls were soon used to my touches and Gabby especially showed signs of responding to my semi-intimate touches.  As my hands rubbed close to her panties, she spread her legs to accommodate my rubbing fingers.  After supper the girls and I would clear the table and I would load the dishwasher while Marge gave the girls their baths.  Then I volunteered to read the girls a story in their bed while Marge had a little quiet time to herself.  Once again I had an ulterior motive and got in more semi-innocent feels.

   Marge soon got into the habit of leaving the girls with me when she had errands to run.  We got along very well, and Marge enjoyed her time free of the clingy girls.  The whole little family was still grieving for their husband and father, killed in an accident six months earlier.  I also found out about Daddy knowing Princesses name.  It seems they got the little dog
at the pound a few months before, and Daddy had said, "Let's take this little Princess." They later made contact with the lady who had to give the dog up because of allergies, and the lady told them she had named the dog "Princess" when she first got her.  Lucky me!

   I also met the two girls in the houses on either side of Marge's house.  Maria was the daughter of a Mexican "immigrant" and was a pretty little eleven-year-old.  The other was Caroline, the nine-year-old daughter of a poor white family from the mountains in Kentucky.  The bigger girls played together most of the time, but on rare occasions would allow Gabby, and sometimes even little Joey to "hang out" with them.

   One night Marge was invited to a party and could not get her elderly lady over to baby-sit the girls.  I could see she really wanted to get going so I told her I thought I could handle a three and six year old for an evening and she should go.  She went and left the girls with me. Nothing was discussed about baths, so I sent the girls in for their bath at their usual time.  I figured the girls would find some excuse to lure me into the bath room and I was right.  I got the call, so I put down my book and strolled into the bathroom.  Gabby was already naked and standing in the tub, hiding behind the shower curtain.  Joey was sitting on the floor in only her panties, crying because she had pulled the laces in one sneaker into a knot and couldn't get the shoe off.  I helped her get rid of the shoe and the panties and lifted her naked little body into the tub.  Did her naked little body slip, causing me to have to clutch her naked little parts between her legs to catch her?  Gabby's gasp was louder than Joey's giggle as I let my fingers slide up over her pussy as I lowered her into the tub.  

"Jim!" Gabby yelled, "Pick me up like that!"

   "All right, one time only just to be fair." Since she was now sitting in the tub and was more slippery...  That's what I told her anyway, I had to wiggle my fingers around over her pussy, and up inside a bit, to get a proper hold.  Gabby wriggled and giggled hysterically as I picked her up and brought her up before my lips and blew a long bubbly fart onto her round little belly, and then another one lower down as she struggled to get away.  Joey began to clamor for a good turn like that as I let Gabby back down into the water, my finger still caressing her clit as her bottom went into the water.  Then I picked Joey back up in the same way and felt her up as I blew raspberry farts on her belly.  Since I gave her three farts, Gabby yelled that was unfair and both kids got a couple more turns, with farts blown right above their little slits.  Having given the girls their thrills for the night, I refused all their entreaties for MORE, and told them to wash up and I would check them out to see if they were clean.

   I did not leave the bath this time, but sat on the stool and watched them splash and play.  There wasn't much washing going on, but I was enjoying the sight and the soapy water splashing on them was making them clean.  I admired my little charges as they played.  Joey was a petite little three year old, cute as could be, brown hair down to her shoulders, brown eyes, little turned up nose and rosebud lips.  Her little body had lost most of the baby fat and she had a small flat chest, fat protruding belly and slim hips and upper thighs.  She had learned that piercing shriek that little girls use on their bigger siblings to gain equality, and occasionally a small advantage.  Gabby and I both cringed when she let one go.  I'll swear, they even made Princess cover her ears.

   At six, Gabby was twice the size of her sister, same fair complexion, same brown hair and eyes, but she had started filling out, and her figure was more girlish and softer than her tough and active little sister.  She also had a calmer personality and was more timid in my company, usually following her little sister rather than leading her.

   Both girls missed their daddy very much, and clung to me and begged for my attention.  Whenever I sat, one or both little girls often occupied my lap.  It was becoming hard for me to keep my petting innocent so as to not alert and alarm their mother.  Tonight I had taken liberties and chances, but the girls were vying so hard for my attention that they did not seem to notice my intimate touching.

   Finally, the girls complained that the water was getting cold and both stood up waiting for their towels.  Modesty seemed to have fallen by the wayside during the course of the bath.  I carefully wrapped their fluffy bath towels around them and lifted them out, Gabby first, and then Joey.  I rubbed Joey's little body dry and then wrapped the towel around her, as the girls had neglected to bring fresh panties and their PJ's into the bath. Then I pulled a more than willing little Gabby between my knees and did a through job of wiping her down, paying special attention to her round little butt cheeks and the crease between them as well as the little mound under her belly.  I asked her if her mom had told her to wipe those parts clean, and she nodded.  I asked her what she called those parts and she answered, "My ass and my pussy!" Without any sign of inhibition, She told me her ass was for going "poo" and her pussy was for making "pee-pee." She told me that her sister sometimes had accidents like a baby, but not so many since she was three.  She, herself never had accidents, she told me.

   When I finished drying Gabby, I ushered both naked little girls into their bedroom where they snatched their gowns off the bed and we got them on.  Then with a squeal, Joey announced we forgot their panties, and Gabby dug a pair for each of them out of their underwear drawer.  I held the panties for Joey to step into while she held my shoulder with one hand, and her nightgown up to her neck with the other hand.  Gabby wanted the same treatment, so I humored her, though I knew she could have done it by herself.  Just for a little drama, I switched Gabby's panties around and put them on backwards, causing Gabby to voice her disgust at how dumb I was.  But she didn't notice that I got twice as many views of her neat little pussy than if I had done it right.  I read the girls a story while they shared my lap in one of the big chairs, and then chased them off to bed. Then I took my shower, cleaned the bathroom and went to bed.

   I was awakened a couple of hours later by a crying Joey.  She had a bellyache, and I could see she was suffering from colic like cramps, so I pulled her into bed and laid her little body on my stomach and chest, after pulling her nightgown up so our bare bellies touched.  Lying with her skin against mine, her belly got nice and warm, and soon the cramps had eased, and under my soothing hands rubbing her back, she relaxed and went to sleep. So did I.

   The next thing I knew was the flash of lights in my eyes.  I finally focused on Marge standing over me, hands on hips.  In answer to her, "What the Hell are you doing to my daughters?" I had no answer.  My sleep befuddled brain took a few moments to come around to the present from the erotic dream I had been totally involved with.  Lucky for me, my erection that had been pushing up between little Joey's thighs rapidly deflated and retreated back into my pajama bottoms from which it had sprung, leaving no trace behind.

   I explained to the mom how her still innocently sleeping little daughter had come to me with a bellyache, and how I had taken care of it as I had done for my little siblings when I was in charge of them.

   "What about that?" Marge asked, pointing down at my left side.

   "Huh?" I rolled my head and looked.  "That" was a tousled head on my left shoulder!  I gave a startled jerk, and almost lost Joey.  "Gabby!  How the heck..."

   Marge pulled the covers off of us.  It looked bad.  I was naked down to my low slung pajama pants, Joey had her gown bunched up at her neck, her almost nude little body on my bare chest and stomach, little white panties keeping her barely decent, as they were low on her hips so our stomachs would have more contact.  Gabby had crawled in beside me sometime after I went to sleep, and had captured an arm and pulled it around her and held my hand flat on her little round tummy, my finger tips just touching the waistband of her panties as her gown was bunched up around her neck too. No wonder I was having erotic dreams.  All that bare little girl flesh touching my body!  I told Marge how I thought it had all happened.

   Marge started laughing.  "Knowing my girls, I can see all that happening, just that way." 

She said.  "Neither girl will let the other get ahead of them.  Gabby must have woke up, missed Joey, and went looking for her.  My bedroom light was on, so she looked in there first."

   "Then you're not going to kill me?"

   "No, not tonight.  Let's get these girls back into their own bed."

   "Good idea.  My left arm is asleep." Marge picked up Joey and I got a mumbling, protesting Gabby into my arms and we tucked them back into their own beds and then after a goodnight from Marge, I stumbled back into my lonely bed.  Well, I did still have a sleeping Princess in my bed until she woke up, sniffed around for her girls, and then she left me too.

   I was almost back to sleep when I heard my door creak again, and heard footsteps approaching my bed.  I caught a whiff of the scented bath oil that Marge used.  I rolled to face her and she lifted the covers and slipped into bed beside me.  I was too shocked to say anything for a moment. Finally I managed, "This must be my lucky night!"

 Marge said, "Shut up and kiss me." As her nice naked breasts pushing against my chest as her lips mashed into mine for a long grinding kiss that left us both breathing hard.  My hands found her back and her butt.

  "Damn, I wanted to do this ever since I saw my girls in bed with you." Her hand snaked it's way down my belly, under my pajama waistband and circled my now semi erect shaft.  She stroked it to an erect state.  It didn't take much.  We kissed again, a long open mouth, tounge-clashing effort.  My other hand slid down between our bodies, finding her wet sex.  I was delighted to find it shaved bare and smooth.  

"You like my girl's little naked bodies, don't you." It was more a statement than a question.

   Obviously, she had guessed my secret.  I decided to come clean.  "Yeah, I'm guilty.  I like all naked female bodies, and bare little girls have a special attraction."

   "OH, I was so hot when I saw you in bed with my two little girls!  I wanted to jump in with you and fuck you silly!" She opened my pajama waistband and with my help, got rid of them.  I vowed to sleep bare-assed from now on.

   "Why didn't you?"

   "Because it was all so innocent.  The girls were all snug in their nighties and panties, not like when I walked in on my husb..."

   Ah, now that was an interesting little slip of the tongue!  "When your husband what?"

   "When my husband was giving the girls a bath.  He was standing by the tub with his pants and underwear around his ankles.  And Gabby and Joey were taking turns licking his cock.  They couldn't even get the head into their mouths, they just sucked part of the head in, and then they licked it all over and around the rim.  He liked that.  I know that, because I've done it."

   "Um, what did you do?  When you saw them, I mean."

   "It was so fucking sexy!  I watched them for a while.  Roger was sure enjoying himself, and when he came, he shot his cum on both of their little bodies, He had done that before, because they weren’t' surprised or anything, they just rubbed the stuff over each other and giggled.  Then he rinsed them off and that is when I sneaked away.  We had a wild screw that night, after I told him I had seen him and the girls.  He said he wanted all of us in bed together the next night."

   "Wow!  What happen that next night?"

   "Nothing.  He ran a stop light on his way to work and got creamed by a garbage truck.  I don't think his mind was on his driving." She spoke calmly, but I could see the pain in her eyes.

   "Bummer!  You and the girls must really miss him."

   "Oh yes!  More than you could ever know!" Marge had been slowly stroking me to a full, almost painful erection as we talked, and now she bent her head over my mid section and took me deeply into her warm, wet mouth.  I gasped at the shock and surge of sensation and desire as every nerve ending in my organ was brought to full attention.  Marge really knew her stuff.  Her tongue got busy and soon I was feeling flashes of hot fire in places I didn’t even know I had.  I felt the need to do something...

   I gathered my senses and pushed her off of me and onto her back.  "I have to taste you," I muttered.  I crawled between her legs as she spread them for me.  I had touched her and I knew she was bare, but her lips were as smooth and soft as a baby's butt.  I bent and ran my tongue over and between them.  Not a trace of stubble.  I wondered about that as I got down to the task at hand...  at mouth?

   I went for her clit and my tongue tip coaxed the hard bud out from the folds.  I licked and pummeled her clit with a sharp tongue tip, and when it was standing erect, and she bucked her hips and cried out, I licked down between the smooth lips and into them to taste her juices.  Now vaginal juices and scents are much lighter and milder in pre-pubic girls than in older girls and women, which is why I preferred the little ones for cunnilingus.  Not to mention the bristly hairs between your teeth.  There was none of this with Marge, and I enjoyed doing the licking almost as much as she enjoyed me doing it.

   She had several orgasms before I moved on up her body and our sex organs actually touched for the first time.  She reached down between our bodies and took hold of me to guide me into her.  I pushed into her hot, slick sheath until my pubis mashed her clit and Marge gave a little cry of delight at that shock of stimulation.  After a few moments pause to enjoy the feel of a mature woman's vagina around my rampant cock, I started a slow pump in and out.  Marge wrapped her legs around my body and used her heels in my flanks to dictate the speed and degree of penetration for each stroke, and we were soon having us a merry little romp in the hay.

   Marge turned out to be a vocal lover, and I expected to see her two little girls wake up and come to see what all the ruckus was.  But the girls were tired from the day's activities, and they slept through it all.
Marge and I started out in control and pretty much in sync, but after a couple of small climaxes, things started to get a little wild.  I ended up with one of my better orgasms, but it did take the scratches on my back and backside a few days to stop being sore.  Marge tended to kind of lose it on that final big orgasm when I came too and to be fair, I got a little wild myself.  Wild orgasms are kind of contagious, you know.

   Marge and I were a little breathless when we finished, and as we relaxed and recovered our breath, we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

   Sometime later in the night I rolled away from Marge as her nude body cuddled up to my chest was causing me to become uncomfortably warm. Hearing muttered protests, and feeling movement against my right side, I rolled that way and felt a small nude body glued to that side.  "Joey?" A muttered grumble answered me.  I felt a little farther over the body.  No panties either.  As I brought my arm back up, it crossed over a little bigger arm around Joey's middle.  I followed it to its source and found a naked little shoulder.  I ran my hand down the bare little side to the flank and then upper thigh.  Again, I felt only bare skin.   "Gabby?" A sleepy little girl mutter was my only answer.

   Well now!  Here I am surrounded by naked female flesh.  A naked mom and her equally naked two daughters, who, I was fairly sure, she had tacitly if not actually given me permission to molest just within the last hour. Suddenly, I was wide-awake.  I also had the fastest erection I ever had.  I reached for and captured Joey's little body and hauled it up over mine and laid her face down on top of my chest again.  She sleepily mumbled a complaint when I picked her up, but settled happily down on my stomach and chest.  She seemed ever happier when I slid her down until my hard, hot erection was sticking up at the junction of her thighs.  With her knees spread wide on the outsides of my thighs, her hot little slit was wide spread and her clit was pressed against the top of my hard shaft.  She liked that feeling.

   With the loss of Joey's warmth, Gabby came seeking mine, and I gathered her up tight to my side with my right arm.  As she cuddled up to my side, my right arm went around her naked little body and my big hand found and caressed and explored her bare little butt cheeks.  One finger explored the crack between and pressed in to explore the opening in there.

   Meanwhile, my left hand was covering little sister Joey’s even smaller butt and a finger was caressing her little anal entry.  Both little girls were letting me know they enjoyed the attention by their little sighs and grunts of approval, and by the way their bodies tensed and relaxed in accord with my hand and finger pressure.  Joey's little pussy lips were damp against my cock, and her little clit was erect and hard with the slight rubbing as I flexed my hips slowly and pushed her tight against me with my hand on her rear.  All of this was taking place without awakening their sleeping mother cuddled up close against my left side.  Could it get any better than this?

   Well, yes it could.  Apparently my exploring of Gabby's butt crack was too much for her even in her half asleep state, and she grunted in protest, and then rolled her body over to get her butt away from my hand.  Ah, now that rotated her little pussy around under my searching fingers, and soon my fingers were exploring the folds of her little private part.  I found and rubbed her little clit very gently, and she responded by murmuring her pleasure, and started thrusting out against my finger.  Wow!  I had soundly fucked the mother a couple of hours ago, and now I was pleasuring her two sleepy little girls.  Gabby laid her cheek on my upper arm and cooed in her sleep as I stroked the little clit until I felt her spasms and she pulled
my fingers away and pulled my hand up to hold her smooth, round little belly in my palm.  This was so soothing that we joined the others in a deep sleep.

   I awoke with a start to see Marge leaning over me, supported on one elbow and holding the covers up with her other hand, exposing naked little Joey still spread out on my lower chest and belly, my morning erection peeping up between her little thighs.  Gabby's nude little body between my spread out palm on one side with her little butt tight up against my side.  Marge was shaking her head.

   "Hey," I said.  " You brought them with you.  They must have watched us, because they were horny as Hell when they woke me up!"

   Our voices woke Joey up and she sleepily greeted her mother by saying she had to go potty.  Marge sat up and picked the little one up, and said, "now don't you and Gabby dally around too long.  I'll get her dressed and we will have breakfast in about an hour.  "She stood with Joey's naked body held against her nakedness and headed for the bathroom.

   Gabby rolled over and sat up as soon as they were gone.  She had been playing possum.  She lifted up the covers and regarded my naked front and still hard erection.  "I want to get on top!" she said.

   I patted my stomach.  "Be my guest."

   She looked at me quizzically.  "Climb on." I told her, and she did, fitting her hot little crotch right down hard against my cock.  Yes!  I figured we had a good half hour to kill.

   To be continued in part two.