Life never fails to surprise me at times. It's funny how you think you know someone, but then it turns out that you actually don't.

Not really.

Everyone has skeletons in their cupboards, you know things they'd rather people didn't know. It's just that some people's skeletons are bigger than others. A classic example of this was my mate and next door neighbour Dave.

Let me explain what I mean.

We'd lived next door to Dave and his wife Sandra ever since they'd got married and moved in, which was about ten years ago now, or thereabouts. Over that time, my wife Cathy and I became very close friends with them.

Well I say "we", but I'm not with Cath any more.

Our relationship had been on the decline for a number of years and I suppose we'd just grown apart, the way some couples do. We both came to realise that we wanted different things and we stayed together out of convenience rather than anything else.

We'd simply fallen out of love.

So one night, she decided to bring things to a head and announced that she was moving out. It was an amicable split, if there is such a thing when you get divorced.

We'd never been blessed with children and I think that was the crux of the problem. For a woman to be told that she will never have a child must be devastating, and despite my attempts to be as understanding as I could, she just couldn't get over it.

We looked at IVF, but that was far too expensive and the NHS waiting list was in terms of years. We also looked at adoption, but decided that the Social Services wanted us to jump through too many hoops with no guarantees at the end of it, so we decided that was a no-go as well.

So there were no little ones to get caught up in the crossfire of divorce so although that was the cause, it was also a blessing when it came to splitting up, if you get what I mean?

It probably didn't help her when, after about two years of moving in, David and Sandra announced they were expecting their first child and nine months later, little Olivia was born. We were as pleased as punch for them of course, but deep down I think Cath resented them for it.

We doted on the baby and spoilt her rotten, which was a bit of a consolation. Then about two years after Olivia or 'Livvy' as we frequently called her, along came child number two. Another little girl who they named Lucy.

Now we had two that we could spoil.

I think it was the birth of little Lucy that really got to Cathy, as six months later, she announced she was leaving. The last I heard, she'd emigrated with her new bloke. Good luck to her was all I could say.

Dave and Sandra seemed to think that I was devastated by the split. I wasn't, but I struggled to make them understand that it had been on the cards for a long time and had been inevitable. They seemed to feel the need to "look after" me and I was constantly invited in for meals, or one of them would knock just to "see how you are" or bring in something Sandra had just happened to have "made too much of".

I appreciated their concern and kindness, but I really was okay. In fact, I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders but I just could not make them see that.

They seemed to be the ideal couple though. If they wanted a night out or just needed a break, I would offer to look after the girls and we were always in and out of one another's houses. So much so that we usually left our back doors unlocked. We'd simply call out, and go in via the kitchen which led in from the back garden.

The girls were absolutely gorgeous, having inherited their blonde hair and blue eyes from their mother. As she got a little older, Olivia became a right little lap sitter and was a very tactile child. She loved to sit on my lap, being hugged and kissed, whereas Lucy or "Lucy Loo" as I called her, was happy to amuse herself a lot of the time. Don't get me wrong, she enjoyed sitting on my lap too - if Olivia ever gave her the chance that is - but she was happy to sit with a pile of toys and amuse herself.

Now Cath had gone, I decided to convert one of my spare rooms into a little girl's room so that if I was babysitting and Dave and Sandra were returning home late, the girls could sleep over.

I'd always give them a bath, bathing each of them separately. I'd usually do little Lucy first as she was generally the muckiest. Being a toddler, she was into all sorts plus she was still in nappies, so she'd normally need to be changed anyway.

I'd always enjoyed that part.

Nappy changing.

Oh I forgot to mention that didn't I?

I'm into kids.

I'm a paedosexual.

I don't like to use the word paedophile or paedophilia as it's been so tarnished these days, so I prefer to say I'm paedosexual. I'm into both boys and girls, but especially little girls. Especially little blonde girls.

Especially Olivia and Lucy.

Especially Olivia, as she was that little bit older.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't against some fun and games with Lucy, especially as her vocabulary was much more limited than her big sister's of course, so she was less able to spill the beans as it were, when I occasionally ran my finger up and down her bald little slit or rubbed and kissed her between the legs much like I used to do with Olivia when she was that age. I just preferred to try and get things going with Olivia first before she got too "old" - if you get my meaning.

It was much harder to do anything when Cath had been around of course, and that was another reason I felt relieved when she finally left. It meant I could now indulge in my little pleasures much easier although I was still very careful, especially when it came to Olivia.

So I usually bathed little Lucy first, paying special attention to her tiny bum and equally tiny slit. She always seemed to enjoy her baths and once she was dried and dressed, generally fell asleep. Once she was asleep, it was Olivia's turn.

Livvy had no problem stripping off in front of me, often running around in just a little pair of knickers or stark naked, and she'd often have all her clothes off before Lucy was even asleep. I'd carry her up the stairs to the bathroom having a nice surreptitious grope of her little bum as we went.

I always bathed her in a particular order starting with her hair, which she wasn't particularly keen on, then I'd do her face and upper body. Then she'd sit down and I'd wash her legs and feet.

Finally I'd get her to stand back up and then get my hands all nice and soapy to wash her lovely little bum and pussy. Livvy would stand with her legs apart as my fingers rubbed into her smooth little slit and the crack of her bum, lingering much longer than they ever needed to under the guise of washing her.

Whether Olivia actually realised exactly what I was up to I'm not sure, but she never said anything nor made a complaint. In fact, she really seemed to enjoy my attention and complained more than once when I stopped that she "didn't think she was clean enough!"

I'll never forget Olivia's first day at "big school" as she called it. She'd been going to nursery but as she was now approaching 5, she was off to proper school. As always, she called out and then simply wandered in.

'Uncle Pete! Uncle Pete!' she called excitedly. 'Come look!'

I came out of the bathroom to see her standing at the foot of the stairs.

'Oh wow!' I said with a big smile. 'Look at you big girl... all grown up in your school uniform!'

I came down and scooped the little blonde bundle up in my arms. She was dressed in a yellow polo shirt, grey pleated school skirt, brown cardigan and white knee length socks. Her long blonde hair had been put into bunches either side of her head with little elasticated yellow bobbles.

She looked an absolute paedo dream and my cock stiffened the moment I saw her.

'Let's take some photo's sweetie!' I said as we entered the lounge.

I set her down and took some pictures of her dressed for her first day at school. Olivia loved to pose for the camera. It didn't matter what she was doing or how she was dressed... or even IF she was dressed for that matter.

In the summertime, I'd get the paddling pool out and the girls would splash about in it, dressed in just their knickers or quite often stark naked.

I loved to see Olivia out there in just her knickers, especially if she was wearing her little plain white ones, as the water tended to make the thin material see through and they'd cling to her like a second skin.

Forget wet t-shirt competitions. I think they should have "little girl in white wet knickers" competitions!

I'd see her lovely little bum and sweet puffy little mound through them as they clung to her. I'd take literally hundreds of pictures of the girls as they ran around in their wet little knickers or totally nude and no-one batted an eyelid about it.

Like I said at the very beginning, sometimes you think you know someone really well and then it turns out that you don't really know them at all.

The revelations started to come to light one evening when I had the girls sleeping over to give Dave and Sandra a bit of a break. Olivia had just turned 6 at the time. Lucy, now coming up to 4, was asleep on the sofa having had her bath, and Livvy was on my lap having had hers too, dressed in her short little nightie ready for bed as we had a cuddle and watched a Disney DVD.

Next door, Dave and Sandra were having a blazing row. I'd heard them argue before, but it was nothing like this. They were going at it hammer and tongs which we could hear even over the sound of the film we were trying to watch.

Olivia looked up at me with such sadness in her beautiful blue eyes.

'Mummy and Daddy are fighting... again...' she said softly.

I was surprised that she'd added "again". All couples argued occasionally, I knew that of course, but they'd always seemed so happy together.

'Do they argue a lot then babes?' I asked as I cuddled her closer for reassurance.

She nodded her little head.

'All the time...' she said sadly.

'Never mind sweetheart' I said as I kissed the top of her head, taking in the scent of the apple shampoo I'd used. 'Everybody fights sometimes... you and Lucy Loo fight sometimes don't you?'

'Uh-huh,' she nodded, 'especially when she plays with my toys without asking!'

'But you still love her though don't you?'

She nodded again.

'Well there you go!' I said.

Despite her tender age, she seemed to get the point I was making.

'How about... a nice bowl of ice cream?' I suggested, trying to take her mind off the noise next door as they continued shouting and hollering at one another.

'Yeah!' she said excitedly, jumping up.

I paused the film and we wandered out into the kitchen where I scooped her a big bowl of her favourite chocolate ripple ice cream before we returned to the lounge. Before we did, I discreetly closed my back door and turned the sound up on the TV in an attempt to drown out the noise from next door so that Olivia didn't have to hear it.

The film and the ice cream proved to be the perfect distraction and once she'd finished it, soon fell asleep on my lap as I stroked her little bum over her nightie.

I didn't think anything more about Dave and Sandra's fight when I got up the following morning and Olivia never mentioned it either. The girls were bright and breezy as usual as I prepared their breakfast. Once we'd eaten, I got them washed and dressed and the three of us headed to Dave and Sandra's

As we entered the back door, Dave was sitting at the kitchen table looking absolutely dreadful. After the girls had given him a kiss and cuddle, I sent them upstairs to play while I spoke to him.

'You look like you've hardly slept!' I said to him.

He looked tired, dishevelled and quite frankly, a total wreck. He didn't answer me. He simply pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me silently.

I read it.

"Dave,

Sorry but I can't go on like this any more.

I've taken what I need.

Please give Olivia and Lucy a kiss for me and tell them that I love them very, very much.

Sandra"

It was cold and appeared to be devoid of any emotion, other than the bit about giving the girls a kiss. I looked at my friend, this totally broken man sitting opposite me and for once, I didn't know what to say to him.

I got up, filled the kettle and switched it on. Once it had boiled I made us both a coffee. I set them down on the table and then sat myself back down, before lighting a cigarette and offered one to Dave which he accepted with shaking hands.

We could hear the girls running about upstairs, laughing and giggling as they played, oblivious to the drama unfolding in the kitchen. Dave took a long pull on his cigarette and as he blew the smoke out, spoke for the first time since he'd shown me the note.

'What do I say to them Pete?' he said quietly. 'How the fuck do I tell Olivia and Lucy that their mother has gone off with another man... and don't give a shit about THEM?'

'I'll be honest with you mate...' I said getting up and putting a supportive arm around his shoulders, '...I don't know, but I'll tell you this. Those two beautiful little girls upstairs are going to need you more than ever... they love the very bones of you. I know you love them to bits too... same as I do... and together ... we'll make sure that they want for nothing!'

I took a pull on my own cigarette.

'I'll talk to them if you like... tell them she's gone on a long holiday or something... you never know... she might come to her senses and come back?'

Dave shook his head.

'She won't come back... not now. I told her if she went... she'd never be welcome here again...'

I could tell he was on the verge of tears, his voice cracking with raw emotion.

'Let it out mate...' I said quietly, 'let it all out...'

'I can understand her leaving me...' he sniffed, 'but how... how...'

I saw his big shoulders begin to shake as the floodgates opened.

'How... could... she leave... the girls... fucking bitch!'

I comforted him as best I could as the tears flowed.

'It's her loss mate...' I said to him as softly as I could. 'One day she'll wake up and realise... and it'll be too late. Between us, we can make this work. I'm home all day anyway.... we can work out a care rota... and let's face it, they live between the two bloody houses anyway!'

Dave half laughed as he wiped his eyes and blew his nose.

'Yeah you're right...' he said. 'Fuck her... and good fucking riddance!'

'That's the spirit!' I told him.

'They've got me... they've got you... they don't need anyone else do they... thanks Pete!'

'That's what friends are for you silly sod!' I laughed. 'Have you eaten?'

Dave shook his head.

'One bacon sarnie a la Pete coming up!' I told him as I got up and put some rashers in the frying pan.

By the time I'd made Dave his sandwich, the smell had wafted up the stairs and the girls came charging in.

'Mmm bacon!' Livvy said as she came back into the kitchen with Lucy trailing behind her. 'Can I have a sandwich Uncle Pete?'

'Me too?' Lucy added.

'You only had breakfast a little while ago!' I laughed. 'For two little girls... you've got very big bellies!'

Olivia lifted her dress up to look at her belly, showing off her lovely pair of little lemon knickers. Lucy followed suit, showing off her pink ones.

'My belly's not that big!' Olivia said.

Even Dave had to laugh as I put more bacon in the pan.

'Tomato ketchup?' I asked.

Both girls nodded furiously.

'Sit yer bums down then!'

Both girls sat at the table, Olivia deciding to plonk herself on Dave's lap.

'Daddy?' she said, looking up at him.

'Yes darling?'

'I love you!'

'I love you too sweetheart!' he said, kissing the top of her head.

'Oi?' I said looking over at her. 'Don't you love me?'

'I love you Uncle Peter!' her little sister piped up.

'I know you do Lucy Loo... and I love you and Livvy very... very much. Just like Daddy does!'

'Course I love you!' Olivia said, like I'd asked the most stupid question in the world.

I made the sandwiches and after covering them in ketchup just as the girls liked, brought the plates over to the table with a tea towel draped over my arm like a waiter.

'Bacon sandwich for madam... and madam. Will there be anything else?' I said in a posh waiter's voice.

'You're silly!' Olivia told me.

'We know that!' Dave laughed, more like his old self again.

'Oh... thanks for your support... MATE!' I laughed.

And that's how it was. Things worked out well. Lucy started in big school too and just like her sister on her first day, couldn't wait to show me her school uniform and I took plenty of photos to add to my ever growing collection.

They both continued to sleep over, especially when Dave was on a late shift. I continued bathing them and now she was getting older too, I was much more interested in Lucy and bathed her in exactly the same way as I did her sister. I also redecorated "their" room to their exact requirements, full of pinkness and Barbie.

They spent as much time in my place as they did their own, and half the time we didn't know which house they were in. Many times Dave would be calling for them, only for him to suddenly realise they were in my house and vice versa.

They never really asked about their Mum which I thought was a good thing and although the child care arrangements may have seemed a bit strange in some people's eyes, it worked well. We both loved the girls to pieces and they got all the love, attention and care two little girls of that age needed.

It was when Olivia was nearing 8 and Lucy 6 when things changed unexpectedly. Dave had a few days off work and I needed to catch up on some of my writing as I'd had a bit of a block. I'd tried all my usual tricks to break it, but for some reason the words just wouldn't flow during the day. I was under pressure from my publisher to meet the deadline, so I had a break and tried again in the evening.

At last, it seemed I was making some progress.

I decided to continue into the late evening and while the words were coming to me, into the night if I had to. To keep myself going, I made a big pot of coffee. It was then that I realised that I'd run out of sugar which I'd meant to have got during the day. Normally I'd have jumped in the car, popped to the shop and got some, but I didn't want to interrupt my creative flow with a car journey.

So I decided that if Dave's back door was still open, I'd pinch some from him for now and go to the shop in the morning. If he'd put the girls to bed, then the chances were the door would be locked as that was how we worked. If it was locked, then I'd have no choice but to go out and get some.

I can stomach most things, but I can't drink coffee without any sugar.

Yuck!

I tried Dave's back door and found I was in luck. I called out quietly and wandered in like I usually did. There was no sign of Dave in the kitchen, nor the lounge which ran off from it. I figured he was upstairs, either in the toilet or maybe putting the girls to bed.

I was just about to go to the foot of the stairs and call up, as I didn't just want to take the sugar, when I heard something.

Well, I thought I heard something.

I stood still and listened.

Nothing.

I must have imagined it, I thought to myself.

I was just about to move when I heard it again. This time I knew it wasn't my imagination playing a trick on me. It sounded like a moan coming from the back room and it sounded like Dave.

My first thought was that he'd had a bit of a drink, got pissed and fell over, but he wouldn't do that, not while he had the girls to look after.

Then it crossed my mind that maybe someone had broken in and he was injured. After all, we both always left our back doors unlocked and open.

Shit!

The girls!

I looked around trying to think what would make the ideal weapon before I went and confronted any intruder when I heard it again.

A moan.

However, it wasn't a moan of pain. That was a moan of pleasure!

The crafty old fucker I thought to myself, he's gone and got himself a bit of skirt and not said a dicky bird. I didn't even know he'd met anyone, let alone was shagging them.

I decided to see if I could peek in and get a look at her. I wanted to know if she was a looker or a right old dog so that I could wind him up about it tomorrow. Luckily, the door was slightly ajar so I could have a quick nosey in without him spotting me.

However, nothing could have prepared me for what I actually saw.....

When I looked in, Dave was lying back in an armchair, stark bollock naked with his legs apart and sporting a hard on. Kneeling between his legs was an equally naked Olivia. Her little blonde head was bobbing up and down at great speed as she made little slurping and gulping noises.

It didn't take a genius to work out what 7 year old Livvy was doing.

Also naked and laying across Dave's lap with her legs spread wide was Lucy. Dave's left hand was between her legs rubbing her tiny clit, his thick hairy fingers a blur against her smooth hairless little pussy.

With his right hand, Dave was guiding little 7 year old Olivia's head as she sucked her Daddy's cock and from what I could see from my restricted viewpoint, making a bloody good job of it as well as Dave pleasured her 5 year old sister.

'Mmm... oh Liv baby... you're making me feel so good... oh suck it darling... Daddy's nearly there darling...' he moaned.

The room was filled with the sound of Olivia sucking and slurping on Dave's cock as her little head moved up and down, interspersed with Dave's moans and little Lucy's sighs of pure pleasure.

As I watched Olivia at work, it was obvious that it wasn't the first time she'd done this and my cock instantly hardened. The rear view of her little slit and sweet little bum was lovely.

I looked at Lucy. Her little chest was rising and falling rapidly, her eyes were closed and her little face screwed up as she enjoyed the pleasure she was receiving from her Daddy's fingers.

'Ooh Daddy... Daddy...' she sighed.

She was obviously close to having an orgasm.

So was Dave.

'Daddy's gonna... cum darling...' he moaned, 'get ready...aaah.... yeah... oh god...'

He pulled Livvy's head down and held it in place as he began to pump his hot sticky cum into his little girl's mouth.

'Aaah... Daddddyyyy... cumming...' Lucy began to screech.

'Cum for Daddy darling...' he gasped, '...cum on my fingers Lucy Loo...'

Little Lucy began to writhe and gyrate her tiny pelvis around before she began thrashing her head from side to side as Dave continued to circle his 5 year old daughter's clit.

At the same time, he continued to spew his cum into little 7 year old Olivia's mouth.

'Oh yeah...' he sighed, 'swallow it down baby... oh yeah... good girl...' he panted as she continued to swallow her father's seed.

The same seed responsible for her very creation and that of her little sister laying naked and spread eagled on her Daddy's lap.

Eventually Dave was spent.

He lay there with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of just having been sucked off by his 7 year old little girl and having cum in her mouth, as his 5 year old lay across his lap recovering from her own orgasm.

Olivia was busy lapping up the bits of cum she'd missed and had run down Dave's cock onto his balls and stomach.

She obviously loved the taste.

I was so busy watching and getting turned on by Olivia lapping up the remnants of Dave's semen, that I never noticed Lucy open her eyes.

'Daddy...' she said.

'Yes baby...' Dave said dreamily.

'Uncle Peter...' she replied with a hint of panic in her voice.

'What about him darling?'

'Uncle Peter!' she said a little louder.

Her eyes were suddenly wide as saucers now.

'There!' she pointed towards the door where I was stood.

Dave's eyes snapped open and saw me lurking in the doorway. A look for sheer horror mixed with terror came over his face. Olivia was still kneeling between his legs, unsure of what was going on.

As she turned round to look, I saw cum glistening all around her mouth and lips. There were long stringy ropes hanging down and attaching themselves to her flat little chest with others attached to the end of Dave's now rapidly deflating cock.

When Olivia realised I was standing there, she burst into tears.

I wasn't sure what to say, so I said the most stupidest of things, like you do when you're taken by surprise and are in a state of total and utter shock.

'I'll... er... be in the kitchen making coffee... when you're ready...' I stuttered.

I retreated to the kitchen and I did actually make coffee for myself and Dave before I sat down and lit a cigarette taken from Dave's pack on the table, hardly able to take in what I'd just witnessed.

Olivia was without any doubt a proficient little cock sucker, and she clearly loved the taste of cum, judging by the way she'd gulped it down and then lapped up the overspill afterwards. Lucy had also had a powerful looking orgasm so I guessed that wasn't her first one either.

If I'm totally honest about it, I felt a strong pang of envy and jealousy towards Dave. I could only imagine how wonderful it must have felt to have 7 year old Olivia suck you right off like that, letting you cum in her mouth and then her swallowing it, not to mention fingering little Lucy as well.

Dave was doing all the things I wanted to do with the girls in my fantasies.

A couple of minutes later, the three of them appeared in the kitchen from the back room. The girls were still naked although the cum that had been around Livvy's mouth and had dribbled onto her chest had been wiped away, so Dave must have cleaned her up. She was incredibly upset and crying uncontrollably.

Dave had replaced his boxers. He sat down at the table and lifted Olivia onto his lap, hugging the sobbing, inconsolable 7 year old close to him.

I looked at little Lucy who quite frankly seemed totally unfazed by the whole affair. I patted my lap and she wandered over, climbing up like she always did. I offered Dave a cigarette from his own packet which he accepted with shaky, trembling hands.

I decided to wait and see if he spoke first and what he would say. I didn't have to wait long.

'Go on then...' he said very quietly almost in a whisper. 'But if you're going to scream, shout and call me a pervert or whatever... let me know first so that these two don't have to hear it...'

He blew out smoke as he indicated the two little girls.

Olivia looked at me. She looked absolutely petrified as she took in big gulps of air, trying to catch her breath before she burst into huge racking sobs again.

'I'm not going to do that...' I said softly in a friendly tone.

Dave raised his eyebrows in surprise.

'You're not?'

'No...' I reiterated, giving Livvy a reassuring smile. 'Nor am I going to tell anybody... and especially not the authorities.... but I think we do need to talk don't you?'

Dave nodded.

'It... it's... all... my... fault...' Olivia sobbed.

'Why would you think that sweetheart?' I asked.

'Daddy... Daddy asked me... to check... ' she sniffed, '...that the b... back door was.... locked... I thought... it was...'

'Hey you soppy sausage...' Dave said soothingly, 'it isn't your fault baby...'

'It doesn't matter anyway...' I replied, giving Olivia another reassuring smile. 'I'm not going to tell anyone what I saw okay?'

'You're not?' she asked like she didn't believe me.

'Nope... I PROMISE!' I said with another big smile, hoping it allayed her fears. 'So no more crying okay? Your face is too pretty to spoil it with tears!'

'Am I pretty too?' Lucy asked, looking up at me perched on my lap.

'Of course you are Lucy Loo!' I laughed. 'You are both very pretty... and very SEXY little girls... but I do need to speak with Daddy for a moment. Why don't you go play upstairs... and I'll call you in a little while okay?'

Lucy jumped down and grabbed her sister's hand.

'Come on!' she said, virtually pulling her from Dave's lap.

I watched their sexy little bums wiggle as they scampered out and ran noisily up the stairs.

'Go on then... scream... shout... do what you have to do!' Dave said once the girls were out of earshot.

I laughed and Dave stared at me, raising his eyebrows again.

'What's so funny?' he asked.

'I already told you, I'M NOT going to do that!'

'I thought that was for the girls benefit?'

'Well... you thought wrong!' I laughed.

'I don't understand?' Dave said before taking another deep pull on his cigarette.

'Well let's put it this way...' I tried to explain. 'From what I saw... it hardly looked like you were forcing Livvy to... well do what she was doing... and Lucy was certainly enjoying herself...'

Dave nodded as I continued.

'So... why would I have you arrested, banged up, the kids taken away to be interrogated by some spotty, snotty nosed twat from Social Services who couldn't find his own arse with both hands and a road map, left school only last week but happens to have a fucking degree.... and then there's the court case... the publicity... and then they'll stick you on some perverts register for the rest of your life... oh and for good measure you'll only be allowed to see the girls once a month through glass... if you're lucky and they even allow you that...and even then they won't ever leave you alone with them again... need I go on?'

Dave shook his head and gave a big sigh of relief. I could see tears welling up in his eyes.

'And don't you start bloody snivelling either!... ya big girl's blouse!' I laughed.

Dave actually laughed with me which was a good sign that he was maybe starting to believe what I was telling him.

'It's more out of relief than anything'...' he told me. 'It's just when I saw you standing there... well I thought my life was over. I mean, you see it on the news every single day don't you? Most people who do...well that... are ostracised by most people...'

'I'm not most people...' I replied.

'I know that... I think I've always known that... I don't know what else to say... or how to thank you...'

'You don't have to...' I told him. 'We're mates aren't we?'

I already knew how he was going to thank me of course, but I didn't let on yet.

'Yeah... but there's mates... and there's mates...' Dave said.

'Hope you're not going to get all bloody soppy on me again?'

Dave shook his head.

'Nah... but I don't really understand your reaction?'

I wasn't prepared to go into it at this moment in time.

'Look it's late... and how can I put it... it's been an emotional evening?'

'You could say that!' Dave laughed.

'So put the girls to bed, have a good sleep yourself and we'll have a good, proper chat tomorrow while they're at school yeah?'

'Sounds a good idea,' he replied.

'I'm not leaving without a hug and a kiss from my girls though...' I told him. 'Oh and what I actually came in for... which was... have you got a cup of sugar I can borrow?'

We looked at one another and burst out laughing.

'That's got to be the oldest line in the bloody book!' he laughed before calling the girls back down.

Dave got up and wandered over to the cupboard before returning with a bag of sugar.

'Catch!' he called as he threw it to me.

'Thanks... I'll replace it when I go out tomorrow,'

'No need.' he replied as the two naked little girls came running back in.

'Come here you!' I crooked my finger at Olivia.

Tentatively, she walked over to me slowly and I lifted her up onto my lap.

'You better now?' I asked.

She nodded.

'Good girl!' I said. 'So how about I get a great big hug and a massive snogeroonie from you?'

Olivia put her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss on the lips. As she did, I deliberately put my hands on her bum cheeks and gave them a gentle squeeze, ensuring that Dave saw exactly what I did.

He never said anything and neither did Livvy. I put her down and then done exactly the same to Lucy. I then put her back onto the floor and stood up.

'Sweet dreams my little smashers!' I said to them. 'See you later alligator...'

'In a while crocodile!' they said together with a giggle.

It was a standing thing we often said to one another whenever I was about to leave them.

'I'll see you in the morning matey...' I said to Dave as I started to make my way out.

'Oi hold up!' he called. 'Aren't you forgetting something?'

'Don't tell me you want a hug and a bloody kiss as well!' I laughed.

Olivia thought that was hilarious and burst into a major fit of giggles at the thought.

'Sugar?' he said.

'Yes honey?' I replied sarcastically.

'Er... the sugar you came to borrow?' he said just as sarcastically, picking it up and handing it to me.

'Oh yeah... jeez!' I laughed. 'I'd forget my balls... if they weren't in a bloody bag! Right I'm off...'

'Uncle Peter?' Olivia called as I reached the back door.

'Yes baby?'

'I love you lots!'

'I love you lots too... and little Lucy Loo!'

I looked at the 5 year old who beamed me back a big, loving smile.

'Love you more!' she giggled.

'Have a nice day at school tomorrow and I'll see you when you get home... nighty night!'

With that I left and went back home.

After all that had happened since I'd left to get some sugar, unsurprisingly I couldn't focus on my writing so I had a cup of coffee (with sugar!), a cigarette and then decided to call it a night.

As I lay in bed, I re-ran what I'd seen earlier and my cock hardened instantly. I didn't know exactly what I was going to say to Dave in the morning, nor did I know how I would say it either. What I DID know was that our relationship had changed. After what I'd witnessed and the promise I'd made, it had to.

I knew my relationship with both Olivia and Lucy would be different too, I'd make sure of that. There would be no more pretence at bath time, nor would I need to hide my actions from Dave.

The thought of that pleased me immensely as I wanked to the image of little 7 year old Olivia with her lips around Dave's cock and him flooding her mouth with his hot sticky seed, imagining it was me instead.

I came hard and quickly before I settled off into a contented blissful sleep.

When I awoke the following morning, as I padded down sleepily to the kitchen I began to wonder if it had all been one of those delicious dreams that I had from time to time. I switched on the kettle and then spotted the bag of sugar Dave had given me on the kitchen table.

It hadn't been a dream.

After my usual breakfast of caffeine and nicotine, I had a shower and got myself dressed. I heard Olivia and Lucy laughing and mucking about outside as Dave tried to usher them into the car for school. I walked to the window and quietly opened it.

'BOO!' I shouted.

Poor little Lucy, who had her back to the window jumped a mile as Olivia giggled like mad.

'Have a good day you two... love you loads!'

'Love you too!' they called back before Lucy added, 'I'm going to draw you a nice picture Uncle Pete!'

'I'll look forward to that!' I told her, blowing her a kiss. 'I'll make a space for it!'

The girls knew I had a wall in my kitchen that was decorated with their various childish pictures they'd brought home for me at various ages.

She nodded excitedly as Dave appeared on the drive, car keys in his hand.

'Morning mate... you okay?' I asked him through the window.

'Yeah... I think... I'll just drop these two off... be back shortly!'

'No sweat mate!' I smiled as he unlocked the car and girls climbed in. 'I'll get the coffee on!'

By the time Dave returned and called out as he came through the back door, there were two mugs of steaming coffee on the kitchen table.

'Let's take them in the lounge' I suggested as I picked them up and Dave followed me through, seating himself on the leather sofa.

I took the armchair opposite him.

Dave eyed me as he sipped his coffee before taking out his cigarettes, lighting one and then throwing the pack over to me. He took a long deep pull and the only sound in the room was him blowing the smoke back out.

Finally, he spoke.

'Did you mean it?' he asked quietly.

'Sorry?'

'What you said last night about not telling anyone?' Dave replied before repeated, 'Did you mean it?'

'Of course I did!' I confirmed. 'I wouldn't have said it otherwise!'

Dave appeared to physically relax after I'd confirmed what I'd said to him the night before. He must have thought it was something I'd said in the heat of the moment and maybe I'd reflected on things and changed my mind overnight.

'I suppose you want to know all the ins and outs... no pun intended by the way...'

He took another pull on his cigarette as I shook my head.

'You only have to tell me what you're comfortable with telling me,' I reassured him, 'and if that's nothing then...'

'No...' he interrupted me. 'I want to tell you. I need to tell someone... and quite honestly at this moment in time... after your calm reaction to what you saw... I can't think of anyone I'd rather tell.'

'Well that's entirely up to you,' I replied, 'if that's what you want. I'm not forcing you.'

'I know mate...' he said quietly, 'I know!'

We were both aware of the fact that our relationship had changed irrevocably and forever without a single word passing between us.

'I don't know where to start...' he said quietly.

'Try the beginning,' I laughed, trying to keep the conversation light.

Dave half laughed.

'That's exactly what I was thinking except...' he took another drag of his cigarette before crushing it in the ashtray, 'I'm not sure where that was exactly... well... I suppose I do... sort of... I'm not sure!'

'I'm glad you know!' I chuckled. 'Seriously... take your time mate, I've got the rest of the day free and you don't have to tell me everything in one go if you don't want to?'

Dave shook his head.

'I want to,' he said adamantly.

I decided to remain quiet from this point as I had the feeling that once he started, the story would flow out of him and he'd find it hard to stop.

I was right.

'I suppose it all started back when I was a kid... 5, 6, 7... something like that,' he said.

He thought for a moment.

'Yeah I was 6... not long before my 7th birthday. As you know, my Dad died when I was a baby so it was just Mum and me. She worked long hours so I basically had to fend for myself you know?'

I nodded as I lit another cigarette.

'I spent a lot of time on my own... amused myself... cooked my own tea... even at that age. Things were much different back then as you know. Anyhow, it all changed when Albert moved into the empty house next door... or Uncle Bert as I ended up calling him.'

I chuckled.

'When I was a kid, I had more "Uncles and Aunties" than I knew what to do with!' I told him.

'Me too... but it was the done thing wasn't it?' Dave laughed, lighting a cigarette before he continued.

'He took a shine to me from the first moment he saw me,'

Dave fumbled in his jacket for something, finally producing a little dog-eared photograph which he handed across to me.

'Me... when I was 7!'

I studied the smiling little boy with the short blond hair, dressed in a Ninja Turtles t-shirt and a tight pair of little blue shorts.

'Aww...' I said with a laugh taking the mickey, 'such a little cutey wutey!'

'Yeah...' Dave agreed with a chuckle, 'and that was the problem. I was TOO cute!'

'Can you be TOO cute?' I said with another laugh as I looked at the picture and studied the 7 year old David again.

'Shut yer face!' Dave replied.

I had to agree though. As a 7 year old, Dave was indeed a little cutiepie. In fact, if I came across a little boy that looked like that today, especially dressed in those tight little shorts like we used to wear back in the 80's, I'd definitely make a move to try and get inside them.

Dave continued.

'Anyway, he soon realised I was home alone a lot of the time, especially during school holidays and stuff, so he'd invite me in. He'd give me sweets, crisps, drinks and ice cream you know?'

I nodded.

'I think nowadays the old bill call it grooming or something. I didn't see it that way. Uncle Bert got to know Mum quite well too. They became good friends... not in a romantic way or anything like that... just good friends... a bit like us. Someone you can rely on and talk to. Anyhow, he offered to keep an eye on me and look after me while Mum was at work as she did long shifts at the factory to keep us afloat. He said it was better than my being on my own and possibly having an accident or something. Mum was more than happy for him to do that... especially as he wouldn't accept the money she offered him for doing it!'

I was pretty sure where this was leading, but I didn't say anything as Dave was clearly getting into his stride now and felt more confident about telling me his secrets, so I just let him tell me at his own pace and in his own way.

'Turned out that Uncle Bert would take his payment in kind... from me so to speak...' Dave continued on. 'He was clever though and bided his time. The sweets and stuff kept on coming and he brought me lots of those new fangled videos as well. I was into He-Man and Ninja Turtles big style at that age!' he said with a chuckle.

'I noticed from the t-shirt,' I laughed before adding 'Cowabunga!' and then 'By the powerrrr of greyskull!'

Dave roared with laughter.

'They don't make them like that any more,' he said.

'Thank fuck for that!' I told him. 'Another coffee?'

'Please,' he replied.

I went to get up to pour some more coffee.

'Pete?'

'Yes mate?'

'I think you can see where this is all heading...' he said quietly, 'and er... I don't want to embarrass you...'

'Don't worry,' I told him 'you won't. But like I said before, it's entirely up to you what you tell me... or more importantly, what you don't?'

'So it's not embarrassing for you?'

'You mean more than walking in to find your naked 5 year old daughter being fingered on your lap... or your 7 year old sucking you off and swallowing your cum?' I laughed.

'Fair enough!' Dave laughed, getting the point.

I poured a couple more coffee's and quickly returned to the lounge before Dave lost his train of thought and clammed up. I didn't want him to do that. Besides, it sounded like he was getting close to the nitty-gritty of it.

I needn't have worried as I'd barely sat back down before he carried on.

'When we watched the videos he'd got me, he'd invite me over onto his lap to watch them with him.'

'Which you did of course?' I said.

Dave nodded.

'Yeah course I did. He was like the Dad I'd never known. He'd hug and kiss me and I'd hug and kiss him back. He'd laugh at my silly schoolboy jokes, ask about my life, school and all the other little things that no-one else seemed interested in. Then I started staying overnight sometimes... especially if Mum was working late.'

'Uncle Bert always insisted that I have a bath... and he always insisted on bathing me even though I was old enough to do it myself and always bathed myself at home. I didn't mind him doing it though. In fact, I quite enjoyed it. He always made a point of taking his time when he washed my bum and between my legs with his big soapy hands. He seemed to enjoy doing those bits much more than the rest of me....'

I thought back to when I bathed Olivia and little Lucy and used the exact same tactics.

'Other than bathing me... he didn't really do anything else...' Dave went on. 'He'd dry me off and I'd sleep on his sofa in just my little underpants. I started to look forward to bath time with Uncle Bert though. I really liked it when he made his hands all soapy and put them all over my bum and my little cock. I mean, I didn't know it at the time, the same as I didn't know there was a name for it, but it turned me on and made me feel horny. All I knew back then was that I had these strange sensations in my tummy that I'd never had before and it made me feel really nice...'

I nodded as I sipped my coffee, listening intently.

'That was until one day he was giving me a bath as usual, his big thick fingers lingering in and around my bum crack, cock and tiny ball sack when I felt a nice sensation coming from my cock that I hadn't felt before. It was nicer than usual too. When I looked down, I saw that it was all stiff and poking up towards my tummy...'

'You had a hard on?' I said.

'Yeah!' Dave laughed. 'I was enjoying it so much that he actually gave me an erection. I didn't know what it was of course... I'd never had one before... so I thought there was something wrong with it!' he chuckled.

I knew what he meant as well. I remembered being worried when I had my first one too.

'I started to get a bit upset about it...' Dave recalled, 'so Uncle Bert asked me what was wrong. I explained to him that I thought something was wrong with my willy, as I called it back then. After he finished laughing, he explained that the reason it did that was because I liked it.

He asked me if I had nice feelings in my tummy and if I got a tingling sensation coming from my willy. I told him I did. He said it was natural and that all men and boys got them, especially if they were being touched and they liked it.

He asked me if it was okay for him to touch it again and I said yes, so he got me out of the bath and quickly dried me off, only this time he left my pants off. The thing was, by the time I was dry, it wasn't stiff any more. It had gone back to being all soft and floppy again like it always was!'

'I bet that confused you?' I laughed.

'Not many!' Dave replied. 'But if I'm really honest about it, I was really disappointed too!'

I raised my eyebrows.

'How come?'

'Well...' he said avoiding my eyes, 'you'll probably find this really weird ... and I don't expect you to understand it all... but I really liked the feeling and how he made me feel you know?'

I nodded.

Actually, I understood exactly what he meant and how he'd felt, but decided I wouldn't tell him that... for now at least.

'The thing was because it wasn't stiff any more...' Dave chuckled as he remembered his naivety and innocence, 'I thought that I wouldn't get that nice warm tingly feeling again. My disappointment must have shown as I stood totally naked in front of him. Uncle Bert sat on the lid of the toilet, pulled me close and gave me a hug. As he hugged me I felt one of his hands slide down my back and squeeze my bum... before he moved it round to the front and he squeezed my soft little cock gently.'

'It felt so nice.

Before I knew it, not only were those lovely feelings back, but my cock was stiff and poking up towards my belly again. Uncle Bert continued to kiss and hug me as he squeezed and played with it. When he put his hand between my legs to fondle my tiny balls, I moved my legs apart to make it easier for him.'

'It was my way of giving him the green light... telling him it was okay for him to do it. I suppose these days, they'd call it abuse... but I never felt like I was ever abused. I mean... is it abuse if it's something you like... and more importantly... something you want to happen?' he asked.

'That depends mate...' I said.

He looked at me puzzled.

'What you mean?'

'Well...' I said, 'it depends on whether you want the official answer... or my own, personal opinion?'

Dave thought for a moment as he pulled another cigarette from the pack and lit up.

'Both?' he finally replied.

'You know as well as I do mate that the law says if they're under 18 it's abuse regardless of what they want?'

He nodded sadly.

'However...' I continued, 'my personal opinion is... if both parties want it and are happy... fuck what the law says... although you need to be bloody careful... and be prepared to accept the consequences if it all goes tits up?'

Dave looked at me.

'You never fail to surprise me!' he said.

'Why's that?' I asked lighting up.

'Your attitude about all of this... you're well... so laid back about it?'

I wasn't prepared to tell him my story yet. I wanted to hear his first, so I made light of it.

'I'll shout and holler at you if that makes you feel better?' I laughed.

'Think I prefer the calm laid back one thank you very much!' he laughed with me. 'I'm sorry if this all sounds a bit long-winded and irrelevant... but it is. Also... if what I'm telling you is too graphic or embarrassing...'

I put my hand up.

'It's not!' I assured him. 'In fact, I'm finding it fascinating, but like I keep repeating... what you tell me and when is entirely up to you?'

'I want to tell you all of it,' he replied, 'that way you'll have a better understanding of it all...'

'Well that's your decision,' I said.

'I've started... so I'll finish... to coin a phrase!' Dave laughed. 'Now where was I?'

'Naked in the bathroom... the green light?' I refreshed his memory.

'Oh yeah. Anyway, he suggested we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom, so he carried me in there and laid me down on the bed. That was when he wanked me for the first time... properly I mean?'

I nodded.

'He took my little stiff cock between his finger and thumb and began moving the foreskin backwards and forwards... not that I knew what a foreskin was or that it was even called a wank!' he laughed.

'All I knew was that it felt absolutely delicious and I loved the feeling it was giving me. I also knew I wanted to have that feeling all the time as those lovely tingles got stronger and stronger from between my legs. Uncle Bert did it faster and faster and I could feel those tingles getting stronger until it got to the stage where I couldn't control my own little body and it shuddered and jerked all over the place every single time he touched me.'

'I felt like my little willy was going to just explode and I could hardly breathe. Uncle Bert stopped and I just lay back exhausted, unable to speak and enjoying this new, wondrous feeling that had spread all over my body!'

I knew exactly what he was on about. My mind flashed back to my own experiences. The first time that Uncle John, my Dad's younger brother, wanking me off when I was around the same age. That fantastic tingling feeling in my own little cock and wanting to feel it over and over again.

'While I was recovering...' Dave continued on bringing me out of my thoughts, 'Uncle Bert went and got some magazines down from the top of his wardrobe. No mobile phones, digital cameras or Internet back then!' he laughed.

'More's the pity!' I said.

Dave nodded.

'Eventually, I opened my eyes and got my breath back enough to actually speak. "Did you enjoy that?" Uncle Bert asked me. I told him that I thought it was the best feeling in the world ever, and he was really pleased. I asked him if he would do it again and he said that he would but not yet. He also said there were lots of things we could do together to feel nice... but he made me promise to keep what we did together a secret. "Some people might not understand..." he told me. That was the fucking understatement of the year!' Dave laughed.

'I didn't have a clue what other things he was on about though, and I started to wonder what his willy looked like. I wanted to ask him if he'd show it to me... but I was pretty shy back then and couldn't pluck up the courage to ask him! As it goes, I didn't have to in the end. He put an arm round me and we lay on the bed together.'

'He said that now I knew how nice it felt... how about I make him feel nice? I said I would but didn't know how. He gave me a big hug and another kiss and told me not to worry. He said he'd show me what I needed to do. He also said there was some pictures in the magazines that he wanted to show me as well.'

'He took his shirt off and then got off the bed and removed his trousers and pants. I'd never seen a full grown man's willy before. It looked enormous! It was big, hairy and as well as the difference in size, looked different to mine. He didn't have the floppy bit of skin at the end of it like I did. It was all big, round and purple. It reminded me of the saveloy's we used to sometimes get from the chippy!' he laughed.

'And it had this slimy stuff coming out of it as well. I thought he'd wet himself! I had so many questions and patiently, one by one Uncle Bert answered them all. He told me that anything I wanted to know, all I had to do was ask, and he'd explain it all.'

'When he told me all about cum shooting out the end of it, I couldn't wait to see it. I wanted to be able to do that myself!'

It was really spooky listening to Dave. It was as if he had read my own life story and was recalling it from a book or something.

I'd never met anyone else with a sexual interest in children before. With the way things are, obviously it wasn't something I shouted about and guarded the secret very well. I hadn't told anyone about my preferences, not even Dave.

Maybe he'd already guessed, but he gave no clue as he relayed the events of his own childhood and how he came to be sexually interested in children.

Olivia and Lucy especially.

'Any chance of a sarnie?' Dave suddenly asked. 'I'm bloody starving!'

I looked at the clock.

'Not keeping you from anything am I?' he asked.

'No mate,' I laughed. 'Just surprised how the time's flown past. Bacon okay?'

'Don't forget the ketchup!' he laughed.

'Now I know where the girls it from... anyway, you're coming with me! You make the coffee and I'll do the sandwiches!'

'Fair enough!' he said as we both got up.

Pretty soon we were both back in the lounge with bacon sandwiches and steaming mugs of coffee.

'Is it alright to continue while we eat?' he asked.

'Course!' I mumbled as I chewed a piece of bacon.

'Just thought it might put you off?'

'Nothing puts me off my grub mate...' I told him, 'absolutely nothing!'

'A man after my own heart!' he laughed.

In more ways than one, I said to myself.

'So you were naked on the bed?' I reminded him before taking another big bite of my sandwich.

'He lifted me onto his lap so that I was facing him... took hold of my hands and placed them on his cock... well I called it a willy back then... but you know what I mean...'

I nodded as I chewed.

'He had his own hands around mine and he showed me how to hold it... you know firmly but not too tight. It felt strange. Really hot. Hard, but soft... sort of spongy. It was wet and slippery too. He'd explained all about pre-cum by then so I knew what it was, but it was the first time I'd had it on my hands and felt it though. His cock was quite big... well it seemed that way in my tiny hands... and I could just about stretch my little fingers around it, even though I was using both hands. I was desperate to please him. I wanted to make him feel as nice as he'd made me, so then he'd be happy and do it to me again!'

I remembered back to when Uncle John showed me how to wank his cock. I'd felt pretty much the same way. Eager to please. I wanted to show him what a big, clever little boy I was. That I could make him feel as good as he'd made me feel when I was writhing around on his bed in the throes of my very first ever, dry orgasm.

'He showed me how to move my hands up and down its length...' Dave continued on. 'Long slow strokes, my hands getting coated in more and more of the slippery slimy stuff called pre-cum. He got me to do it faster and hold his cock tighter, telling me how good I was and how nice I was making him feel. I concentrated hard on the job in hand... so to speak...' he laughed at the pun.

'When he felt I was confident enough to do it on my own... he took his own hands away. I was determined to show him just what a good boy I was and that I could do it. That I could make his willy tingle like he'd done mine... that I could make his stuff squirt out of the end like he'd described to me. I gripped tighter and wanked him faster with all the strength my 6 year old body could find.'

'Uncle Bert was panting and making strange noises... telling me that I was a really good boy and doing it really well. He said I was close to making him squirt and when it started, I should just keep doing it until he told me to stop... so I put extra effort into it. Suddenly, he let out a loud moan... and the stuff came flying out the end into the air... and landed on his belly. I remembered what he'd said, so I kept going and moved my hands up and down it really fast as he moaned, groaned and moved around, saying that I was a brilliant little boy for making him feel so good!'

'Eventually, he said I could stop and as I took my hands away from his thick, veiny cock, I saw my hands were covered in the hot, wet slippery goo that had come out of the end of it. I watched his cock. It was pulsing and jerking and still globs of the cum came out. I was fascinated and loved to watch it. I couldn't wait until my own cock was big like that and I could shoot stuff out of it when I got the tingles as well!'

'I looked at my hands. As I moved my fingers about, I was entranced by the long strands of stuff that stretched between them. I sniffed it. It didn't really seem to smell of anything. I wondered what it tasted like so...'

I watched Dave's face as he spoke. I think maybe he thought I was going to find what he was about to say disgusting, but of course I didn't.

I'd been there and got the t-shirt as they say.

Only he didn't know that.

'So... I put two of my fingers in my mouth and sucked the stuff off!'

Dave looked at me again and saw no reaction.

'I liked the taste. It wasn't horrible like I thought it might have been. I couldn't describe it though if anyone had asked me. It was nothing like anything I'd ever tasted before... and I loved it. I ended up sucking all of it off my fingers while Uncle Bert got his breath back.'

'Once he had, he gave me another hug and kiss and once again told me how great I was and how nice I'd made him feel. As we lay there cuddling, he grabbed one of the magazines. It was called "Lolita"'

'With an arm around me, he fondled my bum as he flicked the pages open. It was full of glossy colour pictures of little boys and girls having sex with men, although it was mostly girls. I knew there was a difference between boys and girls of course, but I didn't know until then exactly what it was.'

'The first picture I saw was of a little blonde haired girl about my age. Her hair was tied in bunches and she was naked on a bed.

She had her legs wide apart.

And she was smiling!'

'I couldn't take my eyes off that picture. I fell in love with that little girl... or more to the point... what was between her legs!'

'Was that when you first decided that you liked little girls?' I asked.

'Yes... no... sort of... I dunno!' he said.

I laughed.

'Clear as mud then!' I laughed.

Poor Dave didn't know himself and I felt guilty for asking.

'What I mean is, that was probably the beginning of the start... if that makes any sense?'

I nodded as I sort of understood what he meant.

'It certainly sparked an interest in girls. I asked Uncle Bert what girls called theirs and he gave me all the information I needed, including all the different names they used. Once again, I had untold and unanswered questions which he patiently answered for me as honestly and as informatively as he could.'

'I learned all about inner lips, outer lips, clits and hymens and all the different names as well. I desperately wanted to see and touch a real live one and told Uncle Bert that. He said he'd "see what he could do".'

'As we went through the magazine, my interest got stronger and stronger. There were other little girls in it too. Some were slightly older with little bumps on their chest as they teetered on the verge of puberty and some were younger. Some were even toddlers. Some of the little girls had their hands around men's big cocks, and others even had cocks in their mouths. There were also little girls with cocks in their pussies and others with cocks up their bums as well. My little mind was blown away by it all!;

'I remember reading somewhere... or maybe it was a TV programme... that you could have walked into your local newsagents and actually brought those magazines right off the top shelf?' I said.

Dave nodded.

'You're right there. Possession of child porn only became illegal in 1984 in the UK... Thatcher's mob brought it in after all the do-gooders complained of course!'

'And look how hysterical and paranoid they are now?'

'How times have changed' Dave said angrily. 'Now you need a fucking check to play with your own kids almost... no pun intended... or they stick you on some fucking register!'

Clearly Dave had strong views on the subject and he almost spat the words out.

'Uncle Bert seemed to have a never ending supply of magazines though... and videotapes I later found out! Anyway, we're moving onto a different area here... and you don't want to get me started on that!'

'Pet subject?' I asked.

'Something like that!' he replied.

'So anyway, Uncle Bert cleaned himself up and we both got dressed before having something to eat. After tea, he brought out some more magazines for me to look at and he went out of the room. There were more of the Lolita ones and one called "Lollitots" and some called "Colour Specials". Some of them were just boys too; "Boys International" "Chicken" and "Piccolo"'

'I was lost in my own little world as I looked at pictures of boys and girls of all ages, shapes and sizes showing off what they had, with cocks up their bums, in their mouths and all sorts. The ones that really got my interest were those of kids together. Boys with girls, boys with other boys and girls with other girls. There was even one of a little girl in a blue dress... she looked about 9... with one boy's cock in her mouth and another one in her pussy. On the next page was the same little girl kneeling in a shower... as the two boys wee'd over her!'

'I felt those lovely feelings again as I leafed through the pages. I put my hand on my cock through my shorts.

It was stiff again.'

'While I was squeezing it, Uncle Bert came back in. I didn't hear him enter and when he spoke I jumped.'

'"Those magazines making you feel horny again?" he asked me. I nodded and he grinned at me. "Just you wait..." he said mysteriously.'

'Did you know what he meant?' I asked.

Dave shook his head.

'I hadn't a clue! He'd made a phone call but I didn't know that at the time... until about half an hour later when there was a knock at the front door. I jumped a mile I can tell you!'

'I bet!' I laughed.

'We went downstairs and Uncle Bert opened the door to a man who had a little boy and a little girl with him. As they came in Uncle Bert introduced the man as Uncle Ronald, the boy as Scott and the girl as Rosie.'

'He was a friendly looking man, not as old as Uncle Bert and not as fat either. Both of the kids were blonde. Scott had a Power Rangers t-shirt on and a pair of shorts like mine. Rosie was wearing a My Little Pony t-shirt and a short yellow Ra-Ra skirt. She looked about the same age as me although I found out later that she was slightly older as she was 7 already. Scott was 8. They both smiled when they saw me, so I smiled back.'

'Uncle Bert picked Scott up and gave him a hug and a kiss. As he kissed him, I saw him slip his hands down the back of Scott's shorts. I was really shocked because Uncle Bert had repeatedly told me that what we did was a big secret and nobody else was allowed to know. He put Scott down who looked at me, smiled and then winked.'

'Then Uncle Bert bent down and put his arms around Rosie before he kissed her. Not just a peck on the cheek either, but a proper full-on snog. I could see their mouths were open and their tongues were moving about. I stood there open mouthed as Uncle Bert's hands went up the back of her skirt and he was squeezing her little bum. I got a nice view of the little pink knickers she was wearing as well. When they stopped kissing, he pulled his hands back out and Rosie giggled as she looked directly at me.'

'We went into the lounge and Uncle Bert suggested I sit on Uncle Ron's lap while he went to make the drinks, so I did. Uncle Ron gave me a big hug and asked all about me while Scott went out to the kitchen to help Uncle Bert.'

This was getting really interesting now, I thought to myself as Dave continued to tell me his story.

'Rosie was sitting opposite us and when I looked across, I noticed she was sitting with her legs apart. I could see her little pussy straining and bulging against the gusset of her pink knickers. She saw me looking and I blushed. Rosie simply smiled at me and opened her legs a little wider to make sure I got a better look.'

'"You like that?" Uncle Ron asked me. "Pretty little knickers aren't they?" Rosie giggled. I felt Uncle Ron's hand over the front of my shorts. My little cock was stiff and he gently squeezed it. "Oh you do!" he laughed as he beckoned Rosie over. Rosie padded across to us.'

'"David likes your knickers" he told her, "why don't you show them to him properly?" Immediately, Rosie grasped the hem of her skirt and raised it up. The front of her knickers had the Care Bears on them. Rosie turned around and I saw her little knicker clad bum.'

'Uncle Ron squeezed my cock again and then to my surprise, Rosie reached across and did it as well with a little giggle.'

'"Nice?" Uncle Ron asked the little girl. Rosie nodded furiously. "Do you want to blow him?" he asked her. '

'I didn't know what he meant... of course he was referring to a blow job!'

I laughed.

'Well,' I said, 'if you were only 6, you wouldn't have known what that was. Mind you, she obviously did by the sound of it!'

Dave laughed hard.

'Yeah... they both did! Uncle Ron suggested that I go and help them bring the drinks in, so I jumped down and headed off towards the kitchen. However, when I walked in, I got the shock of my little life! '

'Scott's shorts were pulled down to his knees and I could see his cock was stiff. It looked just like mine. But that wasn't the biggest shock. It was what he was doing!'

Dave got a cigarette out and lit it.

'Uncle Bert's trousers and pants were round his ankles and his cock was hard too. Scott was on his knees in front of him with his hands wrapped around it, moving them up and down and his mouth was over the end of it. He was slurping and sucking away noisily on Uncle Bert's cock. I mean... I'd seen it in those magazines... but this was real... and happening right in front of me!'

'What did you think... how did you react?' I asked.

'I wasn't sure how to react to be honest. I don't think they even realised I was there. Uncle Bert had his eyes closed and was making those noises again, and Scott had his back to me. I saw his little bum... and I liked it! My own cock was stiff and tingling like mad and I wondered what it would feel like to have him sucking on mine like that... or to put my cock up his bum like I'd seen the boys doing in the magazines. I left quietly and went back to the lounge.'

'I sat next to Rosie on the sofa as Uncle Ron got up and went upstairs to go to the toilet. The moment he was gone, Rosie snuggled up to me and gave me a kiss, squeezing my little stiff cock through my shorts as she did it. Then she kissed me again, only this time she forced her tongue into my mouth, kissing me properly like she'd done with Uncle Bert.'

'It was absolutely wonderful!'

'I soon got the idea and we were quickly into a passionate full on kiss complete with tongues. As we kissed, I felt her undoing my shorts and soon she had my little cock in her warm soft hand wanking me gently. As nice as it had felt when Uncle Bert had done it, it felt ten times better with Rosie!'

'Suddenly she got up off the sofa and knelt down in front of me as she tugged my shorts and pants right the way down. She leaned forward and I watched excitedly as her sweet lips closed over my stiff little cock and she began to suck it hard. Again, it was ten times better than when Uncle Bert had simply played with my cock.'

'And Rosie was good. Very good. The whole time she did it, she kept looking up at me, gauging my reaction as her head bobbed up and down fast and she sucked me hard. Every so often she'd stop and suck my little balls, lick between my legs or pull my foreskin back and lick around the little red head of my cock.'

'I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven, it felt that good. I mean I was only 6 years old and she wasn't much older, so I had nothing to compare her against, but it felt so good. Having said that, given the way she was going at it and bear in mind her brother was at it in the kitchen with Uncle Bert, they both seemed to have been doing it for some time and appeared to be expert cock suckers.'

'Even at that age, it was so erotic to watch my little cock sliding between Rosie's sweet little cherry lips'

'I bet!' I commented.

'I could feel those nice tingles building up deep inside me and Rosie seemed to know it as well. As the feeling got nicer and the tingles got stronger, she seemed to really go for it... and soon my body was jerking all over the place again as the most fantastic, delicious feelings I'd ever felt in my life exploded from between my legs!'

'I was so breathless I couldn't speak. My cock just tingled and throbbed like never before as I lay back with my eyes closed enjoying these new wonderful feelings. Rosie pulled her mouth off me and sat back on her heels admiring her handiwork as I savoured the super tingles.'

'After a few minutes, I slowly opened my eyes as the tingles eased off a little. My little cock was still stiff and poking up proudly, the end of it all wet and glistening from Rosie's saliva and a glowing red. Rosie was grinning at me.'

'"Nice?" she asked. All I could say was "wow!"" and I'm sure that was the moment I fell in love with oral sex!'

'You mean receiving?' I laughed.

'Yeah...' Dave nodded before adding, 'and especially when the giver is a little girl!'

Judging from the way Dave explained getting his first ever blow job, especially from a 6 year old who seemed to make an excellent job of it, I wasn't surprised. My cock throbbed in my jeans as Dave told me all about his early childhood experiences.

He continued on.

'A few moments later, Scott wandered in wiping a white gooey mess from around his mouth with the back of his hand. He was totally naked with his stiff little cock sticking out in front of him. I was surprised he was naked, but Rosie never batted an eyelid.'

'"Did she suck you off?" he asked casually.'

'I nodded.'

"She does it good don't she?"'

'I nodded again.'

'"Have you ever sucked one?"'

'I shook my head and Rosie giggled.'

'"Want to try sucking mine?" he asked me.'

'To be honest I did want to try it, but again I didn't really know how or what to do.'

'"I... I'm not sure..." I answered uncertainly.'

'Scott smiled at me.'

'"Rosie will show you... won't you?" he said to her.'

'His sister nodded furiously.'

"'2It's easy" she told me before cupping her hand to her mouth and whispering to me "his cock tastes really nice!"'

'Rosie stood up and pulled her t-shirt off. When she unbuttoned and removed her skirt, I was surprised to see that she'd already taken her knickers off. She must have done it while I was out of the room. I stared at that sweet, bald little slit with wide eyes. It was every bit as beautiful as those I'd seen in the magazines and I just couldn't take my eyes off it.'

'"Have you not seen a girl's pussy before?" Rosie asked in a very matter-of-fact way far in advanced of her 7 years.'

'I shook my head dumbly.'

'Rosie came and sat next to me on the sofa and spread her legs wider than I thought was actually possible as she lay back. Scott told me to stand up which I did.'

'"You're the only one with clothes on!" he laughed as he started to pull my t-shirt off. So I stripped, although I was a bit embarrassed by the state of my tatty grubby underpants, although neither Rosie or Scott seemed bothered by them in the slightest.'

'"Kneel down here with me..." Scott said, kneeling down in front of his little sister's spread legs.'

'Rosie's hands came down and she pulled her pussy lips apart. I could see the darker pink insides, all wet and shiny from her sexual excitement.'

'"She likes you!" Scott laughed, "look how wet and turned on she is!"'

'He took my hand and placed it between her legs. I wasn't quite sure what to do.'

'"Stick your finger out..." he told me.'

'I did as he said and Scott guided it to his sister's tight, wet little hole.'

'"Push your finger inside her... that hole there!" he pointed out.'

'I followed Scott's instructions and pushed my index finger against the hole and it slid in easily. Rosie gasped with pleasure.'

'"See... she likes that don't you?"'

'Rosie nodded furiously.'

'"Now slide it in and out of her..."'

'Scott took my hand and guided it, making my finger slide in and out of Rosie's lovely little hole so that I was finger-fucking her. I could hear little squelching noises every time my finger went into her... she was that wet. Once he was sure I could do it on my own, Scott moved his hand away and let me do it on my own. I was finger-fucking my first little girl and Rosie was pushing back against me.'

'Scott parted his sister's lips with one hand and I watched as he began to rub the small hard bump at the very top of her mound in little circles with his thumb. Rosie was making mewing noises mixed with little moans and sighs of pleasure as I finger-fucked her and her brother rubbed her clit. She made me push into her harder and faster as she moaned and groaned.'

'"Keep going like that... she'll cum in a minute..." Scott whispered to me.'

'Sure enough, a few moments later Rosie was wailing like a banshee and gyrating her hips around as she had a hard, pleasurable orgasm. I pulled my finger out of her tight little hole and for the first time, smelled that fragrance of little girl pussy.'

'It was wonderful. Sweet, fragrant and beautiful.

I've loved that aroma ever since!' Dave said.

I remembered the aroma of the first little girl vagina I ever smelled. I had to agree with Dave. I thought nothing on earth could smell as lovely as little girl pussy.

I was willing to bet that Olivia's and Lucy's both smelled and tasted beautiful.

'And then I put my finger in my mouth and sucked...' Dave said, bringing me back out of my own memories.

'That taste... I'll never forget it... and well... as much as I loved Sandra and we had a great sex life... she could never compete with that smell or that taste. I know you won't understand... but Olivia and Lucy taste just like Rosie did all those years ago.

All little girls do...'

It was at that moment that I made a fatal slip-up.

'Yeah I know mate...' was all I said.

I hoped he'd just see it as a throw away comment like you do.

Only he didn't.

Dave picked up on it straight away.

'You do?' he said raising his eyebrows in surprise.

'Er... yeah...' I said quietly.

'How... I mean when... I mean... jeez... you kidding me?'

I shook my head.

'No mate...' I said quietly, 'I'm not kidding. How about I go make some coffee... I think we're going to need it...'

As I entered the kitchen, I heard Dave chuckling and talking to himself.

'Jesus... Fucking... Christ...'

I returned with the mugs and put them down on the table, got a cigarette out of the pack and lit it silently. I could feel Dave's eyes boring into me as he watched me closely, looking for any sign that I was on a wind-up, but he didn't say anything. I looked up at him as I took a long pull and then blew the smoke out.

Dave took one out and lit it too.

There'd never been a silence like this between us before and it was a bit strange and eerie.

Finally, he spoke.

'You're on one of your bloody wind-ups aren't you?' he laughed.

I looked him right in the eyes... and shook my head.

'You're fucking serious?'

I nodded.

'Jesus Fucking Christ Pete!' he exclaimed. 'Are you saying that... fucking hell... I'd never have guessed...'

'Yeah I am...'I replied, 'and well... I never guessed about you did I? I mean... if I hadn't walked in on Olivia...'

'Yeah,' Dave laughed, 'you must have found it... well a right turn on?'

I blew out another lungful of smoke.

'Put it this way,' I chuckled, 'I never knew my cock could get so hard!'

'Jesus Fucking Christ Pete!' Dave repeated.

'Will you stop saying that?' I laughed.

'Sorry mate... but Jesus... Fuck.....'

It took Dave a few minutes to get over the initial shock.

'Don't expect the full story just yet...' I warned him. 'I will tell you like you just told me... but I'm not ready to do that just now.'

'Well, I've only told you a fraction of it anyway,' he replied.

'I dare say the full story will come out... from both of us in due course mate,'

Dave nodded.

'Can I ask you something though?' he asked.

'Yeah sure... fire away!'

'Did the way you are... you know...' he said hesitantly.

'Come out and say it you pratt!' I laughed.

Dave took a deep breath.

'Did the fact that you're a... paedo... there I've said it!' he chuckled, 'Play a part in you and Cath splitting up? I mean, did she know?'

I shook my head.

'Nah,' I said. 'Well, I don't think so anyway. She never mentioned it and I'm pretty sure she would have. You know what most women are like when it comes to that sort of thing?'

'Yeah,' Dave replied. 'I had hoped once that maybe... just maybe Sandra might have been like minded... but one night there was some programme on TV about it... and she went right into one... usual stuff... cut their dicks off... hang them up by their balls... that sort of thing!'

I laughed.

'It's difficult to hide sometimes though?'

Dave nodded.

'Actually...' he said hesitantly and then stopped.

'Go on...' I encouraged him, 'say what you was going to say. Let's face it, things are out in the open now and after what you've told me... well I think we can say anything to one another now, don't you?'

'Well it was a little while ago now. After Sandra went, I was openly doing stuff with the girls in the house... as you saw...'

I nodded.

'And Liv said something to me which I just brushed off to be honest,'

'Like what?'

'Something to do with bath time... at your place? She was on my lap and I had my hand in her knickers fingering her... she loves that as well as lot of other things,' he laughed. 'I can't recall her exact words now, but it was something along the lines of "Uncle Dave does that really nice when he bathes me..."'

'Like I say, I brushed it off and thought nothing more about it. In fact, I think I said to Olivia that just because we did it, not EVERY man liked to do it and that you were probably just cleaning her and she was mistaken... and that was one of the reasons she wasn't to speak about it outside of the house to anyone... including you!'

I burst out laughing.

'She's a very perceptive little girl is Livvy, and if you don't mind me saying, very sexy. They both are. I was having what I thought were secret little plays... obviously not as secret as I thought they were!'

Dave joined in the laughter.

'I don't mind you saying at all. They are... and I'm sure neither of them would mind you getting involved. I'll have to speak to them first though, as I've instilled into them about the need for secrecy and stuff?'

'Course,' I said in agreement. 'the last thing we need is anyone poking their nose in where it's not wanted?'

'Precisely, although I'm sure they're intelligent enough to realise that and as they both love you to bits, I can't see it being a problem.'

'Can I ask you a blunt, straightforward question?'

'Go for it!' Dave replied.

'Have you actually fucked either of them yet?'

Dave shook his head.

'No...' he replied, 'wellnot yet anyway. I've come close to it with Olivia once or twice though!'

'Do you intend to?'

'Oh yeah,' he replied, 'and in the not too distant future. Well at least with Liv's. I've asked her if she wants me to... and I've shown her lots of video's and photo's off the net and stuff. I've explained everything to her as well so that she knows what to expect, and says she wants to. I've always said it's entirely up to her... and it'll be the same for Lucy. Whatever they decide is up to them. They might both say no... or both say yes, or one might say yes and the other no...whatever!'

I nodded.

'I take it from what you told me that you're into boys as well?'

Dave nodded.

'Yeah, although I'd say I would probably go for girls first... you know... if I had a choice. The best thing now is they're starting to bring their little school friends home for tea... and now they're asking about sleepovers and stuff?'

He winked at me.

'Nice!' I told him. 'Can't think of anything nicer than a houseful of little 5 and 7 year old's running around either naked, in their night clothes or just their knicks?'

'Me neither! Dave said with a big smile. 'And they've got some VERY cute and sexy little friends I can tell you. One of them in particular I think would definitely be "up for it" as they say. I get a bloody hard on every time I see her!'

'Jeez... you sound just like me! I laughed. 'Just be careful eh matey?'

'Don't worry' he reassured me, 'I am. VERY!'

Dave glanced at his watch.

'Fucking hell!'

I looked at mine. We'd been chatting, smoking and drinking coffee all day long and it was time for Dave to go and fetch the girls from school.

'I gotta go!' he said almost panic stricken as he got up.

'Time flies when you're having fun. I best go and check my emails too,' I told him.

Dave went over to a drawer and pulled out his car keys, together with a couple of memory sticks.

'Here...' he said handing them to me, 'have a look at these while I'm gone!' he winked. 'Pop in when we get back mate, and we'll sit down and chat to the girls?'

'Will do!' I replied. 'What's on these anyway?'

'Have a look and then you'll find out!' he laughed as we made our way out the back door and went our separate ways.

*** End Of Part One ***