{ASST} Street_Youth {Mr_Ed} Mgg, ped, 1st, cons

Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or 
purpose other than to entertain.  It should not be 
read by any minor, for it is not intended as an 
instructional manual in sex.  If the idea of underage 
sex bothers you, do not read any further.


Street Youth

By:  Mr. Ed

Routine Variation
He had been picking up his neighbour's children for 
the last few months for he worked in the building 
immediately beside the school.  When he was finished 
his work before they came over to his workplace, he 
would pull his car around and catch them as they came 
out of school.  For the last couple of weeks, when he 
waited for them, he was getting a regular visitor 
hanging around as he sat in his car.  She was about 
nine or ten years old, he guessed, but not going to 
that school, and possibly no school for her clothes 
were not exactly a school uniform.

She seemed to like talking with him, and he tolerated 
it, being as pleasant as he could be with her.  He was 
always glad when the wind was high, for on those days, 
the smell about her was easier to take as the wind 
would carry it away from his nose.  There was no 
doubt, she was in need of some better personal 
hygiene, and some soap and water would have done 
wonders for her.  On this particular day, the wind was 
blowing well, as she stood by his car door talking to 
him.  Finally, he turned the conversation to things he 
wanted to know out of curiosity.

"Do you go to school, darling?" he asked her.

"No sir!" she replied.  "I don't have enough money to 
go to school.  I used to get good marks before, but 
that was awhile ago."

"I don't want to get too personal, darling, but are 
you living with your mother?" he asked.

"No sir!  She died almost a year ago now," she 
replied.

"Oh, darling, I'm sorry to hear that," he told her.  
"So who is taking care of you now?" he asked.

"I am, sir!" she replied.  "Would you be able to spare 
a little change so I could buy some supper?"

Taking out his wallet, he took out a bill that would 
buy her a good meal and handed it to her.  "Where are 
you living, darling?" he asked.

"Please don't put me out, but at your place," she 
said.

"What do you mean?  I live alone, and there is nobody 
living with me!"

"I sleep in the little house you have out behind your 
house.  When I leave here, I get my supper, and then 
walk around to your house and go in the shed when 
nobody is looking.  It's safe and warm in there at 
night," she added.

"What is your name, darling?" he asked.

"Linda Grey," she replied.  "You're not going to kick 
me out of the little house are you?" she asked.

"No, darling," he assured her.  "Would you come around 
the other side of the car and sit beside me?  There is 
no need for you to walk there, since that is where I 
am going, and I think we need to look at this whole 
thing for you.  Would you trust me to come with me?"

"Sure, mister!  Thanks!" she exclaimed before she came 
around and got in the passenger side.  "I'm sorry if I 
stink at all, but it has been a long time since I got 
to take a bath.  Do you think the other kids will mind 
my being here with you?"

"What other kids?" he asked.

"Your neighbours that you pick up here," she said.

"They have no reason to mind, Linda," he said.  "I am 
doing them a favour to take them home, so they have no 
say in anything like that."

"You are so nice to them, just like they were your own 
children," she reported.  "They would be so lucky to 
be yours."

"They have a pretty nice father already, so they don't 
need me.  You, on the other hand, do need somebody, 
and we are going to have to see what can be done to 
make your life a little better.  Oh, good, here they 
come."


Home
The kids climbed into the back seat of his car, and 
said good evening to Linda and him.  He introduced 
them to each other, and then started the car for the 
drive home.  After dropping them off at their place, 
he drove the other few houses to his, and drove into 
his garage and parked.

Coming out of the car, he headed out to the back shed 
to look at what was going on there.  Inside he found a 
rolled up blanket, and a throw cushion that deserved 
to be thrown away.  That was, obviously, her bed.  
Taking her hand, he led her into the house, stopping 
just at the door.  Turning to her, he said, "Would you 
mind coming into my house with me, or are you afraid 
to do that?"

"I am not afraid of anybody so nice, sir!" she 
exclaimed, and stepped in ahead of him.

Inside, he put down his attache case, and car keys, 
turned to her and said, "I think the first thing that 
we must attend to is to get you bathed."

"Oh, that would be wonderful, sir!" she told him.  
"Thank you, so much!  I'm really sorry that I stink, 
but I just don't have any place to bathe like I used 
to every day."

"I understand, and some soap and water will take care 
of that very easily.  Come on with me, and I will show 
you where the bathroom is, get you a cloth and towel, 
and then you can get cleaned up."  With her little 
hand in his, she followed him upstairs, and into the 
bathroom, stopping just outside at the linen cupboard 
to get the items he mentioned.  Inside, he pointed out 
the shampoo and conditioner, and the bathtub, and 
asked if she could manage from there.

"I don't know how to run that fancy bath thing, and I 
don't know what those things are for," she told him.  
"Wouldn't you stay and bathe me instead?" she asked.

"You are a girl, darling," he told her.  "I'm not 
supposed to see you naked, you know."

"I'm sure you know all about girls, and I don't care," 
she exclaimed.  "Please stay and bathe me, and make 
sure I am nice and clean?  I don't like when I smell 
so bad!"

He thought about it for a few moments.  The idea of 
bathing her had its appeal, not the least of which was 
ensuring she was clean.  Hands on a young girl her age 
was also appealing to him, although he didn't wish to 
admit it, even to himself.  He agreed, told her to get 
ready and he turned on the water.


Shower
"How old are you, Linda?" he asked.

"Ten and a half, sir!" she replied.

"You don't even know my name, do you, Linda," he 
exclaimed.  "I am Bruce Burns, darling," he said, 
extending his hand to shake hers.

"I know, Mr. Burns," she said.  "I've heard the kids 
call you that when you get them from school.  I just 
didn't know if you wanted me to know, so I just called 
you sir.

"Well, now you know.  Climb in here so we can get you 
clean," he instructed her, while he took off his suit 
jacket.  Undoing his sleeves, he rolled them both up, 
and then had her sit the wrong way in the tub, with 
her back to the shower.  When she was in place, he 
turned the water from the bottom to the shower, and 
got her hair wet.

Getting the shampoo, he started in on her hair, 
getting it well washed, but without much lather.  
After it was rinsed out, he used some more shampoo.  
This time, there was lather, too much lather, but he 
knew her hair was now clean.  As soon as that rinsed 
out, he put some conditioner in, and told her to leave 
that in.  Having her stand up, he soaped up the cloth, 
and began washing her sweet face and neck.  Then he 
had her move into the water stream again, and rinsed 
out her hair as well as the soap from her face.  Using 
the cloth, he made sure her ears were free of soap, 
before adding fresh soap, and starting on her front.

He was surprised by the firmness of the two little 
breasts before him, but washed them along with the 
rest of her front torso.  Turning her around, he did 
her back, all the way from her shoulders to the little 
bare bottom.  There was no hesitation on her part to 
spread her bum cheeks open for him to wash down inside 
the crack, and make sure her anus was properly 
cleaned.  Turning her back to face him, he took great 
care to properly wash her crotch, again with her legs 
opening for him, and allowing him complete access to 
her private parts.  With a fresh rinse and supply of 
soap, he did her two arms, getting giggles as he did 
the under arms, and then both of her slender legs, and 
feet.  She had to sit in the tub to allow him to work 
on her foot bottom and try to get the built up dirt 
crust broken down, and rinsed away.  Finally she was 
done, stood up for a final rinse, and then guided out 
of the tub onto the soft rug beside the tub while he 
turned the water off and drained the remaining water 
from the tub.

From head to toe, he dried off the little girl's naked 
body, enjoying the intimacy of his contact with her.  
When it came time to properly dry her hair, he had her 
sit on the toilet seat, and hold onto the sink while 
he rubbed her head enough to get out most of the 
water.  Getting his hair dryer, he then began drying 
off the final residue of water, turning it off when 
his fingers passed through her hair easily.  Then he 
discovered he had a problem...there were no clothes for 
her to put on, as the things she had worn there were 
far too dirty to put on a clean body.  It didn't take 
him long to look at her standing there, and then he 
wrapped her in a fresh towel from the linen closet.

"Where are your other clothes, Linda?" he asked.

"I don't have any other clothes, Mr. Burns," she 
replied, her face turned down to the floor.

"We'll soon fix that, Linda," to assured her as he 
took up the things she had worn.  Leaving the 
bathroom, he opened a nearby closed door, to reveal a 
laundry room.  Her things were put into the tub, soap 
and fabric softener were put in, the cycle was set, 
the lid closed and the water turned on.  Then they 
left the machine to do its work.


Supper
Picking her up, Mr. Burns then headed downstairs with 
Linda over his shoulder, and her giggling all the way.  
At the bottom, he set her down, gave her a little pat 
on her bottom, and said, "Lets see what we can find 
for supper!"  

Together, they headed for the kitchen, and found lots 
of leftovers in the fridge, most of it Chinese food.  
"Now it happens that the Chinese food was from last 
nights supper because I Loooove Chinese food!  It is, 
of course a terrible thing to be offering a guest 
leftovers for the first time she is visiting, but do 
you think you could make do with some Chinese food?"

"I think I'd loooove Chinese food, leftover or not," 
said the young lady.  Her repeating the way he said 
'love' really struck a note with him, and he felt good 
to even hear it.  So far he liked this little girl, 
and it seemed to be getting nicer every time he turned 
around.  Getting the things out of the fridge, he 
proceeded to heat them as required, eventually setting 
out two platefuls on the kitchen table.

"Is it safe to assume you would prefer a fork to chop 
sticks?" he asked.

"It is perfectly safe to assume that thank you sir!"  
Bringing up his one arm he handled the fork with a 
flourish, until the handle was setting on his arm 
before the girl.

Giggling first, she answered, "I thank you good sir, 
but I can not eat this fine food yet."

Putting on a deep voice, he asked, "And What is This 
That You Say?"  Why not?"

"Because the young man that brought me here has not 
yet joined me at the table, so, I will have to starve 
until he arrives."  Mr. Burns looked at Linda and 
smiled.  She really was getting under his skin.  He 
got a fork and sat down at the table, with his meal 
before him.  Linda attacked her food like it was going 
to vanish from before her if she didn't eat it fast 
enough.

"Stop!" he ordered.  Linda stopped where she was 
holding herself frozen.  "I realize you have several 
reasons to be eating that way, but it is not 
acceptable," he said without any hint of humour for he 
was totally serious.  "The food will not disappear 
until it goes into your mouth.  It is fine food that 
should be tasted to enjoy it fully.  There is more if 
you want it after you eat what you have.  I will warm 
your bottom if you hold your fork like a shovel.  How 
many more reasons would you like as to why you should 
not eat like that?"

"None, sir, and I am really sorry!" she said, her 
little face completely serious as well now.  "I'm not 
sure why I did it like that, for I do know better, and 
I will not do it again.  My bottom is available for 
you to warm if you wish though, sir."  Linda was now 
holding the fork properly, and took up some ready to 
put in her mouth, demonstrating that she did know how 
it should be done.

They returned to eating their meal, with a little more 
dignity than before, and exchanged a little light 
conversation between them.  Part way through the meal, 
Mr. Burns got up, poured a glass of milk from the jug 
in the fridge and set it down at Linda's place.  She 
stared at it like she did not know what it was.  
"Milk, darling!  It is something that comes from cows, 
and is very good for you.  Now drink it up."

"Thank you sir, but I do know what it is, but I 
haven't seen a glass of it poured for me like that 
since ..."   The tears were flowing too fast to allow 
her to finish her sentence.  Mr. Burns took her up 
into his arms and hugged the little girl as she cried 
on his shoulders.  There was a lot of pain and sorrow 
packed together in them and it had taken the trigger 
to cause it to come out, something that had been 
needed for a long time, suspected Mr. Burns.  It took 
a long time for the tears to stop, and the food on the 
table was certainly cold by the time she was ready to 
settle down.  As she was held in his arms, and he was 
whispering into her ears, she did stop crying, and 
clung on to him as if he was going to vanish if she 
let go.

When control had been returned, they returned to the 
table, and both the meal plates were taken up.  The 
two plates were reheated in the microwave oven and re-
served to them, and was just as good as before.  Linda 
enjoyed the meal and the glass of milk, giving in to a 
deep sense of belonging as she ate.  When they 
finished eating and Linda had refused seconds (except 
for a second glass of milk), he proceeded to get out 
two dishes, two spoons and from the freezer, two 
servings of ice cream, as Linda's big eyes watched the 
treat being prepared.  He was sure she had to fight 
the desire to wolf it down, but she had it in a lady 
like manner, one spoonful at a time.

"Maybe I should tell you in a funny kind of way, but I 
really want you to know how wonderful supper was."  
Getting up from her seat, she moved around to before 
him, threw her arms around his neck and gave him a 
warm and loving kiss.  "Thank you for making me feel 
like a girl again," she said to him.  "The meal and 
everything has been like the days when my Mom used to 
take care of me.  I miss her so much, and thank you 
for being just like my mom would have been."

His heart was captured, and he took her into his arms, 
holding her little body next to him, not worrying that 
his one hand was holding her little backside, and 
pulling her tight against him.  Scooping her up, he 
set her onto his lap, pulling her tight against him.  
She felt small and fragile in his arms, and very much 
in need of care.  To her, she felt safe and secure in 
his enveloping arms, even though it might only be a 
passing phase in her life, for the future was very 
uncertain.  Somehow she knew, though, that this man 
was going to make it better than it had been.

When he set her back on her feet, she returned to 
finish off the last little bit of ice cream she had 
left earlier, while he left the kitchen for a few 
moments.  On his return, they worked together to clean 
up all the dishes from their meal, and place what was 
necessary in the dishwasher.  There was not enough in 
there to turn it on, and so it was left for another 
time, while they headed for the living room, and some 
comfortable seats.


Evening Time
Sitting in his easy chair, he indicated that Linda 
should sit on the chesterfield, which she did.  He did 
not do anything to correct the open leg position she 
sat in, nor his view of her belly and the top of her 
vulva, for in fact he was quite enjoying looking at 
her.  They talked about the things that had happened 
in the past, and how it came to be that she appeared 
to have slipped between the cracks of the local 
authorities.  No justification for a child of ten 
living on the street, especially a female child, could 
be found, and none of what had happened to her seemed 
to make any sense to him.

After sitting and talking awhile, Mr. Burns got up, 
said he would be right back, and went upstairs.  A 
couple of minutes later, he returned carrying her 
clothes, garments that looked almost like new.  They 
were clean and smelled fresh, and the fabric was soft, 
rather than stiff with dirt.  When he showed them to 
her, she looked at them, ran her hands over the 
fabric, and turned to him to say, "Thank you, Mr. 
Burns, this is so wonderful!"  I don't think you 
should put them on until the morning, Linda, because I 
get the feeling you will be spending the night here, 
and I can probably find a shirt for you to wear for 
the night."

"Do you really mean that, sir?  I can sleep in a bed 
tonight?" she asked.

"I need a little time to figure out what I am going to 
do with you, to help you, but it is too late to get 
anybody at this time of night, so there doesn't seem 
to be much choice.  Are you afraid of sleeping here 
tonight?"

"Why would I be afraid as long as I'm with you?" she 
asked.

"Because I might try to see your naked body again?" he 
told her.  She immediately opened the towel from where 
it was tied, dropping it to the floor and stood there 
naked before him.

"You can see me naked all you want, and for as long as 
you are willing to let me stay here, for all I care.  
Do you like looking at me?" she asked.

"Of course I do," he answered.  "You are a pretty, 
young girl, and how could I not admire your sweet 
little body?  But it is not supposed to be proper for 
a man to look on a little girl when she is naked."

"I don't care what is proper, if you want to see me, 
I'm all yours, and will show you anything you want to 
see.  You can touch me too, you know!" she added.  She 
moved over to near him, leaving her clothes and the 
towel behind.  Climbing up, she sat down on his lap, 
put her arms around his neck, and placed a soft warm 
kiss on his lips.

"You are such a temptation, and it would be so easy to 
take advantage of you, Linda.  But it would not be 
right, and I can't take a chance of anybody knowing I 
did anything wrong with or to you.  Come on, let's go 
and see if we can find something for you to wear to 
bed tonight."  He got her to stand, took her hand, 
collected the things from the laundry and the towel 
off the floor, and headed upstairs towards his 
bedroom.


Determination
Along the way, Linda said to him, "I swear to you, Mr. 
Burns, that if you want to do things to me, I will let 
you do anything you want, and never speak to anyone 
about it.  Everything that happens here can be our 
secret, except for how much you helped me.  If it 
hadn't of been for your little house, I would have 
been raped long before now, so if you want to rape me, 
then I am yours.  I know you will be gentle with me."

"Are you still a virgin?" he asked.

"Yes sir!" she exclaimed.  "Thanks to your little 
house where I was hiding for so long."

"How long has it been darling?" he asked.

"I got lucky and found your place on the second night 
on my own.  The first night was scary, but after that 
I felt safe.  I used to watch you do things around 
your house, and I always knew you were a real nice 
man."

"Damn it!" he exclaimed, stopping at the top of the 
stairs.

"What's wrong?" she asked, quite concerned.

"You are walking beside me naked, and I am enjoying 
it.  I do like seeing you that way, even though I know 
I shouldn't, and on top of that, you are willing to 
stay that way for me to look at!  You are hard to 
resist!"

"Don't bother finding anything for me to wear, because 
now I am staying this way all night, and you can look 
and touch as much as you want, for all night if you 
want.  Or until you get tired of me!"

"That can't happen, Linda!" he exclaimed.  "That can't 
happen!"  He took up her naked body in his arms, and 
this time, he did not stop himself from placing his 
hands where he wanted them, including on her breasts, 
and little bum.  Looking into her eyes, he leaned 
towards her as she leaned forward towards him, met in 
the middle and kissed gently and sweetly.  Moving 
forward, he took the little girl into his room, sat on 
the side of the bed, with her legs stretched out 
behind him on either side of his hips, her crotch 
pressed against the bulge in his pants.

"I can feel how much you want me, Mr. Burns, and it is 
okay.  You can be my teacher, and show me how to make 
love, because I know you won't rape me.  You are far 
to gentle for that!"  She originated the next kiss, 
this time with her little mouth opened slightly until 
he pushed it open even more with his lips.  No matter 
how wrong it might be, he knew he was going to have 
sex with this little ten year old girl, just as he had 
dreamt about for so many years with a young girl, and 
there was a good chance he would get away with it.

"You like little girls, don't you Mr. Burns?" she 
asked.

"Very much," he admitted to her.

"Have you ever had a little girl before?" she queried.

"No, darling, that is something that is very unlikely 
to happen very often.  You will be the first and 
probably the only one for me."

"I like that!" she said.  "If I can, I want to stay 
with you after tonight, and be your little girl to 
fuck any time you want me!"

"That would be so nice, Linda," he told her, "but it 
is highly unlikely that it could happen that way.  
Society does not approve of that kind of activity."

"Then why didn't society help me when my Mommy died, 
and I had no place to go?  Some gave me food but you 
were the first to really do something nice and help me 
the way you did.  It felt so good to have you wash my 
hair and the rest of me.  When your fingers were 
rubbing my head, I couldn't help crying it felt so 
nice.  That's when I knew you were as good as I had 
thought all those times I watched you when you didn't 
know I was watching you."

"So tell me, Linda," he asked her, "how did you know 
about the school where I first noticed you?"

"It took me days and days to find out where you went 
in the mornings.  When you drove away, I would watch 
you as far as I could, and see where you turned.  Then 
next day, I would go there, and see where you went 
from that turn, and so on.  One day, after you 
disappeared, I walked on further, and saw your car in 
the parking lot.  When you came out that day, you went 
to the school, and picked up the kids you dropped off 
every evening.  From then on, I used to watch you at 
the school, and the way some kids would talk with you.  
You were always so nice to them, smiling and talking 
to them.  I took a chance of talking to you one day, 
and you were nice to me, even though I smelled bad."

"What happened to your clothes?  Are those few things 
all you have?" he queried.

"I used to have more, but that is my last outfit, and 
it was getting so dirty.  Now, it is like I have a 
whole new outfit, and they smell so nice and fresh.  I 
sure want to thank you for that!"

"Something tells me this time tomorrow, you will have 
a lot more clothes, and something to carry them in as 
well.  I am going to take the day off tomorrow, and 
you and I are going shopping!" he told her.

"Really?" she asked, choking on the words.  "You are 
going to buy me some clothes?"

"You bet I am, darling.  I can't have you going around 
with those as the only things you own.  No matter how 
things go about where you live, you need clothes to 
wear, soap to wash yourself, shampoo to do your hair, 
and a brush for your hair.  Speaking of that, if you 
will let me, I'd like to brush and comb your hair with 
my things.  They're clean though."


A Mother's Touch
"You're going to comb and brush my hair?"  She 
received an answer by being picked up, and set down on 
a chair.  Getting his comb and brush, he began by 
combing her hair, as she sat there and allowed it to 
happen.  When the comb caught in a couple of tangles, 
she whimpered just a little, but made no loud outcry.  
By the time he was brushing her head, the tears had 
returned.

"What are you crying about, darling?" he asked her.

"My Mommy used to do my hair, and it feels so good 
when you are doing it, just like she did.  I love you, 
Mr. Burns.  I love you more than I can tell you.  I 
just hope you enjoy fucking me as much as I am 
enjoying what you are doing for me!"

He stopped brushing her hair, knelt down and pressed 
her back against him, reached around and took each of 
her little breasts in his hands, kneading them gently.  
When she leaned back her head onto his shoulder, he 
kissed her little soft cheek until she turned her face 
to him and he kissed her willing mouth.  There was no 
hesitation on her part when he picked her up off the 
chair, carried her to the bed and laid her down on her 
back.  Without it being suggested, she brought up her 
feet to close to her butt, and spread her legs wide 
apart, exposing her crotch.  He could see her vaginal 
opening was spread apart for she was already sexually 
stimulated, and showing it.

Before he came up on the bed, he took off his clothes 
while she watched.  When his penis came out, hard of 
course, she said, "Wow!"

Kneeling down so he was near her crotch, he put his 
hands on her, and spread her vagina open even more, 
looking up inside his little girl.  "You're still a 
virgin for true," he commented when he could see her 
hymen was still in place.

"My Mommy died of aids, but she got it after I was 
born, and nobody has ever played with me other than 
me.  You are the first, to ever touch me down there, 
Mr. Burns."

"I'm not sure how this is going to turn out, but could 
you, at least for now, call me Bruce?" he asked.

"May I call you Uncle Bruce instead, sir?" she asked.  
"My Mommy told me to always be respectful of an adult, 
including calling them by their title."

"That sure sounds sweet coming from your lips, Linda.  
Uncle would be fine, darling," he assured her.  I 
guess it might well help further on, too!"

Linda was shaking a little, especially when he held 
her little hand suspended in the air.  "I'm sorry, 
Uncle, that I am a little scared.  Don't worry, 
though, I'll be fine, and you can do it to me anytime 
you are ready."

"Do you know that your being a little scared makes it 
more exciting to me?" he told her.  Before I do it to 
you, though, I want to enjoy your sexy little body 
first.  Like these two beautiful little titties that 
you are growing.  I need them in my mouth, and to suck 
on them like this..."  He leaned over and took the first 
entire breast into his mouth, and used his tongue to 
rub her little nipple.  She responded to this with a 
groan and pushed her chest towards his mouth.  It was 
as if it was made to fit in his mouth, for it fit so 
perfectly, and he was able to draw off it, squeezing 
it with his lips as he pulled away.  When his lips 
clamped down on her nipple and stretched it away from 
her body, she moaned again, while she looked down to 
see it happening to her.  When it couldn't be 
stretched any further, it slipped out of his hold, and 
dropped back to her chest.  Then he did the same to 
her other tittie, as she willingly held it out for 
him.

Leaving her titties, he kissed her around the bottom 
of her rib cage, and the soft belly between the bones, 
and on down to the soft belly between her two hip 
bones.  When he slid his hands under her butt, she 
rested her bum in his hands while he kneaded her two 
cheeks.  As his mouth approached her vulva, she began 
to whimper a bit, and replaced it with a cry of 
satisfaction as his lips came to rest on her vulva, 
and he started kissing her.  She was groaning openly 
as he continued to kiss her privates, and when his 
lips came to hold her clitoris, she climaxed, twisting 
her upper torso with the ecstasy of the moment and 
feeling.

That was when he climbed up over her little body, and 
placed the end of his penis into the vaginal opening.  
Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, her mouth 
hanging open in anticipation of what was to happen.  
With a little pressure, the barrier went down almost 
as if she didn't have one, and he penetrated up inside 
her little vagina.

"That feels good, Uncle Bruce," she declared.  "I 
thought it was supposed to hurt when it first went 
in," she commented.

"You're cherry must have been very thin, and it went 
in real easy darling," he told her.  "I guess you can 
consider yourself lucky for that."

"I think I am lucky that you are fucking me," she 
countered.  "Oh, yes!  When you rub it feels so nice!"  
The way was clear, and he was in the early stages of 
fucking a little ten year old cunt, and he liked the 
feeling it gave him, as well as making him feel very 
guilty.  He was glad she was so receptive and willing.  
His pumping her brought her to another climax, and 
caused her to ask for him to do it harder.  With some 
heavy pumping, he brought her to another climax, and 
allowed himself to come at the same time, releasing 
his sperm deep up inside her sweet little body.  Only 
with every ounce of control he could bring to bear was 
he able to keep from crushing the sweet little body 
beneath him, as he lost most of his muscle control 
with the climax.

"You made that the most wonderful thing I've ever 
know, Uncle Bruce," declared Linda.  "I thought it 
would hurt and it was nothing more than a little 
pinch.  It felt so good, and I feel so complete with 
you inside there.  Please don't go away, and let me 
stay like this forever!  I love you so much!"

Bruce rolled the two of them over together, remaining 
inside her as he landed on his back with her against 
his belly.  Reaching up, he stroked her little face, 
and then ran his fingers through her hair.  As his 
fingers reached her back, the continued on down, over 
her little bum, right down to where his cock remained 
inside her.  She threw her head back as he ran his 
fingers around her vaginal lips, providing her with an 
aftermath to her climax.

Bringing his hands up to her chest, he pushed her up 
into a sitting position, astride his belly with her 
still impaled on his penis.  She helped by bringing up 
one knee and then the other to arrive there, allowed 
him to stare at her sweet naked body sitting on his 
cock, her crotch stretched to the limit, and allowing 
him to see the end of his penis still inside her.  
When he sat up to kiss her, his penis dropped out, and 
they shared a warm passionate kiss for several 
minutes, enjoying the closeness of their bodies.

Finally, he took her still wrapped around him, and 
picked her up, carrying her into the bathroom.  There 
he placed her on one of the two toilets, except this 
one was the bidet.  Turning it on, the stream of water 
shot up into her still open vagina, and gave her a 
wash out, causing her to open her eyes wide at the 
first of the water stream entered her.  Then she sat 
there until he turned it off, allowing it to happen to 
her.  Even as it happened, she turned her little face 
up to look into his, and gave him a smile that could 
have melted the hardest heart.  He was already 
enamoured with her, but he sure liked her looking at 
him like that.

After the wash out, she slipped her little hand into 
his as soon as he finished drying her crotch off with 
some tissue, then accompanied him back through the 
bedroom and down the stairs.  Another dish of ice 
cream seemed to be on his mind, served up with a small 
piece of plain cake on the side, it became another 
real treat.  No words had been exchanged between them 
for quite awhile, but their eyes told all.

When their treat was done, he held out his arms to 
her, and she jumped up into them, wrapping her legs 
around him once again.  She turned out the light as 
they left the kitchen, and remained there as they 
climbed the stairs.  Each light she turned off as they 
came to it, until they reached his bed once again.  He 
pulled down the sheet and placed her there, laying 
down beside her, and turning off the bedside lamp, 
leaving them in darkness.  They kissed for a little 
bit, until he sensed she was falling asleep.  He 
continued to hold her until he heard her soft regular 
breathing, and knew she was gone, before he allowed 
himself to drift off to sleep.


Shopping Day
When the alarm sounded, his reaction of turning it off 
was automatic, but it had startled Linda.  Sitting up 
in the bed, she looked at the man she had slept beside 
all night, remembered what had happened the night 
before, and knocked him back onto the bed as she fell 
forward onto his chest.  They kissed, before saying 
'good morning' to each other.  Suddenly, he dumped her 
off him, got up and headed for the bathroom as she 
scampered to follow.  He had his pee before she did, 
and then went looking for his toothbrush and 
toothpaste.  When she joined him, he rinsed his 
toothbrush out, passed it to her for her to do her own 
teeth.  While she did, he turned on the shower, and 
climbed in.  She joined him as soon as she finished 
her teeth, and they showered together, each doing 
their own bodies this time.  The drying off was done 
by him, until she insisted on taking the towel from 
him to complete his drying from the waist down.

Returning to the bedroom they both got dressed, Linda 
putting on the freshly washed outfit she had been 
wearing yesterday, pausing to smell the freshness of 
the fabric before putting it on her body.  Then, hand 
in hand, they headed down to the kitchen, and 
preparations for breakfast.  Under his guidance, Linda 
did what she could to help, and it wasn't too long 
before they were sitting at the table with a meal of 
bacon and eggs, toast and juice, plus milk for her, 
and coffee for him.  She could not have felt more 
content than she did at this moment.

Bruce made a call at the appropriate time to inform 
his work that he would not be at work that day, and to 
have one of his staff pick up the children from school 
and drop them home.  He was free from those 
obligations for the day.  Getting Linda into his car, 
they headed out for some very necessary shopping.

Starting with a clothing store for children to young 
adults, all the essentials of underwear, both braziers 
and panties, sleepwear, bathing suit, robe, blouses, 
shirts, sweaters, skirts, shorts and jeans as well as 
dress pants and some nice little dresses were 
purchased there.  Moving on to a hair care 
establishment, the needed brush, comb, and assorted 
things to do with hair care were purchased, and 
another hair dryer for her use.  At a store offering 
more generalized merchandise, they found a school bag 
designed to be worn on the back, and then moved on to 
a toy store where a doll was bought for her, along 
with some other things that she could entertain 
herself with.  The final stop was a grocery store, and 
additional supplies were purchased to compliment what 
he already had at home, but improving on the choices 
suitable to a young girl.

Along the way home, they stopped for some food at a 
fast food restaurant, and arrived back about the 
middle of the afternoon.  It had been a very 
successful day from his point of view, and from 
Linda's she was in heaven, having so much spent on 
her, and having all those new things.  On the way 
home, she seemed a little moody, but he could not find 
out why.  Now they were home, and he decided to try 
again.


Concern For A Friend
"Would you come over here please, Linda?" he asked.  
She came and was sat down on the coffee table before 
him.  "I want to know what is bothering you, and don't 
tell me it is nothing.  Come on, give it to me 
straight up, please!"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Bruce, but I was thinking of a 
friend of mine, and wondering how she was getting 
along.  She's probably wondering about me too."  Then 
she sat up, as if an idea had come to her.  "Uncle 
Bruce, since I have all these new things, could I give 
her my old clothes that you washed for me and made 
smell so nice?" she blurted out.

"What I would like you to do is to tell me about your 
friend, and then we can see what can be done," he 
said.

"She's living on the streets just like me, staying 
behind a garage at nights, and sleeping inside the 
garage when it rains.  There are places she knows to 
get food, and she always got enough to share with me.  
She has stolen a few things, but she only took what we 
really needed to eat that day."

"How old is she?" he asked.

"She's a little older than me by seven months.  That 
means she's eleven right now.  We used to spend our 
days together, and then go to our own night time 
hiding places.  I think my place was a lot better than 
hers, but I couldn't take a chance to tell her about 
mine in case you found out and threw us out."

"Do you know where to find her?" he asked.

"Sure!" she affirmed.  "Not right now, for she could 
be different places, but I know where she will be 
later on near supper time.  Are you going to let me 
give her my old clothes?"

"Yes, you may do that, but..."  He was interrupted by 
her throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him 
on the mouth.  Holding her back, he said, "How would 
you feel if I tried to help her as well as you?"

"Would you?" she asked in disbelief.  "I'm sure she'd 
be willing to go to bed with you since you like little 
girls, Uncle Bruce.  You could have two of us to fuck 
if you wanted."

"I'm more concerned about her being out on the street 
without proper care.  Why don't we go out and try to 
find her, and you can tell her that I'm willing to 
help her if she wants me to, but if she is afraid, I 
don't want you to try and force her.  Let her decide 
for herself.  Okay?"

"Sure, Daddy!" she said.  "I'll do it anyway you want, 
but I'm sure she would be happy to come here with you, 
especially when I tell her how nice you are."  Bruce 
had noticed the change in name, but let it pass as a 
slip of the tongue.

"Are you sure you would not be jealous if I tried to 
help both of you?" he asked.

"Oh, no, sir!" she exclaimed.  "If it hadn't of been 
for her, I'd have probably starved to death by now.  
Are you really going to help her?"

"That will be up to her, Linda," he replied.  "What is 
her name?"

"Wendy, sir," she said.  "I don't know her last name, 
but she is really nice.  You might not like that she 
swears a lot, but I bet she would stop swearing if she 
had you helping her.  Oh, Daddy, I'm so happy!"

"What is this Daddy, business, Linda?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Bruce," she said.  "I've been 
pretending to myself that you were my Daddy, and 
forgot what I was saying in the excitement about 
Wendy."

"You want me to be your Daddy?" he asked.

"More than anything in the world!" she said in a very 
quiet voice as she looked at the floor.

"Well, I can't think of a sweeter daughter to have 
than you, Linda," he said.  "If that is how you feel, 
I have no objections to you calling me Dad or Daddy!"

Linda put her hands up over her mouth, and looked at 
him with such a shock and disbelief on her face that 
she could not hide it.  When he smiled at her, nodded 
his head, and held out his arms to her, she got up 
slowly, stepped forward, and then suddenly wrapped her 
arms around him in a bear hug.  "Oh, Daddy!  Thank 
you!  Thank you!  I love you so much, Daddy!  I've got 
a Daddy!"  The last was a shout!

"Hey!  Don't deafen me!"

"I'm sorry, Daddy!  My very own Daddy!  I love you so 
much!"

"Well if you must know, I love you too, Linda!" he 
declared.  Over and over she kissed him, her little 
frame pressed as tightly to him as he could manage.  
Finally, he took her little head in his hands, held 
her back, and said, "Save that for later, but I think 
we have something to do."

"What?" she asked, and then realized, "Oh, yea!  
Wendy!  What time is it?"

"Just going on five o'clock," he replied.

"I know where she will be in a few minutes, Daddy," 
she said.  Could we go there now?"

"Let's go!" he replied.

The got in the car, and he was directed to a part of 
town he had been in before, but was not too familiar 
with, especially in the back lanes where they headed 
under Linda's direction.

"We best not drive too close to where she will be, 
otherwise we might scare her away," he suggested.  She 
agreed, and said it was just ahead where she would be 
any time now.  Can I go there and wait for her?"

"What I would like you to do, is stay where I can see 
you if at all possible," he told her.  "I'm not about 
to loose my new daughter so soon!"

"Oh, Daddy!  I'll be fine, but you will be able to see 
me from here.  Thank you, sir!  Thank you!"

Linda got out of the car and went a little further 
down the lane, and then waited still within his sight.  
She did not have long, for soon she was joined by 
another little girl, and much excitement and dancing 
took place with the two of them.  Then it settled down 
and they talked for awhile.  Somewhere along the way, 
Linda turned and pointed towards him, and the other 
girl looked, wearing a very worried and serious face 
upon her.  They talked a little more, and then the two 
started walking towards him.

Drawing close to the car, they came up to him on his 
side.  "Daddy, I'd like you to meet Wendy.  Wendy, 
this is Mr. Burns, the man I've been telling you 
about."

"Good evening, Wendy," he said.  "I'm sure you have a 
lot of questions and concerns in your mind, but I am 
not here to scare you, but I would like to help you, 
and I am willing to help you on your terms.  You will 
not be forced to get into the car or to go anywhere 
with me you don't want to go.  You will not be 
required to do anything you don't want to do.  I would 
love to have the chance to talk with you, but I don't 
want to scare you, darling.  You tell me what you 
think about it all, and we will go from there.  Okay?"

"You really do seem nice, Mr. Burns," she said.  "I'm 
sorry I'm scared, but too many men have tried to do 
things to me that I didn't want, and I don't usually 
talk to men if I don't have to."

"I can well imagine, Wendy.  You are a very attractive 
girl, even under all those clothes, and I am sure that 
many men would love to have their way with you."

"Is he really as nice as he sounds, Linda?" she asked 
of her friend.  Linda pushed past her, came up to him 
in the car, and placed a kiss on his lips.

"I'd trust him with my life, Wendy!" she said, even 
while she was looking at his eyes.  Turning to her 
friend, she said, "The only thing you have to risk is 
a really nice meal!  If you don't want to stay, he'll 
bring you back here or anywhere else you want to go, 
including right beside your secret place.  Isn't that 
right, Daddy?"

"Yes it is, Linda," he assured her.

"You call him Daddy?" asked Wendy.

"I was pretending he was my Daddy in my dreams, and 
when I got excited about you, I forgot and called him 
that.  He said it was alright!  I've got my very own 
Daddy!"

"I think I would be in the way," she said.  "I hope 
you are happy with your new Daddy, Linda!"

"Hold up there, Wendy," he called to her.  "You would 
not be in the way!  I admit I feel very close to 
Linda, and I don't think that will change.  It does 
not mean that I can't help somebody else though!  And 
at the very least, you don't want to miss a nice 
supper out, do you?"

"You won't be in the way or mess anything up for me, 
Wendy, I promise you.  I trust him so much, that I 
know I'm not going to loose him to anybody else, even 
if you are older than me!"

"I don't want to go anywhere for supper, cause I look 
too awful!  Where could we go with me dressed like 
this?"

"We could do one of two things, Wendy," he told her.  
"We could go through a take out service to get some 
food and then eat in the car, or we could go to my 
home, and I could put something together for all of 
us.  It would be your choice, either way."

"Would you really take me to your place?" she asked.

"Of course I would, Wendy.  I can see that under those 
clothes is a very nice caring young lady, and I want 
to find out the best way to help the two of you.  We 
could talk and figure out the best way, and at the 
very least, Linda has some clothes she wants to give 
you.  Then I would take you wherever you wanted to go, 
just as Linda told you."

"Thank you, Mr. Burns," said Wendy.  "I think I would 
like that, at least the supper and clothes part."  
Linda took her by the hand, walked around the car and 
got in, pulling her friend in after her.  Bruce 
started the car and left the area, heading for his own 
home.


Home Again
Within a few minutes, Bruce drove into his garage and 
stopped the car as the garage door closed behind them.  
Wendy looked a little nervous with that, but Linda 
said, "Isn't that neat?  The door opens for him and he 
drives straight in.  From here we go straight into the 
kitchen, and you should see all the neat things he 
has; microwave and everything!"  Her enthusiasm seemed 
to calm down Wendy, and she followed meekly behind her 
friend.

"First things first!" said Mr. Burns.  "Let's see what 
we are going to have for supper.  Oh, lord, look at 
the time!"  He went to the fridge, and started 
checking out what was in there.  "Well ladies, it 
seems we have stayed out a little late to start supper 
from the frozen things I have to cook, so how about I 
have some food delivered?  It will be a lot faster, 
and maybe give us some time to talk."

"Could we have Chinese food again, Daddy?  It was so 
good!" Linda added.

"Those are sweet words to me, Linda, for that is one 
of my favourites.  That okay with you, Wendy?"

"That would be great, thank you, sir," she replied.  
Bruce could see she was still tense, but beginning to 
let up a bit.

"When I came here, Daddy took me upstairs, and bathed 
me, and gave me things to wear while he washed my old 
clothes.  Let me get them and wait till you smell 
them."  She had run off, leaving Wendy in the kitchen 
alone with him.  He picked up the telephone and called 
his favourite Chinese restaurant.  Being a regular 
customer of theirs, he was sure of good service and 
food.  By the time he had finished the order, Linda 
had returned with her original outfit, and they were 
both looking at it.  "He got it so clean, it's like a 
new outfit, and he said I could give it to you.  You 
want to put it on?" she asked.

"He bathed you?" asked Wendy, ignoring her question 
about the clothes.  "Naked?"

"He is the most loving man you could imagine, Wendy," 
she said with complete assurance.

"Would you bathe me, Mr. Burns?" she asked.  "I'd like 
Linda to be there, if you don't mind, though, sir."

"I could do that for you if you wish, Wendy, or you 
could do it for yourself, if you wished."

"I think I'd like for you to bathe me, if you don't 
mind, sir," she said.

"Let me tell you, Wendy, that I like little girls, and 
it would please me immensely to bathe you, but not if 
that scares you.  I don't want to scare anybody."

"You want to see me naked, and touch me?" asked Wendy.

"Only if you want that, darling," he replied.

"I'm in your home, and you could force me to do 
anything you want, but you even admit you want to fool 
around with me!  I think you are right, Linda.  I like 
him...I like him a lot, even if he does want to fool 
around with both of us, I guess."

"He already took my virginity last night, and it was 
wonderful, Wendy!" she told her.  "I'd not tell 
anybody else, and I would call you a liar if you ever 
told anybody."

"Didn't it hurt?" she asked.

"He made it the most wonderful thing I've ever done in 
my life.  I can't wait for him to do it to me again.  
I hope he lets me sleep in his bed again tonight.  Do 
you know how great it was to go to sleep in his arms 
and wake up the same place?"

"Are you going to bathe me now, Mr. Burns?" she asked.

"I can't right now, Wendy.  The food will be here any 
minute, and I have to be here for that.  Could you 
wait until after we eat?"

"Only if you will let me sit at the other end of the 
table," she said.  "I smell bad!"

"That is not a problem," he assured her.  "While we 
are waiting, how about your telling me why you are 
living behind some garage someplace?"

"I ran away from home about the same time Linda's Mom 
died, and we sort of linked up with each other.  We've 
been friends ever since," she added.

"But why did you run away, if you don't mind me asking 
Wendy?" he persisted.

"Because my uncle fucked me!" she exclaimed.  "I'm 
sorry, Mr. Burns, I shouldn't swear, but I get so mad 
when I think about it.  He was so rough and it hurt 
for a long time afterwards.  I left the next day, and 
haven't been back since."

"Why didn't you tell your mother?" he asked.

"I phoned her one day and told her.  She yelled at me 
and called me a liar so I hung up on her."

"Since then, has any man had his way with you?" he 
went on.

"No sir!  The only one that got close to doing it got 
kicked in his balls.  I heard he was in the hospital 
for a long time afterwards, but I don't care."

"But you are willing to let me bathe you, even though 
you feel that way about men?"

"You are different.  You are not forcing me, and even 
telling me you would like to do it.  I don't know if I 
could do it with you, but from what Linda has said, I 
guess I would.  She has the hots for you tonight 
though.  She gets first dibs on you as far as I am 
concerned."  

Before anything more could be said, the door bell 
rang.  The food had arrived.

Following a wonderful meal, and after the girls had 
drunk the milk they were both given, they put the 
leftovers away in the fridge.  Then they headed 
upstairs to the main bathroom.  Linda was first to go 
in, and immediately began to strip off her clothes.  
Looking at Wendy, she said, "I need to bathe too, and 
I thought if you saw me get undressed you'd feel 
better about it."

"Thanks, Linda," she told her, and it was obvious it 
was a heart felt thanks.  Wendy also stripped off the 
multiple layers of clothes she was wearing.


Clean Up Time
"Bring your things when you are out of them Wendy, and 
we will put them into the wash.  They might as well be 
cleaned up while you are," he told her.  Then he went 
across the hall to the laundry room and started 
preparations.  Moments later, Wendy was standing at 
the door, and dropped them into the washing machine 
when Bruce pointed to it.  He turned on the machine, 
and they returned to the bathroom.

"You are a lot skinnier now that you don't have all 
those clothes on, Wendy," he observed.

"I hope you didn't want me fat, sir!" she said.  "I 
just didn't have anywhere else to keep them, so I wore 
them."

"I didn't want you skinny or fat, Wendy," he said.  "I 
wanted Wendy to be Wendy, and I am not concerned over 
how that looks, but if you don't mind, you are very 
pretty, and it is nice to see you naked."

"You always say the right things, Mr. Burns?" she 
asked.

"Always!" answered Linda.  She got a kiss for that and 
a little pat on the bare bum.  Wendy noticed both.

With the two girls in the tub, he had to have them 
stand.  Telling Linda that she should not get her hair 
wet again for she shampooed last night, he proceeded 
to wet Wendy's hair, and then get the shampoo into it.  
As with Linda, it did not lather much during the first 
application for her hair was too dirty, and it 
absorbed all the shampoo.  When she was rinsed, and 
the second, small amount of shampoo was put in, it 
lathered nicely and he knew her hair was clean.  The 
conditioner went in after the soap was rinsed out, and 
remained there while he washed her face and neck.  
Then her entire head and face were rinsed off under 
the running water.

Bruce then soaped up a cloth, and began washing Linda 
from her shoulders to her crotch.  As soon as he 
finished her, he turned and began washing Wendy, also 
from her shoulders to her crotch.  She was breathing 
deeply when he first contacted her breasts, but 
allowed it to happen.  When he came down to the front 
of her crotch, she pulled in another quick breath.  
Turning to Linda, he did one of her arms and then the 
other before he turned to do Wendy's arms.  Then Linda 
was turned around for her back as Wendy watched.  She 
was less hesitant when he began on her back, and even 
opened a little for him to get into the crack of her 
bum.  Both cooperated as he did their legs, and at the 
same time the available crotch, since their legs were 
open to allow it.  Following a good rinse, they both 
emerged for the drying off process.  When it was 
Wendy's turn, she allowed his passing the towel over 
her breasts to dry them, and spread her legs for his 
attention to her crotch.  As soon as they were both 
dry, he told Linda to loan Wendy a nightgown, and 
tapped her bare bum to send her off in the right 
direction.  Wendy did not follow, but stood looking 
where Linda had gone.

"What happened to you, Wendy?" he asked.


Bedtime Snack
"I'm not moving until I get the pat on the bum she 
got!" she told him.  She got her pat and then headed 
off for the borrowed nightgown.  Both of them returned 
to him as he finished up in the bathroom, and together 
they headed downstairs.  This time, the treat was a 
banana split, for he had bought a small hand of 
bananas from the grocery store earlier.  When he added 
some toppings and whipped cream, the girls both 
giggled, and didn't hesitate to dig in.

As they ate, Mr. Burns leaned forward to Wendy, and 
kissed the end of her nose, or so she thought.  When 
he was licking his lips, she realized he had taken the 
whipped cream off the tip of her nose.  Linda added 
some deliberately, and he took that off with his mouth 
as well, to the giggles of the girls.

"May I assume you are planning to stay over tonight, 
Wendy?" he asked.  She stopped eating, looked at him 
and began to cry.

"What on earth?" exclaimed Mr. Burns.  Going around 
the table to her, he held out her arms, and she came 
willing into them.  "What are you crying about, 
Wendy?" he asked.

"I was having a dream about belonging here, and it was 
so nice.  I forgot this is Linda's place, and I am 
just a visitor."

"Do you want Wendy to stay here with us, Linda?" he 
asked.

"Oh, yes, please, Daddy!" she replied.

"Then I guess you are no longer a visitor, but you are 
living here for now, at least until I can make better 
arrangements for you both."

At first, Wendy was very happy, for she was accepted 
and would be staying there.  Then both the girls 
became worried.  It was Linda that asked, "What do you 
mean, better arrangements, Daddy?"

"As much as I may want to keep you here, if the 
authorities ever found out I had two little girls 
living with me, I'd be gone to jail."

"If the authorities cared about anybody, then Linda 
and I would not have been living on the streets for 
the last year with nobody caring for us.  Please don't 
make us go," asked Wendy.

"You're my Daddy," declared Linda.  "I can't leave you 
now!"

Both of the girls were upset visibly, and it was not 
just a surface thing, but very deep inside them.  
"Okay, girls, we will have to work out things better, 
but for now, you are both staying.  Okay?  Now, let's 
do the important thing, and finish our desert before 
it melts away."  They all returned to the banana 
splits he had made for them, but the mood was still 
somber.  It took awhile for the matter to be set 
aside, for their concerns seemed to hang over them as 
other things progressed.


Tomorrow's Plan
"Tomorrow, I must go to work.  What do you ladies 
think you will do for the day while I am gone?" he 
asked.

"We could go around the old places we used to go," 
suggested Linda.

"Why don't we stay around here, and clean up the 
yard?" asked Wendy.  "I think we should try and do 
something for Mr. Burns while he is working, don't 
you, Linda?"

"We could do that, but it wouldn't take us all day.  
While we are waiting for him to come home, we could 
walk around to his office, and when he is done, we 
could get a ride back here, after he picks up the 
neighbour's kids from school."

"I expected you to say you would watch television, or 
play some games or something like that, but all you 
talk about is being out on the street.  Don't you like 
it here?" he asked.

"But you wouldn't want us to be here when you are not 
home, would you, Mr. Burns?" asked Wendy.

"I don't know why not, if you are going to be like 
family and live with me," he said.  "We need to be 
able to trust each other if things are to work out, so 
we might as well start now!" he declared.

Wendy turned to Linda as if he was not there and said, 
"You have got to be one of the luckiest girls alive to 
have met a guy like this.  And you have got to be my 
very best friend of all times for coming out to find 
me when you could have just left me on my own.  I owe 
you, girl!"

Turning to him, Wendy went on, "If you will let us 
stay here while you are at work, then I will do my 
best to make sure that when you return home, this 
entire house is clean and shining for you, sir.  You 
won't need to worry, for there won't be anything 
missing when you come home, and we will both be 
waiting for you when you get here, sir."

"I'll help you too, you know!" declared Linda.  "I 
don't know a lot about cooking, but maybe we could get 
supper for Daddy, too!"

"Neither of you need to be undertaking so much work, 
ladies," he said.  "If you want to watch some movies, 
I'd be happy to leave a couple out for you, and show 
you how to work the equipment.  Linda has some new 
games that need to be tried as well."

"Now I know Linda got lucky!  You don't need to worry, 
Mr. Burns," said Wendy.  "We will keep busy, and take 
care of your home while you are away, sir."

"Okay, ladies, I think it is getting late, and I know 
I am ready for bed," he said.  "Are you coming?"  Both 
the girls followed him, turning off the lights as they 
headed upstairs.


Sleeping Arrangements
"Wendy," he said upon reaching the top landing.  
"Tonight, I would like to have Linda sleep with me in 
my bed, and have sex with her."  Linda was dancing 
around the hall when he said that.  "What would you 
like to do?  I have a spare bedroom if you want to be 
on your own, or you could join us while Linda and I do 
our thing together.  It is your choice."

"I'd love to be with you guys, and watch, if you will 
let me," said Wendy.

"As long as that is okay with Linda, then so be it!" 
he declared.

Linda took Wendy's hand, and led her into his bedroom.  
He took it she didn't mind if Wendy watched.

Inside the bedroom, Bruce went over and sat on the 
side of his bed, took off her shoes, and then turned 
to the girls standing beside each other.  Moving 
together, they both took off their nightgowns, leaving 
them both naked to his view.  Deliberately, Bruce 
looked over their bodies, admiring the little breasts 
each had, and that he had bathed.  As he looked down 
at the fronts of their vulvas, they both spread their 
legs slightly apart to allow him to look at them.  At 
his signalled request, they both turned their backs to 
him to allow him to look at their little exposed bums.  
When he held out his hands to them, they both came 
close enough to put their hands in his outstretched 
offering.  "Do you two have any idea of how sexy I 
find it to look at the two of you?  You are both so 
sweet, and beautiful!"

"It feels good to have you look at us, Daddy," said 
Linda.

"Me too, Daddy," added Wendy.  "Does it make you feel 
good when we call you Daddy?"

"It makes me feel very good, Wendy, but not for the 
sex part of it.  If you want to call me that, it 
should be because you want to, and not for just 
something you think I want to hear."

"I know you want to look on us, and do things to us, 
Daddy, but I want to call you Daddy the same as Linda 
does.  I've never met a man that I wanted to be close 
to like you, even though you happen to like us as 
little girls to play with."

"Then I'm pleased that you feel that way, Wendy," he 
said.  Letting her hand go, he took Linda into his 
lap, and leaned over to kiss her little mouth.  She 
responded willingly, and brought her chest forward as 
he began to touch her breasts.  When she was picked up 
and laid out on the bed, she drew her feet up, spread 
her legs and exposed her crotch to him.  While he 
undressed, he looked at her waiting there, knowing he 
was going to get into her.  She was smiling a little, 
torn between being happy, and being sexy.

Going down on her, he began kissing her exposure and 
licking all through the slot, over the clitoris, and 
into her vaginal opening, while she pushed herself up 
to receive his tongue.  As soon as she climaxed, he 
got over her and pressed his penis inside of her, as 
she lay there and groaned with the satisfaction of him 
being inside her once again.  For several minutes 
after that, he pumped in and out of her, until she 
reached another climax, and he allowed himself to come 
at the same time.  Again, he had to hold firm to keep 
his weight off of her as he tried to hold onto enough 
control over his muscles to hold him up.  Then he 
pulled out, and laid down beside her on the bed.

"You are one beautiful girl, Linda.  It is so nice to 
be able to have sex with you."

"It feels really good when you fill me up, Daddy!" she 
declared.  "I'm glad you like fucking me."

Together, they walked to the bathroom and Linda sat on 
the bidet while her insides were washed out by the 
stream of water that shot up into her.

That was when they heard Wendy.  She was rolling on 
the floor, groaning loudly, for she was having a 
sexual climax, and her hand was still between her legs 
as they looked.  Bruce went over to kneel beside 
Wendy.  When he placed his hand on her, she turned 
over to face him, and spread her legs open.  He closed 
them back again so he could pick her up, and carry her 
to the bedside, where he put her down on his lap.  
When he started to push his hand down between her 
legs, they opened again, and he went down over her 
vulva, and entered her with his finger.  Lying back on 
the bed, her butt still on his lap, she accepted his 
playing with her, responding to the fingers of his 
other hand as they played with her vulva and clitoris.  
With his finger moving in and out of her vagina, she 
quickly came to another climax, groaning openly as the 
sensations spread over her body.

Linda had been watching all the while, and when Wendy 
climaxed, she asked Daddy, "Are you going to fuck her 
tonight?  She's ready for you right now."

"No, darling," he told her.  "We can't take a chance 
right now, and will have to wait until she is examined 
by a doctor."

"Why, Daddy?" asked Wendy.  "Is there something wrong 
with me?"

"I don't think so, Wendy, but until you are checked, 
darling, then the only sex we should have is with the 
hands, and fingers.  There are too many things around 
that we have to worry about to have sex without some 
responsibility being a part of it."

"Last year, I was checked at the clinic, and they told 
me I didn't have any diseases.  They even gave me a 
piece of paper that said I had been checked for aids, 
and didn't have it, or was negative as they put it."

"Have you had sex since then?" he asked, even though 
she had said no earlier.

"I already told you I haven't had sex since I was 
raped by my uncle," declared Wendy.  "I took the test 
because he had raped me, and I wanted to know.  I was 
scared about that until the nurse told me I was 
negative, and explained what that meant."

"Where is that paper now, Wendy?" he asked.

"Hidden at my secret place where I slept at night," 
she said.

"Tomorrow evening, I would like to take you where your 
secret place is, have you get the paper, and show it 
to me.  Would you allow me to do that?"

"If that means you will be able to do me like you did 
Linda, I'd be willing to go there tonight and get it."

"Leave that for the tomorrow evening, darling," he 
told her.  "It is getting late, and we all need to get 
some sleep."

Bruce left the two girls on his bed while he took a 
much needed trip into the bathroom, had his pee and 
returned to find them both asleep.  He allowed himself 
a few minutes to enjoy their two naked bodies, with 
only a minimum of direct petting, and then he climbed 
in with them and was soon asleep himself.


Morning Play
When he awoke the next morning, Linda was backed up 
against his chest, and his arm was over her.  His 
morning erection was already pointing itself into her 
crotch, and a slight movement on his part put it into 
her vaginal opening.  The feeling of the end being 
inside her was too much, and he had to press it in 
further, and soon found himself deep inside her.  When 
she woke to find him inside, there was no objection, 
and the two of them turned, Linda onto her belly, with 
Daddy over top of her back, and feeling the warmth of 
her little butt against his belly.  She took her 
fucking well, even when Wendy woke up to find them 
busy together, and went down in the bed for a closer 
look at the penetrations of a man's cock into a girl's 
cunt.

As soon as they climaxed, they allowed the sensation 
to drain away, and then were in a mad dash for the 
bathroom.  Bruce won and was having his pee when the 
girls came in wanting to do the same thing.  Linda 
used the bidet while Wendy had to wait for Bruce to 
finish, and then immediately sat down for her pee, 
even before he had a chance to flush the toilet.

Linda asked Daddy if she could share some of her 
clothes with Wendy, and was given approval, while 
Bruce got himself dressed in a business suit, and 
became a very imposing figure when he arrived 
downstairs looking forward to some breakfast.  The 
girls had gone down ahead of him, and got out little 
glasses of juice, and started a pot of coffee, but 
were not sure what to have for the main item.  Bruce 
got out some cereal, added some sugar, sliced bananas, 
and milk, to make an excellent meal and start for the 
day.


Morning Work
While they ate, Bruce mentioned some items they needed 
to know about to be there in the house, and then he 
kissed each goodbye before he drove out for work.  The 
two girls spent a little time talking with each other 
while they cleaned up the breakfast dishes, and then 
looked for what needed to be done around the house.

The girls found a broom in a tall closet, and several 
pieces of cloth which they assumed to be dusters.  
Beginning downstairs, they worked their way through 
the house and went through every room cleaning the 
floor and dusting everywhere.  It was getting close to 
lunchtime, but they only had one more room to do, and 
decided to wait for lunch until it was finished.  That 
was when Daddy arrived unexpectedly and unheard until 
he was standing in the room doorway.  "You certainly 
have been busy, and what an excellent job you have 
done," he told them as a way of announcing his 
presence.

"You're home, Daddy!" shouted Linda as she ran across 
the floor to hug him.  Wendy was a short way behind 
Linda, but the both received an equally warm 
reception.  "We've almost finished dusting and 
sweeping, Daddy," said Linda.

"Have you had lunch yet, Dad, or are you here to get 
some?" asked Wendy.

"I took a chance that you hadn't eaten yet, and 
brought home some lunch.  It's in the kitchen waiting 
for us.  The work you have done is a lot, and it 
certainly makes our home look a lot better than 
before.  Very well done, ladies!"  The pride at his 
praise was evident in the faces of both the girls as 
they headed downstairs with him, happy that he was 
home so early.


Proof of Health & Shopping
"Do you need to go back to work today, Daddy?" asked 
Wendy.

"No darling, I don't need to go back to the office 
until Tuesday.  Monday is a holiday, so we have the 
weekend to ourselves."

"Then would it be possible for me to go back and find 
that doctor's paper at the garage?  I'd really like to 
show you as soon as possible," stated Wendy.

"As soon as we finish eating, darling," he told her.

"May I come with you guys?" asked Linda.

"Of course," responded Daddy, his manner indicating 
how silly the question was.

Following lunch, they all climbed into the car, and 
drove to Wendy's secret garage.  She collected the 
doctor's paper proclaiming she was free of aids and 
other sexually transmitted diseases as of the date 
about three months ago.  Then they headed to the 
clothing store where Linda's things had been 
purchased, and Wendy had the same experience of being 
supplied with clothes covering from the skin on out.  
The toy store was taken in for a similar but different 
doll for her, and the drug store became the hair 
products supplier, on this occasion.  Then they were 
heading back to his house and the girl's new home.

When they arrived, it was just a little past the 
middle of the afternoon hours, but the girls were far 
too busy to think of anything other than then new 
clothes, and the doll.  By the time they realized they 
were hungry, it was a little past the normal supper 
hour, and they were wondering what was to happen about 
supper.


Daddy's Supper
Arriving in the kitchen, they found a table set with 
three place settings, and something hot coming out of 
the oven.  Daddy had a roast of beef, roast potatoes, 
corn and a small garden salad, all carefully placed on 
each plate in a most appealing manner.  When two of 
the plates were brought to the table, the two candles 
set there were lit, and then the other plate was moved 
over to complete the table setting.  Two places 
already had a glass of milk beside them and from these 
the girls knew where they were to sit.  As soon as the 
kitchen lights were turned off, the entire setting 
took on a surrealistic appearance with romantic 
overtones.

When they sat down and began to eat, they found the 
food as good as could be found in most restaurants, 
and to them a long way towards being far better.  Then 
didn't even notice that music was playing in the 
background, but the entire setting was overwhelmingly 
beautiful.  Conversation was generally about the 
things the girls now had to wear, and the dolls that 
they had to play with.  Somewhere along the way, they 
realized it was all because of the man that had 
prepared them the meal, for which he was elevated in 
stature in their minds.  He became a hero to both the 
girls.

Following the meal, he told them he would like to 
bathe them this evening, and they both responded with 
great delight over the prospect.  It was only a few 
minutes between him telling them, and them being naked 
and ready in the bathroom.


Bathing & Aftermath
Bruce felt like enjoying his girls and their young 
little bodies for awhile, and this was what he did for 
the next hour while he bathed first Linda and then 
Wendy.  He made no pretense that he was there to enjoy 
them either, letting each know that he was touching 
them for his sensual pleasure, and they made no 
objections about the whole thing.  When they were 
dried off afterwards, he took one on each side of him 
and went over their nakedness with his empty hand 
'making sure they were dried off properly' but still 
finding a wet spot on each just inside their vaginal 
opening.

Finally, Bruce sent them downstairs to watch a little 
television, and took the time to have a luxurious, 
slow shower himself.  After he finished, he got on a 
pair of his pajamas and then sauntered down to join 
the girls in front of the television.  The view from 
the door brought him to an abrupt halt, however, for 
there they were, both stretched out on their bellies 
on the floor in front of the television, both naked 
and with their legs spread open.  He remained there 
for a moment, enjoying how the crack of their bums 
travelled down and became the crack of their vulva.  
They were both beautiful to his eyes, and he was 
definitely in love with both of them, both physically 
and emotionally.

When he went in to take a seat in the room, the girls 
both begged a little more time to finish watching the 
good show they had found, and he was happy to allow 
them the time, while he enjoyed the time watching 
them.  Even as he looked at their sexy exposure, he 
knew that he was at liberty to put his hands on them, 
but was quite contented to just sit their and enjoy 
the view.  When the show finished, the television was 
turned off by one of the girls, and they went hand in 
hand with him up the stairs to his bedroom, knowing 
what was going to happen.

Moving from one to the other, and back again, Bruce 
enjoyed the two bodies, touching, caressing, kissing 
and looking at their physical development, especially 
the hairless offering of their vulva slots.  He could 
not identify any difference in taste from one to the 
other as he sampled them, one after the other.  Then 
his desire for self satisfaction said he could not 
wait any longer.

Linda received his first penetration and a few moments 
of pumping before he pulled out and got over Wendy.  
She took him in for the first time, and found that his 
being in her was far more pleasurable than she had 
anticipated.  Knowing that Linda was happy to have him 
inside her, she knew it would be good, but was still 
surprised the first time his penis moved up into her 
vagina.  He brought her to a climax before coming out 
and returning to Linda's waiting vagina.  It did not 
take long for her to arrive at her first climax and 
was glad when he remained in her even longer.  He 
brought her to another climax before returning to 
Wendy, and began returning her to the high sensual 
state.  As she arrived at her climax, Bruce also 
allowed himself to climax, deep up inside her vagina.  
He lost his muscle control, and fell forward on her 
during the peak of his climax, but she didn't seem to 
mind his full weight pressing down on her.

Following their separation, they lay there together 
for quite awhile, talking about different things, 
mostly about them being a family, and the sharing of 
each other that they were now able to have.  At his 
request, the two girls lay next to each other, and 
exchanged kisses between them, finding it more 
gratifying than they could have expected.  Their 
kissing was not going to be confined to the bedroom, 
for then both liked the sensation they got, and it 
would become standard practice between them from that 
time forward.  The girls fell asleep in each other's 
arms, while Daddy's hands gently rubbed their naked 
bodies anywhere and everywhere.  They were happy!