Poster's note: I'm not sure if this 'extended' version has been posted before,

I think I found it on Mr. Double's site (www.mrdouble.com - worth a visit).

I'm only posting it here by request, please send all comments to the author,

Clayton <clayton@nym.alias.net>.

I'm not connected in any way with the CJ in the story. :-) -- CJ

 

Copyright (c) 1997, Clayton, ALL Rights Reserved

Clayton's Children - The Babysitter (Mggg, cons, inc)

By Clayton or <clayton@nym.alias.net>

Copyright (c) Clayton 1997. Permission is given to freely distribute this

document electronically, providing the entire document is preserved intact

and no monies, beyond normal board or site membership charges, are charged

for its distribution. (Ken Nestle, this means you.)

Warning: This story contains descriptions of sex between an adult male and

preteen children. If this is not your cup of tea stop reading now.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No illegal activity described

herein was carried out, this document details fantasies that took place

late at night when I was alone in bed. I firmly believe that no fifteen

minutes of pleasure is worth the innocence of a child. Besides, I derive

much pleasure from the company of children, playing with them or simply

watching them at play, I am not going to risk this for any momentarily

heightened sense of pleasure.

If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got to tell you to

go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense says you're going to ignore me, so

don't blame me if you go blind, your parents find you in possession of

this document or your cum causes your space bar to stop working.

If this type of material is illegal in your city, state, country, then see

above, substituting "law enforcement agency" in place of "parents".

If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right, or any other

such control group then read on, my aim is to offend you as much as

possible. People like you who would force others to fit your narrow minded

little world views are a blight upon the landscape. My personal philosophy

is that of "Rational Anarchy" ie. anyone should feel free to do as they

please such that their actions do not adversely impact on the lives of

others.

Introduction: Primus - The origin of the title: Over the years I have

found myself looking after a large number of children, many of whom have

at one time or another developed severe crushes on me. As time went by I

discovered that I en- joyed their company more and more, often I found

myself with them, discussing the intricacies of the transformers,

comparing various superheros against one and other, and spending less time

with their parents. Finally someone remarked that the children might as

well be mine. And so my Clayton's children came to be, "The child you're

having when you're not having a child."

Secundus - This is a story of make believe, it describes what might have

been in a very different world. If you feel an uncontrollable desire to

carry out the activities described in this type of story, the stop reading

now and seek professional help.

Tertius - You might find this story to be a little long winded for your

tastes and too much prose separating the 'Rumpety, Pumpety'. Well too bad,

I'm starting to get just a little sick of those stories in which the

narrator has their partner undressed by the third paragraph, has them

orgasming in the fifth and is working on their second encounter or their

next partner by the tenth.

Quatrius - I hope you find my choice of phrasing to be an improvement over

some recent stories that I have seen in the newsgroups, these stories

appear to have been written either cut and paste or by an AI. If the

former then shame on you and if the latter then I commend you and urge you

to improve your algorithm to include more descriptive phrases and less

repetition.

 

Clayton's Children - The Babysitter

Chapter 1 - Shanghaied

"Hey Greg!" my mate, CJ call's from across the room, "Are you doing

anything this afternoon?"

"No, why?" as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them.

"Good, you can give me a lift over to the ex's." he says and I groan.

"Why can't you catch the bloody bus?" I grumble half heartedly.

"What do you think I keep you for?" He grins back at me through his bushy

beard. "Besides, there's a couple of cones in it for you." he continues,

waving a baggie beside his ear.

"You've talked me into it." I grin back, "When do you want to leave?"

"Oh, in about four or five cones." he replies, retrieving the scissors

from under the cushion of his chair. He pulls the old speaker, that we use

for a table, between his legs and grabs the bowl and bong from inside the

enclosure.

"Here, dry these." he says, tossing a couple of cigarettes in my

direction.

I catch one as it passes my ear, and pick up the other from between my

legs as he starts to cut up the stick. I run the cigarettes through a

lighter flame, driving off all the excess moisture. When I'm done, I lean

over and lay them on top of the speaker, next to the bowl and sit back to

wait for CJ to finish.

A little later, he picks them up and crumbles them into the bowl, mixing

the finely chopped green into tobacco. He quickly packs the cone and

setting his lips to the neck of the bong, lights it and pulls the sweet

smoke deep into his lungs. Then while holding the smoke in, he packs the

cone again and passes it to me.

"Thanks." I say and light up, pulling hard to clear a seed that blocks the

stem.

I hand the bong back to CJ and lean back in the chair, savouring the

sensation, as the smoke does its work and my head starts to spin. "Good

stuff." I gasp.

"Is there any other kind?" he says as he packs the cone. Waving the bong

in the direction of the door, he asks, "Should we?"

I wrinkle my nose, "I guess we'd better."

"Danny," he cries in a breathy whisper, "Danny, ... Danny." He waits a few

seconds, "I called him. You heard me, didn't you?"

"Yes." I assent and he lifts the bong to his lips.

Then just as he's about to light up, the door opens and Danny sticks his

ugly face through the door. "Must be my pipe." he says, coming in and

closing the door behind him. "You two are bastards, you know? You come

into my house and you use my smoking room and my bong. Who's cigarettes

did you use?" he asks, then catching the half grin on CJ's face, he goes

on, "And my bloody cigarettes too."

"We called." CJ objects, "Didn't we Greg?"

"Yes." I agree solemnly.

"Yeah right. Give me that fucking bong." Danny snatches it from CJ's hand.

"And get out of my fucking chair."

CJ relinquishes his place and pulls the speaker over to a new seat in the

least comfortable chair in the room. Danny sits down and snatches the

proffered lighter from my hand. He lights the bong and punches it, before

throwing the lighter back at me, hard enough to sting, when it impacts in

my palm.

Over the next twenty minutes or so, we polish off the mix and move out

into the lounge to listen to a little Hawkwind. No sooner do I take my

seat, than a semi-guided organic missile leaves its place in front of the

television and launches itself into my lap.

Sandy's feet come perilously close to the family jewels, as she stands up

and entangles both of her chubby fists in my beard. With a quick jerk, she

pulls my head forwards and playfully snaps at my nose. On the third snap,

her forehead impacts painfully against mine and I jerk backwards,

grimacing as her hands in my beard pull me up short.

She giggles as I rub my forehead with one hand and extricate her fingers

from my beard with the other. I then proceed to make munching noises as I

pull her tiny fists to my mouth.

Shrieking, she pulls her fists from my grasp and plumps down into my lap,

her nappy thankfully lessening the impact. She then extends a single

finger towards me. I snap at it and she jerks it back with a painfully

shrill, shrieking giggle. Over and over again, I snap at her tiny finger,

rewarded each time with another piercing shriek.

Finally I trap her hand in mine and pull it to my mouth, easily taking the

small fist between my teeth, where I proceed to give it a generous coating

of spit.

Danny and CJ laugh at her disgusted expression and when I release her

hand, she jerks it back and wipes it on the front of her t-shirt. A few

seconds later a look of concentration appears on her face and I feel a

spreading dampness in my lap.

Looking down, I see that the little minx has pulled the leg of her

plastics to one side and her pee is seeping through her nappy to soak me.

"Sandy!" I cry in and outraged tone.

Her only response is to giggle and pull her nappy far enough aside to

squirt the last few dribbles directly onto my crotch.

By this time CJ and Danny have worked out what is going on and are

laughing uproariously, Danny on the floor in front of his chair.

"Here," I say, rising from my seat. Holding Sandy at arm's length, I move

to stand in front of Danny, "She's your daughter."

"Uh-uh," he returns with a grin, "it's your fault, you clean her up."

Tucking the dripping toddler under my arm, I head for her bedroom,

grabbing a wet cloth from the bathroom on the way. Once there, I strip her

plastic pants off and drop them on the floor, beside the bucket and

unfasten the pins, holding her nappy on. I drop the saturated square of

cloth in the bucket and toss her, shrieking, onto the bed.

As I kneel beside her bed, she seizes her toes in her fingers and presents

her tiny pussy to me. I quickly wipe the outside of her slightly reddened

vulva and her dimpled bottom clean with the cloth. I then use the fingers

of my free hand to separate her baby labia.

For a few seconds, I gaze at the glistening pink crevasse between them,

marvelling at her tiny clitoris, the size of a grain of rice, hidden

behind its hood. An inch lower down, the opening of her little vagina

winks at me. I then slowly wipe the last traces of piss from between her

plump pussy lips.

She smiles at me, from between her knees, as I allow a fingertip to brush

over her tiny clit and down the smooth valley separating her fat labia.

Then as I use the cloth to unnecessarily clean the tiny pucker of her

little pink anus, I wet the little finger of my other hand in my mouth and

press the tip against her tiny vaginal opening, feeling it open up to

accept me and clasp half of the first joint in an exquisite embrace.

Dropping the cloth, I gently remove and reinsert my finger tip, while she

makes little cooing giggles of pleasure. Inside my pants, my cock hardens,

painfully confined within my tight jeans.

Leaning forwards, I plant a wet kiss on her puffy labia and flick the tip

of my tongue over her now hard little clit. Rising, I withdraw my finger

and pop it into my mouth, savouring the sweet taste of her baby juices.

Rising, I adjust my straining cock into a more comfortable position as I

go and get a nappy from the hanger beside the door. When I turn back Sandy

is rubbing her fingers back and forth over her tiny little clitoris,

cooing with pleasure. For a few moments, I stand there, watching the

beautiful, eighteen month old toddler happily masturbating.

Dropping back to my knees, I lower my head and drool a small gob of

spittle onto her busy fingers. Then wetting my finger, I once more

insinuate the tip into the warm clasp of her tiny vagina, stopping when

the tip reaches the thin membrane of her hymen.

With short, quarter inch strokes, I gently finger fuck the little girl,

the motions of her fat little fingers become faster and faster as she

approaches her climax. Within thirty seconds, her cherubic face screws up

in a grimace of ecstasy and I feel a rhythmic squeezing and relaxation as

her tiny vagina contracts on the tip of my little finger.

Gently extricating my finger from the sweet moistness of her young vagina,

I lift it to her lips. She opens her mouth and eagerly accepts the

proffered digit, contentedly suckling, long after all traces of her

delicate juices are gone.

I lower my face between her chubby thighs and apply my tongue to the tight

pucker of her baby arsehole. She releases my finger with a cooing giggle

as I slowly drag my tongue upwards over the tiny entrance to her vagina,

tasting the sweet, delicate juices that seep from within. I give a final

flick to her softening clitoris with the tip of my tongue and look up into

her smiling face. Smiling back as she fights to keep her eyes open.

Rising on shaky legs, I use a corner of the nappy to dry her sweet vulva.

Then folding it, I slip it beneath her dimpled bottom and pin it in place.

Slipping a clean pair of plastics on her, I lift her smiling, tired body

into my arms. She throws her arms around my neck and holds her smiling

face up to me, her lips pursed as she waits for me to kiss her.

I deliver the kiss and she rests her head on my shoulder, snuggling her

face into my neck. Within seconds, she is emitting tiny, little snores and

I pull back the covers and lower her to the pillow. Pulling up the covers

I kiss her flushed cheeks and look into her smiling face for a few

seconds.

I gather up her damp plastics and take them and the cloth through the

kitchen to the laundry. On my return, I meet Angela, Sandy's mother,

coming in through the front door and I rush to help her carry the shopping

through to the kitchen.

"Where's Sandy?" she asks, gazing down at the damp patch on my groin. "I

see She's piddled on you again." she says with a grin.

"Yeah, as a pay back for licking her hand." I grin back, "I just put her

down for a nap." I say, waving a bag in the direction of the partially

closed door to Sandy's bedroom.

"I don't know how you do it." Angela says, shaking her head as she peers

in on her somnolent daughter. "It takes me forever to get her settled."

"Hammersthetic." I joke.

"I can almost believe you." she says, "Where's Danny?"

"In there with CJ." I say, indicating the closed door of the smoking room.

"I might have known." She says, "He better have left some for me this

time."

Together, we enter the room and Angela takes a seat in Danny's lap as I

drop into the chair beside CJ. He hands the bong to Angela, then takes

only the cone when she extends it back towards him. Packing it, he drops

it back into the stem and she smokes the second pipe.

He then gives me two, which finishes off the mix. "O.K. lets go." he says

to me, rising from his chair. "But you'd better get changed first."

We say our goodbyes and head next door to my place, where I clean myself

up and put on a fresh change of clothes. Grabbing my keys, we go out to my

car and I follow his directions to his ex-girlfriend's house.

Chapter 2 - Alison and Rene

I pull up in front of a neat brick veneer. Though obviously built by the

housing commission, it has a much more homey look and feel than many of

the other, almost identical, houses in the street. Instead of a bare lawn,

it sports a well-tended garden, that is a riot of colour, and many young

trees break up the stark lines of the house. The porch is a solid mass of

greenery, with rank after rank of ferns and orchids almost totally

obscuring the wrought iron rack that supports their pots. Hanging from the

eaves, geraniums, maiden hair ferns and plants that I can not name,

further serve to give the 'efficiently' designed house character.

I see a curtain twitch in one of the windows as we make our way up the

concrete path to the front door. Before CJ can knock, it is flung open

forcing him to dodge backwards as the screen door flies open in his face.

With shrieks of "Daddy!", two juvenile bundles of energy launch themselves

at CJ as he crouches and gathers them into his arms. Now that they are

relatively motionless, they resolves themselves into two blonde beauties.

The elder looks to be about nine or ten years old and after kissing her

father on the cheeks, she looks up at me brazenly. The younger of the two,

who is about five, huddles closer to CJ and peers suspiciously past his

shoulder to look at me.

"Who's he?" she asks pointing at me.

"Don't point." CJ says, "You'll poke holes in the air and trip up the

fairies."

Both girls giggle, though the elder of the two rolls her eyes, as if she

had heard the joke more than once before. Stubbornly, the five year old

repeats, "Who's he?"

"Girls, this is Greg." CJ informs them, "Greg, this is my daughter,

Alison." The older girl, grins up at me and extends her hand towards me. I

take it in mine and as I shake it, I feel her middle finger curl between

our hands and scratch my palm. My eyes widen and her grin widens to match,

the tip of her tongue protruding from between her lips and moistening

them.

"And this is Rene." he says, trying to turn the shy five year old towards

me, but she just clings tighter to him and buries her face against his

neck.

"Hi CJ." a woman's voice causes me to look up and I drop Alison's hand

like a hot potato as I gaze into the stunning blue eyes of a bombshell

blonde. She notices my hasty action and a brief smile flickers across her

lips, but all she says is. "Well aren't you going to introduce me?"

"Oh, sorry Honey." he stammers, "Cheryl, this is Greg, he lives next door

to Danny's. Greg, this is my sort of ex-girlfriend Cheryl."

"Oh yes." she says giving me a megawatt smile, "CJ's told me all about

you."

Rising, with Rene still attached like a limpet, he gathers Cheryl up in a

hug and kisses her soundly. "Happy birthday Honey." he says when he

releases her.

Giggling, she invites us into the house and I see her green thumb at work

here too. Ferns and philodendrons occupy pots in the entry and a wicker

screen is almost completely covered with variegated ivy. She leads us

through, into the lounge where even more plants occupy the corners and

spaces beside the furniture.

Ushering us into seats, Cheryl asks me, "What do you like to drink Greg,

tea or coffee?"

Tea thanks, white with three." I reply.

"Alison, come and help me." she instructs as she goes through into the

kitchen. Alison returns a minute later with a plate of biscuits and a cup

of cordial for her little sister. Throwing me a bright smile she

disappears back into the kitchen, emerging a few minutes later with her

mother. Alison carries her own drink and a steaming mug, which she hands

to me, before plumping down onto the couch beside me.

Cheryl waits for CJ to rearrange Rene on his lap, then hands him his drink

before taking a seat in the chair opposite him. She instructs Alison to

hand around the biscuits and with a flourish the beautiful young girl

presents me with the plate. Her stoop causes the top of her blouse to gape

open and I get a good view of her nascent breasts. The areola have just

begun to darken and are pushed up into small half spherical mounds the

size of small plums.

I lift my eyes to her face and her grin tells me that she knows exactly

where I have been looking. Turning her face slightly to one side, she

conceals her lips from her parents view and briefly puckers them. As she

turns away from me, I find myself crossing my legs to hide a growing bulge

and wishing for an opportunity to be alone with this forward young girl.

After taking the plate around to her parents and sister, she returns to

her seat beside me. As Cheryl, CJ and I chat and sip our drinks, I notice

Rene peeking at me over the top of her cup, ducking her head each time my

gaze meets hers. Slowly though, she becomes bolder and a few minutes later

she scrambles from her father's lap. Setting her empty cup on the coffee

table, she keeps its solid bulk between us as she stares curiously at my

face.

Rather than discomfit her, I keep my face turned towards her parents and

continue with the conversation, while watching her out of the corner of my

eye. Is seems that they too are watching her antics, their attention

constantly switching between their youngest daughter and me.

Slowly, Rene sidles around the end of the table furthest from her parents

and disappears from my view. The conversation descends further and further

into inanities, as I follow her progress in her parents eyes. They seem

almost to be holding their breath as Rene's progress slows. A minute or so

later, Alison utters loud protests as her little sister forces her way

into the six inch gap that separates her body from mine.

On the other side of the room, Cheryl's and CJ's look relieved and I turn

my head and look down at the little cutie jammed up against my hip. She

looks back solemnly and ventures a tiny smile, which widens as I grin back

at her. I rock my jaw from side to side, causing my long beard to waggle

and her smile becomes a giggle as she snatches at it.

Momentarily forgetting who she is, I snap at her fingers as if she was

Sandy and she snatches them back with a scared look. The reassured by my

grin she tries again, once more snatching her fingers back as my teeth

meet with a clack an inch from the tips. She smiles tentatively and slowly

extends her fingers, jerking them back as I bob my head. This goes on for

a few moments longer, her smile widening into a grin as she grows bolder.

Then with a crow of triumph her hand darts forwards and she entangles her

fingers in my beard, tugging gently.

I grimace theatrically and she giggles delightedly. Then as she tugs again

and again, Cheryl cries, "Rene!" and with a frightened look, she jerks her

hand back, accidentally pulling three or four wiry hairs from my chin.

Seeing them, she looks almost ready to burst into tears.

Before she can scramble from the couch, I take her hand and re-entangle it

in my beard. Then looking across at Cheryl I say, "She's fine, at least

SHE doesn't want to play 'butts'."

Cheryl gives me a quizzical look and CJ explains, "Danny's kid, likes to

headbutt and she isn't gentle, your ears'll be ringing and she'll still be

giggling."

"Oh!" She and CJ exchange a look and she nods.

"Uh Greg?" CJ clears his throat.

I look over to him and warily ask, "Yes?"

"Would you do us a big favour?"

"Like what?"

"Look after the kids so I can take Cheryl out for her birthday." he

replies.

My heart leaps at the thought of being left, more or less alone with

Alison, but not wanting to appear too eager, I ask, "Why me?"

Cheryl replies, "Because my dad's had a little heart scare the other day

and he's in hospital. Mum's too busy being worried to look after these

two. He's all right, but I was worried we'd have to cancel this weekend.

"CJ told me how good you are with Sandy and the other kids that come

around there, so I told him to bring you around and we'd see how Rene

reacted to you. She's terribly shy and we usually get my parents to look

after them on our weekends."

I hold up my hand to interrupt her and say, "Hang on, that's the second

time you said weekend. You want me to look after your kids for the entire

weekend?"

"Uh-huh." she replies, "Would you do it please? We'll pay you of course."

Glaring at CJ, I growl, "I think I've been had." I then ask, "How much?"

trying to sound mercenary, while hiding my inner elation at having an

obviously willing Alison to myself for two whole days.

"How does an ounce of prime buds sound?" CJ asks with a grin.

"I'll do it!" I reply. "Just what are these weekends anyway?"

"Well, it's like this." Cheryl explains, "CJ and I get on really well

until we start spending a lot of time in each other's company and then we

start fighting like cats and dogs. It was starting to upset Alison, so CJ

moved out before we became enemies. Then on my birthday, CJ came over and

all but kidnapped us. We left Alison with my parents and the two off us

spent an absolutely glorious weekend down at Lakes Entrance.

When we got back, we had another go at making things work, but the same

things happened all over again and again CJ decided to leave. On his

birthday, I left Alison with my Mum and Dad and I took him up to Echuca.

"After that it became a tradition. We'd take each other somewhere on our

birthdays and at Christmas we'd take Alison and later Rene too, camping.

Then before the fighting started we'd go our separate ways again. CJ often

spends Saturday nights here with me and the girls. It sounds weird, but it

works for us, the girls still have a father and they never have to see us

fighting."

"So where are you going this time?" I ask.

"On a paddle steamer cruise on the Murray." CJ replies with a grin at

Cheryl.

"You got the tickets!" she shrieks springing from her chair to launch

herself at CJ and plaster kisses all over his face.

A gentle tug on my beard reminds me of Rene's presence and I look down

into her serious little face. "Are you going to look after us?" she asks.

"Would you like that?" I ask in return.

"Uh-huh." she replies, nodding gravely.

"What about you?" I look up at Alison.

"You bet." she grins, licking her lips.

Suddenly Cheryl pulls back and exclaims, "Shit, we'd better get moving."

"Relax," CJ soothes, "we've got plenty of time, we don't have to be there

until seven."

"What about Greg?" she objects, "He'll have to get some clothes and I have

to put clean sheets on my bed."

"Don't worry about me," I say, "I keep an overnight bag in the car so I'm

all right there. What about you CJ? Do you need a lift to get your stuff."

"No we'd already packed Cheryl's car when her father had his turn." he

replies.

Cheryl has pulled a book in her lap, using it as a rest as she busily

scribbles away. As she writes she says, "The kids can have fish and chips

for tea tonight and pizza tomorrow, can you manage sandwiches for their

lunches? Rene has Rice Bubbles for breakfast, and Alison likes Vita-Brits.

Here's my mother's phone number and address and the number for the

hospital. CJ get the number for the Echuca Police, just in case he has to

get hold of us."

As CJ gets the phone book, Cheryl rattles on with her instructions. "Rene

goes to bed at eight o'clock, Alison can stay up until nine thirty, ten at

the latest. Make sure Rene goes to the toilet before she goes to sleep and

has nothing to drink after seven. She still wets the bed sometimes.

"Rene shouldn't give you any trouble and Alison had better not, if she

knows what's good for her."

As she speaks, I make all of the appropriate noises in the right places

and when she finishes, I reassure her, "You go ahead and have a good time,

we'll be fine."

Over the next hour, while CJ and Cheryl shower and get dressed for dinner,

I get to know Rene better, answering Alison's scowl with a whispered

"Later." She brightens up at this and joins in my games with Rene. Though

she tries to steal the show by giving me a glimpse down the front of her

shirt at every opportunity and sitting opposite me with her legs crossed,

giving me a clear view of her pink, cotton knickers.

Whenever Rene looks away, she dropped her fingers into her lap and rubs at

her pussy as though scratching an itch. Once, when Rene runs off to get

something from her room, Alison draws the damp gusset of her knickers to

one side, revealing the smooth white flesh of her vulva. Still maintaining

the pretence of scratching an itch, she brings her other hand down and

rubs at the glistening pink crease separating her sweet pussy lips.

She calmly releases the elastic, as Rene clatters back into the room

carrying a colouring book and her Crayons. Rene tugs me over to sit at the

coffee table and uses my lap as a seat, her squirming to get comfortable

causing my semi-rigid prick to harden completely.

Alison moves kneel beside me, and pokes the finger that had just been

between her legs out at me. I playfully snap at it, expecting her to jerk

it away. Instead she holds it still and my teeth close bare millimetres

from the tip. I look into her eyes and I'm met by a challenging look. So

taking her dare, I cover my teeth with my lips and close them around the

proffered finger, taking my first taste of her sweet pussy.

At the same time Rene looks up and jeers at her sister, "Ha, he got you.

I'm better than you."

Alison and exchange grins and pulling her finger free of my lips, she

agrees with a laugh, "Yeah, I guess you are."

Rising, she leaves the room and returns with a colouring book of her own

and a set of Derwent pencils. "Move over." she orders her little sister.

Using her hip to shove Rene to one side, she appropriates my left knee,

forcing me to place a hand on each of their waists to support them.

Pretending to lose her balance, she steadies herself, her hand falling

into my lap directly on top of my still firm prick.

She gasps and snatches her hand back. I look down into her face, to be met

by a look compounded of surprise and embarrassment. She turns to the table

and opens her book to a picture of Ariel, the little mermaid. Then

carefully selecting just the right shade of blue-green she pokes her

tongue from the corner of her mouth and begins to carefully colour Ariel's

tail.

Just as my leg begins to go to sleep, CJ and Cheryl come to my rescue.

"Girls, we're going now, don't be pests and mind what Greg tells you."

The girls scramble from my knees, Alison giving my now soft member another

exploratory feel, as she pushes herself to her feet. I climb to my feet,

pins and needles burning in my leg and I limp over to where Alison and

Rene are receiving kisses goodbye.

Cheryl notices my limp and grins, saying, "You shouldn't let them take

advantage of you like that, especially Alison, she's too heavy."

"Forget it, Cheryl." CJ says, "That's why he's so good with kids, he lets

them do whatever they want with him. But at the same time, he doesn't let

them get away with any shit."

"O.K. we turned the spa on for you kids, but you're not to get in unless

Greg's with you. O.K.?"

Both girls greet this announcement with loud cheers and readily agree to

the restriction.

"The water should be hot enough in about an hour. Don't let them totally

cook themselves. Here are the keys and here's the money for the fish and

chips and pizzas and bread and milk in the morning. We'll be back about

ten Sunday night." Cheryl delivers final instructions and hands me a fifty

dollar note.

"Can we get a video?" Alison asks eagerly.

"One each." Cheryl answers, "There should be enough there, if not I'll fix

you up when we get back. There's a video store up next to the milkbar.

Alison will show you where it is, just don't let her get anything too

gory. Girls, you be good for Greg and do whatever he says."

She stoops to deliver a final kiss to each of the two girls and as she

releases them they move over to their father. He sweeps them up in his

arms and gives them a bear hug, winking at me, he whispers in their ears

and slips a folded five dollar note into their hands.

"Thanks mate, you don't know how much I appreciate this." CJ says,

slipping a tightly rolled baggie into my hand as he shakes it, rolling his

eyes in the direction of Cheryl.

"Thank you Greg." Cheryl says and surprises me by pulling me into a hug.

"Here, don't smoke it until Rene's in bed and don't let Alison have more

than two cones. The bong's over the stove."

CJ misinterprets my stunned mullet expression and grins at me, "Yeah she

has that effect on me too."

The girls and I escort CJ and Cheryl to the car and I stand with them at

the end of the driveway, as they wave until the car turns at the end of

the street. I look down into their up turned faces and ask, O.K. what do

you want to do?"

Chapter 3 - Set Up?

"Get a video." Alison cries.

At the same time, Rene waves her five dollar note and declares, "Buy lots

of lollies."

"I think we can manage that in one trip." I say with a grin. Checking that

I have the keys, I pull the door shut and take hold of Rene's hand,

allowing Alison to lead me up the road to the shops.

Immediately we enter the milkbar, Rene makes a beeline for the counter and

holds up the five dollar note. "Lollies, I want lot's of lollies." She

informs the girl behind the counter.

The girl's eyes flick from the money to Rene to me and she raises an

eyebrow in true Spock fashion.

"It's all right." I hastily say, "I'm looking after them for the weekend,

while their parents are away."

The girl laughs at my frightened expression and says, "I'm not worried

about that. I know Rene and there's no way a stranger could get anywhere

near her. I'm just wondering if you're prepared for the mess, when she

deposits five dollars worth of lollies on the carpet."

"I get you're point." I grin back, "Make it a dollar and she can buy some

more tomorrow. Alison, the same goes for you."

Alison, returns two of the four chocolate bars she is holding, to the

shelf and looks up at me pleadingly. "O.K., but that's it." I relent, "And

you don't eat them until after dinner."

Grinning happily, she waits at the counter for the girl to finish filling

a bag for Rene and they hand over their money. When they receive their

change, Rene holds up the well-filled paper bag in one hand and the four

gold coins in the other, crowing at her incredible bargaining skills.

Thanking the girl, we leave the shop and go into the next, where we order

our fish and chips. "Let's get our videos while they're cooking." Alison

says.

As we enter the video store, I suggest, "Why don't we let Rene choose the

movie for tonight and you can get yours tomorrow."

"O.K." she agrees and a few minutes later, we emerge with a copy of My

Little Pony. We collect the fish and chips and head back to their home.

Rene wants to watch the movie straight away, but I suggest that she wait

until after we have eaten. I send Alison to get a couple of towels from

the bathroom and lay them out on the floor.

Setting dinner in the middle, I restrain them while we say grace. "Two,

four, six, eight. Bog in, don't wait."

They take me at my word and they tear into their dinner like starving

animals. Rene singes her fingers on her piece of fish and I show her how

to tear off a strip of paper and wrap it around the battered fillet.

Within minutes, dinner is but a memory and a few scattered crumbs, which

Rene assiduously hunts down and consumes. "Can I watch 'Ponies' now?" she

asks.

"Yep." I agree, "And you can eat some of your lollies too." Taking the

cassette from Its case, I pop it into the VCR and sit back, resigned to an

hour of saccharine sweetness.

"Hey lets get in the spa." Alison says to me once her little sister is

engrossed with the television set.

Immediately, Rene leaps up and hits 'stop' and yells, "Yay, Me too, I'll

watch 'Ponies' later."

Alison's face drops a little at her sister's intrusion, but wisely says

nothing. She leads me out through the back door to where a fern filled

conservatory has been built onto the back of the house. Sunken into the

middle of the floor, totally concealed from outside view, is a large spa

bath.

"Hang on you two," I say, "you get your bathers, while I get some shorts

from my car."

"Why?" Alison objects, "We never wear bathers in the spa with Mum and

Dad."

"That's different." I say, "I don't think your mother would like it if I

got in with you two without any clothes on."

While Alison and I have been speaking, Rene has stripped off her clothes

and is standing, naked, by the edge of the spa. "Hurry up," she cries,

"I'm getting cold."

"Greg says we've got to wear our bathers because Mum wouldn't like it if

we were rudie nudies with him." Alison says to her little sister.

"Oh!" A frightened look creeps onto Rene's face, "Does that mean I'm

naughty?" she asks in a quavering voice, her lower lip trembling.

"No Rene," I reassure her, "but you'd better put your bathers on."

Immediately her whole demeanour brightens and the next thing I know, my

arms are full of delighted, squirming, naked little girl. With this, I

realise what Cheryl meant by my not having any trouble with her. A look of

censure would have her near tears, while a raised voice would probably

have her bawling for hours and to raise your hand to her in anger would

probably drive her into catatonia.

"Will you help me?" she asks, "I always get it wrong."

"I don't know." I demure.

"Please?" she begs with irresistible, doe like eyes.

"You'd better do it," Alison advises, "or she'll look at you like that for

the rest of the night."

"O.K." I laugh, "I don't think I could take that."

Again, I see that bright smile, that, with a little self confidence, would

match her mother's. "Oh thank you." she cries, giving a little wriggle,

that abruptly stops as her mouth opens in surprise.

Suddenly I realise that my hand has slipped on her little bottom and the

side of my finger now rests in the crease of her plump little pussy. I

quickly readjust my grip and turn to Alison, asking, "Could you take my

keys and get my bag out of the boot of my car?"

"Sure." she agrees cheerfully and unsnaps my keys from my pants. "Which

one is it?" she asks.

I shift Rene to my hip and pick out the right key for Alison. As she goes

outside, I carry Rene to her room and lower her to the floor. "Where are

your bathers?" I ask.

"In here." she says, going over to her chest of drawers and pulling out

the top drawer. "Lift me up." she says.

I slip my hands around her tiny waist and lift her until she can see into

the drawer. Lifting one leg between hers, I rest the toe on a drawer

handle and lower her to sit astride my thigh. She rummages through her

underwear for a few moments and pulls out a blue ball of stretch lycra.

She shoves the drawer closed and indicates with a wriggle, that she wants

to get down. I lower her to the floor and take her bathers from her hand.

Shaking them out, I sort out front from back and hold them open for her to

step into. I pull them up snug into her crotch and help her get her arms

through the right holes, settling the shoulder straps with a light snap

onto her shoulders.

She steps back a couple of steps and I survey her, noticing that the strip

of cloth between her legs is half caught up between her pussy lips.

Motioning her back to me, I slip a finger under the elasticised leg band

and pull it straight, the back of my knuckle just brushing the exquisitely

smooth skin of her plump vulva. Her eyes widen a little at the intimate

touch, but the smile on her lips never wavers.

I withdraw my hand and she holds out her arms to me. Then just as I go to

pick her up, Alison says from the doorway, "Here's your stuff."

Giving Rene a pat on the bottom, I say, "You go and wait in front of the

fire, we'll be there in a minute." I rise and take my bag and keys from

Alison, telling her, "Go and get changed."

In the master bedroom, I quickly strip, pull on a pair of speedos (left

over from summer) and slip on the towelling robe that I keep in the bag.

Leaving the room, I catch a glimpse of Alison through her half open door.

She is naked from the waist up, tying the string at the side of her

bottoms.

I'm just about to turn away, when she notices me. "Greg," she calls, "come

here. I can't get this knot undone."

I stick my head through the door for a closer look and see that the

strings on one side of her bikini bottoms are well and truly snarled. As I

move into the room I get a good look at her little tits. Just beginning to

sprout, they are tiny, almost hemispherical mounds, entirely covered by

the crinkled, pink/brown skin of her areola. Surmounting them, are her pea

sized nipples which stand slightly stiffened by the cool late autumn air.

She thrusts these out at me proudly and I start to think that this is a

put up job. When kneel at her side and take the snarled strings from her,

a quick inspection confirms my guess. I can see where the original bow was

tied and the new knot contains so many loops that it could not possibly

have formed accidentally.

I give her an accusing glance and she responds by grinning down at me and

letting go of her bathers. They fall a few inches before the strings in my

hand pull them up short, revealing the top of her beautiful pre-teen vulva

less than eighteen inches from tip of my nose. In form it is a smooth,

slightly plump mound, separated into two perfectly symmetrical halves by a

fine, dark cleft. Three quarters of an inch from the top of that sweet

valley is her clitoris, a small pink nubbin, the size of a pencil eraser.

"Oops!" she exclaims insincerely, and I look up into her slightly flushed,

grinning face. "I guess I might as well take them off. Anyway it'll be

easier for you." Saying this, she plucks at the bow on the other side and

I'm left holding a tiny scrap of cloth wrapped around her right leg and a

complete view of her sweet pussy.

"I guess you might." I growl up at her and her grin widens.

I begin lowering the wisp of fabric that I hold, but she has one more

surprise for me. Before I can lower my hands more than a foot, she draws

her leg up and out of her bottoms, giving me a clear view of the damp,

pink cleft between her pussy lips and the glistening, slightly darker

flesh of her inner labia. She holds the pose for a few seconds and I

become conscious of a sweet, slightly musky smell.

As she lowers her leg, I tear my gaze from the delightful sight and look

down at the tangle in my hands. A few quick tugs soon have it sorted out

and I hold her bottoms out to her.

Instead of taking them from me, she turns to face me and strikes a pose

that is as old as life itself. Standing with her right leg slightly

cocked, her left hand low on her hip and the thumb and forefinger of the

right loosely framing her mound, she asks, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Beautiful." I whisper, then catching myself, I continue sternly, "Do you

know that you're asking for trouble?"

"Uh-huh." she replies just as seriously. "But I like you. You're nice."

"Just because I'm nice, doesn't mean I'm safe. Haven't you been told about

strangers?" I ask.

"Of course silly, but you're Daddy's friend." she replies.

"That doesn't mean anything." I tell her, "I might still be a bad man who

does nasty things to little girls."

"Are you?" she asks seriously. "Nasty I mean."

"No I'm not." I say, "But you should be more careful, because I do want to

do things with you."

"Would you stop if I asked you to?"

"Yes I would." I reply.

"Then I want you to do things to me." she informs me.

Then with a mercurial change of mood she grins at me, "I'm a big girl now,

see I'm growing hair down here." she points at her bare vulva.

I take a closer look, but I'm forced to ask, "Where? I can't see any."

"Right here." she says pointing to the very top of her crack. "You'll have

to look closer."

I lean closer, getting another intoxicating whiff of her sweet pussy.

Finally, I'm close enough to see a few wispy hairs, almost invisible

against her skin.

"Here," she says grabbing my wrist, "you can feel them easier." I offer

only token resistance, as she draws my hand closer and presses my

fingertips against the flawless, resilient flesh of her juvenile mons.

She relaxes her grip on my wrist and I lightly brush my fingers over her

smooth pubic mound, feeling a fine peach fuzz and a few slightly stiffer

hairs just above the top of her cleft. She makes no move to pull my hand

away, so I continue to lightly explore her beautiful young pussy. With my

heart beating like a triphammer, I run the sensitive tips of my fingers

all over the plump bulge between her legs, delighting in the exquisite

feel of her unblemished skin.

I then fold the last two fingers of my hand under my thumb and gently

probe lower down. Realising my goal, she shifts her feet apart and allows

my fingers to investigate further. Still keeping my fingers on the outside

of her vulva, I gently run them between her legs, finding a slight hint of

moisture. I then increase the pressure slightly and feel the soft folds of

her little pussy open up around my middle finger.

She gives gasp and her fingers tighten slightly on my wrist. I stop dead

at this and a few seconds later her fingers relax. Taking this as a signal

to continue, I press a little harder, moving my fingertip in tiny circles,

until the tip of my finger presses against the entrance to her vagina.

Again her fingers tighten, and again I stop. This time she pulls my hand

upwards until my finger tip is clear of her vagina before she relaxes her

grip. Taking the hint, I leave her vagina alone and continue to explore

the hot, moist flesh of her inner folds. As I draw my fingers back and up,

I feel her inner labia close on the sides of my fingertip and I come into

contact with the rigid knob of her fully extended clitoris.

"Stop!" she gasps and her fingers tighten convulsively on my wrist.

"Are you all right?" I ask.

"Uh-huh." she nods. "But why does it feel so much better than when I touch

myself there?"

As I think about how to answer her, I remove my fingers completely from

between her pussy lips and stare at the glistening pink knob of flesh that

now extends a little beyond her pale outer labia. Finally I ask, "Are you

ticklish?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Why?" she asks confusedly.

"Well, can you tickle yourself?"

"Of course not." she replies.

"Well, it's sort of like that. You can't tickle yourself, because your

brain already knows exactly what's going to happen. Touching your pussy is

like a special kind of tickling, but because there are lots more nerves

there, you can do it to yourself. It feels better when somebody else does

it, because your brain doesn't already know what's going to happen."

"Oh, I get it." she says smiling. "You can touch me again if you want to."

"Later," I say picking up her bathers and drawing the scrap of cloth up

between her legs, "we'd better get you dressed before Rene comes looking

for us."

She makes a little moue of disappointment, but takes hold of the strings

and ties them in bows on both hips. I reach for the top, which is on her

bed and she asks, "Do I have to wear that?"

"I think you'd better." I say and she ducks her head for me. I slip the

loop at the top behind her neck and she turns for me to tie the strap

across her back.

Turning back to me, she presents her half covered breasts to me, saying,

"You fix it."

I brush the balls of my thumbs over the exposed mounds, feeling the

crinkled skin covering the firm flesh tighten even further. I flick the

stiff little posts of her nipples, drawing a little gasp from her lips,

then quickly tug the top of her bikini into place and rise to my feet.

I lightly swat her bum, causing her to jump and squeak in mock outrage.

"Come on you, let's go."

In the lounge, we find Rene sitting about a metre from the television,

totally engrossed in her 'Ponies', as every few seconds, her hand dips

into the open bag of lollies in her lap. The shadow that I throw over her

body, as I move to stand behind her, causes her to look up and ask. "What

took you?"

"My bathers got all tangled." Alison explains.

"Oh. Can we get in the spa now?" Rene asks.

"Sure thing." I reply. "Come on."

Rene scrambles to her feet and stops the video.

"Do you need to go to the loo?" Alison asks, "Remember what happened last

time."

Rene blushes and says, "Yeah, I better go."

As she leaves the room, I ask Alison, "What happened?"

"The water turned pink." Alison chortles, "Mum puts stuff in the water

that turns pink if you piddle in it."

"Oh." I say. "I need to go too, so I'll see you out there."

I go after Rene and find her sitting on the toilet with the door open, her

bathers on the floor. Grinning up at me, she says, "They fell off."

"Really?" I ask, listening to the hiss of her pee in the bowl.

Her only response is to lower her head and giggle. When she finishes, she

hops down from the seat and picks up her bathers. "Here, help me put them

on." she says holding them out to me.

I pull a couple of sheets from the roll and hold them out to her, "Here

dry off first."

She looks quizzically at the wad of tissue in my hand, "Huh?"

I reach down and dry her pussy for her, explaining, "Dry your crack after

you have a piddle. That way there won't be any pink in the water."

"Oh." she says, "Put my bathers on."

I take them from her and hold them for her to step into. After I pull the

shoulder straps into place, I look down and see the crotch pulled right up

between her pussy lips and she avoids looking me in the eye.

Grinning inwardly, I kneel and slip my finger under the narrow strip of

cloth, running my knuckle the length of her little pussy as I pull it

free. As my knuckle runs along the little furrow, she presses against it

and my cock hardens in response. Still maintaining the pretence of

ensuring the correct fit of her bathers I run my finger back and forth a

few more times before withdrawing it.

"O.K., off you go." I say, giving her little bottom a quick squeeze and

pushing her out the door. "I need to use the toilet."

She stands outside the door, looking a little disappointed as I close it.

I extract my cock from my Speedos and wait for it to soften enough for me

to piss. Once I'm done, some wicked little demon makes me stroke my hand

up and down the shaft until my cock stands stiff, pointing away from my

body at a forty five degree angle.

I stuff it back into my Speedos, where it makes an impressive bulge and

leave my robe hanging open. Flushing the toilet, I open the door and

almost trip over Rene who is still waiting outside. Her eyes nearly pop

out of her head when she is confronted by my lycra encased cock,

practically in her face. Taking her by the shoulder, I turn her around,

her head swivelling on her shoulders until it hurts me just to look at the

way her neck is twisted. Finally, I put my hand on top of her head and

twist her eyes to the front. Pushing her ahead of me, we walk through to

the conservatory, where Alison is already luxuriating in the spa.

As soon as we pass through the door, Rene takes an exaggerated step to the

side and I grin inwardly as Alison's eyes widen and her gaze fastens on my

crotch. Slipping my robe off, I hang it on a hook by the door and walk

towards Alison. Her eyes remain glued to my cock as I pace across the deck

and step down into the gently steaming water, not leaving it until it

disappears beneath the surface, whereupon she looks up into my face. I

meet her gaze and hold it until she blushes and lowers it to minutely

examine the bubbling surface of the water.

Beside me, Rene presents me with a view of her cute little bottom, with

the fabric of her suit bunched up in the crack, as she turns and lowers

herself into the water. "Can I sit on your lap?" she asks as she proceeds

to do just that, pressing her practically bare bum back against my rigid

member and wriggling it. Across from me, Alison throws her little sister a

venomous look.

When this has no effect, she sets the blower going and disappears beneath

the roiling surface. A moment later, Rene shrieks and slides from my lap.

Alison leaps from the water in front of me and as Rene rises from the

water sputtering, she drops into my lap and defends her territory by

splashing her little sister.

Rene retaliates by closing her eyes and leaping at her big sister,

swinging blindly. One wildly swung hand catches in the top of Alison's

bikini and with a popping rip, one of the shoulder straps tears free of

the minuscule triangles covering her breasts.

Feeling like a heel, I bark "Enough!" Sure enough, Rene comes to an

immediate halt and looks at me with tears in her eyes. Her gaze then falls

on the damage done to her sister's bathers and the tears begin to flow

freely.

"I'm s-s-sorry." she sobs.

I lift Alison down beside me and gather Rene up in my arms. Holding her

tight to my chest, I rock her back and forth making soothing noises as I

caress her back and soft little bottom. "It's all right I say, I can fix

it."

"You can?" she asks, blinking up at me.

"Uh-huh." I confirm, hoping I am right. "Alison, it looks like you got

your wish. You might as well get rid of that."

"Now you two, do you think you can share me?" I ask, "Or should I just

send you to bed right now?"

"We'll be good." Alison say's and Rene nods vigorously as she wriggles

from my arms and places herself astride my left knee, facing towards me.

Alison straddles the other knee and slips her arm around Rene's shoulder

and pulls her in close, saying, "It's all right, it was getting too small

anyway"

Rene sniffs loudly a couple of times and smiles wanly. A few seconds later

she giggles and says, "Your boobie's poking in my ear."

We all laugh at this and all is forgiven.

Suddenly a wicked thought enters my mind and I straighten my legs causing

the pair of them to fall and disappear beneath the water. They rise

sputtering and Alison looks at Rene, "Let's get him." she cries and they

leap at me, their fingers digging into my ribs and burrowing for my

armpits.

I let them win the assault and laughing, I slide beneath the bubbling

surface. Expelling just enough breath to keep myself submerged, I sit on

the bottom and wait to see what they will do.

After a few seconds I feel hands on my shoulders. They slip beneath my

arms and I'm hauled to the surface. Rene is in front of me with a

frightened look on her face, so I smile and wink at her, but leave my body

limp. Grunting Alison drags me to a seat and steps up on to it, pulling me

up to sit on it. But as soon as she loosens her grip I pretend to slip

back towards the water.

I do this a couple more times, until Rene looses control and bursts out

laughing. At this point Alison realises that she's been had and shoves me

from the seat into the water. I turn beneath the surface and leap from the

water with a roar. Alison then jumps at me and I stagger as she locks her

legs around my waist and her hands about my throat.

She pretends to choke me as she shakes my head back and forth, saying

"You, you, you, oooghh."

I lift my hand to her waist and tickle her, catching her as she looses her

grip. Lifting her back up, I blow zoober after zoober into her belly

button, causing her to giggle and thrash uncontrollably. Accidentally,

done a purpose, I land a few near and on her pert little titties, and she

gasps and stiffens in my hands.

Finally I relent and drop her into the water, turning to descend on a

smugly smiling Rene. "Your turn little girl." I say as I lift her lycra

covered belly to my lips and blow. The farting noises are even louder and

her giggles are most satisfactory.

Keeping hold of her I return to my seat, blowing into her belly button

each time she falls silent. Eventually though, her breathing becomes

laboured and I desist, lowering her to my knee.

Warily, Alison approaches and sits down beside me, though for a minute or

so she perches on the edge of the seat, ready to flee at my first

movement. Then having decided that no further attack is forthcoming she

cuddles up to my side.

She starts as I move my arm, them realising that I'm just going to put it

around her shoulders, she leans forwards and I slip it behind her so that

my hand rests on her hip. She turns in my arm to rest her head on my

shoulder and press one of her little boobs against my side. A few seconds

later she loosens the tie on her bottoms and twists until my hand cups her

bare bottom.

She then lifts her own hand from the water and twirls my beard around her

finger as she says. "I'm glad you're looing after us instead of Grandma

and Grandpa."

"Uh-huh," Rene agrees, "Me too. You're much more fun." She turns in my lap

to rest her head on my other shoulder and I support her with my hand

behind her knees.

For the next hour or so, they chatter to me about school, until Rene lifts

her hand from the water and holds it up before my face. "Look I've got

witches hands." she says, waving the wrinkled extremity under my nose.

"Well we better get out before Alison gets witches boobs." I joke,

tweaking one gently, causing them both to giggle. "Besides," I continue,

"it's time you started getting ready for bed."

"Do I have to?" she objects as a matter of form.

"You have to." I confirm, removing my hand from Alison's bottom and

lifting it so I can check my watch. "It's nearly half past seven. By the

time you've had your bath it'll be your bedtime."

"I don't need a bath," she protests, "I'm clean."

"You still have to wash the chlorine off." I say. "Come on let's go."

I unwrap my arm from around Alison and climb from the spa with Rene on my

hip. "You too." I say to Alison as I walk off with Rene. Alison reties her

bottoms and climbs from the water, hurrying to catch up.

I grab my robe and we go through to the bathroom as I say, "We'll just

rinse off under the shower with our suits on. That way we can throw them

in the drier so they'll be ready for tomorrow."

In the bathroom, I lower Rene to the floor and turn on the shower

adjusting the temperature to be suitable for her. We then squeeze into the

cubicle together and quickly rinse off.

When we're done I roughly towel them dry and say, "Brush your teeth and

give me your bathers then go and get your nighties and a hairbrush. We'll

dry off properly in front of the fire."

With a wicked grin Alison, tugs at the bows holding her bathers on and

hands me the skimpy scrap of cloth before fronting up to the basin and

picking up her toothbrush. Rene's smile is not one whit less naughty than

her sister's as she follows suit, slipping off her bathers and handing

them to me. When they finish their teeth they scurry off to their rooms,

pausing in the doorway to wiggle their bare white bottoms at me. While

they are gone, I take the opportunity to remove my own bathers, towel

myself dry and slip on my robe. Then figuring on a complete exchange of

oral fauna later in the evening, I make use of Alison's toothbrush, before

wringing out our bathers into the bath and throwing them into the drier on

my way through the laundry. I then head on through the kitchen into the

lounge.

Both girls are waiting for me in the lounge, standing naked before the

wall furnace. When they see me in my robe, their faces mirror their

disappointment, but I'm not ready to be naked before Rene, as I don't want

her carrying tales to her mother or CJ.

I drop into the seat nearest the fire and pull Rene in to sit between my

legs. Taking her towel from her, I rub as much of the moisture as I can

from her hair. Alison hands me the brush and I carefully work the tangles

from Rene's hair, then brush it out until it's bright and shiny and most

of the moisture is gone.

I then lift her down and help her into her nightie. Sending her off to

watch TV for the few minutes that remain until her bedtime. Alison then

slip in between my knees and wriggles backwards until her bum presses

against my bare cock. "Oooh!" she squeaks in surprise and wriggles harder

against it, causing it to begin to rise.

Taking up the towel, I dry her hair and then drop it into my lap. Picking

up the brush I go to work on her slightly longer tresses, carefully

working the brush through them, until her hair shines brightly. When I

lift her from the chair, she quickly turns to get a glimpse of my cock,

but the towel in my lap conceals it and before she can get any ideas about

snatching it away, I pull my robe straight and rise from the chair.

By this time it is after eight o'clock, so I tell her, "You get your

nightie on while I put Rene to bed."

I stop 'Ponies' and lift Rene to my hip, carrying her through to the

toilet. Again she leaves the door open and this time she tucks the hem of

her nightie under her chin and sort of curls up, looking between her

widespread legs as she concentrates on expelling the piss from her body.

It takes her a few seconds to get it flowing, but when she does, it flows

in a golden arch from the tiny cleft between her legs to fall hissing into

the bowl.

When she finishes, she grabs a wad of paper and dries off, before lifting

her chin and letting her nightie fall. She hops to the floor, pushes the

button and holds her arms for me to lift her. I carry her to her bedroom

and supporting her against my shoulder, with one hand cupping her bare

little bottom beneath her nightie, I pull back the covers. When I lower

her to the bed, she wriggles downwards, her nightie rucking up to reveal

her plump little pussy and outie belly button in the process. Unable to

resist, I stoop and wrap my lips around it blowing a zoober and making her

giggle and squirm delightfully. Daringly, I blow another zoober at the top

of her tiny slit, before pulling her nightie straight and drawing the

covers up under her chin.

I read her a story from a book of Aboriginal legends about how three

sisters were changed into rock to protect them a bunyip. But the witch

doctor couldn't change them back because he'd lost his magic shinbone and

that was how the rock formation called the Three Sisters came to be. By

the time I'm finished, she is almost asleep, but when I turn back from

putting the book away, she holds her arms out to me and has her lips

pursed. I give her a hug and a kiss goodnight and tuck her in. I start to

pull the door closed but leave it open when she asks me to.

Chapter 4 - Alone with Alison.

On my way back to the lounge, I retrieve a one of the baggies given to me

and a couple of cigarettes. I then collect the bong, scissors and a small

bowl from the kitchen and walk through into the lounge, where I find

Alison sitting in front of the television, watching Beverley Hills 90210.

I make appropriate gagging noises as I take a seat on the couch and she

turns to look at me. When she sees what I am holding, her eyes light up

and I decide to have a little fun at her expense.

I dry the cigarettes, quickly mull up and pack a cone, then make a real

production of enjoying it. I look directly into her eyes as I pack the

second cone. I wait for her to start moving towards me and quickly smoke

it, enjoying the slightly crestfallen look in her eyes.

The I pack the next pipe and place it on the coffee table, then wait to

see what she will do. For a few minutes her attention wavers between the

bong and the TV until she finally works up the courage to ask, "Can I have

a pipe please?"

"You!" I pretend to be shocked, "You're too young."

"No I'm not," she protests, "Mum lets me."

"I don't believe you." I scoff.

"But she does. She says that I can smoke it, but I can only do it at

home."

"Why would she say something like that?" I ask.

"Because she found some in my bag once." Alison explains, "She said I

could smoke it, but only with her on the weekends and I was never to get

it from anyone at school again. She said bad people sometimes put really

bad stuff like heroin in the stuff they sell at schools so they can get

them hooked and make them do whatever they want."

"O.K.," I say, "you can have one cone."

"But Mum lets me have three." she objects mendaciously.

I raise my eyebrow and slowly reach for the bong on the table.

She hastily corrects herself, saying, "I mean two."

"That's better." I say, leaning back into my seat.

"It was worth a try." she grins, then gives me a direct stare, "Hey, you

knew. Mum told you. How come you made me tell you why?"

"Because I wouldn't have let you have any, if you couldn't give me a good

reason why. No matter what your mum said." I explain.

"Oh. why?"

"Because I think you are too young. But your mum's right, the shit they

hand out at schools is full of nasty things and some of them are a lot

worse than heroin. Did you pay for what you got?"

"No." She answers, moving around the coffee table and sitting down beside

me. "That's why Mum said I should smoke hers. She took the stuff I had to

the cops and they found heroin in it. She got really mad at the school

because it was a teacher who was giving the stuff to kids. They had to get

the cops in and everything. The teacher was doing it because he liked to

fuck- oops." she covers her mouth.

"It's O.K. I've heard the word before, go on."

"He used it to get little girls to fuck."

"Does your dad know about it?"

"Uh-uh." she shakes her head emphatically, "He was mad enough when he

found out a teacher at school was handing out drugs. He would have killed

him if he knew I was one of the kids he was giving them to. I know it was

silly, but this girl I knew gave it to me and said it was O.K. But really

she was already hooked and the teacher made her to give it to me, because

he wanted me too."

"O.K. that explains why your mum would let you smoke grass, but why on

earth did you take such a big risk with me after a scare like that?" I ask

incredulously.

"Promise you won't get mad."

"Get mad," I'm confused, "why would I get mad?"

"Promise." she repeats.

"O.K. I promise." I say.

"That's good." she says with a relived sigh, "It's not me you'd get mad

at. You see Jenny's a really good friend of mine." she says as if that

explains it all.

"So?"

"Jenny Gormley." she says naming one of my young lovers and it clicks.

"Oh! And she told you about me I suppose?"

"Uh-huh." Alison nods. "But it's not really her fault. We were playing

with our hairbrushes." Alison blushes. "You know down there." She points

at her lap. "And just after she had a cum, she said a man felt even

better.

"She didn't want to tell me about you, but I kept on asking her until she

told me. She made me promise not to tell anybody, because you weren't like

that teacher. She said you always asked her before you did anything. And

then I heard Daddy telling Mum about you last night and hoped you were the

same person Jenny knew."

"How did you know I was?" I ask.

"Because she has a picture of you and she showed it to me." Alison

replies, then asks, "Will you teach me like you taught her? I won't tell

Mama or Daddy."

"Are you sure?" I ask, "It's a big step."

"Uh-huh," She replies emphatically, "Jenny says you make her feel really

good and it won't even hurt the first time because I've already done it

with a hairbrush."

"O.K., I'll teach you." I say, "Now do you want this pipe or not?"

"Goody!" she yelps. "Of course I want it. Give me the lighter."

I hand her the lighter and she lifts the bong to her lips. It takes her

three attempts to finish it, but she doesn't cough. Instead of blowing out

the last lung full of smoke, she carefully sets the bong down, straddles

my lap and pressing her lips to mine she forces the smoke into my lungs.

Pulling back, she grins at me and says. "Mama and Daddy do that all the

time."

"I like it." I grin back at her, "Do you want me to do it to you?"

"Does it count as my second pipe?" she asks.

"Probably, but I won't tell if you don't." I grin, "But only one."

With the flexibility of youth, she twists in my lap and packs the cone

from the bowl on the table, then presents it and the lighter to me. I take

it from her and smoke it. While I hold my breath, she takes the bong from

me and puts it back on the table.

Turning back to me, she tilts her head to one side and pulls my lips to

hers. I push the smoke into her lungs, accidentally blowing the last of it

into her face when she pulls back. Giggling, she says, "That feels really

weird, but I like it."

She starts to turn back to the table but I stop her, saying, "That's

enough for now. How do you feel?"

"Great." she replies, "Really, really happy."

"Good." I say, "Can I have a kiss?"

"We already did." she giggles.

"I mean a proper one." I say, digging my fingers into her ribs.

"No!" she shrieks, giggling and squirming in my lap.

"What? No kiss?" I deliberately misunderstand her, so I can punish her

with further assaults on her ribs.

"Yes, no, don't!" she squeals, trying to pull my probing fingers from her

ribs.

I give her a few last digs and stop, grinning at her crimson face, as she

gasps for breath. A moment later she gasps again and gently rolls her

hips. I feel her bare pussy move against my equally bare cock, causing it

to instantly spring to attention and press upwards between her labia and

buttocks.

Her look becomes one, composed of excitement, curiosity, arousal and a

little fear. Experimentally she rocks back and forth and giggles, "Oh wow,

your thingy feels funny."

"My what?" I ask, being deliberately obtuse.

"Your thingy. You know, down there." She blushes, pointing vaguely between

her legs.

"What?"

"Your dickie." she blushes furiously, turning her head aside.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask, "That sounds like something

Rene would say."

Still red faced, she looks me in the eye and says defiantly, "Your cock

then. How about penis, or dick." finishing with, "Rene says doodle

anyway."

"Or prick, or rod, or dong, or a lot of other things." I say, "They're

just words. It's when and how you say them that matters."

"O.K. your COCK feels real funny against my CUNT." she says and gets a

case of the giggles.

"Yeah," I say, "well, your CUNT is hurting my COCK, it's not supposed to

point at my feet when it's like this."

She seems to find this hilariously funny too, but her giggles stop

abruptly, when I wrap my hands around her waist and slowly lift her

upwards. As I lift her, my cock straightens, the head sliding down the

crease of her buttocks. A scared look comes into her eyes as the tip

lodges against the rear of her pussy lips, outside the entrance to her

vagina.

When I lift her high enough for the tip of my cock to slip free, she

breathes a sigh of relief. After I lower her back down, so that her pussy

lips press against the under side of the shaft, she giggles and says,

"That was silly, I want you to do it, but I'm scared too."

"That isn't silly at all." I reassure her, "It's perfectly understandable.

It's probably one of the most important things that happens in your life

and you don't want to muck it up. Right?"

"Uh-huh," she says throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me tight,

"you understand."

I hug her back and flex my cock at the same time. She squeals as it moves

under her, and wriggles her hips. "Oh wow," she whispers, "that feels even

better, it's rubbing against my tingle bump."

"Your what?" I ask.

"My tingle bump." she repeats, "you know the bump at the top of my crack.

I call it my tingle bump because it tingles when I rub it. I don't know

what else it's called."

"It's called a clitoris or clit for short." I say.

"Oh! Well, it feels really good." she says, and starts rocking her hips

and dragging her clit back and forth along the underside of my cock.

Within a few seconds, the movements become smoother, as her vaginal

secretions start to coat my rigid shaft.

As things become more slippery, I pull her hips higher with each rock of

her pelvis, until the crown of my cock rubs from her vaginal entrance to

her stiff clit. I slide my hands up her sides and start rubbing my thumbs

back and forth over her tiny tits through the soft knitted cotton of her

nightie. Her face takes on a dreamy expression and her head rolls on her

shoulders in time with the motions of her hips. Eyes closed, she moans

almost inaudibly with pleasure. Under my thumbs her nipples become rock

hard little knobs on top of the firm resilient domes of her budding

breasts.

Her breathing quickens, then catches, as I bring my forefingers up beside

my thumbs and catch her nipples between them, gently pinching and rolling

the hard little nubbins of flesh back and forth. Leaning forwards, I

nuzzle the side of her neck, pressing my lips against her soft flawless

skin. She shivers and groans at the contact and the movements of her hips

become jerky and uncoordinated.

Opening my mouth, I gently bite down on the soft roll of flesh where her

neck joins her shoulder and pinch her nipples harder between thumb and

forefinger.

Abruptly her hips stop dead and I feel a sudden increase in warmth and

dampness in my lap as she cums with a shuddering groan. A few moments

later her entire body relaxes and I pull her close to me, gently stroking

her back, running my hands from the crown of her head to the soft curve of

her buttocks.

"Mmmmm," Alison murmurs, snuggling into my chest and kissing it, "that's

nice."

"I press my lips to the top of her head and ask quietly, "Was that a good

one?"

"Uh-huh." She tilts her head up and kisses me softly, "The best I ever

had." A sudden gleam enters her eye and she grins, "You know, I haven't

even seen it yet, except inside your bathers."

"Well that easy fixed." I grin back. "Go ahead and look."

She lifts her hands to my shoulders and pushes herself upright. She then

takes hold of the hem of her nightie and pulls it up, securing it under

her chin. "Oh wow," she cries, looking down, "it's huge. Will it really

fit inside me?" She gives a little giggle, "I sure made it wet, didn't I."

She starts to reach down to touch it and I can't resist saying, "You look

with your eyes not your fingers."

She snatches her hand back, and looks up at me, letting her nightie fall

to bunch about her waist. She sees my grin and thumps my arm.

"You can touch it." I laugh.

She starts to pull her nightie up under her chin and then deciding that it

will keep getting in the way, she pulls it off over her head and tosses it

over the arm of the couch. She then tugs on the belt of my robe and lifts

first her right knee and then her left, as she folds it back to either

side, baring the front of my body.

Her fingers lightly trail over my chest, tracing the lines of my collar

bones and ribs. She plays with my nipples for a few moments, giggling as

they harden under her touch. "Your boobs get hard too." she says

wonderingly.

"Yeah, my nipples get hard, just like yours." I say, "We've both got all

of the same sort of things, they're just arranged differently. Your clit

is a lot like the end of my cock and the rest is the same too, just turned

inside out."

"That makes sense I guess." she says as she trails her fingers lower. The

glint in her eye warns me, but I have no time to react before her fingers

dig into my sides. As I laugh, my legs shoot out straight and she begins

to slip towards the floor, forcing her to stop and grab hold of my robe.

"That's for tickling me." she declares.

I pull my feet back to give her a more secure seat and she continues her

exploration, giving me one last retaliatory poke, right in the belly

button, before she brushes her hands over the head of my rigid prick. I

make it jump at her touch and she jerks her hand back with a giggle. She

pokes at it with a finger and I make it jump again. Again she giggles and

draws back.

"Go on, it won't bite." I encourage her.

She slips backwards off my knees, pushes them apart and kneels on the

floor between them. With her face only inches from my groin, she closes

her hand over my glans and squeezes it. "It's not as hard as I thought."

she says. "It's hot though."

She then slides her hand down to wrap about the shaft. "Oh, that's

harder." she giggles.

I close my hand over hers and show her how to masturbate me. "Oooh, the

skin moves." she cries in wonder, "Does that feel good?"

"Uh-huh." I say, "But you'd better stop or I'm going to cum."

"What's cum?" she asks.

"Have an orgasm and feel really good like you did." I answer her.

"Men squirt stuff out of the end, don't they?"

"Yes, we squirt out a slippery white fluid called semen."

"I thought it was called sperm." she says, "I want to see it."

"Some times people call it sperm, but they're really the little cells in

semen that join with a girls egg to make babies."

"Girls don't have eggs." she objects.

"Not like a chook." I laugh, "Human eggs are tiny, because they get fed by

the mother while the baby grows inside her. Bird's eggs have to have

enough food to last until the baby is ready to come out of the shell."

"And there has to be enough room for the baby bird too." she says.

"Of course, that too" I say.

"So if you squirted your sperm, uh semen, in me I'd have a baby? I don't

want a baby yet. Is Jenny going to have a baby?" she asks in a worried

tone.

"No," I laugh, "Jenny's not going to have a baby. It doesn't happen every

time, besides she's too young to have a baby, she's not menstruating yet."

"What's that?"

"When a girl gets old enough, her body begins making eggs and her womb

gets ready to feed it by growing a special lining. If an egg doesn't join

with a sperm the body flushes it out with the old lining and she bleeds

from her vagina. This happens every four weeks or so, until she's about

fifty, unless there's a baby growing inside her.

"Oh periods, Mum told me about them. I don't get them yet, but Mama says I

will soon, because my boobs are growing."

"Well you can't have a baby then." I tell her.

"That's good, because I want to see what it's like to do it, uh fuck." she

grins self consciously. "Can I see your stuff, uh semen, now?" She asks

eagerly.

"Yeah, you can see my stuff." I agree.

She immediately begins rapidly stroking her small hand up and down my

shaft, her enthusiasm causing me to wince in pain and grasp her wrist.

"Slow down." I say, "Take it easy."

"Sorry."

"Here, you do it like this." I close my hand over hers again and show her

the pace and length of stroke that I like. Taking her other hand I cup my

balls with it and say, "Gently roll these around in their sack, that'll

help me make more cum, but be very careful, because they're very

sensitive. When I'm nearly cumming, they will lift up next to the bottom

of my cock. When that happens you can speed up a little bit or you can

stop and wait for them to get loose again. The longer it takes to cum, the

better it feels and you'll get a bigger load of semen too."

She gently rolls my balls around and asks wonderingly, "What are they?"

"They're my testicles, or balls, on nuts." I explain, "They make my

sperm."

"You mean semen don't you?" she asks, thinking she's caught me out.

"Uh-uh," I reply, "they only make the sperm, which gets mixed with some

slippery goo inside my body and then it's called semen."

"Oh!" she says as she puts my instructions into practice and goes to work

on my tumescent penis, sliding her hand up and down may shaft and

carefully fondling my balls. Every now and then she starts to pull on my

balls as she looses her rhythm and she takes on a look of intense

concentration, as if she was trying to rub her tummy and pat her head at

the same time.

In a short while she becomes more practiced and I continue my

instructions. "O.K. the purple knob on the end is very sensitive too,

especially the wrinkled bit here." I point out the area under my piss

hole. "Get you fingers wet and slippery and rub it gently with them."

"How do I make them slippery?" she asks.

"You can use your spit or pussy juices." I tell her.

Opting for pussy juices, she takes her hand off my balls and dips it down

below the level of the couch, returning with glistening fingertips. Her

other hand is still, as she transfers the moisture to the crown of my cock

and goes back for more. Then realising that she has stopped moving her

hand on my cock she resumes her stroking. At the same time she rubs the

slippery tips of her fingers in circles on the tip of my cock, brushing

her thumb back and forth over the fraenum.

She looks up into my face as I groan, grinning a shit eating grin in

response to my reassuring smile. "Am I doing it right?" she asks.

"Just perfect." I reply softly, "Just perfect."

The top of her head threatens to separate from the rest of her as her grin

widens. Suddenly it disappears as she misses the beat and I wince as she

pinches my foreskin between her thumbs. Returning her concentration to the

job in hand, she decides that my balls have been neglected long enough and

abandons my glans to give them some more attention.

Less than minute later I am groaning continuously and involuntarily

thrusting my hips up from the couch, fucking her tight little fist. My

balls are hot and heavy in the palm of her hand as she moves it in small

circles gently massaging them. Somehow or other I manage to grunt, "Gonna

cum." through the tidal wave of pleasure that crashes over my body.

I Choke back a shriek that threatens to burst from my throat, as the first

searing pulse of white hot semen boils from my balls and erupts in a

creamy fountain from my angry purple knob. It rises a good eighteen inches

and falls with a wet slap, coating Alison's small fist and my balls. Again

my body spasms and another scalding geyser of seminal fluid splashes onto

my belly.

Again and again the powerful, undeniable, convulsions wrack my frame,

forcing jet after jet of lava hot com through my throbbing shaft. Even

after my aching balls run dry the spasms continue, slowly dying away.

Finally I seize Alison's wrist to stop her hand, as its movements are now

painful to my hyper-sensitised glans. As soon as I take hold of her, she

looks up at me apologetically and says, "I'm sorry I didn't make it last

longer, I really wanted to see what it was like." Adding earnestly, "I'll

make it better next time."

"Ach.." I swallow to moisten my parched throat. "Alison," I say, reaching

down to gently brush the back of my hand against her soft cheek, "if you

make it much better, I'll die a happy man."

"Really?" she squeals, her face brightening, "I did it good?"

"You 'did it' great."

She beams at my praise, and leans into my knuckles. Like a cat, she rubs

against the back of my hand, her eyes closed, the contented hum in her

throat almost a purr. She reaches up to press her hand against mine and

becomes aware of the cum that coats it. Opening her eyes she examines the

pearly droplets that coat it.

Looking up at me with a question in her eyes, she says, "Jenny says, she

eats it. She says it tastes good."

"Why don't you see for yourself?" I encourage her.

Visibly steeling herself, she barely touches the tip of her tongue to a

glistening droplet and withdraws it into her mouth. A moment later she

tries again, this time collecting a fairly decent gob. Even before her

tongue disappears between her lips, a delighted smile appears and her

tongue darts back out to eagerly lap at her hand. When her hand is clean,

she dips her head to the creamy strands that adorn my thighs and a moment

later I feel her tongue on my balls. In her hunt for more of what she so

obviously likes, she bypasses my cock to lap at the pearly rivulet that

descends from my navel.

She then sits back on her heels and I hear her muttering to herself,

"Jenny says she does it, I can do it too." A moment later she takes my

flaccid member between her fingertips and engulfs it in the hot wet cavern

of her mouth. With a lingering slurp, she draws back, the tip of her

tongue against the underside stripping a last dribble of semen from the

shaft.

"I did it." she squeals, half in wonder, "I really did it. And I'm gonna

suck it ALL out next time."

"You missed a bit." I grin, pointing at the gooey strands festooning my

pubes.

"No way!" her face screws up in disgust, "That's too gross."

I have to smile at her values, sucking semen from my cock is fine, licking

it out of the surrounding hair is not. She returns my smile crookedly,

protesting, "Well it is."

"I didn't say a word." I say my smile broadening.

"You didn't have to." she returns.

"Well if you aren't going to clean it up," I say, "will you pass me a

towel, so I can?"

"O.K." she chirps cheerfully and presents me with a charming view of her

still boyish buttocks and the shining, puffy lips of her sweet pussy, as

she crawls across the room. My cock twitches at the sight, but she has

left me too drained to respond in the fashion that her delightful display

deserves.

When she rises and turns back to me, she coquettishly hides her charms

behind the towel, holding it in front of her body as she smiles

seductively at me over the upper edge. She comes to a halt just out of

reach and treats me to brief tantalising glimpses of her glistening mons.

I snatch at the towel, but she dances back grinning and resumes flashing

her pussy at me. Then with a final flash of her creamy white buns, she

darts past me into the kitchen. poking her head back through the door, she

points at the coffee table, saying, "Bring that." and disappears.

Chapter 5 - Hot Tub Fun.

Smiling, I gather up the bong and bowl and follow her through the kitchen

to the conservatory. She is already in the roiling water and her eyes

follow my bobbing, dangling member as I approach. I set the bong down and

shuck off my robe, dropping it on top of her discarded towel.

I then step into the water and take a seat opposite her. She watches me

through the rising steam and as soon as I pick up and pack the bong she

scoots around to sit beside me. Watching as I light up and pull the sweet

intoxicating smoke deep into my lungs. Holding the smoke in, I sit back

and pack her last pipe for the evening. Finally my vision starts to go and

I'm forced to breathe out.

Alison watches fascinated, as my breath whooshes out, without a trace of

smoke showing. "How did you do that?" she asks.

"Do what?" I return, my head spinning.

"Not blow any smoke." she says accusingly.

"I didn't want to." I reply in the most aggravating tone I can conjure.

"Well give me that." she cries snatching the bong from my hand. "I want to

try."

'This should be interesting.' I think to myself grinning.

"Light it for me," she orders, "my hands are wet."

"Yes miss." I acquiesce subserviently, "Right away miss."

Alison snorts into the bong, and mull puffs from the cone. "Don't do

that!" she cries. "Now pack me another one."

"Yes miss." I take the bong from her with downcast eyes.

"Stop it." she giggles.

"Stop what miss?" I ask as I pack the bong.

"STOP CALLING ME MISS." she all but yells.

"Of Course..." I say, "... mistress."

"Stop it!" she giggles, punching me in the arm. "Now give me that."

I hand her the bong, pick up the lighter and wait for her to take a few

deep breaths as she gets her giggles under control. When she nods and puts

her lips to the mouthpiece, I light it for her. Now it is my turn to be

surprised. I watch her pull on the bong until the cone empties and air

whistles down the stem.

She lifts her head and stares into my eyes. As I look back she emits a

couple of tiny snorts and tears start to form in the corners of her eyes,

but, somehow or other, she keeps the smoke in her lungs. I take the bong

from her and set it aside. Finally, she releases her breath explosively.

Grinning tightly, she dashes the tears from her eyes and lowers her head

into her hands.

"Oh wow!" she moans, "My head's really spinning. I did it, but I don't

know if I want to try again."

"Well you're not going to get the chance tonight." I tell her, "You've had

more than enough. Are you all right?"

"Uh-huh." she nods, then groans, "Ooooh, that makes me dizzy."

"Here." I say, and pull her into my lap, where she curls up and rests her

head on my shoulder. I cup her bottom in my hand and gently run my

fingertips along the length of her pouting pussy lips.

"Mmm that's nice." she murmurs, snuggling closer.

Under my light touch, I feel her vulva begin to swell, and her breathing

quickens. I lay my finger along the length of the tight split between her

labia and press inwards, they give way before me and clasp my finger in

their sweet, slick, warm embrace.

Alison moans softly, deep in her throat and pushes back against my hand,

"Mmmm, yesss." she murmurs, kissing my chest, "Tickle my pussy. Make me

feel good again."

Happy to comply, I whisper, "Yes mistress." and feel, more than hear her

soft giggle. I gently trace the lines of her inner labia within the

pliable folds of her maturing pussy, brushing my fingertip over the pebbly

hardness of her clit, nestled at the top of her precious little slit. Back

along the length of her vulva I trace, carefully skirting the tight

entrance to her vagina, I lightly tickle her perineum, causing her to

wriggle.

Back and forth along the sweet, slick length of her beautiful pussy, I

drag my finger, while she makes happy little noises and squirms

contentedly. Once, as my finger passes near her vagina, one of her

wriggles causes the tip to slip inside and she stops dead. But as I

carefully begin to extract it, she stops me and says, "No, it's all right,

you can put your finger in me."

"You sure?" I whisper into her hair.

"Uh-huh," she nods, "I was just testing you before."

"Really, why?" I ask.

"I wanted to make sure you was as nice as Jenny said you was." she

replies.

"Oh!" I remain still as I digest this.

"Well hurry up and stick it in." she interrupts my thoughts and wriggles

against my hand. "Oooh!"

"Oh, you like that?" I ask, moving my finger in small circles, teasing her

with just the very tip.

"Uh-huh." she nods.

"Are you sure?" I tease her, changing the direction of the rotation.

"Yess I'm sure." she hisses, "Now put it in properly."

"Really, REALLY sure?" I tease and flick another finger across the tip of

her clit.

"YESSS!" she cries in frustration, then moans a long drawn out, "Noooo!"

as I pull my finger completely free of her vagina. "Put it back." she

pleads, almost whimpering, "Please, put it back. I really want it. I need

it."

I tease the soft skin of her perineum, from her tightly clenched anal

pucker to the back of her heated, swollen labia for a few more seconds,

enjoying her frustrated moans and wriggles as she tries to trap my

questing digit. I catch her hand as she tries to grab my wrist and guide

me into her. Then after a few more seconds of teasing to heighten her

anticipation, I insinuate my fingertip between her enlarged labia and

slowly slide it home, into a heated, glove like sheath that opens before

me and clasps my intruding finger in an unbelievably tight embrace.

"Yess!" She hisses, "Oh, yesss! That feels sooo good. Move it in and out.

Fuck me with your finger."

As I start sliding my finger in and out, she hisses again, and again,

"Yess, Yesss, Oh, yess! Sssooo good."

Releasing her trapped hand, I slide my other hand down over her gently

undulating belly and insinuate it between her slim thighs, brushing the

side of my forefinger across the tip of her distended clit. "Again!" she

squeaks, "Do it again."

She pulls her upper leg up to her chest, giving me plenty of room, between

her legs. Turning my hand to cup her bulging mound I rub my palm in small

circles over her engorged clitoris. drawing further squeaks and moans of

excitement from her barely pubescent frame.

A new idea strikes me and I completely withdraw my finger from her

clasping sheath. "Noooo!" she moans, "Put it back. I want to cum so bad."

Then, "Yes, Yess, Yesssss!" as I slide the index finger of my other hand

into her young box.

At the same time, I circle the crinkled pucker of her little arsehole.

Back and forth, my hands shuttle between her legs, swapping fingers with

each gentle thrust into her body, Alternately teasing her clit and her bum

hole. "Oh Yess! God yesss!" she squeaks, "Faster, do it faster."

I comply with her wishes and soon my hands are flying back and forth

between her quivering thighs, until a particularly violent wriggle on her

part causes me to push the finger of one hand into her vagina before the

other is out of the way.

She tenses at the added intrusion and I stop dead, with the middle finger

of each hand half buried in her tight little twat, scared that I've hurt

her. "No," she gasps, "don't stop! Push 'em right in."

I try to do so, but the rest of my fingers become entangled in each other.

I pull my finger out and she cries, "No, put them back. Oh!" she squeaks

as I replace them with the first two fingers of my right hand, driving

them home to the last knuckle as I caress her clit with the ball of my

thumb.

"Oh yess!" she squeals ecstatically, "fuck my pussy with your fingers.

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck, fuck, fuck." she babbles obscenities in time with

the thrusts of my fingers into her body. With the fingers of my left hand

I begin circling her tightly clenched anal sphincter, teasing her as I

plunge the fingers of my other hand in and out of her creaming cunt.

"Eeeek!" she squeals shrilly. "What are you doing?" she asks as her anus

relaxes under my orbiting finger and opens to accept the tip.

"Relax," I sooth her, still teasing her clit, but keeping the rest of my

fingers still, "you're going to love this."

"But it's dirty." she objects.

"Very nasty." I agree, "But it's going to drive you wild."

"Does Jenny like it?" she asks.

"She loves it." I say.

"Well O.K." she agrees timorously, "But you've got to stop if I tell you

to."

"Of course." I agree and gently work my fingers back and forth, not

actually moving them, just encouraging the tightly clenched rings of

muscle to relax.

Her vagina is the first to ease up and she releases a drawn out sigh of

satisfaction as my fingers slide home within its sweet, rubbery confines.

Gradually, as I slowly work my fingers in and out of her tight vaginal

sheath, I feel her arsehole relax and the first knuckle of my finger

slips, with a rush, into the warm, buttery confines of her rectal passage.

She squeals at the sudden intrusion and I stop as I ask, "Are you O.K.?

Does it feel all right?"

"It feels funny," she answers, "sort of like I need to poo, but it feels

good too."

It gets better" I tell her and continue.

A few seconds later, she has taken my entire finger into the buttery

depths of bowels and is rocking her hips back and forth, forcing herself

harder onto my fingers as I plunge them alternately into her holes. "Yess,

oh yesss, yes, yes!" she yelps excitedly, "Fuck my bum, fuck my cunt. Fuck

me with your fingers. Fuck meee-eeee!" Her voice rises in pitch and she

cries, "Oh, Oh God, it's, it's happening, I'm gonna cum. I'm, I'm, I'm,

... Ohhh, I'm cum...aieeeemrmff."

Her voice mounts to a shrill scream that she muffles by turning her face

into my chest, as I drive my finger into her tightly clenched rear passage

and she cums. Her exquisitely tight little vagina and arsehole become even

tighter, as they clamp down on my deeply buried fingers, clenching and

relaxing rhythmically, again and again, as she shudders through the most

intense experience of her young life.

Slowly her tremors subside, reduced to occasional twitches and shivers.

She draws a shuddering breath and her forehead bangs against my chest

twice before she finds the strength to lift her head and look up into my

eyes. Blinking away the tears of reaction, she licks her lips and

whispers, "It never ever felt that good before, thankyou."

"Your welcome." I whisper back, "Do you want it to feel even better?"

Her eyes widen in surprise. "No way!" she cries, "It couldn't get any

better than THAT! I'd die." A sudden smirk flashes onto her face, "But

you're right, I'd die happy."

"Well you don't quite die," I grin back, "but I have made Jenny pass out a

few times. Wanna give it a go?"

"Maybe." she grins up at me, "Can I do it to you?"

"You can try," I say, "but it's a lot harder to do it to a man."

"How come?"

"I guess it's because a girl can have lot's of orgasms straight after each

other." I explain, "Most men can only have one orgasm at a time. So to do

it to a man, you have to make it really good."

"Why do girl's get lots?"

"Probably because a man doesn't have to carry something as big and heavy

as bowling ball around inside his belly for months and then squeeze it out

through a hole this big." I hold up my circled thumb and forefinger by way

of demonstration. She giggles at my explanation and I continue, "A girl

gets more and better orgasms to make up for it."

"So how do I make it really good for you?" she asks with a wicked gleam in

her eye.

"By nearly making me cum and stopping and then doing it again and again."

"Uh- huh," she nods her understanding, "like you told me in the lounge."

"Just like that" I agree.

"Can I do it now?"

"Not tonight honey." I say and her face falls. "It would take to long and

you've got to go to bed pretty soon."

"Do I have to." she protests, "Mum won't know."

"But I will." I say, "I promised your mama you'd be in bed by nine

thirty."

"Ten." she automatically corrects me.

"O.K. Ten." I say.

"But I want to suck your cock like Jenny does and let you squirt in my

mouth and I want you to fuck me too."

"Well you'll have to make up your mind there." I say with a grin, "I can

only cum once more before your bedtime. What's it going to be, fuck or

suck?"

"Both!" She giggles a little self consciously, "Uh, Jenny says you do

something to her sometimes." her voice tapers off into silence.

"Like what?" I ask, already knowing the answer, but enjoying her mental

squirming.

"Um, she says you lick her pussy." she says.

"I think I can manage that." I grin, "Is there anything else you'd like?"

"Yeah, you can get your finger out of my bum," she giggles, "I want to

piddle."

I pull my fingers free of her sweet pussy and tight little arsehole and

help her from the water. Taking up the towel, I wrap it around her slim

body and briskly rub her dry.

Chapter 6 - 'Golden' Shower Time.

"How do I turn off the spa?" I ask.

Alison reaches down to the controls and kills the blower and says "We'll

just cover it up and leave the heater on so it's ready for tomorrow."

She then helps me spread an insulating cover over water and we gather up

Rene's clothes, my robe and the bong. She pouts when I put the bong and

bowl away. I follow her through the laundry and into the toilet, dumping

Rene's clothes along the way.

Alison stands in front of the toilet and when I make no move to continue

through to the bathroom, she asks, "Do you want to watch me piddle?"

"If you'll let me." I reply.

"That's rude?" she giggles and sits on the pot, spreading her legs wide.

"Hang on." I say and kneel down on the tiled floor in front of her. I

guide her into a slightly hunched position at the back of the seat, with

her pelvis tilted upwards. Using my thumbs I pull apart her rubbery labia

and stare into the sweet pink furrow thus revealed.

"This is so naughty, but it's making my pussy feel all tingly inside too."

"Just looking at your beautiful little pussy is making me tingly too." I

say.

She suddenly pulls her self upright and pushes my hands away from her

pussy. "Get that mirror, I want to look too." she says, pointing around

the corner into the bathroom.

I get up and get the magnifying, makeup mirror, then kneel before her and

helping her back into position. She holds the mirror on one of her thighs

tilting it until she has a good view of her puffed up vulva, as I once

again stretch her pussy lips apart.

She only gives me a few seconds to contemplate her glistening pink bits

before she starts pointing. "That's my clitoris, right? What do you call

these?" she points at her inner lips."

"Here," I say, taking away one hand and guiding her free hand into place,

"You hold this side." Taking her pussy lip between thumb and forefinger

she stretches it much further than I would have dared, pulling the other

from beneath my thumb. Emulating her, I secure the other and stretch it

the same way; until her vagina, a deep, wet cavern of mystery, opens up of

its own accord.

"O.K." I say pointing at her clit, insheathed within its hood. "This bit

is actually the prepuce, or hood of your clitoris. Here inside it," I

gently skin it back to reveal her iridescently shining, pink pearl, "is

your clitoris. It's got more nerves in it, than the skin of your whole

back. That's why it's so sensitive.

"These here," I trace the taught lines of her outer labia "are your labia

major, that means big lips, they're also called outer pussy lips. Now can

you work out what these are?" I point to her inner lips.

"Little lips?" she answers questioningly.

"That's right, labia minor, that means little lips, or inner pussy lips.

And of course you know what this is." I say, sliding a finger deep into

her vagina.

"My vagina." she giggles.

"Right, or pussy hole, cunt hole or fuck hole. And this is your pee hole

or urethra." I say, tickling the tiny slit below her clitoris.

As soon as I do so, I know it is a mistake. She giggles at the feathery

touch and I feel the tiny opening bulge under my fingertip, as a pale

golden spurt of urine shoots out. Blocked by my finger it sprays sideways

onto her legs and up onto her belly.

"Oops, sorry." she giggles, getting it under control and choking off the

flow.

"'sa'right!" I reply in a gravely voice.

"Greg?" her voice is so low as to be almost inaudible.

"Yes?"

"Will you do it again?" she asks in a small voice, "It felt good."

Obviously Jenny had at least managed to keep our games a secret when she

spilled the beans to Alison, so I ask, "How would you like to sit on me

and piddle all over me?"

Shocked, she lets another small spurt of pee go. Staring at me she asks,

"Isn't that dirty?"

"Not really, I've read that pee is clean enough to drink, even if it

doesn't taste the best. But it is nasty isn't it? Wanna try?" I grin up at

her.

"Yeah!" she grins, "But we better do it in the shower so we don't make a

mess. Now hurry up and help me, I'm bursting."

I take the mirror and put it one side, then lift her and carry her to the

shower cubicle, where I sit half reclining in the base. Alison, already

spraying pee, straddles me and stretching her pussy lips to the sides, she

sits in my lap, with my rampant cock between them. Her piss is hot on my

flesh, as it sprays in all directions, all over my belly and legs and up

my chest almost to my chin.

Alison throws her head back and closes her eyes, as she rocks her hips

back and forth, grinding her pussy on my engorged member. Deep in her

throat, she moans in ecstasy. I lift my hands to tweak her tumescent

nipples and she places her hands over mine, crushing my fingertips closed

on the stiff fleshy nubbins.

All too soon, the steamy flow stops and she groans in disappointment.

Shifting my hands to her hips I lift her glistening wet pussy to my mouth.

Clamping my lips over her pussy I drag my tongue from one end of her slit

to the other. She doesn't taste too bad, a little acrid and pretty salty,

but nothing like the ammoniacal surprise my disgusting little brother once

left in a cup on the table.

With a muffled cry, she grabs hold of the soap dish and grinds her pussy

against my face. With my hands, I push her back an inch or so, so that I

can better service her sweet gash. Pointing my tongue, I probe between her

fat labia, searching for the entrance to her vagina. When I find it, I

drive my tongue inside and wriggle the tip, causing her to yelp with

pleasure.

Withdrawing my tongue, I pull her pussy lips apart and find her rock hard

little clitoris. Each flick of my tongue over the fat little nubbin,

wrings an animalistic growl of pleasure from her and she tries to force

her oozing gash against my face. I suck the blood filled little shaft

between my lips and reach around behind her. Then as I bite down with my

lip cushioned teeth on her pulsating clit, I drive my thumb deep into her

vagina.

Her whole body goes rigid, and I hear her grunt solidly, as her cunt goes

into spasms around my thumb. With a jerk that makes me fear for the soap

dish, she thrusts her hips forward and grinds her adolescent pussy against

my lips. Again and again her young body convulses, as I extend her orgasm

with my flickering tongue on her swollen clit, until finally, unable to

take any more she looses her grip on the soap dish and starts to slide

down the wall.

Keeping my thumb embedded in her contracting vagina, I carefully lower her

back into my lap and cradle her head against my shoulder. Gradually her

breathing slows and she moans, lifting her head to look up at me. "Oh,

wow!" she groans, "That was so good. But how could you lick my pussy when

it had piddle all over it?"

"Like I said," I reply, "It's clean and it doesn't taste too bad when it's

fresh. So you liked having your pussy licked."

"God yes!" she exclaims, "You can lick my pussy any time." Her face takes

on a meditative look and she asks, "Do you want to piddle on me now?"

"Alison," I say, giving her a serious look, "are you saying that because

you want me to, or just because you think you have to do it, because I let

you do it to me?"

"No." she replies, "I want you to do it, but I don't know if I want to

taste it."

"Well don't then." I reply, "What Jenny told you is true; If you don't

want to do it, you don't have to. And if you do want to try or do

something, just ask me. I might say no, but I won't get mad, or think any

less of you for it. On the other hand, if I ever find out you did

something you didn't want to, just because you thought it would please me

or somebody else, then I'll never play these games with you again. O.K.?"

"Uh-huh." she nods looking serious. "Now can you piddle on my boobs and

pussy?"

"Well there's a little problem there." I reply with a grin, "Men can't pee

when they're hard."

She scoots back, looks down at my rampant cock and giggles, "I'd call that

a big problem. I still don't know how it's going to fit in me."

"Well it's not really THAT big, they come in all sizes and some can be

twice as big. And think about it for a moment, if a baby can come out of

that hole, there shouldn't be any problems getting my baby maker into it."

"I guess you're right." she giggles. "And do they really get that big?"

she asks, her eyes widening with incredulity.

"Yup, that big." I grin at her, "Big enough to tickle your tonsils, I'm

just an average sort of bloke."

"Well you're still too big for what I want now." she pouts, "How do I make

it small?"

"Well you could pump the cream out." I respond, knowing what her reaction

to that will be.

Sure enough, she objects strenuously, "No, you've got to fuck me tonight.

Is there any other way?"

"Well there's always the cold shower." I reply.

Before I have a chance to stop her, she pulls herself free of my impaling

thumb and turns the cold tap on full, causing us both to gasp.

Immediately, my erection wilts like a chocolate Easter bunny in a blast

furnace and I struggle to my feet. I shut off the icy water and glare down

at her, "Actually I was just going to use a wet cloth, that was a bit

much."

"You did say a cold shower," she says through chattering teeth. She looks

down at my shrivelled member and giggles, "Anyway, it worked and you can

piddle on me now."

"Let's warm up a bit first." I say. Turning the shower head to the wall, I

adjust the temperature to as hot as I think she can stand and turn the

spray back on us. Alison gasps at the heat, but turns her face up into the

falling water.

Once we stop shivering, she reaches for the taps and turns off the water.

Taking a firm hold on my somewhat recovered member, she says, "O.K. you

can give me another sort of shower now."

With a conscious effort of will, I relax my bladder and send out a strong

spurt of hot piss, which hits her in the belly. She jumps and squeaks at

the impact, but recovers quickly and aims my stream at her chest, moving

it from side to side coating both of her tiny breasts with my pee. She

then trails the flow down over her belly, and aims it at the juncture of

her thighs, spreading her pussy lips apart, to direct it against her still

hard clit.

She moans at the impact and my cock begins to harden in response. Then in

a surprising move, she drops to her knees and aims the golden stream at

her face. With one hand she furiously masturbates her clit, the other

holding my cock steady, as she turns her face back and forth in the hot

outpourings of my bladder.

With amazing rapidity. my cock continues to harden and she has to fight it

down, to keep it aimed at her beautiful elfin face. It is with some

difficulty, that I force the last of my pee out, releasing it in short

sharp bursts.

Keeping her eyes closed, she releases my cock to slap wetly, against my

belly and lowers her hand to join the other between her legs. Her left

hand furiously rubs and pinches her swollen, bruised looking clit, while

the other delves deeper and she drives three fingers as far as she can

force them into her box. Leaning back against the wall, she rapidly

plunges them in and out, driving herself towards another massive climax,

her head banging unnoticed, against the tiles.

I drop to my knees in front of her, slipping a hand behind her head to

cushion it, as I take hold of her left nipple with the other. Leaning

forward I take her starboard teat between my teeth and start to gently

chew on it. I taste my own, stronger flavoured urine, on her skin, but

caught up in pleasuring her, I ignore it and concentrate on flicking my

tongue back and forth across the stiff, rubbery nubbin of flesh caught

between my teeth.

In only a matter of seconds, she grunts, and her juvenile frame bucks

beneath me, as she cums. Thrusting her chest out and mashing the small

hillock of her breast against my bared teeth. Her orgasm is short and

sharp, subsiding as quickly as it rose and a few seconds later, her chest

heaving she pulls away from me.

I sit back on my heels and look down into her glistening face, as she gets

her breathing under control. Taking hold of her wrist, I pull her fingers

from her ravaged twat and lift them to my lips. Feeding her fingers into

my mouth, I wash the bitter taste of my piss away with the succulent

juices of her spend.

A moment later, I hear her asks, "Uh Greg, could you turn the shower back

on so I can wash my face and open my eyes?"

I slip my arm, beneath hers and help he to stand on trembling legs, then

adjust the water to a comforting warmth. She turns her face up into the

falling water and leans into me as she luxuriates in the soothing spray. A

minute later, she turns the water off and keeping her arm around my waist,

she pulls me from the shower.

We roughly towel ourselves dry and make a dash for the lounge, where we

take our time, to properly dry each other in front of the wall furnace. I

then take a couple of cushions from the couch and pull Alison down to sit

between my legs in the warm blast off air coming from the grill, as I

attend to her hair for the second time that night.

When I'm done she, takes the brush from me and stands behind me while she

does mine. She then starts to sit in front of me, but changes her mind.

With a very definite, "Don't move." she skips from the room and returns a

moment later, holding something behind her back.

She drops gracefully into a half lotus before me, giving me a clear view

of her pretty, young pussy. I notice that even in this widespread position

the shell like halves of her vulva remain mostly closed, though at the

top, the hood of her clitoris is clearly visible and at the bottom I can

see a black slit within a slit, that indicates the position of her vaginal

entrance.

She only gives me a few seconds to contemplate the delightful vista before

her hands and the hairbrush block my view, as she goes to work on my

beard. Once she is satisfied that it is tangle free, she divides it down

the middle and then divides the right half into three. With nimble fingers

she quickly plaits it and says, "Close your eyes and don't open them until

I tell you to."

I close my eyes and feel her fasten the end. "Keep them closed." she

admonishes me, as she goes to work on the other side. Half a minute later

she finishes the left and says, "O.K. you can open them now."

I open my eyes and I'm presented with my horrendously magnified visage in

the makeup mirror and then I catch sight of what she has used to fasten

the ends of the plaits. Two bright pink bows of inch wide ribbon adorn the

tips of my tightly plaited forked beard.

Cocking my head to one side like a bird, I say, "I think I can live with

the plaits, but those ribbons have to go."

"I don't know," she says grinning, "I think they're kinda cute."

"Yeah 'ugly but fascinating'." I return, reaching up to tug them free.

"No!" Alison restrains my hand, "It's just a joke, here." she takes hold

of one plait and tugs the ribbon off, replacing it with an elastic band,

she then does the other and holds the mirror up again.

"You know, I think I like it." I say, turning my head, this way and that,

to get a better look. "Now all I need to do is grow my hair long here" I

indicate my temples. "and I'll look like a real barbarian.

"And do you know what barbarians do?" I ask with a leer.

"No." she replies with a grin, that tells me she can make a good guess.

"They capture beautiful, young virgins and subject them to a fate worse

than death." I growl and suiting my actions to my words, I pluck the

mirror from her hands and setting it aside I take hold of her and throw

her over my shoulder.

Chapter 7 - What's She Been Up To?

Falling into the part, she feebly beats at my back and quietly shrieks,

"Oh no, not that. Spare me, please spare me."

"Never." I say, gently swatting her on the backside, "I've captured you

and now I'm going to have my wicked way with you. The only question is;

Where do you want it, here, your room or your mother's."

"My room." she declares and returns to beating my back with blows that

might just concuss a gnat, while uttering shrieks that would be inaudible

from across the room.

I rise to my feet and start to carry her from the room. "Oops," I say

setting her down, "we'd better take these with us or Rene's going to

wonder what's going on." I throw her nightie at her, while picking up and

slipping on my robe. I put the cushions back on the couch, while Alison,

takes care of the TV and Video. She then comes to stand before me,

obviously waiting for me to put her back over my shoulder.

Taking a good grip on her hips, I do so and she goes back to her thumping

and squealing as I begin to detail the depraved and degenerate actions I

intend to perform on her poor, defenceless body.

"First, I'm going to strip this flimsy rag from your, trembling terrified

body and then I'm going to rub my great, filthy hands all over your sweet,

innocent, little body like this." I demonstrate by trailing my hand up her

legs, under the hem of her nightie, to gently squeeze and maul her

delightfully firm buttocks.

"And then, I'm going to force my nasty fingers up inside your little

girl's cunt like this." Again I suit actions to words and push my middle

finger into the steaming, sopping wet, velvety passage, that lies between

her quivering thighs. As soon as my finger slides home, she goes limp and

a tremulous sigh escapes her lips. A moment later she gains purchase by

wrapping her arms around my chest and humps her hips up and down, fucking

herself on my intruding digit.

"Come on." I say, withdrawing my finger from the tight, warm embrace of

her youthful pussy. "We'd better get to your room, before I drop you here

on the floor and fuck you right outside Rene's bedroom."

I shush her as she giggles and look in on Rene. Somehow or other, she has

gotten herself entangled in the bed clothes. Her nightie is rucked up

under her armpits, exposing the bottom of her ribs and cute little belly.

The sheet and doona are wrapped around her legs and lower body.

Setting Alison down on the floor, I carefully disentangle the bed clothes

and fold them down to the foot of the bed. Rene doesn't even stir as I

pull her nightie down. I wave Alison around to the other side of the bed,

so she can help me with the bedclothes, but instead of taking hold of the

sheet, she flips the hem of her little sister's nightie up and with a

muffled giggle, pulls her leg to one side. Though the light from the hall

is dim, the shadows sharply delineate the lines of her sweet young pussy

and I imagine that I can see just a hint of moisture in the deepest

shadows.

"I dare you to kiss it." Alison whispers from across the bed and I look up

to see the light gleam from her teeth as she grins at me.

Grinning back at her, I carefully put my hands on either side of Rene's

tiny frame and lower my lips to her pouting pussy. As I get closer, I

inhale and I detect more than a hint of an unmistakable odour and I think

to myself, 'well she obviously liked the way I fixed her bathers, I wonder

if she made herself cum.'

Drinking of the heady, intoxicating aroma of her arousal, I gently press

my lips to the smooth, hairless skin of her five year old vulva. Then

unable to resist, I dip my tongue between her legs and taste of her sweet

ambrosial nectar, dragging the rough tip of my tongue, the full length of

the fine crack separating the perfect, hairless halves of her pre-teen

pussy.

It is with an extreme effort of will, that I stop myself from falling upon

her succulent little pudenda and devouring her whole. Instead I

reluctantly drag myself away and cover the source of my temptation.

I look up at Alison and meet her open mouthed stare with a grin, waving

for her to take hold of the sheet. Fumbling, she does so and we draw it up

under Rene's chin and carefully tuck her in. She then helps me with the

doona and lightly brushes her lips across her little sister's cheek, then

motions for me to do the same.

As I do so, I feel her twitch as one of my braids tickles her under the

nose and I hastily pull back, watching as she frees a hand and scrubs it

back and forth across her upper lip. With a little mumble, she rolls over

onto her side and burrows her nose under the edge of the doona.

Silently, I walk around the end of the bed, hold out my hand to Alison.

Instead of taking it she wraps her arm around my waist and snuggles into

my side, pulling my hand down to cup her right breast through the soft

cotton of her nightie.

She remains silent until we reach her room, but as soon as the door is

closed she turns until the tip of my cock rests between her budding

breasts and looks up at me. In a mock accusing tone, she says, "I said,

kiss it not lick it."

"But she smelled so good," I reply apologetically.

"So, what did she taste like, better than me?" her expression tells me

what answer I'd better give to that question.

However some little demon prompts me to say, "Yep." I wait for her

expression to darken, before grinning and adding, "But, I haven't tasted

you without pee sauce, so who can tell."

"Oooh, you, you, you bugger!" she says and thumps my chest.

"Seriously though," I say, "there are no betters or worse, everybody is

just as good as everybody else, just different. Of course that doesn't

count if you haven't washed for a week. In that case I'll tell you, you

stink and taste like shit."

She giggles at the last, and I grin back at her, "Want to hear something

funny?" I ask.

"What?"

"I know how your baby sister got all tangled up like that." I say and

wait.

Alison tries to outwait me, but her curiosity gets the better of her and

she asks "How?"

"I think, your little sister has found out that her pussy is good for more

than peeing with and she fingered herself to sleep."

"Your kidding," Alison giggles, "Rene?"

"Uh-huh," I nod, "she certainly smelled like it."

"And of course you just HAD to taste her, just to make sure."

"Of course." I reply with an air of injured innocence.

"I think you're just a dirty old man, who likes to do naughty things to

little girls." she accuses, "But that's all right, I'm a little girl and I

want you to do naughty things to me right now."

"Come on." she starts pushing me towards the foot of the bed. I feel the

edge against the back of my legs and with a shove she topples me onto it.

She immediately starts tugging at the belt of my robe and as soon as the

knot gives way, she folds it back to expose my rampant member.

With a squeal of delight, she grabs hold, gives it a few quick pumps and

then takes hold of the hem of her nightie.

Smiling, I sit up and place my hands over hers, saying, "No, let me unwrap

you."

She smiles shyly back at me, and lets her nightie fall. I reach for the

hem and then an idea strikes me. She looks at me questioningly, as I rise

from the bed and go over to her dresser. It is identical to Rene's and

taking a chance, I tug open the top draw. Yep there are her knickers, a

mixture of older cotton varieties and newer more grown up ones. In a

couple of cases, very grown up. For the occasion, I choose a full, high

waisted, pair of plain, white, cotton underpants.

Alison looks at them askance for a few moments, when I hand them to her,

but their symbolism dawns on her and she motions for me to turn around

while she puts them on. She then tugs my robe closed and reties the belt.

Pushing me back onto the bed, she stands before me, a picture of virginal

innocence.

Chapter 8 - A Fate Worse than Death.

As I grasp the hem of her nightie, a look of apprehension flickers across

her face, as she realises that the moment of truth is almost upon her.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask quietly.

"Uh-huh." she nods, "I'm just a little scared."

"It's O.K. to be scared." I tell her and immediately the fearful look

fades, though she continues to chew nervously on her lower lip. I lower my

eyes to the hem of nightie and start to slowly gather the material in my

hands, inching it higher and higher.

With six inches of cloth in my hands I pause to look up at Alison's face,

where anticipation has started to crowd out her nerves. Letting my gaze

fall once more, I resume gathering up her hem, raising it until her

knickers come into view.

She has arranged them perfectly. Although they are a little on the small

side, she has settled them low on her hips, so that the crotch is slightly

baggy between her legs giving no hint, as to the shape of her pudenda. My

heart thumps in my chest and my hands tremble, as I continue to lift the

soft fabric of her nightie higher.

Again I pause, just below the level of her breasts and when I raise my

eyes to hers, I'm met by her sweet, still slightly nervous smile. She

raises her hands above her head and I raise the nightie up to the level of

her chin. Her tiny breasts have become even smaller, flattened when her

skin is pulled tight by her upraised arms.

I stand to pull her nightie right off and toss it aside, before sitting

back down on the bed and drinking in the sight of her perfect pre-teen

body. She stands, a trifle self-consciously, before me, her hands folded

protectively in front of her groin.

"Perfect, just perfect." I whisper and she rewards me with a brilliant

smile, dropping her hands to her sides. I hold out my arms to her and she

climbs onto the bed, straddling my hips.

I gently enfold her in my arms, drawing her against my chest and pulling

her head down to my shoulder. Her arms slip around me and she hugs me

convulsively, sending a thrill of pure love through me. I gently caress

her back from the nape of her neck to the elastic waistband of her snow

white knickers.

Slowly her arms relax and she lifts her head to gaze lovingly into my

eyes. Lifting my hand to the back of her head, I gently, pull her forehead

down to my lips, planting a soft kiss just below her fringe. She then does

the same for me. Taking turns we exchange sweet soft kisses in this

fashion, eyelids, cheeks, nose and chin.

Finally, lip meets lip, at first gently, almost chastely, but it quickly

becomes more, as moaning, she parts her lips and increases the pressure of

her hand on the back of my head. Experimentally, I probe between her soft,

sweet lips with the tip of my tongue and she meets it with her own.

Teasingly, she flicks the tip of my tongue with hers and pulls back,

inviting me deeper.

I follow and again, her tongue greets mine, following it as I explore the

warm, minty cavity of her mouth. She briefly twines her tongue around

mine, before gently crowding it out of her mouth and I feel her tongue

agilely exploring the interior of my mouth.

Suddenly, I feel her lips tighten and she pulls back grinning. "I just

realised," she says, giggling, "that's the first time we kissed properly."

"I guess that is pretty funny." I smile back at her.

"Yeah," she giggles, "I've jerked you off, and sort of sucked your cock

and you've fingered me and licked my pussy and we've piddled all over each

other, but this is the first time we've really kissed properly."

"Well, do you like it?" I ask.

"Uh-huh," she replies, "but I want to feel what it's like to fuck now."

"Not so fast," I say, grinning, "you only get one first time, I want this

to be really special for you. Now close your eyes and enjoy."

Taking her beautiful elfin face between my hands I press my lips to her

forehead then gently to each of her eyelids. She squeaks in surprise as I

flick the tip of my tongue over eyelid and her eyes snap open. "Keep them

closed." I gently admonish her as I kiss them closed again.

Her cute little retrousse nose is next and she giggles as I completely

cover it with my lips and gently nip at the tip. "Shhh." I trail kisses

and tiny little licks over her cheek and lick and nibble around her

earlobe while she squirms beneath my ministrations. I follow the line of

her jaw, working my way around to her other ear with a rapid series of

nibbling kisses. Again she squirms as I take her earlobe between my teeth

and tug gently. I work my way across her cheek to her slightly parted,

moist lips.

She moans in disappointment as I just flick my tongue across her lips and

abandon them to gently bite her chin. Next I kiss and nibble her throat

causing her to throw her head back. Opening my mouth as wide as I can I

take her throat in my teeth and feel her entire body shiver convulsively.

Moving my lips to her right shoulder I kiss, and bite along her collar

bone. I then press my tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat,

before moving on to her left shoulder. As my lips move down her chest she

arches her back to present her small boobs up for my attention.

Cradling her in my arms like a baby, I turn and carefully lower her to the

bed. Kneeling beside her, I suck her entire right breast into my mouth,

enjoying the feel of her rubbery nipple everting itself under my tongue.

Leaving a wet trail across the center of her chest I move on to her left

breast, teasing the nipple erect with a series of rapid flicks of my

tongue. I then take it between my teeth and bites down gently. With a

quiet moan, she arches her back and presses the surrounding flesh to my

lips, then moans again as I release it.

I feel her tense as I trace a direct line from the hollow at the base of

her throat on an arrow straight journey towards her navel. At the last

moment I veer aside and she relaxes with a sigh. A moment later, she folds

up like a jackknife around my head and emits a muffled shriek, as I plunge

my tongue into the sensitive pucker positioned in the center of her belly.

From her navel I move to her right hip and trace a line of wet kisses

along the line of the waistband of her knickers. I then do the same along

the legbands, holding her legs together, when she would part them the give

me access to the cloth encased center of her being.

I leave another trail of nibbling kisses down her legs to her feet, where

pulling them together I suck both her big toes into my mouth at once, then

concentrating on one foot I take all of the toes into my mouth and lick

along the undersides. I then suck on the toes of the other foot before

turning her over on to her face.

I firmly grasp her ankle and give a broad flat lick to the sole of her

foot causing her to squeal into the pillow and try to jerk it from my

grip. The other foot receives the same treatment with a similar response.

Back and forth from one leg to the other, I trail licks and kisses up her

calves to the sensitive backs of her knees. I lick and she squirms and

squeaks yet again. Onwards and upwards I lick and nibble up the backs of

her thighs centring my attention on the more sensitive inner surfaces.

By the time I reach her cotton encased bottom, she is bucking her hips,

forcing her mons into the mattress as a heavenly aroma rises from between

her slim legs. I trace the line of her knickers, then briefly press my

lips to the each of the twin globes of her taught buttocks. She lifts her

hips for me as I take hold of the waistband of her knickers, then lowers

them again with a groan, as I release them with just the top of the crease

at the base of her spine showing.

Lowering my lips into the thus revealed valley, I work my way up her

spine, pressing my lips to each hard, knobbly vertebra until I reach the

base of her skull. Taking the back of her neck between my teeth, causes

her to shiver in reaction, her face coming clear of the pillow, as she

arches her head back, moaning deep in her throat.

I loosen the belt of my robe and sit back for just long enough to shrug it

from my shoulders and let it fall to the bed. Then before she can move, I

nuzzle into the side of her neck as I spread it beside her. As I roll her

on top of it, I find her lips with mine and part them with my tongue.

Hungrily, she all but inhales my tongue, sucking on it like it was a small

and prehensile cock. Just as hungrily, I explore every square millimetre

that I can reach within her mouth before pulling back and slipping my

thumbs into the waistband of her knickers.

As soon as she feels my hands on her hips, her eyes fly open and she looks

down. Noticing my nakedness, she lifts her eyes to meet mine and mouths

the single word, "Now?"

"Now." I confirm, and she lifts her hips for me. Slowly I tug her knickers

lower and lower, first exposing the top of her pubic mound and a few

seconds later the start of the crease between her labia. Millimetre by

millimetre I unveil her sweet, hairless pussy; until, in all its glory, it

is revealed to me.

Immediately the fabric clears her bottom, she lowers it back to the bed

and parts her legs slightly. As I tug her knickers lower, the fabric of

the gusset stick to the lips of her pussy and when it does pull free, long

gooey strands of her lubricants join her labia to the fabric. One by one

they break, the last persisting until her knickers reach mid thigh. Like a

baby she lifts her feet clear of the bed and in a single swift motion, I

divest Alison of the last of her clothing.

Raising the saturated fabric to my face, I inhale deeply, drawing the

intoxicating aroma of her arousal deep into my lungs. Extending my tongue,

I taste of her sweet juices, before setting the drenched bundle of cloth

aside, on the night stand.

For a few moments longer, I gaze into her eyes, deeply moved by the look

of complete and utter trust that I find there. No longer afraid, she is

ready for that single, unique act, which signals the beginning of the end

of her girlhood.

Slowly, but without hesitation, she lifts and separates her knees, giving

me complete access to the most intimate part of her body. With infinite

care, I move sideways to kneel between her feet. Craning her neck, she

strains to see down between her legs to where my rigidly upstanding cock,

rises from its nest of wiry dark hair.

I gently push her head back to the pillows and Starting at the top of her

head, I allow my gaze to fall on her, as I drink in every exquisite detail

of her body. Her long silky hair forms a golden corona that frames her

narrow lightly tanned face. Her eyes are a clear sky blue, bordered by

long almost invisible lashes. In the center of her face, between slightly

reddened cheeks lies her small, slightly retrousse nose, above barely

parted, cupid's lips.

I lower my gaze past her strong, slightly defiant chin and long, slender

neck to the tiny, perfectly hemispherical mounds of her nascent breasts,

crowed by tiny pea sized nipples. Just enough fat covers her torso to

conceal the lines of her ribs. In the center of her flat belly, my eyes

find the perfect round dimple of her navel.

Lower still, I reach the swell of her young pubis, the white, untanned

flesh of which, remains unsullied by all but the finest of peach fuzz.

Divided into perfectly symmetrical halves by the finest of cracks, it

frames the stiffly upstanding nubbin of her iridescent little clitoris.

From it, my gaze traces the deep pink lines of her swollen inner labia

to the narrow black slit of her vagina.

Her slim hips are just beginning to round and fill out into the lines of

her emerging womanhood. Swifter now, I sweep my gaze over the slim

well-toned lines of her firm thighs; past knees slightly scarred by rough

and tumble childhood activities, to firm, rounded calves; slim ankles and

small dainty feet.

Her eyes widen a little as I lean forwards to loom over her and the tip of

my prick brushes against the burning flesh of her swollen vulva. I gently

pull one of the pillows from beneath her head, then folding it double, I

push it beneath the other, easing the strain on her neck. I then gently

push one of her legs back towards her chest and guide her hand to hold it

behind the knee. Getting the idea, she lifts the other leg of her own

volition and takes hold of it too.

As she gazes down to where my cock hangs above her shining, puffed up

little pussy, I replace her hand on her right leg with my own, whispering,

"I'll hold this leg, that hand has another job to do."

For a moment she looks at my quizzically and then her mouth forms a little

'O' of comprehension as she realises that the moment is upon her, and that

even now, I am giving her control of the situation.

She reaches down and around her backside and fumbling a little, wraps her

small fingers around my shaft. Then taking a deep breath, she watches,

with eyes as big as saucers, while she angles my rock hard prick down

towards her waiting pussy. Following her lead, I lower my hips slightly

until the bulbous tip of my cock kisses the slick, hot ring of flesh at

the entrance to her virgin pussy.

When she pushes her hips upwards and tries to force the fat crown of my

prick into her body I suggest, "Move it around a little and get everything

nice and wet first."

Intently gazing at the where the tip of my cock meets her labia, she

begins dragging the head of my penis back and forth in the oily groove

between her legs, gasping as it passes over her hypersensitive clit. I

groan at the sheer, unadulterated pleasure as I feel the hot rubbery flesh

of her swollen labia open up around the tip of my cock and coat it with

her sweet slippery fluids.

I gently start to rock my hip, pushing as she brings the head of my cock

up to circle the rigid little shaft of her clitoris and again as it passes

over the center of heat and wetness that marks the entrance to her vagina.

With each pass over her vagina, I press a little harder, until suddenly

her labia open up around me and the top half of my swollen glans lodges in

the tight ring of muscles at the entrance to her vaginal sheath.

My groan of pleasure mingles with her moaning gasp and she stares, wide

eyed, at the point where our bodies have become one. Pressing inwards

experimentally I feel her open up around me until the tight ring of muscle

closes, with a snapping sensation, behind the flaring crown of my rigid

member.

Already, with barely the tip of my cock within the sweet tight confines of

her pre-teen pussy, I am close to cumming and I hold myself rigidly still

as I wait for the churning of my balls to subside. A few seconds later,

Alison lifts her hips and she moans deep in her throat as another inch of

my cock slides into the tight, warm embrace of her juvenile pussy.

Carefully, I pull back half of that inch and then push downwards slowly,

until her hand is caught between her swollen labia and my pubis and nearly

half of my cock is buried in the warm, wet confines of her body. The slow,

piston like plunge of my manhood into her body, seemingly forcing a moan

of delight from her slightly parted lips.

As I begin to pull back, Alison takes her hand from my shaft and takes

hold of her leg, allowing me to lower my hand to the bed. I withdraw until

the flare of my cock catches at the entrance to her vagina, then reverse

my direction and push back into her, gaining another fractional inch of

penetration.

Briefly, I lift a hand from the bed to guide the motions of her pelvis, in

counterpoint to my thrusts. She quickly picks up the rhythm, squeaking, as

she lifts her hips when I push down and dropping them with a moan, as I

pull back. Half a minute later, my pubic bone kisses hers, as I push the

last quarter inch of my shaft into the incredibly hot, tight clasp of her

velvety vaginal sheath.

"Oh my God, it's in." Alison breathes disbelievingly, gazing raptly at the

point of juxtaposition.

"How does it feel?" I ask, as I fight down the cum rising in my balls.

"Wonderful." she whispers, "It feels so good I don't want you to take it

out. Ever." She wiggles her hips a little, grinding her pebbly clit

between our bodies and moans, "Oh wow, that makes my tingle bump feel sooo

good."

"Noooo, put it back!" she moans as I pull back, slowly and steadily until

only my glans remains within her. Followed by a single drawn out hissing,

"Yesssss!" as I push back into her, not stopping until her clitoris is

crushed between our pelvis's. "Again!" she yelps from between clenched

teeth.

I back out a little faster and plunge back into her body, rotating my hips

as our bodies come together, crushing her clit between us. "Oh Yessss!"

she squeals, "Fuck me harder!"

Her face becomes a mask of pleasure and her hips jerk up to meet mine, as

I plunge faster and faster into her receptive pre-teen body. Our bodies

meet with a wet slapping sound, and before long she releases her grip on

her legs and wraps them around my waist, using the extra leverage to pull

me into her with greater and greater force. Her fingers dig bruisingly,

into the muscles of my upper arms and I use the pain as a focus to keep

myself from cumming too soon.

Each time our bodies meet, she rotates her hips, grinding her engorged

clit into my pubic mound. Beyond coherence, she moans and squeals deep in

her throat, thrashing her head from side to side. Suddenly, from deep

within her body, there rises a keen that is purely animal in nature and

she goes into convulsive spasms beneath me.

Surrounding my deeply embedded cock, her vaginal sheath contracts in

rippling waves, triggering my own climax. Jet after searing jet, of my

white hot seed burns a path through the shaft of my cock, to splash deep

inside her body, up against the neck of her womb. Almost crushing her

beneath me, I press my face into the pillow above her head, muffling her

howls of pleasure, against my chest, even as I bite into the pillow to

control mine.

On and on her orgasm continues, the milking action of her vaginal walls

prolonging mine long past the point where my balls have run dry, leaving

my prostate convulsing painfully. Finally her climax ends and my own

burning contractions are allowed to cease.

Before I crush her totally, I slip my arms beneath her shoulders and the

back of her legs and hold her to me, as I roll over onto my back.

Groaning, she tries to lift her head, but she is so spent that it falls

back with a thump, onto my chest. Mustering what little strength remains

to me, I slide my fingers beneath her chin and help her look up into my

face.

"How did you like your first time?" I ask her with a grin.

"I loved it." she whispers back, "I felt like I was going to die and I

didn't even care. Thankyou."

"Thank-YOU!" I whisper back, "Thankyou for sharing one of your most

precious moments with me. How do you feel now."

"Fucked!" she replies with a wan smile.

"Yes, you certainly are that." I say, with a quiet laugh.

"I'm too tired to hit you." she giggles, lowering her head back to my

chest. "So you'll have to imagine I just did."

Some time later I'm woken by Alison shivering in my arms and a burning

ache in my balls that tells me I have overspent myself. Carefully, I roll

her sleeping body off me, my now shrivelled cock pulling free of her

freshly fucked pussy. Surprisingly, only a tiny trickle of sperm leaks

from her vagina, but just in case, I roll her up in my robe, before

lifting her to my shoulder, while I pull back the bedclothes. She is so

exhausted that even when I slip and drop her the last foot to the

mattress, she doesn't even stir.

A glance at the clock beside her bed, as I pull the sheet and doona up

over her cocooned body, reveals that it is only ten thirty, but even after

resting for half an hour or so, I barely have the strength to stagger

through the house and douse all of the lights but the one in the hall.

Finally, I stumble into the master bedroom and crawl between the sheets.

Some time later I'm woken by a tiny hand shaking my shoulder. Blearily, I

blink my eyes, finally managing to focus, in the dim light from the hall,

on Rene's little face. "Greg," she says in a small voice, "I've wet the

bed. Can I sleep with you?"

Chapter 9 - Rene Too?

Bleary eyed and still half asleep, I roll out of bed not realising that

I'm naked until a tiny gasp makes me look to Rene, then follow the line of

her wide eyed gaze to my cock. "Oops!" I say, "Run along to the bathroom

Rene, I'll be with you in a minute. O.K.?"

Wide eyed, she stumbles backwards, her eyes looked on my cock, until she

bangs her shoulder on the doorjamb. She then turns and almost runs down

the hall to the bathroom. Leaving me wondering if I'd scared her with my

accidental exposure.

Turning on the bedside lamp, I grab a pair of jocks from my bag, slip them

on. Catching sight of myself in a mirror, I notice that one of my braids

has come undone, so I pull off the other elastic band and drag my fingers

through my beard.

I then check the bed in Rene's room to see what the damage is. Luckily she

has thrown the blankets back and when I check them, I find that they're

dry. So I Just gather up the wet sheets and mop up the worst of the

cooling mess on the rubber undersheet. After drying my hands on the corner

of a sheet, I grab a pair of dry knickers for her. I then take the sheet

into the laundry and set them soaking in the trough.

I enter the bathroom through the toilet and find Rene standing in the

middle of the tiled floor, still dressed in her wet nightie and shivering

from the cold.

"Oh you poor mite." I say, "You could have taken that off and wrapped

yourself in a towel while you waited."

"I didn't want to get it dirty." she whispers.

"That doesn't matter." I tell her, "If it happens again, you just wrap up

in a towel to stay warm. O.K.?"

"Uh-huh." she nods.

"Now lets get these wet things off and get you cleaned up." I say laying

the clean undies on the rim of the bath.

"Skin a rabbit." I say seizing the damp hem of her nightie and pulling it

off over her head. Underneath her cute little slit glistens with her

urine.

"Well here's the problem," I say pressing the back of my hand, with one

knuckle slightly extended, to her tiny mound. "this is all wet. I wonder

how that happened?"

"I wet it silly." she giggles, pressing a little against my hand.

"How did you do that?" I ask.

"Silly!" she giggles, pressing hard enough for my knuckle to slip between

her plump little pussy lips. "I piddled while I was sleeping."

"Well lets, get you cleaned up a bit and then I want you to do something

for me." I say, turning on the taps, wincing at the sound of the demand

type hot water service firing up.

"What's that?" she asks.

"I want you to see if you can piddle a bit more for me, so there's no

chance you'll wet your mummy's bed O.K.?"

"Uh-huh." she nods.

"Now spread your legs a bit Honey." I say , dampening a cloth with warm

water and rubbing a bit of soap on it. She does as I ask, moving her feet

well apart, and quickly wipe down her tiny body from neck to knee. Then

using the fingers of my free hand, I separate the halves of her still

closed pussy and take a quick peek at her tiny pink clitoris, before

wiping from her butt crack up to her belly button.

I then rinse out the cloth with clean water and repeat the procedure,

cleaning the residue of soap from her young body. In the few seconds it

takes me to shut off the water and drape the cloth over the edge of the

basin, she begins to shiver again and I quickly grab a towel and wrap her

in it, massaging her through the thick cloth to warm her up.

When I get to her pussy, she again pushes into my touch and a happy little

smile plays across lips. I spend a little longer than is strictly

necessary drying between her legs and her expression turns dreamy as her

eyes slowly close.

When I remove my hand, her eyes open and she turns a slightly disappointed

look on me. "Come on," I say, "are you ready to do that wee for me now?"

"Uh-huh." she nods, shrugging the towel from her shoulders. She trots into

the toilet and clambers up onto the seat, to sit legs splayed as she

strains to do as I'd asked.

"Hang on," I say from the doorway, "I've got an idea."

I step up to the basin and set the cold tap trickling into the drain. I

then go back to the toilet and kneel in front of her. Taking a chance, I

press her knees further apart and using my thumbs, I open up the thin

crack bisecting her fat little mound. Looking on curiously, she watches

what I am doing, but makes no objections.

"O.K." I say, in a low, steady voice, "I want you to close your eyes and

listen to the sound of the water running in the sink. I don't want you to

push and strain, I just want you to listen to the water. Can you hear the

water? What does the water sound like? It sounds like somebody piddling

doesn't it? Just relax and listen. Doesn't that sound make you want to

piddle too? Are you going to do a wee for me? Just relax and listen to the

water. Are... That's a good girl."

As I watch the little pink crease between her legs, I see the opening of

her urethra pucker outwards and a pale golden stream emerges and dribbles

into the bowl beneath her. She pees for about five seconds, then pushes

out a last couple of spurts, that hiss into the side of the bowl.

"That's all." she says and pulls a couple of sheets from the roll.

"Please?" she asks holding them out to me.

Changing to a one handed grip on her tiny mons, I take the wad of paper

from her and carefully dry her crack. Then after dropping the paper into

the bowl, I trace the length of her slit with my bare fingertip for the

first time.

"Mmmm." she hums.

"There you go," I say, lifting her down from the seat, "All dry. Now off

you go and put your knickers on, I need to have a widdle too."

I slide the door closed behind her, lift the seat and release my cock.

Thanks to Alison, I'm still only half hard, even after such a close

scrutiny of her little sister's pussy and watching her pee. Taking aim, I

direct my stream into the bowl, mixing my urine with Rene's.

When I finish, I turn towards the door as I reach for the button and I

catch a glimpse of a shadow disappearing from the crack between it and the

jamb. When I open the door, I find Rene rooted to the spot, with both legs

stuck in the same leg hole of her knickers and she looks up at me with a

scared expression on her face.

"Were you peeking?" I ask, smiling to let her know I wasn't mad.

Blushing prettily, she hangs her head and nods.

"It's O.K.," I tell her, "but you really shouldn't, your mummy mightn't

like it."

"You watched me." she mumbles, on the edge of tears.

"It's O.K. I'm not mad." I say, kneeling down and hugging her, "Watching

you was a bit different. I was helping you to pee and you're still a

little girl. But little girls aren't supposed to watch men widdling."

"Are you going to tell Mummy I peeked?" she asks, still not far from

tears.

"I tell you what." I say tilting her face up and smiling into her eyes, "I

won't tell her you watched me if you don't tell her I watched you. O.K.?"

"O.K." she says, sealing the bargain with a sweet kiss.

"Now lets get these on properly." I say stripping the knickers of her legs

and holding them open for her. She steps into them for me and I pull them

up snug on her hips, then as has become usual, I slip a finger into the

leg band and brush my knuckle along her slit a few time as I pull the

front panel taught.

Again she gets a dreamy look on her face, and she pouts a little when I

stop. Picking her up I settle her on my hip and carry her as I shut off

the tap and turn off the lights on my way to the bedroom, where I toss her

onto the bed. She giggles as she lands and bounces a few times.

"O.K. you, wriggle in here." I say to her, pulling back the corner of the

bedclothes. She quickly slips under the sheets and wriggles across to make

room for me to slip in beside her. As I pull the covers over us, she

snuggles up to my front and pulls my arm around her, then tucking her hand

in mine she hugs it to her chest and presses her little bottom even more

firmly into my belly.

I lift up onto my elbow to look down at her and she turns her head to look

back. I smile at her and whisper, "Goodnight little one."

"G'nite." she murmurs and puckers up for a kiss.

I briefly press my lips to hers then lower my head to the pillow and reach

behind me to turn out the light. And with the sweet little girl smell of

her hair filling my nostrils I drift off to sleep.

 
Clayton
(continued in ch. 10)