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Father, Forgive Me For I Have Sinned
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
What can happen to the most dedicated and well-balanced
of family men when circumstance thrusts dual temptation
into the equation, in the form of two decidedly cute
but well under-age girls. (Mff, ped, mast, oral)
***
I have never known HOW I got away with it.
A "chemical imbalance" some might say. "An overly
possessive mother," or "an under-developed grasp of
right from wrong." Think what you will, but to quote
the late Robert Palmer, I find extremely young girls -
possibly by virtue of their very innocence itself –
simply irresistible!
About the only thing I can say in my defense, is that
there was no ingrained "intent" on my part Not only did
circumstances present themselves that day, the young
girls in question were most decidedly willing
participants.
Historically, it had not been unusual for my sister-in-
law to deposit her twin daughters in the family creche
for a few hours, while attending to some unforeseen
obligation. With four kids of our own, what difference
a couple more anyway? Fact is, I rather liked Nicole
and Kirsten. Polite, manageable and decidedly cute -
even during their pre-school days - it was no hardship
having them over.
The evening in question, and this was a good few years
later I should add, we had just cleared away after
dinner, at least I cleared everything away - my four
having developed a Ninja-like cloak of invisibility
when it came to washing-up. My wife was out of town
staying with friends as it happened, when whatever
video we were watching, was interrupted by an abrupt
knock at the front door.
"Look, I'm soo sorry," gushed Kathy, "Something really
important has come up. Could you guys keep the twins
here overnight? Brett and I have to go see some people
south of the Harbor and we won't be back till 2.am, if
then." Giving me little time to make reply, she ushered
both girls from behind her back. Dressed in knee-length
nightdresses, both were shivering in the cool evening
air. I sent them straight-on in to the lounge-room to
join my four.
Turning back to Kathy I said. "Well I don't know about
"us guys" Kathy, there's only me here tonight. Julie
had to go out too and won't be back till mid morning
sometime. Kathy looked mortified.
"It's OK sweetie," I re-assured her. Lucky for you I'm
the country's most efficient father. If I can handle my
four kids…three of them girls, another couple isn't
gonna make much difference is it? Off you go now. You
can tell Brett they'll be fine."
"You're a life-saver," she muttered, before slipping me
a kiss and heading back to the Odyssey at the far end
of the driveway.
By the time I made the lounge-room, it was bedlam. TV
off, games out and a healthy wall to wall decibel
rating. I figured I'd retreat to the den and have a JD
and ice.
I had however overlooked one somewhat relevant fact.
Being the country's most efficient father really counts
for little when you're talking a smallish three bedroom
house with suddenly seven people yawning their heads
off. Natalie and Kylie, then ten and eight
respectively, commandeered one room. Aside from our
master bedroom, Chris had his own room and Jenna, still
only seven then, had a fold-down day and night in the
computer niche.
"Where's Kirsten and Nicole going to sleep dad?" asked
Natalie, looking up at me quizzically.
"Good question cheeky-face," I replied. I was
thoughtful for a minute or too. Our King size bed was
colossal, more than enough for the twins who couldn't
have weighed much more than 150 pounds between them. No
sooner had I made mention of this option than Kirsten
and Nicole made haste to my room where we found them
moments later sprawled across the water-bed.
"It's soo comfy isn't it?" Nicole was chirping
excitedly to her sister.
"Are they going to sleep with you tonight daddy?" Jenna
asked, more out of curiosity than anything else. Kylie
and Natalie exchanged wide-eyed giggles. "Make sure you
tell them a bed-time story dad," Nat added, linking
arms with her sisters and backing out of the room
diplomatically. Chris had already gone to his room.
Sending them to the bathroom to brush their teeth I sat
on the edge of the bed and for the first time took
stock of the precarious situation. Nine, almost ten in
fact, the twins were quite mature for their age – both
physically and emotionally. Whilst initially thinking
of them as just the cute little kids I'd known since
birth, I found my mind uncontrollably wandering to
darker areas I knew I really shouldn't be encroaching
upon. I was still disciplining my hormonal stirrings
when both girls returned, closed the door behind them
and jumped up on the bed with me. Having changed into
my own winter PJ's during their absence, it being late
winter still, the immediate presence of these two slim
and extremely pretty young girls was at the outset –
disconcerting, to put it mildly.
Probably nothing would ever have happened had not
Nicole discovered the electric blanket that I had
turned off but moments earlier. Already beneath the
covers the far side, she began wriggling about and with
what might in an older girl, have been a wickedly
rehearsed script, looked me squarely in the eyes and
said "Don't need these do I?" Next moment her patterned
nightie was tossed on the floor the far side of the
bed.
Not often I have ever been lost for words. Managing a
strangled "Nicole!" she just handed me the cheekiest
smile and whispered. "It's OK Mr. Baker, I still have
my panties on." Snuggling-in alongside Nicole, Kirsten
piled on the agony by ridding herself of her nightdress
which like her sister's, took up residence on the
carpet.
"That leaves just the light girls," I said, burrowing
beneath the sheets myself, somewhat keen to see how
this played out.
"I'll do it," replied Nicole, scrambling from the bed
and if I didn't know better, keen to use the
opportunity to tease me unmercifully. Now, being fully
acclimatized to seeing my own three daughters naked,
well at least up until a few years previously when I
had been in sole charge of bathing, hair-washing and
blow-drying operations, you might think I'd seen it
all. In all honesty, not once during those years of
drying and dressing them, did I ever have the slightest
incestuous thought towards any of them. Not even when
it befell my obligation to apply genital creams, during
periods of thrush and such-like was I anything but
clinically detached towards the whole thing.
This time though, privileged to witness Nicole's
shapely little rear end jiggling beneath those tight
little polka-dot panties as she leaped from the bed,
one arm in time-honored femininity covering her chest,
but realistically covering nothing, I was far from
"detached." The near nudity of someone else's daughter
was an entirely different ball-game. In the three or
four seconds it took her to reach the wall-switch,
every aspect of that girlish figure was thrust into
prominence. From the barely-concealed cleft of her
beautiful taut bottom to those puffiest of little
nipples – no "breasts" as such to speak of – it was all
good news. And another sweet-smelling cloned replicant
lay beside me, not three feet away. Despite my best
intentions, my testosterone was gaining the upper
hand…in majorly serious areas.
"Goodnight girls," I muttered, turning on my side away
from them. "Sleep well,"
There was a brief hiatus during which I heard a couple
of soft giggles. "Aren't you going to give us a cuddle
before we go to sleep Mr. Baker?" It was Kirsten this
time. "Was she fucking serious?" I thought to myself.
"We always have a cuddle before we go to bed," said
Nicole matter-of-factly.
I turned round and discovered that Kirsten's hot little
body, either by accident or intent, was now
considerably closer to my side of the bed. Holding her
rather awkwardly I gave her a squeeze, keeping
marginally at a distance, lest she felt parts of my
anatomy that no nine-year old should be made aware of.
Even so, just the intimate contact with so soft a young
body was no friend to my cause let me assure you.
Simply the feel of her soft skin and the smell of her
hair in such close proximity was nightmarishly
tempting.
"My turn" said Nicole, wasting no time in crawling over
her sister's body and into my arms. I knew even then, I
was a lost cause. Holding her to me, I was unable to
prevent my erection from pressing into her belly. I
felt her gasp but she clung to me, evidently far from
bothered. My hand slipped down her back to the very top
of her elastic waistband. She made no attempt to move
it or resist. Trading on my luck, I allowed it to slip
lower until my hand was fully cupping her bottom
cheeks. I felt her give a small gasp but still she
clung to me. Completely unable to control my rising
lust, I just kissed her on the lips and the breech in
the dyke was never going to be filled.
In the dark as it was, it neither felt nor acted like a
nine-year old I was kissing. Something genetically
entrenched in the female of the species usually lies
dormant until teenage years, but it is there and in
circumstances such that I was experiencing, it can be
kick-started. Beginning now to rub her bottom as I
kissed her, Nicole was making soft little noises and
becoming more compliant by the second. Kirsten had
moved up close behind her sister and clearly was aware
of the reality of the situation. As I continued
fondling and rubbing her through those skimpy briefs, I
felt the back of my hand brushing the soft cotton
fabric of Kirsten's own panties…I suspect at the very
front. If I didn't know better I might have thought she
was deliberately thrusting her hips forward to better
facilitate contact in that area.
A bedtime story was definitely out of the question.
Having discarded my own top I was instantly afforded
the pleasure of having Nicole's puffy little nipples
pressed hard up against my own chest. Now when I say
she had "no real breasts" to speak of, believe me when
I tell you that by passing your hands in the dark
across the upper chest of even a nine year old body,
the owner's sex becomes crystal clear. So it was this
night, and with no further restraint possible, I
allowed my hands the luxury of gently fondling those
most beautiful of tiny developing mounds. Now this
really had her wriggling hard up against me as she
proffered her hot little mouth for further kissing.
Completely unhinged by the opportunity of feeling-up so
immature a young girl, I groped her gently with a
mixture of lust and compassionate appreciation for so
wondrous a collection of living tissue.
Kirsten I could sense was anything but the shy observer
back there, and at the point I reached across Nicole
beneath the covers and located her sister's curvy
little hips and bottom, I most definitely caught a soft
giggle. So tight-up against her sister was she, I
imagine her own unformed breasts were pressed up
against Nicole's shoulder blades. A man could go mad
dwelling on such eventualities.
Perhaps given my success up until that moment, perhaps
being simply an adherent of the old maxim "strike while
the iron's hot,"….maybe I just wanted to press my luck.
Whatever, I called 'time-out" to those sweet-tasting
lips and nuzzled my way south until my own lips came
into contact with two quite perceptible though
ultimately soft swellings, each topped with a
surprisingly erect hardness. Taking her left nipple
into my mouth I felt Nicole gasp in surprise and
pleasure. The softest of girlish moans brought me to
the edge of sanity. I suckled her and she wriggled with
unforced delight. Sucking deeper still on her right
breast I felt her small hand burrow deep between her
own legs. Her hand brushed the front of my pyjama pants
in passing and another definitive gasp ushered in a
whole new playing field.
"Am I making you hard Mr. Baker?" the cute little
temptress whispered. Behind her, Kirsten let out a
shocked "Nicole!!!" followed by several flirtatious
giggles.
"Well since you ask Nicole," I replied, "As if you
don't already know the answer to that one, yes, you do
have me in a rather delicate condition." So saying, I
slipped my hand down to her panties…at the front this
time, where having withdrawn her own fingers from the
confines of those tight little panties, I was free to
rub her the full length of her virginal pussy. Even
through the soft material, the swelling of her vulva
was disarmingly evident. Not only had her respiratory
rate moved up to join mine, she had begun to moan quite
audibly. As she thrust against me, I rubbed her harder,
feeling the labia separate beneath my touch. I suckled
her yet deeper. Even facing twenty years in the slammer
– I have to say it would have been worth it!
It was at this point, Kirsten began pulling her
sister's shoulders backwards whilst demanding, "C'mon
Nicole….let me have a turn." Reluctantly I felt my hand
withdrawn from between her legs and Kirsten quickly
swapped places with her sister.
Just as tasty, equally curvy and lacking none of
Nicole's sense of adventure it seemed, I had my hand
inside her panties before you could say "jailbait." As
smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom, Kirsten's pussy
was a repository-in-waiting, a half-way house for
fingers in need, the sexiest little cleft this side of
her sister's cloned portal. Had those panties down in
seconds and I could feel Kirsten parting her legs on
fully automatic pilot, as I partook of the forbidden
fruit whilst licking and suckling those delightfully
puffy little breasts. As far as the male tongue is
concerned, the sensory delights to be had by gently
kissing and nuzzling the flatlands between a pre-teen's
nipples is simply heaven before you die. Fuck the
psychologists who would have you incarcerated as a
"manifestly off-centered sicko" if ever there was a
case of "try it before you knock-it," this is it!
Regretfully fully aware that there was no way I could
ever consummate this three-way tryst, after all, taking
two nine-year old's virginity might definitely be
construed as "overdoing it," between licks and single-
digit penetrations, I was forced into making a brief
speech.
"Now look girls," I somehow got out, between kisses and
respiratory distress, "We really shouldn't be doing
this. You understand I could go to prison for a long
time if anyone ever found out about this. Your mom and
her sister would never speak to each other and I would
probably never see my children or you two again
either."
"We won't tell anyone Mr. Baker," Nicole chirped, her
hands around her sister's waist holding her tightly.
"That feels soo nice," Kirsten put in, wriggling about
now as the rhythmic pressure I was applying to her
clitoral area, kick-started a multitude of pleasant
feelings for the young cutie.
In terms of "pleasant feelings" I have to say, my own
reproductive system was suffering hormonal anarchy, my
erection unashamedly pressing for inclusion in the
games underway.
A sudden series of "Ohhhs," were irrefutable evidence
of Kirsten's now on-site orgasm. Her little body fairly
quivered at the behest of my applied ministrations.
Probably an inappropriate comment to make, but there is
something inherently sexier in bringing a very young
girl to an early climax than is the case with a
sexually proficient woman. Perhaps the "forbidden"
factor, but more I feel the very newness of it to so
innocent a young body. Sharing in her experience of
what is obviously uncontrolled sexual release is
something you don't forget easily.
I would like to say at this juncture that I am no
advocate of under-age sex as such and to inflict one's
adult sexual will on a child is reprehensible in the
extreme. Arguably self-justification I realise, but
when two sexy little poppets hop under the sheets with
you in just their panties, you can fairly deduce they
want more than simply a kiss goodnight.
Even with her sister lying there on her back now, legs
slightly apart and from what I could make out in the
gloom, clutching her genital area tightly, Nicole
deftly clambered over her and straddling me, gave every
indication she would appreciate being taken down the
same road in the shortest possible time. I heard her
gasp with surprise as she became aware of the rock-hard
phallus pressing hard now against her abdominal area. I
am prepared to swear on a stack of bibles I felt her
grind her small hips against my procreative interface.
"Stop that Nicole," I muttered. "You are way too
young….we shouldn't even be messing around like this."
"Don't you even want to take my panties off?" she
whispered teasingly. Now that was a dumb question.
Slipping my hands beneath her waistband, I tugged her
briefs as low as I could get them…way down her thighs
at least. It took her less than two seconds to then
kick them off altogether. With my hands encircling her
wriggling bottom, those erect little nipples causing
the most pleasant of sensations on my chest and her
hair falling across my face, I would be lying if I told
you I had anything on my mind but fucking her
senseless…nine-year old virgin or not.
My resolve held fast though and getting her to spread
her legs wide as she lay astride me, access to her hot
and incredibly tight little pussy was easily
facilitated. Applying much the same pressure to her
clitoris that I had recently bequeathed to her
sister's, only with the gynecological benefit of
greatly more spread legs, I had the young girl on the
edge and whimpering within a minute. Wanting to be
kissed, she raised her head – running now on a purely
inherited sexual template, nothing learned….something
ingrained from the moment of conception.
Spreading even wider as my rhythmic applications spread
her labia yet further apart, her clitoris even at that
age fully distended, Nicole unexpectedly reached
beneath her tummy and slipping inside my boxers like a
practiced whore, grasped my erection which she began to
pump with what could only have been pre-programmed
knowledge.
"God Nicole," I muttered, "Do that much more and it
could get messy,"
The sensation of being thus masturbated by so cool and
tiny a young hand was the catalyst for probably the
best orgasm I ever had….well, up to those that followed
in the next few hours anyway. Oblivious to whatever
Kirsten may have been doing (and I have my suspicions),
Nicole let out a cry of extreme pleasure at precisely
the moment I managed to spurt an inordinate amount of
overheated sticky stuff up and across the young girl's
tummy. This appeared to spur her on and despite being
wracked by her own orgasmic shockwaves, she kept
sliding that delicate little hand up and down my now
somewhat sticky shaft. Pulling her hand free, she
brought her fingers up to her mouth and seemed proud of
her achievement as she brought the remnants of my
seminal outpourings to her lips.
I kissed her once more. "Well sweetie, they don't teach
you that in fifth grade do they?" She shook her head,
still a little stunned by what had just taken place I
imagine.
No great point in detailing what followed, anyone with
a modicum of imagination can figure that out for
themselves. We actually dozed off for a while, both
girls still completely naked and hugged up against me
on either side. I recall partially waking up after one
of them jumped a little, probably during a REM stage
and just taking in the beauty and scent of their young
bodies. Switching on the bedside light I looked at
Kirsten with her arm across my chest sleeping so
prettily, and Nicole with her leg across mine, both
hands under her head, her hair in total disarray.
Allowing myself the luxury of pulling down the
coverlet, I could see their tiny breasts, nipples no
longer erect but still puffy and as beautiful a sight
as God has seen fit to yet create. I softly caressed
both girls as they slept. Bring on anyone who cares to
tell me that a leather-featured pole-dancer with oiled-
up cellulite and top-heavy silicone implants is one
sexy vision and I will show you a person of
questionably poor taste.
It may have been hours later that I was woken by
Kirsten being excessively naughty. I felt her hand
exploring that which her sister had earlier applied her
digital magic. She was mortified to discover me awake.
"Ohhh, I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Don't be sweetheart," I reassured her. "I like you
doing that," So saying, I slipped my hand down between
her legs and began to gently rub her soft little
hairless mound. She began to breathe heavily. "You see,
you like it don't you?"
"Yesss," she admitted, allowing her hand to once more
caress my now fully erect penis.
With a sudden urge to kiss her intimately, I
orchestrated things such that Nicole was gently moved
the far side of the bed, still soundly asleep, while I
manouvered Kirsten until she was straddling my chest,
facing me. I asked her if she would mind if I put the
bed-side light on and quite bravely I thought – she
didn't.
Seeing, what I had only previously experienced via my
dexterous applications just about blew my conscious
thought processes. So perfect was that little slit, not
eight or nine inches from my eyes, I could have needed
a defibrillator. Encircling her bottom I pulled her
forward and kissed her softly on her labia. She let out
a small gasp and by tossing her head back momentarily,
her beautiful little breasts-in-progress jiggled in
their tempting all-femininity. I kissed her there once
more and she squirmed in youthful pleasure.
Figuring I would go for broke I pulled her legs even
wider and licked the full length of that forbidden
ingress. So shocked was she, she just stared down
between her legs as I repeated the action.
"Do you like that?" I whispered. She didn't need
answer.
There is something about a pre-teenage girl moaning
like a slut that simply cannot be denied. Upping the
ante by gently pulling on her nipples as my tongue
intruded between her labia for the first time, Kirsten
was fully given over to the pleasure. Completely
abandoning herself to the experience, you could say I
was in pole-position to witness her fully unhinged
orgasm. Her cries, though muted, were enough to wake
Nicole, who seeing her sister seated in so exposed and
suggestive a pose, brought to her own lips a gasp of
shock. Being the practical little tease she naturally
is though, I had her astride me, legs fully as wide not
three minutes later.
Now this one really did know how to make the most of an
opportunity. Thrusting her hips forward as I licked
her, she even began subconsciously pulling on her own
nipples. Inherited behavior really is a wonderful
thing!
It took all the willpower I didn't have, not to rape
both of them….for hours! Worse still, I have no doubt
they both wanted it and would have permitted it, had it
come down to the wire. I think though, they sensed this
could not be and more than "made do" with the servicing
they did receive. At some point later in the night, I
discovered Nicole straddling my torso once more and her
then permitting me to just rub the head of my erection
up and down her cleft until I could take no more and
spurted whatever cum I had left, all over that
delightful set of inbound curves.
Last thing, around 2 a.m. I seem to recall, I had both
girls put their panties and nightdresses back on, not
especially wanting my kids bursting in first thing in
the morning and wondering why their cousins were naked
in my bed.
Don't think though that this stopped me from indulging
my every whim so far as those sexy little bodies were
concerned during those fading hours of darkness.
They weren't innocent angels either!
© Peter_Pan 2005
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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