Just two days after the end of the school year, a freak traffic accident took the lives of both of my brothers and their wives. This left their children, three girls between them, to fend for themselves.

I was the next of kin and both my brothers named me their kids guardian. So I, a confirmed bachelor, inherited their kids.

Tanya, who was ten, was slim and blonde with the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. Her little sister Tessa was just a year old when they came to live with me. Like her sister she had blonde hair, but unlike her sister her eyes were hazel, with emerald green flakes.

Their cousin Katrina was nine, with straight raven hair and deep brown eyes. She was slightly plump and was already showing a budding chest. Like her mother, she was going to be well endowed when she grows up.

They loved their Uncle and adapted to their new surroundings quickly. Even the littlest one seemed to feel at home by the end of June.

One day in July, I had to run an errand. When I returned home I couldn't find the girls. They should have been in the playroom I set up for them (complete with everything a little girl could want or need), but they weren't. I found them the last place I looked. Tanya and Katrina were lying side by side on my bed, naked, their attention held by something on the television. Tessa was curled up at the head of the bed, drooling on my favorite pillow, fast asleep.

I crept into the room as quietly as I could until I could see what was on the television screen. Whatever it was, if it held the girls attention this well I would use it to keep them quiet when I wanted some "me-time".

I suppose I should take a moment to explain something. I have a collection of magazines and videos that would be considered, shall I say, inappropriate or even criminal in my country. They showed little girls, some as young as Tessa, dressed as women and posing in ways, shall we say, were designed to provoke adults? Some of them were tied up as well.

While I had an interest in viewing images and video of little girls I had never seen my girls in that way. They had already grown on me. They were family for Christ's sake.

It was one of my videos on the TV, this one showing a little girl about Katrina's age who was dressed in a purple slip-dress, stockings and heels. Her wrists were tied in front of her, a bit gag was strapped in her mouth. She was on her knees scrubbing the floor. A rather mannish woman had lifted her skirt off of her butt and was spurring her on by whacking her soundly with a ruler.

The girls hadn't heard me enter. I was able to grab them by an ankle (I am quite strong thank you very much) and raised them up so they dangled head down over the bed. We had played this game before and the girls, true to form, screamed bloody murder. When their screams turned to giggles I dropped them back on the bed. Somehow in dropping them I had caused them to land on their backs with their little cunnies facing me. A sound from the video caused the three of us to look. The little girl was still dressed and tied the same but she was lying on her back on a bed with the woman holding her arms pinned down. A rather ugly man had his manhood pressed against her cunnie. With a grunt on his part, a scream from the girl and laughter from the woman, he slowly fucked the girl to completion. As he withdrew from her cunnie, white cum ran out onto the bed.

I looked at the girls. They often acted like twins, and this moment wasn't any different. Both of them had reached down and slipped a finger into their own cunnies. They were staring at the screen where the girl was getting a sound all over beating for dripping on the quilt, and they seemed oblivious to me.

Needless to say, I retreated from the room.

Later, in my den, the girls came to me. They had gotten dressed in matching cotton shorts and tank tops. They climbed up onto my lap and sat facing me, holding hands and looking like they were about to tell me that they had set fire to the kitchen or something.

Katrina was always first to speak, must be her latin blood. "We're sorry for getting into your stuff, Uncle." Tanya pitched in: "We were curious."

I was about to accept their apology when Katrina spoke again. "We've talked and we want you to do to us what those people did to the girl in the movie."

Needless to say I was surprised to hear this coming from the girls. Also I was surprised when my manhood made itself known, tenting my shorts and causing both girls to yelp and jump off my lap. They stared at my tent with awe and intense curiosity. Katrina leaned over and tried to peek up the leg opening.

II did a very surprising thing, I quickly removed my shorts. Now I've been told that my manhood is not very large. Okay most women laugh when they see it. But standing erect like it was sure impressed the girls. They both drew in a sharp breath and then Katrina reached for it.

I didn't stop her.

She grasped my manhood just beneath the head and stroked downward. Her hand felt like it was encased in a silken glove. It was my turn to gasp. Her fingers stroked me like a pro.

Encouraged by her cousin's brashness, Tanya joined in. Their hands played me like a violin and it wasn't long before I felt like I would come. I was so far gone into the zone that I didn't notice that Katrina had taken off her clothing, slipped out of the room and returned with a tube of lubricant. She squeezed the goo onto my shaft. Tanya giggled at the feel of it but she quickly worked the stuff until my shaft was fully covered.

By this time they could have chopped the thing off and I wouldn't have noticed.

My eyes were closed when I felt the familiar closeness of a cunnie wrapping itself around me.

My eyes flew open and I looked down to see my nine year old niece riding me like a bucking bronco. Her eyes were screwed shut, her mouth in a silent O, her breath ragged and hot. I was about to speak when Tanya leaned against me. I looked at her. She too was naked. She had wiped the goo off of her hand and she covered my mouth.

She said, "Shhh. Katrina used to do this with her daddy."

Before I could reply, Tanya leaned forward and kissed me, her full lips pressed tightly, yet softly against mine. I drew in a breath as she slipped her tongue inside.

Katrina was moaning and bouncing harder and faster now. I was caressing her nippies with my right hand while I reached around Tanya with my left arm and used my hand to finger her moist cunnie.

Katrina slipped off me just before I came. She and Tanya crowded around my manhood and traded it off, first in one mouth and then the other, drinking down every drop of my cum.

After I was spent, I opened my eyes and looked down at them. They both looked up at me and smiled.