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Me and my girls, part 1
Written by Lensman.

This story is fictional, all characters and events depicted within are fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

I have one unbreakable rule (to paraphrase Isaac Azimov):
I may not harm a Little Girl, or through inaction allow a Little Girl to come to harm.

Keep these fantasies where they belong; in your head.

Story Codes: (Mgg, Cons, Incest, Pedo, Oral, Mast)

Story Intro: Where our hero adopts two girls and gets to know them. Build up for a long story, no real sex but some masturbation and oral at the end.

Chapter 1, Beginnings:

I suppose I should start this at the beginning, my name is Thomas Leyland but I prefer Tom, I am a 35 year old male, approximately 5'7" tall, brown hair with an average frame that, in fairness, could stand to loose a few pounds. I am also what most people would call a pedophile, not that I would intentionally harm any child, far from it, but I do find young girls sexually stimulating.

I can easily track back my attraction for small girls. I've always had a particular fondness for hairless pussy, well a few years ago when I was searching the internet for pictures I found a Japanese website featuring young girls (well they appeared young, no hair and no tits). These pictures had my heart racing and my dick hard... after a lot of further searching I found many such websites (a lot of which were Japanese also) and the mother lode... Newsgroups.
Those newsgroups did two things for me. One, they supplied my appetite for pictures (and still do), and two, they taught me how to be more secure and less naive about my Internet footprint (thank you Dr Who's FAQ!).

About a year ago I won a considerable amount of money on the local lottery (just under five million pounds). I won't lie to you; of course I let the money change my life. I retired early (ha! I had great pleasure going in there and telling my boss what he could do with the job, handing in my resignation and leaving). I also had a new house designed and built, a large sprawling building with built in swimming pool and photo studio (I've always liked to photograph things and people, and I thought to indulge my hobby). I also did the usual trips around the world, but I found I preferred to stay at home.

You may not believe me but after a while even lazing around surfing the internet, downloading porn and reading the stories on various websites gets a bit boring, no not boring, lonely. My sex life with women my own age has never been great (I had never had enough courage to try approaching any young girls), and after the win I kept seeing ulterior motives in any women I tried dating. Eventually, wherever I went, I would see families, kids with their mums and dads having fun or just out shopping, and this made the loneliness worse, so I decided to do something about it and get a family of my own. If I couldn't fully trust women I would adopt a child, a daughter to love and care for and, if I was lucky, I could 'play' with her and she would enjoy doing naughty things with her new 'daddy'.

Those of you have encountered the English adoption system will know what I mean when I say the next few months were bloody awful, the long waits, the red tape, the interrogations to check my 'suitability' and did I mention the long wait.
When I first applied to adopt I was allowed to state preferences, although there were no guarantees that I would get what I wanted I thought I would give it a go, so I put down that I would prefer a bright girl, aged between 2 and 4.

Eventually I was called in for a meeting with my caseworker 'Ms Sandwell'. I was ushered into the office by her plain, stick-thin secretary. Ms Sandwell stood and approached from around her chaotic overfilled desk, greeted me with a hearty "Hello Mr Leyland" and shook my hand with a grip I would expect from a man, and a strong one at that. She was a large woman with lank brown hair and a greasy complexion. She started right in without any pleasantries or preamble.
"I've got your application here," she said, waving vaguely in the direction of the overburdened desk "Luckily we have a match with your preferences, but we have hit a snag..." She paused so I asked "A snag?"
She said, "Yes, well possibly." She started rummaging through the paperwork on her desk until she found the one she wanted, read it and said, "Yes, Amy Jones aged 3 and 4 months." She then handed me the file open at the first page with a photo showing a beautiful little girl in a cute floral dress, she had dark blond hair cut in a bob and she had an adorable smile, I of course was smitten. Ms Sandwell continued "If you turn the page you'll see what I mean... Amy has a sister." I turned the page and saw another photo showing a slightly older version of Amy, with shoulder length hair and wearing jeans and a T-shirt, the photo was labelled; name: Ivy Jones, and a date of birth that would make her 4 and a half years old. I looked up and said, "So where's the snag?"
Ms Sandwell replied "I have a policy of not splitting up siblings if I can help it..."
I held up my hand, interrupted her and said "So why don't I adopt both girls... If that's allowed of course?"
She smiled and expressed a sigh of relief, "That's what I was hoping you would say, I'll get the paperwork started right away." She took the file and explained that a little over a year ago the girls' parents had been killed in a car accident, the girls were at home with a babysitter at the time. Soon after they were taken into care they were fostered and have been with those foster parents since. After taking some final details from me she ushered me out of her office.

After a wait that seemed like years, but was only about a week, I got a call from the girls' foster parents, Bob and Jane Francis. They gave me their details and we arranged that I would go and meet them all next Saturday.
As I approached their door I felt very nervous, I was going to meet my future daughters for the first time. I was greeted by both Jane and Bob at the door and shown into their lounge. I could see that this room was normally cluttered but had been recently tidied, there were boxes of toys in the corners of the room. Jane left to get the girls as I tentatively sat on the front edge of the sofa and Bob did the usual host duties, asking if he could get me a drink, how the drive was etc.
When Jane returned she was leading Amy and Ivy by the hands. Ivy looked sullen while Amy was clinging onto Jane's leg and looked almost frightened. I didn't want to appear like a giant or an ogre to them so I walked over and knelt in front of them, putting me almost at eye level. To break the ice I put my hand out to Ivy to shake hands, after a nudge from Jane she grasped my hand and I put on my best fake french accent and said "Enchanté mademoiselle" and kissed the back of her hand. I think I saw a small smile when she took her hand back but I'm not sure. When I did the same to Amy she giggled delightfully.

Jane, Bob and I tried to explain about what would be happening in the next few weeks with the adoption but Amy and Ivy looked confused and angry respectively. I suggested that the 4 of them come and visit me next weekend so the girls would be able to see where they could be living.

That weekend I was nervous again, but also very excited, I made sure the house was absolutely spotless and checked and rechecked everything to make sure it would all be perfect. When they arrived I was virtually climbing the walls with impatience. I let them in and showed them into the lounge.
"This looks like some place you've got here Tom." said Bob.
I replied, "Yeah, it takes a lot to maintain, but I like it. Would you like the tour?" They all nodded so I showed them around the house, the second bathroom, what would be the girls new bedrooms, my gym / studio. When we got to the studio the girls immediately ran straight to the large glass doors that look out to the pool room. As we adults wandered over to them, Ivy excitedly said, "Can we go swimming?"
I crouched down, smiled and said, "I don't know, can you swim?"
Then Jane interrupted with "But Ivy, we didn't bring an costumes with us." Which made Ivy pout.
I finished the tour with the garden, where Ivy and Amy ran around screaming and laughing while Jane, Bob and I sat on sun loungers on the decking talking.

Later while I was in the kitchen making lunch Jane and Ivy came in and asked if they could help, I said to Jane, "Could you get everyone fresh drinks and then relax, you're my guests."
While Jane prepared the drinks and then returned to the lounge, Ivy looked at me strangely. "I wish we could swim in your pool," she said longingly.
I replied, "I don't mind you swimming... if you can convince Jane to let you." And with that she grinned, ran off and started pestering Jane.
When I served lunch it was to a sullen silence from both Amy and Ivy. "What's wrong?" I asked.
Jane said, "Ivy suggested that they could go swimming in their knickers, but we don't have any changes with us and I don't want them sitting in wet clothes all afternoon so of course I told them no."
"Well..." I said, "I can see three solutions to this dilemma. One, nobody swims. Two, the girls can swim naked and keep their clothes dry, or three, they can swim in their knickers and I can put them in the drier to dry off." As I said this both girls started grinning from ear to ear.
Jane hesitated and said "I don't know..." but Ivy interrupted with, "Please, can we?"
"Yes alright," Jane said with a smile, "you can swim, but let's hope he can fit you two in the drier." I snorted at that, then laughed when I realised what I had said, Amy and Ivy just looked puzzled until we explained, then they giggled.

We waited as long as two impatient little girls would let us, but eventually I went to change into my swimming shorts, the baggiest ones I had to hide anything that might arise. Then, armed with plenty of large fluffy towels, we all headed in to the pool. I dumped the towels onto the nearest lounger and climbed into the shallow end where the water came up to my groin. Amy and Ivy quickly stripped down to just their knickers, with Jane's help. I had to force myself to not stare, they both had flat chests, nothing but the equally flat little nipples, and perfectly formed globular bottoms, unfortunately I couldn't see anything else due to the knickers. Amy's were the standard thick cotton variety, but Ivy's looked like a thinner nylon material.
When they were finished I called both girls over to me and, as they stood at the edge of the pool, I explained the rules to them. "Stay in the shallow end of the pool, no jumping or dive bombing, and please don't run."
I then lifted them into the pool; Ivy seemed to be at home in the water, "Are you ok at swimming?" I asked her.
"Yeah, I learned at school last summer." she said.
"How about you?" I said to Amy, she just shook her head. "Would you like me to help you?" I asked, she nodded, so I asked Ivy, "Do you mind if I help Amy to swim?"
"Sure," Ivy said, "as long as you help me as well."

Amy was short enough, and the pool deep enough, that when she stood flat-footed on the bottom of the pool the water reached up to her chin. She seemed nervous, like this was her first time, so I knelt on the bottom and did my best to reassure her.
"There's no reason to be afraid of the pool," I said, "just let the water support you, here let me show you." I then picked her up put her on the side of the pool and got her to lie down. I put my left hand under her shoulders with my thumb under her head, and my right hand under her bum with my thumb running down the back of her legs. I looked down at her and smiled, both to reassure her and because I could now make out her cute little slit under her wet knickers. I lifted her again and held her above the water. "Relax," I told her, " I won't drop you." She stayed very tense, so I smiled and said, "You can relax a bit more than that." She grinned at me then relaxed completely, her head flopped back, only partially held up by my left thumb, and her legs dangled loosely and parted slightly, my right thumb then slid up between her thighs to rest snugly against the base of her panty clad pussy.

Amy looked up at me shyly and blushed slightly. "You'll need to support your head," I said, "but keep the rest of yourself relaxed." I then slowly lowered her into the water. I kept telling her she was doing fine etc to keep her relaxed, until I felt the water supporting her body, then I slowly removed my right hand and said, "Guess what Amy, the water is holding you up." Then as proof I waved my right hand above the water. Amy started to panic and of course started to sink, so I quickly put my hand back under her and lifted her back up. "See, no problems, until you stiffened up the water was holding you up, not me." She didn't seem to believe me but it was a good first step, then Ivy wanted some attention, so I got Amy to hold onto the edge of the pool and try kicking her legs while I did the same for Ivy.

She got out and lay down on the side just like Amy had done, I put my hands in the same position as I had on Amy and lifted Ivy up and into the water. As I lowered her into the water I kept being distracted by the sight of her bulging pussy, clearly shown off where her nylon knickers clung wetly to her lips and slit. Ivy looked up at me and grinned then parted her legs slightly causing my right thumb to slip up between her legs and rest snugly against her panty clad pussy as well. This just made her grin wider, when I raised my eyebrow as a silent question she just continued to grin at me, so as I lowered her into the water I started to move my thumb around gently rubbing her pussy through the silky soft knickers. Ivy stayed relaxed so she floated easily as I reluctantly removed my thumb and supported her head only.

Soon both Amy and Ivy were getting bored so I directed Bob to where there were some inflatable pool toys and we had a quick game with those. This also allowed my dick time to subside. Jane interrupted our play and said, "It'll soon be time to leave, let's get those knickers in the dryer."
There was the obligatory chorus of "Do we have to?" which I joined in. Then Ivy surprised us all by climbing out of the pool, stripping off her knickers, handing them to Jane and then jumped back in the pool. She then said, "We can still play while they're drying, can't we?" we were all dumbstruck. Then Amy climbed out, stripped her knickers off, handed them to Jane as well and stood on the edge of the pool with her arms pointing at me waiting for a lift back into the pool. I was glad to oblige and as I slowly lifted her into the pool I took a leisurely look at her bald little pussy. Amy still had some baby fat, so her pussy was quite chubby, the slit was nothing more than a thin line, and the entire area was a lot paler than the rest of her body. I told Jane where the drier was while I continued to play with Amy and Ivy, whilst doing the best I could to hide my raging erection.

Much too quickly the drier finished its job and the knickers were ready to wear, Amy climbed out again and was quickly wrapped up in a towel and dried by Jane, then it was Ivy's turn. She climbed out and quickly walked over to be dried, then turned and presented me with an unobstructed view of her entire body. Her body had lost a lot of her baby fat and her pussy reflected that, the lips appeared to bulge out from her body more than Amy's did and the slit was prominent with a distinct gap at the top. While Amy and Ivy were being dressed I quickly excused myself and went to my bathroom to rinse off before getting dressed. While there I had to relieve the pressure and get my dick to go down. It was the best cum I have ever had and I squirted my seed from one end of the bath to the other (no mean feat with a bath as big as mine.) I quickly got dressed and returned to my guests. We had a final few minutes rest before Bob and Jane collected their stuff together and left.

Without Amy and Ivy the house seemed very quiet and lonely again, but I took solace that soon enough they would be here permanently. In the following weeks we continued to meet and get to know each other further, sometimes meeting at my place and others meeting at theirs.

During those weeks I vividly remembered the sights I had seen of Amy and Ivy, I also remembered just how soft and silky Ivy's knickers had felt. Using the story that I wanted to buy new clothes for Amy and Ivy, I got a full set for each from Jane. I then discretely searched all the local shops for pairs of the correct material in the right size, and could not find them anywhere. In desperation I started enquiries with the local manufacturers, most were too big to consider making as small a number as I required, but eventually I found a smaller lingerie company that would be willing to do small runs. I arranged to meet with the company director "Ed Stevens" and took with me the knickers I had received from Jane.

When I arrived at the "factory" it looked even smaller than I had first imagined. Ed himself met me in the reception and he showed me into his office, he appeared to be a very "hands on" manager and his office reflected that. His desk was cluttered with a multitude of papers and a computer monitor perched at one edge. There was also a couch, chair and coffee table arranged in one corner, and he directed me to sit there. "How can I help you?" he said, "when we spoke on the phone you mentioned an order of custom made lingerie."
"That's right," I said, "I want you to make some underwear for my girls. What sort of fabrics are you able to use?"
He reached for a large folder on the table and opened it then turned it to face me, in it was arrayed a large number of fabric squares, and he said, "We are able to make garments from any of these fabrics, is there anything particular you had in mind?"
I replied, "yes, I want something that is soft, smooth and stretchy."
He started leafing through the fabric samples and pulled out three samples all a pale cream colour. "These are the stretch fabrics we have worked with before, satin lycra, milliskin and glissinate." He said handing the samples to me.
The lycra looked and felt like standard swimming costume material, the milliskin looked similar but was much stretchier and thinner, while the glissinate was not as stretchy as the milliskin but was translucent, it looked very similar to chiffon.
"I think the milliskin wins." I said.
"Ok," he said reaching for another folder, "now what style of garments were you thinking of?" and he opened the folder to display various pictures and designs of different styles of lingerie.

I looked through the designs and found a few that I thought would look good on a little girl, "Actually," I said, "I want something..." I hesitated to be direct, "a little out of the ordinary."
"There's no need to be nervous." He said, "We guarantee discretion, and I doubt anything you may propose will shock me."
"Well," I said, "how small can you make these designs?" and I showed him the ones I had picked out, a baby-doll outfit with matching thong knickers, a sexy bra, brief and suspender belt set and a tight silky crop top and hotpants set.
"How small is small?" he said smiling, "We can adjust the size to suit, from size 6 up to 26 is easy, other sizes may take a little longer, but not much."
"What about this small?" I said as I pulled Amy's and Ivy's knickers out of my pocket and put them on the table.
Ed picked them up and looked at them, he didn't appear to be shocked but I wasn't sure. "These are young girls underwear, three or four years old I'd say." He said looking at me.
"That's right." I said, "how did you know?"
"I've got two girls myself." He said, "Ashley is seven and Pippa is four, and these look just like Pippa's." He then looked at me then down again to the knickers in his hand and said, "I'll need to put one of my best people on it, but that shouldn't be a problem." He then looked at me again and said, "I presume you would prefer that we kept the number of people working on this project to a minimum?"
"That's right." I replied nervously, "Um, could you also make copies of those," I said pointing at the knickers he held, "with some minor modifications?"
"That should be no problem," he said, "what sort of modifications were you thinking of?"

Feeling a little more comfortable, I described the modifications I wanted; to keep the same basic shape but to not have any extra gusset material and no seam at the back of the gusset, and of course made out of the milliskin. We argued it back and forth for a while but I finally convinced him to try. He told me that he would have some samples made up as soon as possible and would arrange a meeting to have a look and agree the final details. Before leaving I gave him a cheque for £500 to pay for the work he was going to do (and to try and buy his silence if at all possible).

I woke up feeling great; today was the day Amy and Ivy would be moving in. All the paperwork had been signed and approved, everything was in order and all I had to do was go and pick up my daughters. (I just love that phrase, 'My Daughters' has a lovely ring to it doesn't it dear reader?)

I did the normal morning shower, shave etc in a rush and was at the door ready to leave by 9am, (I'm normally a late sleeper and usually don't even get up until after 9). I chose the large 4x4 in case there was a lot of luggage, and set off.
As I was driving the now familiar route to Bob and Jane's house, I found my speed kept creeping up above the limit and I had to consciously relax and ease my foot off the accelerator a little.

Not surprisingly I arrived ahead of schedule. I turned the car around and reversed into the drive. As I approached the front door it was swung wide open and Amy and Ivy ran out yelling. Amy called "Daddy Tom" but Ivy called out "Tom", I had tried to get them to call me Daddy but was willing to wait until they were comfortable. They ran over the lawn and tackled me round the waist in tight hugs, nearly knocking me to the ground. I hugged them both tightly and then tried my best to walk to the door while I had two little girls gripping my waist like their lives depended on it. They were standing one of my feet each, Amy on my left foot and Ivy on my right, and of course both girls were chatting non-stop about everything.

I staggered into the house relatively unharmed and stood there with Amy and Ivy wrapped about my waist still chattering away while Bob and Jane greeted me. I grinned down at the girls as they slowly wound down, getting me caught up with everything that had happened with them since the last time I had seen them.

We quickly got all of their cases and boxes packed in the car, they only had one case and a small box each. When I questioned Jane on this she told me that the majority of toys in the house were theirs and that they would be needed for the next children that they would be fostering.

I had used some foresight on a previous visit and had taken the names of the child car seats that Jane and Bob used and bought some for myself. We got Amy and Ivy strapped into them and then headed home. The journey was fairly uneventful, Amy dropped to sleep and Ivy kept asking questions about the car, and when she got bored with that I switched the radio on and we listened to that.

When we arrived at home, I left Amy sleeping in the car and helped Ivy out her side, then opened the front door and carried her over the threshold. As soon as I put her down she scampered off (I knew I had locked the pool doors so I knew she should be safe). I returned to the car and unloaded the luggage into the hall, when I finally returned for Amy she had woken up but was looking around sleepily.

"Wake up sleepy head," I said as I carried her into the hall, "we're home."
I carried Amy as I went in search of Ivy, I eventually found her sat in front of the big screen TV watching Cartoon Network.
"So, picked your room yet?" I asked
"Yep." Ivy grinned as she jumped up, rushed over to me and grabbed my hand before dragging me out into the hall and all the way to the end, to my room. She then ran in and jumped onto my kingsize bed and yelled, "I want this one!"
I laughed, "I'm afraid this room's mine, you'll have to choose one of the others."
Ivy stopped jumping on the bed and started walking towards me looking sad, we then walked a little more sedately back to their rooms.

Their rooms were next to each other with a bathroom opposite. They were both decorated in the same basic style with a walk in closet, a three-quarter bed and a simple chest of drawers. They were also mirror images but otherwise the same. I still held Amy with her head nestled on my shoulder as I followed Ivy back and forth between rooms, she was taking a while to decide so I asked Amy, "Do you mind which room you have?" She just shook her head no.

Finally Ivy picked the left hand room, I sat Amy on the bed in the right hand room and went to bring in the cases and boxes. As Ivy was unpacking I noticed she looked a little glum and not her usual vibrant self, so I called in Amy and said, "You know, these are your rooms now and you can redecorate them if you want."
Ivy looked at me and squealed, "Really?"
"Yep," I said, "any way you want... Within reason."
That certainly brightened her up and she started to chatter again, this time about what she wanted done to the room but Amy seemed to just take it in her stride, like it didn't matter either way. I tried to find out if anything was wrong but she insisted there wasn't.

After we had unpacked their meagre belongings and had a quick sandwich for lunch we set off shopping. I have to say that I am not a great shopper, I tend to quickly decide what I want and get it then leave. Ivy dragged Amy and I all over the shops paying particular attention to the fashionable clothes shops. After traipsing through the shops without Ivy even trying on anything, I had to call a halt to the marathon, "Ivy, we've been through six shops already haven't you seen anything you'd like?"
"Oh, yeah... lots." She replied excitedly.
"So why not try them on and see what they're like," I said while smiling, "and let me and Amy have a rest while you do."
She looked crestfallen and mumbled, "but I don't know which one I like best."
"You don't have to have only One you know," I replied, "you start picking out what you want and I'll let you know when we've got enough, ok?"
She nodded then dragged us back to the first shop we had been into, I was then subjected to a parade of Ivy and Amy trying on different outfits, I have to say those shop assistants earned their money. I may not have any fashion sense with respect to girls' clothes, but some of those outfits were very sexy to me and I made sure that they each had some of the short skirts and dresses included in their packages. I have to admit that it was not all boredom though. As I usually stayed in the changing cubicle with them and helped then to change, I frequently took the opportunity to stroke a panty clad bum cheek here or a naked nipple there, all innocent of course.
When we were selecting underwear, Ivy picked out a vast array of different ones, I knelt beside her and said, "Not to many of those Ivy." She looked at me for an explanation so I smiled and said, "You'll only need a few."
"Why?" she asked.
"That's a special surprise," I said and winked, "you'll just have to wait and see."

When we had done enough damage to my credit card we visited the local McDonalds, then after eating we visited the Toys 'R' Us store. As you would expect Amy and Ivy went wild and tried to play with every toy on display at the same time. Eventually I got them settled and had them pick out a number of toys and games each.

By the time we got home and everything unloaded the girls were exhausted and too tired for the fashion show they had promised to give me, so we simply sat and watched TV instead. I sat on my favourite reclining chair, and the girls sat on the sofa. After only a little while Amy asked, "Can I sit with you?"
I held out my arms and said, "Of course you can." And lifted her up and onto my lap, she wriggled about and squirmed until she was nestled between me and the left arm of the chair with my left arm around her shoulders and her head on my chest with her thumb in her mouth. Shortly after Amy was settled Ivy climbed onto my lap and squirmed and wriggled around until she was nestled under my right arm.

My hands rested on their hips, and I started to gently stroke them, at first up and down the line of the leg, then round to include the bum cheeks. Neither one made any sound so I slowly increased the distance my hands travelled until I could feel the crack of their cute bums through their trousers. When I ran my fingers up and down the cracks both Ivy and Amy giggled, I quickly moved my hands back to their hips and stopped moving. Ivy twisted herself so her bum projected up a little more and looked up at me and said, "Don't stop, that's nice."
I looked at the clock and found to my surprise that it was nearly nine o'clock, I looked down at them both snuggled against me and said, "Much as I hate to say this, it is getting late and it is time for bed." I was surprised further when I didn't get any complaints, they climbed off me and went to their rooms and got ready for bed without any fuss.

When they had finished their nightly ablutions I tucked them in their beds and gave them a goodnight kiss. Amy's was a normal child's kiss, (a noisy lip smacking one), but when I kissed Ivy I felt sure her lips were slightly open and for a brief moment I felt her tongue lick the front of my lips, but I couldn't be certain.
After only a short while of channel surfing on the TV I also decided to head for bed.

The next morning I woke up to find that I was sleeping with two warm cuddly objects, without moving my body I slowly and gently felt the body I was snuggled with. I was on my right side spooned with one of the girls and if I stretched I could just feel an arm of the other. Sometime during the night they had both climbed into my bed without waking me. I normally sleep wearing just shorts and a T-shirt, and last night was no exception, so my morning erection was trying to force it's way out of my shorts and into the bottom of the girl I was cuddling. I started to gently stroke and feel the body beside me through her nightdress, she felt good, and I slowly caressed my way down her body. I couldn't feel much through the material, so I kept going down to the bottom hem just above her knees, then started back up under the material.

Her skin was soft and smooth to my trailing fingertips. I kept climbing up her leg, expecting to find her knicker leg but didn't! She was not wearing them! I slowly stroked back and forth over her hips before venturing down to the junction of her thighs and her little pussy. It was smooth, soft and very pliable, I ran my finger over the outside as far as I could and then I rubbed in circles around the top of the slit, pushing quite firmly, looking for her clit. I froze when I heard her let out a soft moan and then quickly removed my hand. I waited, not daring to breathe, for any further signs of her waking, but she appeared to still be asleep, so I lay there and continued my caressing of her little nipples through her nightdress.

I dozed off and when I woke again I found I was still stroking her chest, I could tell that she was awake so I stopped. She squirmed around to face me and I realised it was Ivy, I lifted my self onto my elbow and said, "Good morning," then kissed her on the forehead.
Ivy grinned at me and said, "mornin'."
I smiled and said, "What's wrong with your bed?"
Ivy's face fell, she mumbled, "Nothin'..." and then continued in a rush, "I guess I couldn't sleep, then I found Amy an' we came in here an' I like it better in here... We didn't mean any harm."
At the end she was almost in tears so I scooped her into my arms and hugged her while saying soothingly, "Shhh, there's no harm done, I'm not angry or anything." I then looked down into her eyes and smiled and continued, "It just means that I'll need to make sure I wear something to bed in future, that way you and Amy can sleep with me any time you want to." I then noticed that Amy was missing and asked, "Speaking of Amy where is she?"
"She went to the loo." Ivy replied grinning, and as she did Amy came back in from the hall.
"Morning." I said as I smiled at Amy. She just squealed, giggled and ran up to my bed and clambered on. After a quick hug she started to jump up and down on the bed still giggling.
I climbed out of bed saying, "If you're going do that, I'd better go and have a shower." I then switched on the TV and changed to the cartoon channel. "You two can watch cartoons if you like, but stay here." I said giving the remote to Ivy and pointing to the bed.

I went into my ensuite bathroom and started to have my shower. Shortly after stepping under the water I heard the bouncing on the bed stop, but I thought Amy had stopped to watch TV.
When I shower I like to ensure that my dick is clean by plenty of washing with lots of soapy lather, of course this makes me hard but usually I don't let myself cum. As I was washing my dick I thought I heard a giggle, when I stepped out around the shower curtain I saw Amy and Ivy stood in the doorway watching me, their hands over their mouths trying to stifle their laughter. I stood there for a while, with my dick jutting from my groin, as they looked at me, then turned back to the shower to rinse off. When I shut off the shower and stepped out the girls had gone so I finished drying and getting dressed as normal. When I walked into the bedroom Amy and Ivy were lying on the bed watching the TV, they both swivelled their heads round to look at me, it seemed that they first looked at my crotch then up to my face, when they saw I was smiling, they also grinned.

"So, did you two young ladies see everything you wanted to?" I asked as I sat on the end of the bed. Amy looked a little puzzled but Ivy blushed and turned back to watch TV. "If you have any questions," I said, "about anything at all, you only need to ask and I will do my best to answer you... ok?" I looked at them both for a short while then told them it was time to get dressed for the day.

For the rest of the day we did the "normal" father-daughter things as well as getting to know each other better. Although I very much wanted to play sexual games with them both, I wanted them to want to play and be comfortable too, so I kept everything light and easy. Every so often in the course of the day I would get a flash of knickers from one or the other, or be able to pat or hold a firm bum.

The next day was very similar to the first, I woke next to the girls again even though they had gone to sleep in their own beds, they watched me in the shower, etc.

The following day started the same, but ended very different. At about 2 in the afternoon the girls had gone to their rooms to have a nap. I was doing the laundry, and had taken the towels out of the drier, folded them and was putting them away, some in my bathroom cupboard and some in the girls bathroom. I opened the door to their bathroom and walked straight in to be greeted by a sight that will probably stay with me forever.

Ivy was sat on the lowered cover of the toilet seat naked from the waist down. She was leaning back on the cistern with her feet up on the seat near her bum cheeks with her knees spread very wide. One hand was rubbing at her clit while the other was trying to shove her round handled hairbrush into her pussy. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly parted in a look of intense concentration and no small amount of pleasure. I must have gasped or made some other noise, because after watching for an all too brief moment (that somehow seemed endless) Ivy was startled. She opened her eyes wide, snapped her head round to stare at me and slapped her legs together to try to hide what she was doing.

As calmly as I could I moved to put the towels I was carrying into the cupboard while I gently spoke to Ivy, "When you've finished what you're doing and cleaned up I would like to talk to you in the living room." I then calmly left the room, Ivy hadn't moved.

Back in the dim and distant past, when I had first applied to adopt a child, I had thought of some of the things I would like to do with a little girl if I was lucky enough to get one. And with those things in mind I had ordered a number of items from some of the online sex shops.

After leaving Ivy in the bathroom I quickly walked to my bedroom and rummaged in my hidden box of sex stuff, took a small slim vibrator and batteries, then returned at a more sedate pace to the living room to wait for Ivy.

I didn't have long to wait before Ivy arrived, she walked in slowly, like a man going to the electric chair, and she was hanging her head. I patted my lap and said gently, "Would you like to sit here." I paused as she came over and sat on my knees facing to one side, still looking down at her hands in her lap. I repositioned her so that she was straddling my lap facing me then hugged her, she was stiff and trembling and it was then I realised she was terrified. I leant back, took her head in my hands and lifted her face until she was looking at me, I looked into her tear filled eyes and melted, "You've done nothing wrong." I said trying to reassure her. "I'm not angry and you're not in trouble." I said again smiling.
When she finally understood, or realised I meant it, she relaxed and we hugged with her gently weeping against my chest repeatedly saying she was sorry and that she would never do it again.

When she had calmed down I thought it was time to find out more. I pushed her up out of the hug and looked at her, wiped away the tears from her cheeks and said, "As I said, you're not in trouble, but we do need to have a talk about this." Ivy just looked sad and shrugged. "Would you like to tell me about it?" I asked, she just shook her head no. "Ok," I said, "let's play Question and Answer, I'll ask you questions and you answer them, ok?" again Ivy shrugged.
"Let's start with an easy one." I said, "What were you doing in the bathroom?" of course I knew what she had been doing but I wanted to get her to tell me.
"I was rubb............" she trailed off with a mumble.
"I didn't hear that, what did you say?" I asked.
"I was rubbing my kitty." She said out loud, then realised what she had said, blushed and put a hand over her mouth.
"What's your kitty?" I asked. Ivy just pointed at her crotch, currently hidden by her skirt. (Kitty - as in kitten or young cat or pussy, hmm someone had obviously told her that name, I decided to push this a little). "What, your skirt is your kitty?" I said feigning innocence.
Ivy looked at me then down at her lap and said, "No, under my skirt."
I lifted up her skirt and looked at her knickers where her slit was clearly outlined and said, "I still can't see a kitty."
Ivy touched herself just above her slit and said, "Here, under my knickers."
"Oh, ok," I said feigning comprehension, "so you were rubbing your kitty, why?" I asked.
"'Cause it feels good." She replied most of her shyness replaced by irritation.
"So who showed you that rubbing your kitty feels good?" I asked hoping to catch her out.
"My d..." she stopped short and bit her bottom lip and then said in a more subdued tone, "I can't tell, it's a secret."
"That's ok," I said suspecting the father, "you don't have to tell a secret, but did they force you to do anything you didn't want to?"
"No," she said vigorously shaking her head, "I liked it a lot."
"Do you rub your kitty a lot?" I asked.
"Uh huh" she said nodding vigorously, "all the time."
"Do you ever play like this with other people?" I asked gently.
"Not since....." she said again drifting off part way through.
I was also concerned for her health and hygiene so I asked, "Did you clean the hairbrush before you used it?" she shook her head puzzled by my question, so I said, "You shouldn't use a hairbrush like that, it's not clean and you may hurt yourself."
"But, but," she stammered, "it feels nice, and it's the only thing I could find."
"Ivy," I said, "I don't want you using the hairbrush like that again, ok?" I looked at her until she relented and agreed then I said, "I would like to check that you haven't hurt yourself, will you let me have a look at your kitty?" Ivy blushed slightly but nodded shyly, we got up out of the chair and I gently carried her to my bedroom.

When we got there I laid her down on the bed on her back with her head towards the centre and her feet over the edge. I removed her skirt and then her knickers, without me asking Ivy lifted her knees so her feet were on the bed then lowered then to either side spreading herself for me. I can only say that I was looking at perfection. Even with her legs spread her little bald slit was plump and inviting. The slit was closed but it looked like there was moisture there. I said, "Could you hold your kitty open for me to look in." as I took my small pen torch from my bedside cabinet. Ivy brought both hands down to her pussy and pressing firmly on her pouting outer lips she pulled herself open. I switched on the torch and looked into her coral pink interior. I couldn't see any damage but I also couldn't see any hymen, not even any scraps. By now my dick was rock hard and I was breathing heavily like I had been exercising, Ivy was also breathing a little heavier like she was turned on and I could see definite signs of pussy juice seeping from her hole. I looked up at her face and saw that her eyes were closed again, maybe she was getting excited again.

"Ivy," I said, then when she opened her eyes to look at me I continued, "I can't see any damage, but I need to make sure. Is it ok if I feel for any?" Ivy bit her lip in thought then nodded and closed her eyes again. I gently stroked the outer lips of her pussy, pushing her fingers out of the way. Her skin was soft and smooth but also firm to the touch, as I stroked her pussy I saw her shiver slightly. Still under the pretext of looking for any damage, I put my right forefinger into an open jar of Vaseline I had prepared earlier and warned Ivy with "This will be a little cold but will soon warm up." Then I gently inserted my finger into her pussy.
Ivy gasped then noticeably shivered and complained, "That's cold."

Meanwhile my finger was in a soft, tight, velvet grip. I rotated my finger and slowly pushed it further in still rotating. I was sure someone had done this before, I could not feel even the scraps of a hymen. Shortly Ivy let out a soft moaning sigh and I abandoned the pretext of examination and tried instead to see if Ivy could have an orgasm. I began to move my finger in and out rhythmically, then started to press and rub on her clit with the thumb of my other hand. Ivy started to flex and gyrate her hips in time to my thrusts, by now I was vigorously finger fucking her the full length of my finger. I quickly changed to my middle finger and increased the tempo of the strokes.
Ivy seemed to be really enjoying what I was doing as she made mewling noises and moans deep in her throat. I increased the speed of my thumb rubbing over her clit and suddenly I felt her go rigid. Her tight sheath pulsed and griped my finger even tighter, pulsing and squeezing my intruding finger for ages. Eventually Ivy relaxed and started to breath normally again, she looked at me and grinned, "Wow, that was great, what was it?"
I guessed she had never had an orgasm before so I said, "That was an orgasm."
"Wow," she said again, "felt like I 'sploded."
"Well," I said, " that's as good a description as any. But we must keep it a secret, ok?" as I said this I stood and sat on the bed near Ivy, my erection straining at the zipper to my trousers.

Ivy saw the tent pole in my lap and said accusingly, "You didn't tell me you had a suck puppy!"
"A suck puppy?" I asked, then it dawned on me what she meant, just before she explained.
"Yes, silly." She said as she sat up, "Girls have a kitty and some men have a suck puppy, an' if the men like the girls kitty the suck puppy will come out to play with the girls." Then she asked, "Can I play with your suck puppy? Please."
How could I refuse such a plaintive request, I quickly removed all my clothes, then allowed Ivy to arrange me, sat on the bed leant against the headboard with my legs spread and my dick stood straight up. Ivy knelt between my legs and began to stroke my dick. She had obviously done that a lot as it felt fantastic, both her small hands together around my shaft stroking up and down. I was so excited by what I had done that I knew it wouldn't take much to make me cum.
Unexpectedly Ivy leant over and engulfed the purple head of my dick with her small mouth. Without missing a stroke she started sucking my dick head and using her tongue all over but especially the most sensitive part just under the crown. (Somebody had taught her well.) It felt so good that in only moments I was squirting my first jet of spunk into her mouth, and the rest, until I was completely spent. Ivy lifted herself up and licked her lips and said, "Mmm, tasty."

"Ivy," I panted, "that was the most fantastic thing I have ever felt."
She grinned and crawled up my body to rest straddling my spent, deflated dick and hugged my chest. I kissed the top of her head and said sincerely, "I love you Ivy." I was gladdened immensely when I heard her mumble, "love you too daddy."

I then remembered the vibrator and said, "Ivy, I've got a present for you."
"Really." she squealed as she sat up.
"Yep," I said as I leant down, picked up my trousers and fished the vibrator out of the pocket. When I handed it to Ivy she was puzzled by it, then I could see understanding dawn on her face.
"Oooooh," she moaned, "can I try it out?"
"Yes, of course you can." I said, "but whenever you use it in the future you must remember to clean it before and after you use it, ok."
"'kay." She said as she climbed off my lap and lay down on the bed, legs spread. As I repositioned myself to watch her Ivy just tried to push the vibrator up her pussy.
"Hey, be careful." I warned her, "if you push too hard you might hurt yourself." I took hold of the end of the vibrator and said, "You've got to get it and yourself wet first, so it will slide in easy."

I then started rubbing her clit, keeping my fingers of my other hand near her pussy entrance. When I felt it was wet enough I took Ivy's hand and got her to feel how wet she was, "You should make yourself this wet before using this." I then licked it to try and make it a little wet and said, "Then lick it, and slowly slide it in." I slowly inserted the vibrator into her wet pussy, sliding it in until only the last half-inch remained outside. As I did this Ivy moaned and sighed. I began to pull the vibrator out and Ivy moaned a log drawn out, "No." she changed it into a hum of pleasure when I thrust it back in. I kept sliding it out and thrusting it in using a slow and even rhythm. Ivy was flexing her hips, trying to fuck herself on the vibrator and kept moaning "more" and "faster", but I kept up the slow and even pace deliberately.

Ivy was getting desperate, she was drenched in sweat, and was frantically trying to fuck herself, I kept the pace slow to delay her orgasm, then gave her what she wanted and started to fuck the vibrator in and out of her and started strumming her clit with my thumb. This brought her to her peak, then as a final torture I switched on the vibrator to maximum setting. Ivy exploded, her body arched off the bed and went rigid, her moans also changed to screams, which quickly changed to hoarse whispers and then, after all that, she flopped back onto the bed unconscious.

I picked up the still buzzing vibrator from where it had been squeezed out from Ivy's cunt and switched it off, then I picked up Ivy and cradled her in my arms and stroked her back and face until she woke up.
"What happen'?" Ivy mumbled.
"You exploded so much that I think you fainted." I explained while continuing to stroke her, "but you'll be alright, you just need to rest for a bit."

I carried her limp naked body back to her bedroom and gently put her in her own bed. After she was asleep I returned to my own room to get dressed and to clean up. I returned to Ivy's room with her clothes and her new toy, which I then placed on her bedside cabinet.

I sat in my favourite chair, channel surfing, for the next few hours in a daze. When the girls finally emerged from their naps everything appeared back to "normal", although I did notice I was getting more feels and sexy looks from Ivy, and so I was returning them when Amy wouldn't notice.

More next chapter...

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