Wendy Jamison shivered as she stepped out onto her porch and surveyed the skies. A few snowflakes continued to fall, but the blinding curtain of white had moved to the east. The twelve-year-old pulled her red woolen mittens on a little tighter before grabbing her trusty snow shovel. Grateful for her fur-lined boots, she gingerly descended the still-untouched steps. At the bottom, she turned around and scooped the accumulated icy hazard off. With that acceptably cleared, she tackled the sidewalk, making a path to the street. There she met up with her next door neighbor, Megan O'Reilly.
"Morning, Wendy," said the redhead, her ponytail peeking out from under her stocking cap. "Don't you just love snow days?"
"Not really," replied Wendy. "My mom chased me out of the house. She's tired of me moping around in my bedroom. I was hoping to dig over to your door and crash in your bedroom for a while."
Megan shook her head. "My brother's supposed to be watching me. But Mark went off with his buddies to shovel people out for money. He's trying to earn enough for a motorcycle by the spring when he can get his license. Like Mom would ever let him get one."
"So, where's your mom?"
"She got stuck at the hospital doing double shifts until the storm ends and the roads get plowed out. At least the main ones. So I'm stuck out here working. I really hate being only eleven."
Wendy tossed another shovelful of snow from the path. "Too bad we can't earn some money. I have my eye on that new makeup kit, but won't get my allowance until it's off sale. And then there's this outfit at Forever 12 that I really, really want."
"Who says we can't?" asked Megan. "Mark just walks around the neighborhood and rings doorbells. We could do that."
Wendy thought for a moment. Other than Halloween, she never met anyone in the area. But it was a safe place. Her mom said so.
"Okay, Megan. Help me finish off my little sidewalk, and we'll strike out on our quest for shoveling money."
The two preteens hurried with their own, non-paying chore before ducking back into the Jamison house. Wendy left a note for her sleeping mother. Being seven months pregnant wore the woman out and made her cranky to boot. Even so, Wendy looked forward to a little brother or sister and couldn't wait for the baby to arrive. She almost wished it was here already. She loved babies.
By the time they emerged after they had warmed themselves with a cup of hot chocolate, almost every house on their street had someone out front, shovel in hand, doing their sidewalks and steps. Discouraged, the girls ventured to the next street over and then to the next. Just as they prepared to toss in the towel, Megan spied a prospect.
An old Victorian, dark gray in color, sat on the corner lot. Snow drifted everywhere, even covering the protected porch. "Think anyone lives there?" asked Megan.
"Not a chance," said Wendy as she studied the structure. "Wait, I saw something on the third floor. I can see a light in the window, and I'm positive there was someone moving."
Trusting Wendy's eyes, the girls cut a path to the steps and cleared them. Reaching the front door, Wendy rang the bell. And then they waited.
"I don't think anyone's home," said Megan. "Your eyes were just playing tricks on you."
"No, I'm sure someone is here. Maybe the doorbell doesn't work." She knocked on the door with her wool-covered hand. Still no response. "I guess you might be right."
"Told you."
The girls descended the newly cleared steps and made it almost to the street when the front door opened. "Hey, you two," yelled the man.
The two girls turned back toward the house. "We didn't mean any harm," shouted Wendy as she waved a friendly greeting.
"What did you want?" he yelled back though a little bit calmer.
"We…just wanted to clear your sidewalk," replied Megan as the girls approached the house.
The man standing there in just a tee shirt and jeans gestured for them to join him on the porch. When they ascended the steps, he motioned for them to go inside. "Much warmer in here. Please come inside so we don't freeze to death."
The girls hesitated for a moment, being bundled up, but decided to head inside anyhow. Planting their shovels in the snow bank, the preteens erased those Stranger Danger lessons taught since first grade at school from their memories.
"That's better," the man said once he closed the door. "Now, what did you say you wanted?"
"We're the…Parrot Patrol," said Wendy.
"Yeah, the Parrot Patrol," repeated Megan.
"And we're out helping people by shoveling their sidewalks and steps."
"Oh, that's quite commendable," he said with a bit of a chuckle. "I remember doing that years ago when I was a teen. I suppose I could use a bit of help. I should introduce myself. "I am Dominick Pfund."
"Glad to meet you, Mr. Pfund. I'm Wendy, and this is Megan. We live a few streets over on Chestnut Street."
"It's good to meet some of my neighbors." He looked sternly at then and lowered his voice. "Do your parents know you're out doing this?"
Megan started to say "No" when Wendy spoke up. "Of course," she lied. "All the Parrot Patrol parents keep track of us girls."
"Yeah, keep track of us."
He nodded. "Good job with your safety. Just taking a quick glance, I'd say you already finished the task before you reached the front door."
"Well, we could do a better, wider path," said Wendy. "If you wanted us too."
"It looks fine. Now, would you accept compensation, or do Parrots have a vow of poverty?"
"If you mean money," said Megan, "we'll take it."
"And what do you charge?"
The girls looked at each other, having not talked about the amount. "Whatever you think is fair," said Wendy.
"What if I gave each of you…" he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, "a hundred dollar bill?"
Megan almost fainted. She hoped for perhaps a ten. Wendy however said, "I think that would be too much."
"Honestly, it is worth it to me. But it comes with a condition. You need to spend a little time with me. I don't get a lot of visitors, and I do like conversation."
The girls again exchanged a meaningful glance. "All right," said Wendy. "But just for a little while, Mr. Pfund."
"Then, take off your coats and stay awhile. And please call me Dom. All my friends do."
Wendy and Megan kicked off their snow-covered boots and deposited them on the entrance welcome mat. Next, they removed their snow-covered mittens and stocking hat, placing them on a conveniently located wire rack to dry. They then peeled off their top layer of outer clothing, their heavy snow jackets. That left Wendy standing there in a maroon sweatshirt and jeans while Megan wore a heavy sweater and corduroy pants.
"You do look quite attractive in your winter outfits," said Dom. "You'll roast if you stay so bundled up, and be very cold later when you to walk home."
The girls exchanged another glance. Wendy struggled to pull the sweatshirt over her head. The garment insisted on clinging to the long-sleeved knit pullover underneath it. She ended up lifting both up as her head fought to squeeze through the combined collar.
Megan giggled at the sight. "Wendy, you have a pretty training bra on," she said.
The older girl redoubled her effort, eventually removing both shirts as a single unit. Quickly she separated the mess and pulled the knit shirt back over her head. "There," she said in frustration.
Megan giggled again. "It's on inside out."
Wendy realized her friend was correct at the same time she realized the man was staring at her. "I'll fix it later," she mumbled. "Your turn."
Megan took her time with the more stretchy sweater, inching it up and away from her shirt. With her arms free, she eased it over her head. "Tah, dah," she said in triumph.
"Isn't that better?" asked Dom. His eyes examined the contours of the girls chests hidden by their clingy shirts. From the nice roundness of Wendy's A-sized mounds to the barely-there bumps of Megan, he appeared pleased by their figures. "I was going to make some hot cocoa. Would you like some?"
Both girls nodded their heads, sending their host to the other room. Once he was out of sight, Wendy whipped off her shirt and turn it right side out.
"I wish I had nice titties like you," said the younger Megan. She pinched her little nipples through her shirt. The room was cold enough to help maintain their pointy nature for a few moments. "Think Mr. Pfund will notice?"
Wendy nodded. "I noticed something about him."
"What?"
"His fly was unzipped," Wendy said, this time have her chance to giggle.
A few minutes later, the man returned with three cups on a serving tray. As he set it down, both girls giggled. He hadn't fixed his opening.
"I thought you were having cocoa with us," said Megan.
"I decided on tea," he said as he handed a cup to each girl. "This is my special cocoa. I added a little something extra to it. Can you guess what it is?"
Wendy looked into her cup. There she could see faint traces of something white and sort of round. She figured they were dissolving mini-marshmallows.
Megan didn't look as much as taste. "Cinnamon?" she guessed. "And it's a little salty."
"A discerning palette," he said. He wasn't going to tell them what he really put into the cups. At least not yet. First, he'd give it time to work.
He took a seat and a sip of his tea. It too had been spiked, but it was to benefit him. Now, to patiently wait for the drugs to take effect.
"So, what are you girls? Fourteen, fifteen?"
Megan started to laugh. "Boy, you would be kicked out of the carnival for that guess. Wendy's only twelve, and I'm a year younger."
"Really?" He took a sip of his tea. Out of reflex, the girls did the same. "You act very mature for your age. Is that because you are Parrots?"
The girls nodded, not wanting to reveal they made that part up. They took another drink from their cups.
"Oh, I forgot to bring out the cookies," their host said. "Sorry, but they're store-bought." With that he left the room.
With him out of earshot, Wendy whispered to her friend. "Do you like the cocoa?"
"Yeah," said Megan. "It's making me all warm and funny feeling. Kind of like when I'm in the bathtub and I start…"
"Start what?"
The younger girl blushed a little. "When I finger my pussy." She covered her mouth with her hand. "I don't know why I said that."
"That's all right. We all do it. And right now I want to soooo bad." She too covered her mouth. "I didn't want to tell you, but I can't help myself."
"Maybe we should…"
Before Megan could finish her thought, Dom reappeared with another plate. This one had only two cookies on it. "For my guests. My special cookies. One for each of you."
Wendy examined the treats. They looked like standard gingerbread cookie, but with a gooey almost clear icing on it. And little chocolate-colored beads sprinkled on the top.
Megan didn't bother to check it out with her eyes, instead taking a bite of the one with the most goo. "It's a little salty too," he said, but she took another bite just the same.
Wendy shrugged her shoulder and took a bite of the other. With each nibble, her body felt warmer and warmer.
"Finish your drinks," their host said. "And then we can talk a little more."
Neither of the girls felt like talking, but both obeyed his command.
"So where are your mothers?" asked Dom. "They are watching out for you, right?"
"Mine's at the hospital doing a double shift," blurted out Megan. "And Wendy's mom is home sleeping. She's going to have a baby and that makes her exhausted."
"Oh," said the man. "So your moms are not really watching over you."
"We…we can take care of ourselves," said Wendy. Her voice however betrayed her doubt.
"Is there anyone else in your family who knows where you are?"
Both girls shook their heads. "My brother is shoveling snow." said Megan truthfully this time. "He barely knows I exist. And my father left us years ago to fuck his secretary." Hearing the word come out of her mouth made her blush even more.
Dom ignored her choice of words. Instead, he turned to the older girl. "And your father is where?"
"On a long business trip, I think stranded in Pittsburgh. He got Mom pregnant and then let his work take over his life. He no longer has time for Mom or me. Now, he basically skipped out of town to get away from us." Her voice showed the resentment she had been bottling up.
"No other family?"
Wendy shook her head no.
"Good. Good." The man took a last sip of his tea with the girls draining their cups. "So do you like babies?"
"Oh yes," said Wendy.
"Do you want one of your own?" When Wendy frowned, he added, "I mean since your mother is pregnant, you'll have one in the house very soon."
"Oh, yeah. I guess I'll be his or her big sister." She practically glowed at the idea.
He tried to have another sip of his tea, but found the cup empty. "Let me go get refills for our drinks." He collected the cups and left the room.
"I am feeling so horny," said Wendy as she squeezed her thighs together.
"Me too," said Megan mimicking her friend. "I've never been like this before. Not even when Tommy Jankowski came over, and we played doctor."
"He did that with you, too," said Wendy. "Did he take your pussy temperature with his tongue?"
"Of course," said Megan sending the girls into a fit of giggles.
"What's so funny?" asked Dom as he returned.
"Nothing," said Wendy.
"You will tell me," he said in a calm, yet commanding voice.
"We just figured out that we had our first sexual experiences with the same boy," said Megan. "And he licked our pussies." She put her hand over her mouth, wondering what she would blurt out next.
"Don't be alarmed, Megan," he said. "You two are under the influence of a mild drug that allows me to control our time together. It won't harm you, not by itself at least."
Wendy took the moment of contemplation to study the man. He had returned from the kitchen without two things. First, he had not refilled their drinks. And more importantly, he had returned without his pants. He wore just a pair of black boxers.
She tried to point out his too casual attire, but he interrupted her thought. "What a terrible host I am. I should have realized you were wearing wet jeans. You must remove them so they can dry. Don't worry. Your legs will be perfectly warm enough without them. As you can see, mine are."
Without exchanging a glance, both girls unbuttoned their jeans and slid them down their legs. In unison, they kicked their wet garments off their feet. There they stood, Megan in her Hello Kitty briefs and Wendy in a purple polka dot bikini panty. Neither girl showed any signs of modesty. The drugs were working perfectly. "Doesn't that feel better?" he asked.
Both girls nodded. Even though their legs were exposed, the heat coursing through their bodies made up for it.
"Turn around," he said. "Slowly."
Both girls complied. From his standpoint, the each had the ideal figure for a preteen girl. Long, slender legs and rounded butts. He had always dreamed on doing this with his own niece, but this was a great practice for her time.
"Your body is still too cold from wearing clothes," he said. "Remove your shirts so your chest can absorb the heat of the room."
Without a thought to the ill-conceived logic in his command, the girls lifted their shirts over their heads. While Wendy had her little bra, Megan stood topless. With only his gesture to encourage her, the older girl removed the final plain white garment to expose her small tits.
The three stood motionless, he admiring the untouched beauty of the preteen, and they waiting for his next command.
"Kiss each other," he said. Not part of his original dream, but the idea gave him a moment to contemplate how far to take the action.
Despite living next door to each other, Wendy and Megan had never had a slumber party together, or any other opportunity to experiment with each other. Even so, they shared the embrace as though they had wanted the other as a lover for years. The older girl ran her fingers through Megan's red hair while the younger girl did the same with the brown tresses of Wendy.
Since the command did not specify exactly where to kiss, Megan took the initiative to suck on the small mounds on Wendy's chest. "Oh, fuck," said the twelve-year-old. "How did you know to do that?"
"Tommy Jankowski, of course. Didn't he do it to you?"
"Not like that."
While the girls embraced, Dom removed his shirt and boxers. His medicine had also taken effect. Combined with the preteen show in front of him, for the first time in his life, he had the equipment of a porn star. At least in his mind.
"Remove your panties," he said. The girls stopped in mid-lick and discarded their last item of clothing. He admired the sparse stands of hair exposed on Wendy versus the baby-smooth pussy of Megan.
He could have taken them then and there. But his dream had a different resolution. Before he could decide what to demand next, his grandfather clock struck the hour. Both girls froze as they turned to see the time.
"It's already five?" asked Megan. "We better get going."
"Not until you do something for me," said the man.
The girls exchanged two glances. "What do we need to do?" asked Wendy. She covered her pussy with her hands, the first sign of modesty during her visit.
"Don't worry," said Dom. "Today, I would settle for a bit of oral sex."
Taking the hint, Megan knelt in front of their host. She took his rock-hard cock in her small girl palm. After a few strokes, she lowered her lips to kiss the tip of his member. She then gestured with a nod of her head to her fellow Parrot to join her.
Wendy took the hint, kneeling next to her friend. They each took a side of his dick, extending their tongues and began to lick up and down the shaft. After a few passes, Megan's headed to the tip and let the bulbous end enter her mouth. Surprised, Wendy leaned away, allowing the younger girl to take the lead.
Megan rolled her eyes up to catch the gaze of the man. Sensing his encouragement, she continued. Slowly, she took the throbbing cylinder into her mouth. In it went until it the end hit the back of her throat.
Dom leaned back, letting his nerves relay the sensual pleasure. He wasn't the type to force the action. On the other hand, little Megan had control of the situation.
"I'm cumming," he cried.
She pulled off his cock, letting it slip from her mouth. His semen shot out, the several streams hitting her face and then two flying into her hair.
Wendy touched the younger girl's chin and turned the cum-covered face toward her own. The older girl's tongue licked the fluid from Megan's skin, saving it to share when they kissed.
Dom smiled as he watched them bring each other off.
The girls were almost to their homes before they spoke. "That was so fucking fantastic," said Wendy, quite glad the sidewalk was deserted so as not to be overheard.
"It was," agreed Megan. "I hope no one noticed we were gone all day."
The girls carried their shovels in one hand and a can of the special cocoa in the other. Tucked in their pockets, each had a hundred dollar bill. Neither wore their panties, left to remind them to return in the near future.
As they turned the corner, they saw Megan's brother walking toward them. "Where have you two been?" he asked. "You got me in trouble for not watching you."
"Sorry," his sister said. "We were out shoveling snow."
"Ha," he laughed. "You two. Me and my buddies got forty dollars for doing it. What did you get?"
Megan was ready to blurt out the truth, but Wendy spoke up first. "We are the Parrot Patrol. And we don't accept money. We get other rewards."
"Stupid dweebs," Mark said as he hurried toward his house, leaving the girls alone.
"I wanted to ask you," said Wendy. "How did you know how to give a blow job?"
The younger girl said nothing. She just smiled.
"Do you mean it was Tommy Jankowski?" said Wendy. "He never had me do that."
Megan shook her head. "No, I do my lame-ass brother once in a while. For a year or so now."
"No." Wendy shook her head in disbelief. "Now I regret being an only child." She leaned over and gave her neighbor a kiss. "Remember, we have an invitation to get our panties back on Saturday."
With that the girls headed into their respective houses. At the door, they shouted toward each other, "Best snow day ever."