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To give you a bit of background:

I am 28 and write sci-fi novels for a living. My novels go straight to paperback so I am not getting rich, but it provides a comfortable living. I also teach a night course on writing at a local junior college.

Family-wise, my father died of a heart attack when he was 48 and my mother is now in a nursing home with dementia; I had to place her there after she became too much for me to handle. My sister got pregnant at 16, had a baby girl, then ran off to Hollywood to make her fortune. I haven't heard from her in three years.

I live in my parents' bungalow with the daughter my sister never wanted - my niece, Annalee. I call her Lee and she calls me Daddy.

Since I write at home it is no problem raising a 4-year-old. The only time I need a baby-sitter is on Friday nights when I am at the college teaching creative writing. In the beginning, I had a high-school girl to watch Lee, but then she graduated and went off to college. Fortunately, the neighbor's kid down the block was 12 and seemed mature enough to watch Lee for the few hours I am away.

I truly believe a child should be taught right from wrong and it is best if they are taught using methods their young minds understand. Unfortunately, in this permissive day and age, not everyone would agree.

Here is what happened:

I asked Cher, "Did Lee give you any trouble tonight?"

"No, Mr. Chase, we watched TV and she went to bed right on time."

I paid Cher $10 and off she went and that was the extent of our relationship every Friday for the first three months.

Then things started to change. One Friday, I was putting on my coat to leave when Cher came into the hallway. "Mr. Chase, do you know Lee is running around half naked without any underpants?"

"Lee! Get in here!"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"Where are your undies?"

"I forgot."

"You know you need to wear them when company comes."

"Yes, sir."

"I will deal with you when I get home." I could see her eyes welling up with tears, but I couldn't let her run around half naked in front of others.

The following week, I was paying Cher for her time. "Mr. Chase," she asked, "What did you mean last week when you told Lee she had to wear undies in front of company? Doesn't she wear them all the time?"

I am not good at lying; I get tongue-tied and stutter something terrible. Besides, I was getting comfortable with Cher around.

"I strongly believe that a child should be raised on the carrot-and-stick philosophy, that of pleasure and punishment. Lee gets a spanking when she is bad and having her little bottom ready for it is just a convenience."

"Is she that bad?"

"No, maybe once or twice a week is all."

That seemed to satisfy Cher, she took the ten and we said our good-nights.

Unfortunately for me Cher, had more questions the following week.

"You said you believe in pleasure and punishment. You told me how you punish, so what do you do for her pleasure?"

"That, my dear, may be over your head. It involves the adult subject of sex."

"I know all about sex, they teach it in school."

"Okay, in a nutshell, I play with her clitoris and give her an orgasm."

"What are those?"

I should have known; they teach abstinence with the federal dollars. I was sorry I ever answered.

"Do you know what vestigial organs are?"

"Like the appendix."

"Yes, or nipples on men. On women it is the clitoris, which is the equivalent of the male penis. Now when the male fertilizes the female he needs to shoot semen deep into the female to mate with the egg. With me so far?"

"Yes, they taught us about fertilizing, but not the shooting part."

"Well the shooting part is called the orgasm and is actually very pleasurable."

"I don't have a penis."

"Yes you do, except on you it is a little button inside your sex, and while it doesn't shoot anything, it is capable of a pleasure-producing orgasm."

For the second time I thought my baby-sitter was satisfied with my answer.

The following Friday she got back on the subject. Oh, how I wished I would have kept my mouth shut in the first place.

"I talked to Lee and she said that she doesn't like the spankings even though she admits sometimes she deserves them, but she loves the pleasure you give her. What did you call it, origami?"

"No, no, origami is paper folding. I said orgasm."

"That's it, orgasm. Anyway, I was wondering if you could treat me like you treat Lee and give me punishment and pleasure too."

"Cher, I don't have time on Friday night to show you punishment and pleasure."

"I'll come over Saturday," she quickly volunteered.

"I am not sure that it would work out well."

"Oh, please, please, please. I will do whatever you want. Just treat me like Lee. Please?"

"Okay, one Saturday. That is it, one Saturday."

Over breakfast I told Lee that Cher would be over because she wanted to experience being treated like I treated her. Lee's only reaction was glee.

"Goody," she yelled.

Cher was over bright and early, wearing a polo shirt and jeans with flip-flops. She went straight to Lee's bedroom. When she came out she was wearing only the polo shirt. Between the age of 4 and 12 there is really only a size difference, but my cock did not see it that way. I took one look at Cher's exposed buttocks and mons and the pressure started growing in my crotch.

I sat them both down in the living room.

"OK," I said, "this is the way it will work. You two are a team. Lee, you show Cher what has to be done around here on a Saturday. If either one of you goofs up, you both get spanked. If you do an exceptional job then you both get pleasured. Does that sound fair to you two?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Yes, Mr. Chase."

Saturdays at our house were spent cleaning. Lee did the inside while I took care of the yard work. Lee did not have to do that much...after all she was only 4...but she dusted and vacuumed as best she could. I prepared lunch and usually did the dishes afterward, but Cher volunteered that day. About two in the afternoon, I came back in the house - sweaty, grass-stained, the usual. I took a shower, dressed and then filled the bathtub.

"Lee! Bath time!"

"Coming Daddy."

They both came into the bathroom. I helped Lee take off her T-shirt and gave her a hand getting into the tub. Next thing I knew Cher was stepping into the tub.

"You don't have to get in," I told her.

"That's OK, I am already there."

I sat on the closed toilet seat and watched the two of them play while admiring Cher's breasts. They were small, but awfully cute, the nipples more red than brown and nicely swollen. Cher was built compact, not fat; I could see her ribs down her chest. One might use the word athletic to describe her, but athletic sounds muscular and she wasn't that either.

I gave the girls 20 minutes then said, "Time to wash." I always wash my niece; she is somewhat remiss when washing herself. She stood up like usual and I scrubbed her down from head-to-toe and all parts in between. She sat down and I poured water over her from a scoop I kept in the bathroom just for that purpose.

"Me next," said Cher and she stood up.

"You can wash yourself."

"No, I want you to do it."

I tell you it was a real pleasure scrubbing that young body down, especially the crotch and buttocks. It was also a pleasure toweling them both down. I helped Lee put on a clean T-shirt while Cher slipped on her old one.

"Come on Daddy, we got to show you this." Lee was pulling me by the hand down to her bedroom.

She opened the door. "Look," she said, "Cher and I did this."

The room was spotless, all the toys were put in the chest, all her books were put on end between the bookends, the bed was made, and the room had been dusted and swept. It had never been that clean for as long as I could remember. "Do we get a pleasure, Daddy?"

"Well I guessed you earned it," I replied.

We all went to the living room and I sat on the couch.

"Me first," Lee said. "I'll show you how it's done," she said to Cher and took off her T-shirt.

She climbed up and sat sideways on my lap. Lee leaned back against the arm rest cushion and spread her legs wide. I slid my hand between her legs and stroked her soft outer lips and she smiled in anticipation of what was to come. I continued petting her sex and every once in a while I would let my middle finger push its way into her slit. Sometimes I took my hand away from the crotch and let it wander up to her chest where I would tweak each of her little nipples, then my hand drifted back down to her sex. She'd open her legs even wider and instead of one finger I rubbed the inside of her sex with two fingers.

I was in no rush; I kept repeating the pattern over and over. Sometimes my finger would find her vagina and push in until it reached the restriction of her hymen. By then she was wiggling around and all juiced up.

"Oh Daddy, touch it." This was a familiar gig we went through every time.

"Touch what?"

"The button, touch the button."

I ran my finger under her hood and pressed on her clitoris. "Is that the button you wanted me to touch?"

She did not answer; she purred like a kitten. I continued to rub, her whole body tightened up and then suddenly released. Then came the sweat and the pumping of her hips along with deep, animal sounds.

Once she settled down, she said, "Thank you, Daddy," then threw her arms around my neck. "That was wonderful."

"I'm next," Cher announced as she peeled off her polo shirt.

She climbed on my lap and laid back with her legs spread like Lee had. I ran my hand down her lower stomach and into her crotch as she giggled and squirmed a bit. There was soft, downy hair along the upper edge of her slit. Her sex slid into the cup of my hand, not quite as soft as Lee's, but smooth nonetheless. Her lips did not quite close together and my finger fell easily within. It was deeper and wider inside then Lee's, but that was to be expected given that she was an all-around bigger girl.

Probably the biggest surprise was it was already wet inside; she must have gotten aroused watching me bring Lee to climax. I treated Cher exactly the same as Lee, except when I got to the nipples I pulled on them until the tiny, whitish center kernels popped up. I slid my finger into her vagina and my second surprise came when I wasn't stopped by a hymen. I backed up and slid two fingers in and still no barrier. I tried three fingers and slid my fingers down to the palm. She moaned and tightened her vagina muscles around my fingers. She was wet and hot down there.

"Has someone played with your sex before?"

"No, never. You're the first, but I like it."

I had read some girls did not have a hymen and I guessed Cher must be one of them.

She screamed when she climaxed. I was afraid one of the neighbors would hear and think I was killing someone then she covered my face with kisses and thrust her tongue into my mouth.

When she finally settled down, I asked, "Where did you learn to do that with your tongue?"

"It was on TV. Isn't that what lovers do?"

I was happy, Cher was happy and Lee was happy. I couldn't ask for a better Saturday than that.

Before she left the following Friday, Cher said she'd see me tomorrow.

"Wait a minute. I said one Saturday only, remember?"

"But you haven't punished me yet."

"You're telling me you actually want a spanking?"

"Sure, I want pleasure and punishment just like Lee."

"It is going to hurt, you know. I do not hold back when I spank Lee."

"I still want to be spanked."

"OK, fine. See you tomorrow."

I wasn't that much against it. My cock looked forward to seeing Cher wearing only a top and I looked forward to spanking that butt of hers. The truth is - I enjoy spanking.

It rained Saturday so I stayed inside and watched the two girls work. They made quite a team and I enjoyed watching their asses wiggle as they worked. I thought that would make a great song... "Wiggle While You Work..." Oh, wait, didn't Disney already do something like that?

At lunch, Lee spilled a glass of soda pop accidentally on purpose. As the two girls were mopping it up, Lee said, "Well Daddy, I guess you will have to punish us."

I took Lee over my knee first and paddled that small round ass of hers until I heard her sobbing. Cher's ass was flatter and broader and I hit her harder and longer than Lee. She finally broke down and cried then I let her up. I ordered both teary-eyed girls back to work and enjoyed even more that the wiggling asses were also a bright pink.

At day's end, both Cher and Lee begged me to continue with having Cher over on Saturdays. Lee pointed out, and it was true, that with Cher's help the house was much cleaner. I did not need much convincing. As I mentioned earlier, I enjoy seeing Cher's pussy and ass. First, I enjoyed playing with her and second, I loved spanking her.

For the next three Saturdays, Cher came over and the house got cleaned. Each Saturday I found reason to either pleasure or punish them, and with each visit Cher became more like family.

The fourth Saturday started out as usual - the girls worked inside and I worked outside.

Early in the afternoon, I finally got all the yard work done. I went inside, stripped and got in the shower. I had just gotten the water to the right temperature when the shower door slid open and there were the two girls, completely naked. Lee looked right at my penis and snickered.

That right there was worth an extra-hard spanking, then Cher said, "We are here to wash you, Mr. Chase. Since you're always washing us we thought we would return the favor." There I stood, my penis rising by the second and I didn't know what to say. Before I could think of anything, they were in with me. Cher washed my torso and arms; Lee washed my legs, but they took turns washing my stiff penis and buttocks. In turn, I washed them.

We got out and dried each other. I looked around for my clothes, but they were not where I left them. The only thing of mine visible was a Hawaiian shirt; one of them had taken it upon herself to do a switcheroo with my clothes.

Cher began giving my 4-year-old a lesson in sex with me as the stage prop. She explained intercourse; that my penis becomes hard in order to penetrate the vagina, or as she explained it, the hole in the bottom of the boat between her legs. She went on to explain about the egg and the sperm and how the penis had to shoot the sperm up to the egg. I smiled at that, thinking how I had taught her that just months ago.

"Can I have intercourse with my Daddy?

"No, you're still too young." Cher answered. "When you get hair on your pussy like me then you know that you are old enough for it."

Where do crazy ideas like that come from? Probably the schoolyard. Then I wondered, what if she is right? I would love to sink my penis into her vagina.

The three of us sat Indian-style with the girls sitting shoulder-to-shoulder in front of me. They were fascinated by my hard penis and wanted to touch it. I figured I could hold my own against a couple of young girls, so I let them. That was a mistake, because my penis had other plans. It came up too sudden to stop; one second everything was fine and the next my cock was spewing forth semen.

The first volley hit Cher in the face, the second and third hit my niece's T-shirt in the chest and stomach areas. Cher wiped it off her face with her finger, then popped her finger in her mouth and sucked off the cum. She turned to Lee, wiped my fluid off her T-shirt with two fingers and held her fingers to Lee's mouth.

"Open up," she said. Lee did and Cher put the semen-soaked fingers in Lee's mouth. Lee's lips turned down as the bitter taste hit home. Cher wiped more of the semen off the T-shirt and held it to Lee's lips again. Lee shook her head. "Take it, and your dad will pleasure you." Lee took it in her mouth based on the promise.

I pleasured them both and we made one small change. While they sat on my lap, they got to hold my penis. It had not recovered from its ejaculation, but the girls were happy to hold it even if it was flaccid.

They decided that from then on, I too would only wear a top on Saturday when I was in the house so they could see my penis. They convinced me it was only fair, not that it took much convincing. Hell, I was flattered they wanted to look at it.

"Can I come over both Saturday and Sunday?" Cher asked.

"Won't your parents mind you being away from home so much?"

"They won't care." She said it so sadly that I went and hugged her.

I had heard from some of the neighbors that Cher's parents were no better than trailer trash and had an overfondness for booze. It was a shame they did not pay more attention to their daughter, she was such a lovely girl. On the other hand, their loss was my gain.

With the house cleaned up on Saturdays that left Sundays for rest and fun. I took the two girls to the ballgames, museums, the amusement park, and the water recreation center on hot days. We also went shopping at the mall and had picnics in the country. Whatever time was left over was devoted to sex. The two girls loved it.

She even came over during the week to play with Lee, which got me wondering if she wanted to play with a 4-year-old, or if she enjoyed running around half-naked in front of me. I hoped it was the latter. I definitely had an attraction for her and I felt confident she was feeling the same for me.

As the days progressed, I began thinking of Cher as part my girl friend, and more and more I thought about the possibility of us coupling, not to have intercourse, but to have the pleasure of her hot and wet vagina wrapped around my cock. I decided I would bring up the possibility if the opportunity ever arose.

I finally called a meeting. "I am changing the rules," I said. "From now on you two will be spanked every Saturday after lunch. This will take care of any transgressions you committed in the week." Both their faces immediately sagged.

"Don't look so glum, because after our community shower you will both be pleasured for all you did right." That brought smiles to their face. "I hope you will show your appreciation for the orgasm by kissing my cock afterward."

"I will, Daddy, I promise."

"Me too."

It worked out well. I made sure I finished my yard work by noon. I tanned their hides, or as I liked to think of it, pinking their butts and enjoyed the sight the rest of the afternoon.

I did notice that when I was pleasuring Cher, Lee was right there intently watching everything. I finally asked her, "Do you want to do this?" Her eyes got saucer big and she asked, "Oh, can I?"

So I took her hand and guided her fingers into Cher's sex. Cher gave Lee a hard stare and I thought for sure she was going to say something, but she laid her head back on the cushion and smiled. Lee, on the other hand, squealed with delight.

During the week, I told Lee that I bet Cher would like it if Lee were to kiss and lick Cher's sex. "Do you really think she would?" Ah, the innocence of youth. We decided that Lee would get on the couch between Cher's legs so she could get her head down to Cher's pussy.

The next Saturday, Lee did as we planned and things went better than I expected. Cher cocked her hip up and pulled Lee's head into her sex. We discussed it afterward and we decided that Lee would love it if Cher did the same thing to her so it ended up that whomever was getting pleasured would have two people doing foreplay.

The girls loved to bring me to climax and play with my semen so it was fun for everyone.

Then Cher's birthday arrived. I could not get over how much Cher had matured since that first day I saw her naked. Her breasts had grown twice their size, the nipples went from being the size of bb gun pellets to the size of the end of Lee's pinky. The wisp of hair on her slit matured into a triangle of coarse, curly hair. She was getting a woman's shape with a narrow waist and flared hips.

"Do you know what I really want for my birthday?" she asked.

"No, what?"

"I want your cock inside me."

Sometimes when you wish for something hard enough, it actually does happen.

The event was a family affair. I lay on the bed; Cher squatted over me and slowly lowered herself down and Lee guided my penis into Cher's vagina. Cher sat on me without moving...just like we planned. It was heaven and I was sure I was in love.

Then we changed tactics again. Both Lee and I got Cher completely aroused, then Cher mounted me and we had intercourse with both of us climaxing. We could not forget Lee so we took turns bringing her to orgasm by licking her sweet, sweet pussy.

When Cher told me she liked being spanked because the burn aroused her, I realized we were soul mates. It was that plus the wonderful feeling of love I got for her every time our flesh merged together. I wanted her for my wife, but there was no way I could wait until she was of legal age so I started looking into relocating the three of us to South American, maybe Argentina or Brazil. We needed to disappear because what I was contemplating would be kidnapping.

And here is how it ended:

It was a one-two punch I did not see coming.

First was the punch to the solar plexus that doubled me over in pain. My sister came back from Hollywood newly married to a movie producer four times her age. She wanted Lee back and since there were no legal binding documents giving me custody in the first place there was no way to fight them.

I was still reeling from that when the punch to the head came, knocking me out. Cher's parents split and Cher was dragged by her mother to another state to live with her grandmother. Within one week I lost the two loves of my life.

I have not written one word for a book since they left. I sit and stare at the computer, but words just don't come to me. I bring the .38 Police Special to my lips and slowly push the barrel into my mouth, tasting the gun oil. I put pressure on the trigger and once again fail, the gun clattering to the desk and I weep for what was and what might have been. Next time...next time for sure, I will have the guts to make the gun go off.

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