It was a warm, beautiful, summer evening in Southern California around seven PM, still lots of daylight. Gene, 36, divorced, living alone in a modest three bedroom middle class home in a primarily Hispanic neighborhood, was just settling in to watch an Angel baseball game on cable TV when there was an incessant banging on the front door, and continual ringing of the doorbell. Gene, thinking it was a salesman, was angry when he opened the door. Instead it was his new next door neighbor, Reya and her two preteen girls, nine and seven, who were in front of her, each holding a medium sized suitcase and provocatively dressed in sexy short skirts, the oldest in silver spike high heels with clear straps and see through stretchy white ankle socks with white lace at the top. Gene couldn't miss that. Reya pushed the two girls past Gene into the house.

"Gene, parents in Florida, back east, in terrible accident. Sister send plane ticket. Have to go now. Watch girls two, three days. Girls do anything you ask, anything. Please. Ok?. Bye," she said in her heavy Cuban accent.

Gene saw tears well in Reya's eyes just as she whirled around to leave. He had just enough time to open his mouth to tell Reya he didn't think that was a good idea, and that he had no extra beds, or rooms for the girls to sleep in in any event, but she didn't wait for any response at all from him, as she ran to the curb and jumped in a waiting taxi.

Gene laughed a little, then faced the waiting girls, still holding their suitcases, looking at him with wide eyes, seemingly a little or a lot frightened.

"Hi girls. Uh...I guess it'll be all right. You have any relatives here in California? I know you just came out from Florida only three - four weeks ago."

The girls just shook their heads without speaking.

"How about a phone number for where your mother will be staying, or somehow to reach her, a name, anything, address?"

The girls claimed they had no phone numbers, no addresses, nothing, but they gave him some names, all very common Cuban names, probably a hundred phone numbers for any one name, and then if the right one didn't have a listed number... Oh, well, a mom will come back for her kids, won't she? It sounded strange that their mom wouldn't give them a phone number where they could reach her, but Reya didn't give him one either.

Then the older one, the nine year old, Amora, said in a frightened voice, "We don't know anyone here at all. You'll let us stay with you? We'll be good. Promise. We'll do whatever you want."

Then the younger one, seven year old Damita spoke up, "Yes, Mr. Lockman, we'll be good girls and do whatever you want, anything. Please, please let us stay." she pleaded.

Gene's heart went out to the two little frightened girls. "Don't worry girls, you can stay for a few days. Not sure where we'll sleep, but we can work it out...somehow."

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" The girls said together.

"Ahh...for now, just put your bags in my bedroom," Gene said as he led them down the hall to the master bedroom. As he did so he pointed out the other two bedrooms, one turned into a home office for himself, and the other partially an office, but mostly filled with household items and furniture he had no room for.

"As you can see girls, I have the only bed in the house."

"That's a nice big bed, and you have mirrors on the ceiling, and the wall next to the bed, and a nice TV at the bottom of the bed too. That's so cool, mirrors!" Amora said as the girls both put their bags down in a corner of the room that Gene had pointed to.

"Ah...yeah, mirrors," Gene laughed and smiled. He didn't think the little girls would know what that was all about. "I've got a big double dresser, and there are a couple of empty drawers you can use. Also room in the closet. Why don't you go ahead and unpack now."

"I guess I can sleep on the big leather couch in the living room. It's an L shaped couch, very comfortable. You girls can have the bedroom, and the king size bed, and the bathroom over there" Gene said, not relishing the idea at all, and pointing to the bathroom in the master bedroom.

"We don't need all that bed to sleep in. We're just two little girls. What we will we do with all that room?" Damita, the seven year old said.

"That's right. Why don't we all just sleep together, Mr. Lockman. Plenty of room for us all. It's not right you sleeping on the couch. It's your house." Amora said, feeling the nice man should be able to sleep in his own bed.

"Yes, all sleep together," Damita added, nodding in agreement.

"Or you two sleep on the couch." Gene countered. "If your mom found out the three of us were sleeping in the same bed, she'd kill me."

"Don't worry about mom." Amora said firmly.

"Oh? Why is that?"

Amora paused a moment in her unpacking, and looking directly at Gene said, "Just don't worry. Mom wouldn't want you sleeping on the couch. She'd be mad at us if she found that out. She'd like it if we were keeping you company, snuggling with you in your bed, sleeping with you. We were poor in Cuba. When I was small, before we move here when I was four, we all slept in the same bed, mom, dad, we two girls and my uncle. It was fun to all snuggle together, and the bed was smaller than yours," Amora argued in favor of them all sleeping together, then returned to her unpacking.

Gene looked at the cute girls carefully for a few seconds before he responded.

Amora, the nine year old was slender, but not thin at all, tall for her age, maybe four six or so, and about 65-70 pounds. She had very light brown skin, black hair, long, with a little curl in it hanging straight down her back nearly to her waist, dark, large sultry, expressive eyes, even white teeth, a cute nose, dark eyebrows. She was really a beautiful child. Amora wore a little mini-skirt outfit, an elastic waist banded, low riding, light blue, white and black plaid pleated skirt, a full skirt that stuck out all around her long, shapely legs, giving lots of space between the skirt and her legs. It was very short, at the most ending, perhaps, five inches below her crotch. For a top she had a matching short sleeved vest, ending just below where her nipples should be. She was flat chested. It was open in the front a few inches and held together in front with loops of cloth on one side to blue buttons on the other side. This left lots of bare, ultra smooth looking delixiously light brown little Cuban girl skin. And on her feet she was wearing the bright silver spike high heels with clear straps and see through stretchy white ankle socks with white lace at the top. She wore no makeup and needed none.

Gene wasn't sexually attracted to preteen girls, or at least he didn't think so, teenagers, yes, even young teenagers, 13-15. He had to admit that. But this girl did excite him, and he felt funny about that. Maybe it was the high heels, so sexy he thought on a preteen girl, and the ultra short skirt, sticking out from her body, and inviting you to look under it, and undoubtedly her beauty too, as well as he hadn't had sex for close to a year now. Yes, nine year old Amora truly excited him. As she put her clothes away and unpacked them Amora leaned over, and taking no mind at all of her short skirt gave him more than a few pantie shots. She was wearing tight, white, bikini panties. Her butt was small, tight, rounded, perfect, and he could see the outline of her little mound, altogether she was delicious looking. He'd love to take Amora's panties off and give her a long, long lick on what he felt certain would be her completely hairless slit. He simply adored nude cunt!

Gene was 36, kept himself in good shape by going to the gym regularly, about five ten, 170 pounds, brown hair, and sensuous brown eyes, brown/reddish mustache, divorced for five years, no kids and without a girlfriend for nearly a year. His last girlfriend had been a model type, age 22, and very high maintenance. She was a trophy girl, and knew it. One you loved to take out in public, and see all the heads turn, show off and impress your friends. She left him for a rich guy. He had spent a huge amount of money on her, and was, at the moment, soured on looking for another relationship. Gene was an attorney, practicing solo as a personal injury lawyer, PI attorney. He had a couple of attorney associates and a great office staff down in Newport Beach. He gave his former wife the house and bought a more modest home where he now lived in primarily a Hispanic area of town, not only among those of Mexican descent, but also from many of the countries in Central America and some Cubans as well.

Amora's sister, Damita, was equally pretty, smaller, not as slender, but with a wiry firm body and not the slightest bit of fat, most likely just under four feet high, and about 55 pounds or so. Her complexion was the same, very light brown skin, like a white person with a light tan, dark eyes, long black straight hair bunched together at the top of her head with a pink elastic pig tail tie, with the rest of her hair falling down in a big, un-braided pig tail. She also wore a plaid pleated mini skirt of the same ultra short length, in black, red and white colors, with a long tie just above her crotch built into the skirt, two loose lengths fastened to each side, then brought together just immediately above her crotch and tied in a bow. Damita wore a short sleeve, light blue collared blouse tucked in her skirt, and with a long black thin tie around and under the collar, knotted and flowing down to where it ended, right where her preteen cunt should be. Her eyes were sparkling wit excitement and she had a broad, happy smile on her face.

Like her sister, Damita acted like she was wearing pants, not an ultra short little sexy skirt. Gene also got lots of panty shots from the seven year old. She was wearing even sexier panties, small thong style white panties, just a small white triangle in front, with white side tie strings. Occasionally he'd get flashes of her small tight butt cheeks, completely nude as a string ran from the bottom of the front and up through her butt cheeks to go around her hips and tie to the strings from the top of the front triangle. Gene was also sexually attracted to Damita. My God! He thought, a seven year year old?

"Your both very pretty girls, very sexy girls, very. I'm divorced, single. I...you know...I'm a healthy man without a girlfriend, and...uh...well, we just shouldn't sleep together." Gene managed.

The girls giggled a little and exchanged looks. "All the more reason to sleep together. We can...ah...get rid of any tension you might have. We find you a handsome man, very handsome. We'd like to sleep with you." Amora said boldly, just about spelling it out.

"I know your mom wouldn't like that "get rid of my tension" bit at all, no not at all." Gene said even more excited now, feeling an erection beginning to grow.

"Yes she would. She'd approve." Amora shot right back.

"It'd be Ok with mom." Damita added.

Gene thought better than getting into any more into that. Oh, no, he wasn't going there.

"Maybe we can sleep at your house? Do you have a key."

Amora's eyes got wide. "No, no key."

"Well, maybe we can break in."

"Not if mom didn't give you a key." Amora answered quickly.

"There's nothing there any..." Eight year old Damita said, cutting her sentence short as she saw the glare in her sister's eyes.

"Nothing there?" Gene asked. "What do you mean?"

Damita looked at her big sister. Amora looked at the floor thinking Gene was going to find it all out sooner or later and she wanted to lie to him as little as possible.

Amora spoke looking directly at Gene. "We didn't bring anything here from Florida, really nothing to bring. We were living with a cousin with lots of family too. More family was coming from Cuba and we had to move out. Mom thought a new start here in California might work. My dad, he's...he's in prison in Cuba. He was/is against Castro. I don't know what he did, exactly, but he was put in prison. Political prisoner, my mom said. He never did anything bad. That was when I was four. We, my sister and my mom, escaped on a boat with a lot of other people a little after that. When we came out here to California, and rented the house, we also rented all our furniture, TV, refrig, everything. Yesterday mom called the rental company and they took everything back. Part of the reason she's going back to Florida is to borrow money from relatives. It's been hard out here for mom, for us."

"Oh, Sweety, I'm so sorry. We'll sleep right here. I won't send you away. I promise, cross my heart. When we go to bed we'll decide where we'll all sleep. Sleeping with you girls, well, it sure is tempting all right, snuggling, feeling your warm little bodies next to mine....oh, sorry, got carried away." Gene said embarrassed, his face beginning to turn red.

"Oh no, don't be sorry, you were just getting to the good parts." Amora said as the two girls laughed.

"Ah...you can put your toilet articles, toothbrush, an so forth in my bathroom here in the master bedroom. You girls hungry?"

"Starving!" They both cried out.

"When...when did you last eat?"

"Yesterday. Mom didn't have any food or any money." Damita said quietly.

"Geez! Don't ever let that happen again. You just come right over here and I'll make sure you all eat. Geez, oh, Geez." Gene said shocked, and feeling so sorry for the little girls, so sorry.

"I bet you like Cuban food?"

"Love it!" They cried in answer.

There's a great Cuban restaurant, a fine family restaurant on the old circle in Orange, not far from here. Been there years. They have tables on the sidewalk and we can eat there, listen to modern Cuban music -it's taped - and watch all the people walking by, like maybe it is in Havana now, or used to be. Mom ever take you there?"

"She heard about it, told us she'd take us there one day, but we never did go. You'll take us there? We won't eat a lot, it won't cost you much. We'd love to go, love it!" Amora said excitedly.

Gene felt his eyes beginning to water, "...not eat much..." Jesus...! Oh my God!

"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!" Damita added enthusiastically.

"As long as we're together, however long that may be, I don't want to hear you girls ever talk about money again, ever. When I take you out to eat, you eat all you want, pick any dish on the menu, stuff yourselves. I'll pay for it. I don't want you to worry about it at all,." Gene said sternly.

"Yes, Mr. Lockman. Thanks!" The two girls said in unison.

"You'll love the food - I sure do - sweet fried plantains, sofrito black beans, sofrito rice and meat stews, yuca, malanga, and boniato, flavored with mojo, meats roasted in lime and sour orange juice till they melt in your mouth, empanadas, the chicken or meat turnovers, and much more, and, of course, flan for dessert. Ready?"

"We can't wait!." The girls screamed in happiness, so pleased that Gene, a gringo, a white man, seemed so knowledgeable about Cuban food and seemed to love it to.

"Just a sec." Gene said happily. "Gotta comb my hair, trim my mustache, put some deodorant and cologne on so I'll smell good for you girls. You can watch if you want."

"We want!" Damita said.

Gene combed his hair, put deodorant on, and showed the girls several fine, expensive men's cologne's he had and they chose the one they liked best. It was a special moment of intimacy for them that they each enjoyed tremendously, feeling closer to each other for it. He only put a dab on as he hated men who wore too much cologne. Right in front of the girls, he loosened his belt, and reached down his pants and put some on his dick too. The girls laughed and giggled as they watched.

"Want to smell good for later, Mr. Lockman?" Amora asked laughingly.

Laughing in return, Gene said, "Girls, you never know now, do you, never know."

They all laughed. Gene as his final step, got his small manicure scissors from the medicine cabinet. The two blades had blunt and rounded ends, and were perfect for trimming his mustache. As he looked in the mirror and began to trim it, he could see the girls grinning and laughing, and then they spoke rapidly in Spanish and giggled some more.

"Now, girls, I probably should be able to speak Spanish living in this neighborhood, but I don't. It's not polite to speak Spanish in front of me, because I don't understand it, and because you both speak very good English. Now let me share in your joke."

"We're sorry, we won't do that again." Amora said remorsefully. "We know those kind of scissors, and have used them a lot," she went on.

""A lot." Damita added with a huge grin on her face.

"What else do you use those scissors for?" Amora asked.

"Well, nothing, really. Why do you ask?"

Amora paused, thinking about it, then since everything was seeming to go smoothly, decided to tell Gene.

"Well, if you want to trim down there, you know your privates, we know how to do it. We do it real careful, especially on your bal....your testicles. We won't hurt you at all. Then, if...you have tension...and some oil we can get rid of your tension after," Amora said quietly and informatively.

Gene's mouth dropped open as he looked at the two in the mirror, nodding their heads.

"Yes, me too. I'm very careful. Anytime you want us to do it, we'll be happy to do it." Damita added.

"Anytime, anytime at all." Amora emphasized.

Gene was speechless. The girls obviously meant well and wanted to do something for him. That was sweet. He sure wasn't going to make them feel bad, no not at all.

"Girls, I don't trim down there, but I've been thinking about it. Yes, if I decide to do it, you'll be the first to know. I'd like you both to do it. Thanks so much."

"If you just want us to get rid of your tension, and not trim you, then that's fine too. Whatever you want." Amora imparted.

"Girls, the longer I'm around you, the more I think I'll need you to get rid of my tension." He joked.

"We're good. You'll see." Amora said.

"I have no doubt about that, whatsoever, none. Ready? I'm starving too."

With that they were off for the twenty minute drive to the Cuban restaurant. Gene loved opening the doors to his car for them, Amora in front, Damita in back. He knew both girls intentionally gave him great panty shots as they got in the car, spreading their legs as they sat down facing him, pulling their ultra short skirts up a little, and slowly turning to face forward in their seats. The girls loved his new luxury sports coupe, a silver 2012 Infinity. They kept talking about the leather seats, how quiet it was and fast, about the GPS system, the LCD map pinpointing exactly what street, freeway they were on and what direction they were going in, the new car smell, etc. Gene loved the car too and was happy the girls did too.

When they got to near where the restaurant was, gene purposefully parked several blocks away just so he could see Amora walk in her high heels. He was getting more and more excited all the time. The sight of a very beautiful nine year old preteen girl, with her long hair and short skirt walking confidently along the sidewalk in sexy spike high heels was a sight to behold. He walked just a step behind Amora holding Damita's hand.

"Amora, you're so sexy in your ultra short skirt, and your high heels, I could eat you right up."

"Anytime, Mr. Lockman, anytime!" Amora answered saucily, flipping her skirt up behind her, showing Gene her tight butt covered with the skimpy panties.

They had a great time at the restaurant, all eating heartily of the delicious Cuban food, listening to taped Cuban and Spanish music, hearing the melody of Spanish being spoken all around them. They talked non-stop about everything, laughing a lot, joking, Gene even teaching them about the Constitution, about the Bill of Rights, about civil rights. The girls listened and asked lots of intelligent questions. They were obviously very bright. They sat at a table on the sidewalk, and finished up with flan and caf‚ cubano, strong Cuban coffee which would probably wire them for half the night. Gene decided he was going to stay home, working there as little as possible, nothing that critical going on in his office anyway, no trials scheduled for some time. He wanted to entertain the girls. He was getting more and more excited about them staying with him. He had been more lonely than he admitted. The girls were delightful creatures, adorable little girls.

The girls, as with him at home, ignored the fact of their ultra short dresses, and gave the pedestrians walking by, and those at nearby tables lots of panty shots, some men having a hard time taking their eyes off the little girls' crotches.

During a pause in the conversation the little girls noticed Gene was tapping the table in tune with a Spanish love song playing, and actually mouthing the Spanish lyrics.

"Mr. Lockman, you know that song, in Spanish?" Amora asked incredulously.

"Sure, it's Donato. Great singer, wonderful soft Latin beat, a love song. I only listen to Spanish music. I watch a lot of it on my favorite channel, a Spanish digital cable channel. It's non-stop Latin/Spanish music, no commercials."

"We know that channel. Mom had it here, and in the relative's house we lived in in Florida. You listen to it?" Amora asked, still skeptical.

"Always. You get a combination of Latin pop, salsa, Latin contemporary, merunge, Latin Jazz, etc. Music really soft on the ears, and far superior for what passes as pop music for the masses these days, hip hop, rap, and all the rest of the junk music. I love it. Also, I have maybe eight or nine Spanish digital music channels as part of the digital cable that play different kinds of Spanish music 24-7. I like most all kinds of Spanish music, even some Tejano and regional Mexican. Hey, that's Superlito playing now. One of the best sounds in Latin contemporary. Think so?"

The little girls were stunned. They had no idea a white man, a gringo, could love their music.

"Oh, Mr. Lockman. That's so neat you love our music. Yeah we like Superlito."

"Ah, Franco de Vito now. One of the best. And him?"

"Yes, him too. I can't believe this. It's wonderful. Mom says music is the soul and heart of the Cuban people. It is very, very important to us. We feel it in our gut, our hearts, our souls."

"And to me too. I listen to Spanish music for hours on end. It's in my heart too. You'll see. Believe it." Gene said more than pleased he could really relate to the girls in this area.

"Girls, we've got time, and we're going to be awake for awhile. You want to go to the mall. It's really nice. It has an Abercrombie & Fitch, which has real sexy clothes for little girls, and a Gap Kids too. I couldn't help but notice you didn't have very many nice clothes at all. Your outfits today are outstanding, though, truly outstanding. I want to buy you some clothes, just about anything you want, skirts, jeans, blouses, dresses, panties, teddies for sleep wear, you name it. Ok?"

The girls shrieked in joy, causing everyone to look at them for a few seconds to see if everything was Ok. They thanked him profusely, and again, despite his warnings, promised to get just a few things and not spend much money. They had been so poor for so long, it was difficult to adjust to an environment where money was no object, as it now was for them with him.

"Girls, we're going to be dealing with salesgirls, maybe supervisors, maybe even a store manager, or he/she might be around. I think it'll be easier if I just say I'm your uncle, rather that just a friend. Ok with you?"

"Yes, Uncle Gene." The both said smiling and giggling, then Amora said more seriously, "Like we're a family, Uncle Gene, like a family."

"Yes, a family." Damita said equally seriously.

"You're right. Until your mother returns, we are a family, uncle and nieces or maybe even dad and daughters, you know just pretend. Thanks. I like that. I never had any little girls of my own, and I'd love to have you as my own. We can pretend for a few days, anyway." Gene added seriously also feeling all mushy and emotional.

"Yes," the girls said emphatically, agreeing, also feeling very warm and emotional.

Gene got on the freeway and took the long way to the mall. He wanted to talk a little with the girls, and touch Amora. She sat beside him, turned half way to face him, knee up on the car seat, giving him a great view of her panties. He rested his hand on her upper thigh and felt her smooth preteen girl skin, so soft, so inviting, he stroked her thigh softly and gently loving the feel of her.

"That feels nice Uncle Gene, real nice." The nine year old said quietly.

"I don't know very much about little girls. Can I ask you some...ah...personal questions."

"Sure, anything."

"Ah...do little girls masturbate, do you both masturbate?"

"Yes." Amora answered. "Both of us. It feels so good."

"Sometimes we masturbate each other too." Damita added.

"Ohh...wow...that's so sexy. Two little girls masturbating each other." Gene answered feeling his dick beginning to grow.

"You can watch us if you want." Amora offered.

"Whew! I can?"

"Sure, we're family." Amora said matter of factly.

"Can you get off, cum, have an orgasm?"

"Yes, since we were little. Little girls are born with a clit. Our clit is for our pleasure, for sex."

"Yes, me too." The eight year old preteen added.

"Wow! Little girls having an orgasm. Ohhhheeeee! Do you think about sex, fantasize about it?"

"A lot!"

"What about?"

"All kinds of sex, being licked, licking men, girls, and with almost anyone."

"Geez! I didn't know little girls were like that. Is it sexy for you to wear sexy short skirts and tiny panties? You get turned on showing off, exposing yourselves, like you do?"

Amora smiled. "Yes. We like it if the person looking at us gets turned on too. Sometimes we imagine the man or woman lifting our skirts, pulling our panties down and licking us."

"Yeah, real sexy for us. You like to look at us, don't you? You get turned on looking at us, Uncle Gene?" Damita asked sexily.

"Oh, yes, yes! I...ah...didn't know how sexy little preteen girls could be. I really didn't know.

"We want to be sexy for you, Uncle Gene, real sexy." Amora added touching Gene's hand on her thigh, moving it higher so it just touched her panties.

Gene thought no, not in the car. He smiled down at Amora. "Maybe later. Not in the car."

"Later. Yes!"

It wasn't long before they reached the Mall. They started with Abercrombie. They had a reputation for having very sexy clothes for kids, little girls, and they sure did. They looked at everything first and then he let the girls, with the salesgirl's help, decide what to buy.

"Uncle Gene, you like us to wear short skirts, short dresses, and tiny panties, don't you?" Amora asked.

"Well, sure, but get what you want, that's important to me."

The girls bought mainly short skirts, denim skirts, all kinds, and short A frame dresses, sheath dresses, thong panties, bikini panties, even what they called boys briefs for little girls, in pink with little black hearts on them, also accessories too, costume jewelry, little girl perfume, soap, bubble bath and toilet water, etc. Also jeans, camis, tank and vest type tops, plus more conservative wear as well. The girls would want to stop after getting a few things, but Gene kept insisting he wanted to get them at least a nice starting wardrobe, Abercrombie had a section for little girls in beauty contests, and there they found party type spike high heels in their small foot sizes. Little seven year old Damita had never had a pair of spike high heels before and he bought them each three pairs. She changed into hers at the store. He wound up spending about $1,800 at Abercrombie, which didn't bother him in the slightest, and another $200 in Gap kids. The girls now had a nice starting wardrobe of quality clothing.

The girls were so excited. When they got home they took a quick bubble bath together, after carefully hanging up and putting away all their new clothes and other items. They wanted to use their new bath oils and soap, and after that the toilet water, one with a mild scent of Jasmine flowers. He warned them not to use too much, and they didn't. They left the bathroom door open so he could look. He openly watched the little girls, loving their nude little bodies, watched them washing each other, talking animatedly, and yes, still in Spanish. He had lots to learn about little girls, he knew.

Gene cleaned up and changed into a loose pair of brown cord shorts with nothing on underneath, and a pullover gray tennis shirt. The girls not wanting to mess up their new clothes put their old outfits on as they had been clean and fresh just a few hours earlier. They did, however, both put on new red stretchy, thong style side tie panties that had only the tiniest red triangle of material covering their cute prepubescent hairless pussies.

They went into the living room to watch some TV or a DVD. Gene sat about in the middle of his large L shaped soft leather couch, where the angles of the two lengths met, a sister on each side of him snuggled into his side. He had a 65 inch new, high quality high definition set, and new progressive scan top of the line DVD player, all of which impressed the girls.

After channel surfing for awhile Amora asked, "Do you have a sexy DVD movie we could watch, maybe porno?"

"You both know about porno? You...you want to watch porno?" Gene asked incredously.

"Sure. You have some porno DVDs?"

"Oh, yeah, yep. But how about a movie, "Pretty Baby." It's a picture made in the 1970s, but very sexy. Brooke Shields was only 10 then, I think. At any rate she was completely flat chested, and gorgeous,. She's living with her mom in a whorehouse in New Orleans and there is a photographer who falls in love with her, a grown man, of course, and he takes lots of pictures of her, when she's nude, completely nude and they show all that. They also show her nude taking a bath. We don't actually see her slit which is too bad. When Brooke turns 12 in the movie they auction her off to the highest bidder, carrying her around on a silver platter in a white see through gown. I would have paid any amout of money for her. It's all very sexy."

"Oh...that sounds so sexy!" Amora said. "The guy that pays the most gets to fuck her, Uncle Gene?"

"Yes, a lot like life in general, as, sadly, you'll come to find out. But it's a sexy movie, all right. Damita, how about you? Want to watch it?"

"Yes, Uncle Gene, I do."

Gene found the "Pretty Baby" DVD, and went to the DVD player to put it in, turning the DVD on. It indicated he had a DVD in already. He wondered what it was and pushed play. The new DVD player he had remembered where you stopped on lots of DVDs and when you pushed play it started from where you left off. As soon as he saw the scene he remembered. It was an all Asian girl porno DVD, with most girls looking under age, slender, small girls with no boobs at all, or just bumps, and all completely shaved, or maybe even hairless, for all he knew, as they sure looked young. The particular scene he stopped on was very hot, a light bondage scene. A girl with no boobs was stretched out on a massage table, legs wide, arms high above her head and tied, and her ankles tied so her legs would be spread. while one nude titless small girl ate her out passionately while masturbating hersel, with other nude Asian girls, one on each nipple, sucking and masturbating themselves, and the last girl french kissing her passionately and masturbating as well. The DVD was of the highest quality, and the scene well lighted. On the big 65 inch screen the girls looked as big, or bigger that Amora and Damita. Gene stood watching the scene for maybe 20-30 seconds as he really loved it. It really got him aroused, as if he needed any more stimulation than the live preteen girls he had with him.

"Wow, that's so sexy!" Amora said.

"Yeah, lets watch that first. The girls aren't much older than me, and most don't have any tits like me. And nude pussies too!" Damita exclaimed.

"Yeah, I love it!" Amora said. "They're like little girls like us. I want to watch this."

Gene thought for a minute. Hmm, showing, hard core porno to two preteen girls. How much time would that get him? Plus he'd never practice law again. Fuck it! They'll never find out. The little girls aren't talking, and mom's far away and unreachable.

"Sure, this is hot, my best porno DVD, if you like girl girl. Do you?" Gene asked.

"I like it all. Girl girl is great. The picture's so clear, so big, the little Asian girls so sexy. It's so hot I'm getting turned on." Amora said as she reached under her short skirt, between her legs and began to masturbate on top of her panties.

Damita was masturbating the same way. Gene returned to his seat on the couch between the masturbating preteen sisters.

"It's so hot girls. I love to see the one girl eating the other, licking her wet hairless snatch, don't you? I'll put it in slow motion se we can watch the scene longer. You sisters like to lick each other too, beside masturbating each other?" Gene asked as he started to rub his hard dick on the top of his shorts.

"Yes!" The two preteen girls responded quickly.

"I'd love to see you girls licking each other, maybe a 69. Then I'd lick and suck you both, you hot little preteens!" Gene moaned working himself up to a fever pitch.

"Here, let me masturbate you both." Gene said as he drew both girls closer to him, and they spread their legs for him, each placing a leg over his legs as they spread their legs.

Gene put an arm around each girl and reached between their legs, his middle two fingers outstretched as he found their little pantie covered preteen pussies. They were warm, and moist. He could tell that as he felt each little slit up, up and down, up and down, then he pushed his fingers into where their cunt opening was, feeling the small opening. They felt so delicious, so delicious! Preteen pussy! Geez! He thought. This was just about the most erotic thing he had ever done in his entire life. God help him, he loved the feel of the yielding preteen pussies of the little girls, loved it!

The girls each had a hand on his hard dick on top of his shorts. He wet both of his middle fingers and reached under the tiny triangle of their panties, and worked the end of his finger into each little slit, finger fucking each slowly, then drawing his finger out, even more moist now with their sexual girljuices, he found and masturbated their tiny clits, moving the tips of his finger in little circles over the tiny preteen sex organs. Damita felt much like her older sister, only smaller. This was heaven for Gene, really, truly. Then he brought his fingers to his nose to smell little preteen cunt. What a luscious fresh, clean scent. Then he licked and sucked his fingers to taste the little girls. Jeez! He was in little girl heaven!

The girls worked together on his dick, one rubbing the top of his dick, his dick head with her tiny, soft fingers, rubbing it slowly, erotically, while the other held his shaft and masturbated him up and down, up and down, all through his shorts. The pleasure was exquisite to Gene, just exquisite, so erotic feeling, while at the same time he was feeling the two preteen sisters twats, their tiny cunts. He couldn't ever remember feeling so turned on ever before in his life. Intense feeling of eroticism gripped his entire body. Maybe it was their small, immature bodies, definitely all female, but female child, prepubescent female child, maybe it was that it was so illegal, so criminal, or a combination of the two, and that they were so cute and so sexual. Yes! That was it. He looked down at their spiked high heels, still worn for him. What is more sexy that a cute, sexy, preteen girl in a short skirt and spike high heels? He couldn't think of anything.

"Kiss?" Gene asked as he kissed Amora on the top of the head.

Amora sat up as tall as she could, and, angling her head, tilted it back and moved her head towards Gene's head as he leaned his head down towards hers and their mouths met. He smelled her fresh, just bathed scent of little girl, a very special scent like no other. They licked each other's lips, tongues, taking turns putting their tongues in the other's mouth, and sucking the other's tongue. Gene was astonished at how erotic her small lips and tongue felt on his lips and tongue. That a little preteen girl could be so sexual, erotic was a complete surprise to him.

They stopped kissing, but not their masturbating of each other each and watched the Asian girl-girl porno DVD.

"That's so hot now!" Damita exclaimed. "See, the girl's hairless cunt is all wet and the one girl is finger fucking her and licking her, finger fucking her and licking. Little girls like us. So hot!"

"Yeah!" Amora added. "That looks so fun, to be tied up like that and have your cunt played with and licked, and french kissed too. Have the other persons do whatever they want with you. Ohhhh...eeeeeeeeee! This is so good Uncle Gene, so good! Oh, look at the smallest one spitting in the mouth of the other girl, ohhhh! So sexy, Uncle Gene!"

Gene leaned down and he french kissed Damita, deep french kisses. Then as they watched the tape some more and as Gene was so close to getting off, the little girls undid his shorts, and unzipped his fly, taking his hard as a rock, six and a half inch un- circumcised dick out of his pants. He wasn't huge, thank goodness, but he sure was hard. He was dripping pre-cum. The girls laid out on the couch on their stomachs, one on each side with their mouths and hands on his member, licking it, kissing it, french kissing each other and his cock at the same time, masturbating it slowly, sticking the tip of their small tongues down his pee hole, lapping up his pre-cum and swallowing it. Together, the preteen sisters licked the ridge head of his dick, one girl on each side, licking slowly from his shaft up over the ridge to the top of his dick head where their tiny tongues met and licked each other, up and down, up and down in unison. Gene was doing everything he could to hold his orgasm back, wanting to prolong it as long as he could.

The girls then took turns giving him a blow job, each formed her lips completely around his dick head them went down over his ridge and back up again, up an down, then switching girls. He had stuck his middle finger in each girl's preteen cunt hole, deep in and he was wiggling it around inside, not in good enough position to massage their G spot, but nevertheless stimulating them so they too weren't far from an orgasm, as they continually took glances at the slow motion all girl video.

Finally, Gene couldn't take it any more and exploded in a huge orgasm.

"AHHHHHH!!! GEEEEEEEEE! YES!! YES!! AHHHHHHH!" He screamed as he pumped wad afer wad of cum into ten year old Amora's mouth as she struggled to hold onto his plunging dick. He spasmed involuntarily over and over and over.

His spunk dripped out of the little girl's mouth as it filled it up to overflowing. Seven year old Damita helped her sister lick it all up and they exchanged his cum as they french kissed. They got it all, except for a little that sank into his shorts, wetting them with his cum.

"Little girls, little girls, little girls! That was so good. God! You're so sexy, both of you. My turn to get you off." Gene said as he slipped to the floor in front of the couch and in front of the girls, spread Amora's legs wide and pulled her preteen red pantie covered crotch to his mouth.

He left the small side tie red thong style panties on, that had the only the smallest little triangle of cloth covering her hairless preteen cunt as it looked so sexy that way, He kissed her cunt all over through her panties, then licked all along the sides of the triangle, breathing deeply of her little girl scent, licking, kissing.

"Oh, Uncle Gene, you tease me so! Kiss, kiss, my hot preteen twat, lick, lick all around. Ohh..." Nine year Amora said as wave after wave of erotic feelings spread all over her loins, especially in her clit.

"Amora, I just love how you taste, how you feel, how you smell, so young and fresh, so much like a little preteen girl!" Gene said as he pushed the nine year old's legs up high, exposing her child's nude tight rounded butt cheeks, lifting the string from the thongs running through her butt cheeks out of the way, spread her butt cheeks wide and licked her little rosebud, her anus, over and over, tasting nothing but little girl.

Her skin was so smooth and fine, so fresh, so young, and all very light brown all the way until it disappeared into her puckered anus. He licked and licked it over and over, then dug the tip of his tongue as deep into her anus as he could.

"Uncle Gene! Uncle Gene! I love that, love it, love how your doing it!" Amora cried out in pleasure.

Gene lowered the girl's legs a little, untied the two side ties, and let the red triangle front of her thong bikinis fall to the side. After that he licked her from her anus straight through her slightly parted hairless little preteen girlslit to its top, to her clit, over and over and over. He adored how small, but perfectly sized cunt she had, how pretty it was all smooth and hairless, and how it was slightly parted as though for his tongue, how wonderful it tasted of all little girl, a sweet unforgettable taste. . Gene licked and licked, spread her cunt lips as wide as possible without hurting the little girl, marveling at how pink and moist her inner pussy lips were, then dug the tip of his tongue deep into her opening, deep into its center and tongue fucked the child, wanting to get deeper and deeper yet into the holiest of holies, the inner sanctum, a preteen girl's inner vagina, a place no man was allowed, but here he was, deep in it, lapping it up, loving it.

Amora was making little moans of pleasure, moving her pelvis erotically into his mouth, fucking his mouth with her rhythmic fucking motions, God was that sexy, Gene thought, a little preteen girl gripped by erotic passion, moving her cunt into his mouth in a state of high sexual pleasure. It was so erotic. He knew he was falling in lust with the little girls, would want more and more sex from them, with them. It was nothing like he had ever experienced before, nothing even remotely close.

He knew she would cum soon, orgasm with all the stimulation he was giving her, but he wanted to prolong it, make it last for her even longer.

"Want to lick tongues, suck tongues, french kiss as deep as we can, Sweety?"

"Yes, Uncle Gene, lick, lick, lick!" Amora yelled emphatically in reply.

"Me too, me too!" Damita cried out as she began sucking her big sisters cunt as Amora and Gene french kissed with incredible passion.

Gene was incrtedibly turned on as he could see Damota licking and sucking Amora's hairless preteen cunt as he was deeply french kissing her little preteen sister. More intense eroticism for Gene just seeing that. He now moved to her clit, sucking it all and more, much more into his mouth, nibbling the little sex organ with his teeth, licking it with the tip of his tongue, trying to swallow it, literally eat it, all the while applying strong sucking pressure. The preteen's moans became louder and more intense as did her humping of his mouth. He flicked the prepubescent clit with the tip of his tongue, first back and forth, back and forth, then up and down, up and down, then, teasingly, barely touching it at all as it floated in his copious saliva forming a miniature pond for Amora's little girl sex organ, her clit that God in his infinite wisdom gave all tiny female children so they could experience sexual pleasure.

As he was doing this he turned his hand up and slid his first two fingers in her nine year old cunt opening. They slid in easily in her wet, dilated, highly sexually aroused cunt. He curled his fingers out back towards himself, feeling the upper outside wall of her preteen girl's vagina, feeling for a slight bump, her G spot. Suddenly he found it as Amora gasped in pleasure at feeling his fingers on it. He looked up at her face, still eating her, as she paused herself in her now french kissing her seven year old sister and gazed into Gene's eyes with intense pleasure. He massaged her G spot, slowly, erotically, over and over.

"Yes, Uncle, yes! There, right there, my G spot. I want to cum so bad, it all feels so good, so intense, tan erątico, tan agradable, muy carnal, muy, muy, Te quiero, Te quiero! " Amora cried in pleasure lapsing into Spanish, telling Gene how erotic, how sexual it made her feel, and that she loved him.

Gene was astonished at the little girl's passion. Hot, hot Cuban blood coursed through her veins, oh yes indeed! The little girl finally exploded in a huge orgasm for her, yelling out in Spanish and English as the most intense erotic feelings continued to course through her little body like electric shocks, all centering in her clit and her G spot as well. She convulsed over and over involuntarily as she orgasmed, squeezing Gene's head tight with her thighs.

"Eeeeeeeyoooooooooooo,eeeeeeeeeeyooooooooo! Ahhhhhhhh!" The little girl moaned loudly in her pleasure.

Finally her orgasm subsided. "Oh, Uncle Gene, that was so wonderful, my cum. I didn't think it would ever end, didn't want it to ever end. You are so beautiful, so tremendous. I love you!"

Gene had never felt so good in his life, at least not for many, many years.

"And I love you too, Amora. Your name means love in Spanish, doesn't it?'

"Si. Yes. Love." Amora laughed. I guess I was named right, and Damita, my little sister's name means baby princess."

"Perfect. We're family. Instant family, I guess. Love, Baby Princess and Uncle Gene. What's that in Spanish, instant family?"

"Senor, it's familia immediata."

"Ah, that sounds nice, familia immediata. Yes!"

"Bueno, muy bueno, familia immediata."

"Little one, Baby Princess, Damita. You want to get off like your sister?"

"Si senor, si! Si! Si!" Damita nearly begged.

Amora took her little sister in her arms, having her lay on top of her as she caressed her and kissed her as Gene spread the seven year old's legs wide apart, pushed them up and licked her tiny anus as he started to eat her too. It wasn't long before little preteen Damita had a wonderful orgasm of her own. Gene got back up on the couch and they all french kissed each other and returned to watching the Asian all girl video, getting turned on again almost immediately.

"Uncle Gene," Amora said. "That's so sexy, I'd love to be tied like that, eaten, masturbated. Maybe we could go to your room, your bed. The one with the mirrors on the ceiling and you could tie me to the bed. Maybe?" She asked hesitantly, wondering if she over-stepped her place.

"We sure can." Gene responded immediately. "My last girlfriend liked that too. I have some soft nylon rope and soft velcro handcuffs/ankle cuffs/restraints. If you want, I'd love it!"

"Si, si, si!" Amora responded in anticipation.

"And, my beautiful Uncle, you are not too big for me. I want you deep inside me. Si, Senor?" Amora pleaded.

Gene, with little thought, and in great lust, assured her, "Si, Senorita, Si! Si! Si!"

Gene got the all girl DVD out of the DVD player and brought it with him. He had a DVD player in the bedroom too and a 27 inch TV at the foot of the bed. They first went to the bathrooms and cleaned up, cleaning their teeth, using mouthwash, and so forth, then to the master bedroom. Gene had the tie downs and restraints all set up an under his king size bed. He got them out. He simply had two lengths of soft nylon rope attached to the velcro restraints, one for wrists and one for ankles. He'd put the ropes under the bed, and attach the restraints and wrists.

Gene slipped out of his clothes, and put the DVD in the player, and found the hottest part of the movie, the mild bondage part and played it in slow motion.

"Amora, you first as you asked for it. I want to take your clothes off so you're nude. Wait, first I want to get some toys and Astro Glide, some lubricating oil," he said as he took a gym bag out of the closet where he kept all his sex toys.

He got out the Astro Glide, and a small lipstick type vibrator, a small vibrating dildo, and a vibrating ball to insert in the preteen's cunt. Then he took all the little girl's clothes off. He stared at her little puffy cunt, her slightly parted slit. He couldn't help but stare at it. Her preteen cunt almost begged that. Her preteen cunt wanted to be fondled, licked, sucked, molested, and fucked, fucked, fucked! Her nipples were soft and pink, and her chest flat. Why was a flat chest on a little girl so erotic? He didn't know, but it sure was.

Amora lay down in the middle of the bed, and he placed a pillow under her head. She spread her legs wide, and put her arms up high, spread also. She looked Gene in the eyes, her eyes sparkling with sexual anticipation.

Gene got the nylon rope in place, and attached the restraints to her ankles and wrists, pulling the rope comfortably tight, stretching her legs wide, and her arms up and wide. Next he placed a pillow under her butt."

"Comfy, Amora, Sweety? You can look up at the ceiling and see yourself in the mirror stretched out, your sweet preteen pussy raised a bit for servicing. Also you can look to the side wall in the mirror there and see yourself too. And you can watch the bondage part of the video too."

"Oh, so sexy, Uncle, so sexy. I like this, being tied up, under your control. You can do anything you want to me, with me, anything! Like mommy said we'll do whatever you want, anything!"

"I will, except no pain. I'm not into that at all. If you get panicky or anything, just tell me and I'll untie you. This is supposed to be fun, not frightening."

"I'll be fine, Uncle Gene, fine."

Gene knelt between the nine year old's legs, and carefully oiled her pussy and anus all up, masturbating her in the process, finger fucking her little twat and rubbing her clit.

"See how nice you look, Sweety, all oiled up, a shiny preteen slit, a girlchild's cunt that needs to be played with." Gene said erotically as he dick hardened quickly.

It was erotic beyond belief for him to see the nine year old preteen tied spread eagle in front of him, her luscious preteen cunt all oiled and more that ready to be played with. Damita sat at her sisters head, also nude, her legs on each side of Amora's shoulders, her legs spread wide also.

"I love it! I feel so sexy, like your sex toy. I want you to play with me so bad I can taste it!" Amora pleaded.

Gene laid his toys on the bed. He chose the lipstick size vibrator and turned it on.

"Little girl you have to cum and cum and cum." Gene said in growing passion.

"Si! Cum and cum and cum for you...daddy." Amora said, calling him daddy for the first time.

Gene lay on the bed between Amora's legs and ate the preteen out with great passion, then moved to her head and french kissed her with equal passion, then returned to kneeling in front of her and slowly inserted the small vibrator in her cunt, shoving it all the way in so you could hardly see it. Then with one hand under her butt he began to massage her anus, her rosebud with his middle finger, gradually working the first two joints in the tight orifice and wiggling it all around inside. Then with the other hand rested flat on her lower stomach, just above her pubes, he masturbated the little ones prepubescent clit with his thumb, rubbing it in little circles.

The little preteen Cuban girl was soon very aroused with all three of the sexual stimulations, the vibrator in her cunt, Gene's finger in her butt wiggling around, and his masturbating her clit. She moved her pelvis into his hand in a fucking motion, moaning softly in pleasure.

"Open your eyes little girl and look me in the eyes as you cum. I want to see your eyes as you cum."

"Umm...ummm...yes," Amora moaned as she struggled against the ropes.

They looked each other in the eyes as Amora's orgasm drew closer and closer. Gene was so turned on by it all, his dick was rock hard and oozing pe-cum.

"That's it, Sweety, you're getting close. Cum for daddy, cum for daddy, my little cunt, my child, cum for daddy!"

"Yes, daddy, Si, pronto, now, daddy, now!" Amora cried as her orgasm was upon her, a big one again. She strained against the ropes wanting to close her legs as she orgasmed, but she couldn't at all. Her orgasm went on and on and on. Finally it subsided.

"That's a good start, a nice cum for daddy. Now I'll fuck you with the vibrating dildo. You want to be fucked, don't you, honey?"

"Yes, daddy, Amora wants daddy to fuck her, fuck her with the dildo, fuck her with daddy's big dick, fuck her, fuck her!" Amora pleaded, still unbelievably turned on, her clit and cunt crying out for more stimulation, another cum, another little hot preteen Cuba girl orgasm.

The vibrating dildo wasn't all that small, just slightly smaller than his dick. Gene turned it on and oiled it up and Amora's slit also, getting both slippery with oil. He also oiled his own dick and masturbated for a minute or so as he watched Damita masturbating furiously, close to her own orgasm. He slowly worked the vibrating dildo in the child's cunt, twisting it around, and around, moving it in a little then out, then in a little further each time. It wasn't long before he had about five inches, maybe more of the dildo in her cunt. If he could do that with the dildo he could fuck her too, he knew that, and God did he want to fuck the preteen.

"Oh, daddy, daddy, it feels so good, so good! Fuck Amora daddy, fuck her, fuck her!" The nine year old Cuban hottie pleaded again with Gene.

Gene started a rhythmic fucking of the little girl with the dildo, all the way in and then almost all the way out, getting faster and faster. She fucked the dildo hard, straining against the restraints, moaning, crying, slamming her pelvis into the fucking dildo, again and again. He lay beside her, on his side and fucked her with the dildo as he french kissed the nine year old at the same time and twirled her delicate pink nipples in his fingers too, then licked and sucked her nipples too. Soon the preteen exploded in an even bigger orgasm, cuming and cuming and cuming, moaning, crying as she orgasmed and again tried to squeeze her legs tight, but could not.

Gene was so turned on he immediately got between the child's legs and began eating her hairless preteen cunt and ass out with great passion, then lay beside her, his mouth at her cunt, and his dick in her mouth and fucked her mouth as he ate her furiously. Amora was hot again very quickly, loving, adoring the passion in the large man, well, large compared to her small body. She fucked his face with her cunt, took almost all his big dick in her mouth and let him fuck her mouth, her throat.

Gene in the grip of unbridled passion had a sudden uncontrollable urge to fuck the little ld hot blooded Latin preteen girl. He quickly got between her legs and guided his hard, dripping member between her legs, pushing against her yielding, girljuice drenched, dilated, little nine year old girl cunt.

"Daddy has to fuck you, Sweety, fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me, daddy, fuck me!" Amora urged unbelievably happy that Gene wanted to fuck her as that was what she really wanted, to be fucked hard.

Damita, the seven year old, let out a cry of pleasure as she had a big orgasm watching all that was going on, plus watching the all girl video as well.

Soon Gene was nearly al the way in. Her little girl cunt felt so warm and inviting, holding his dick firmly, but not too tight. Soon he was almost in a trance as he fucked the little girl harder and harder, Amora matching him stroke for stroke, fighting the restraints on both her arms and legs, and in her own sexually induced trance. They fucked and fucked and fucked, joining with the universe in the dance of life, the dance of love, each needing the other, each needing to mate. The preteen's body jerked with each of Gene's violent thrusts into her. They both knew they were meant to fuck each other, that they were a family, maybe a family of lust, but a family nevertheless. It had never been this good ever before for either Gene or Amora. All their beings screamed for each other's body. They needed each other as they needed to breathe.

Finally they both exploded in huge orgasms, each yelling and screaming in their pleasure. Gene shot wad after wad of his hot sperm into the nine year old Cuban hottie, his fuck mate now. His cum ran out of her and down her thighs. Amora felt his cum go deep in her, all the way in she felt. Their gyrations slowed to a trickle, then ended. Gene collapsed on the still tied up preteen, gasping for breath, as was she. Finally they caught their breath, and Gene got up quickly and untied Amora.

"I've wanted so bad to hug you, touch you, but I didn't want to ask you to end it as I loved it." Amora said, as little Damita licked her clean of Gene's cum, and cleaned Gene with her tiny tongue too.

"And I, too, wanted to feel your arms around me. It's so nice like this, hugging each other, soft sweet kisses, and all." Gene said as all three embraced and kissed affectionately.

As they lay back, Gene in the middle and one girl on each side, his arms around each, as they snuggled under his arms. he asked, "Girls, what's the story here. Something in your story doesn't ring true. Maybe now's the time to tell me. What do you think?"

Damita answered first, "Amora, you can tell him. Mom said if we...if he...you know, it's already happened."

"I know. I'll tell him. Remember, Uncle Gene, dad, we're a family, familia immediata, immediate family, instant family.

"I know," Gene said softly. "Anybody, your mother included, is going to have one hell of a time taking you away from me. We are familia immediata. No doubt of that at all."

"Ok, good!" Amora said as she kissed gene softly. "My father's in prison as I told you. Been about six years in prison. A political prisoner, in Cuba, Castro's Cuba. He can write to us, Castro lets him, and we can send money to him. He's gotten real sad, depressed, in last five, six months. Mom could tell in his letters. He even talked of killing himself. He misses mom so much. Mom cried and cried, then decided she had to go back to Cuba so she could visit him in prison all the time, take him food, cheer him up, be near him always. It was just too hard for him without her, almost six years now.

"Mom said we'd be grown up and gone in a few years, but she'd be with dad the rest of her life. She had to go back, but not us. She wouldn't take us to Cuba. She wants us to stay here. We only have a few relatives here, all in the Miami area, and distant relatives, not close relatives. We stayed with them the whole time we've been here, except the last few weeks here in California. The relatives won't take us. They say they have no room now as they just took in new relatives that just got here. They said mom had her chance to make something out of it here in America, and they can't take care of two preteen girls until they grow up, can't pay all the expense of that.

"Mom cried and cried. She had to go back to dad. She knew that. She told us that. She couldn't change that. She told us you were a good man and would take good care of us, but we just couldn't ask you, we had to kinda trick you. With the little money she had, mom bought us the sexy outfits, and the spike high heels for me. She said we had one chance, and one chance only, or we'd wind up in foster care, be in an institution at the start - Child Protection Care, or something like that, the governenment - then, later, going from one foster family to another, and probably even getting split up. That would kill us as we love each other so.

"We got all ready this morning, early, way ahead of time. We had nothing to eat. We just got so scared. Mom didn't stop crying. Mom got one of the relatives to buy her a plane ticket back to Miami. We tried to figure the best time. Early evening, mom thought. She brought us over to your house...and..." Amora said and then broke down crying.

"It's ok, Amora, Damita. I'll take care of you forever, forever. I promise." Gene said, tears in his eyes.

"I know you will, Uncle Gene. I love you."

"I love you too, and Damita too."

"Mom's not coming back, not anytime soon, maybe never. Dad needs her. We...We...have a new family now, Damita and me, a wonderful new family, a man that loves us as little girls should be loved, and we love him too. It's you Uncle Gene, it's our familia immediata, our familia immediata," she sobbed in gratitude.

"Of course it is Sweetheart, of course it is." Gene said crying as he gathered the little girls in his arms and hugged them tight, ever so tight. He'd never let them go, ever.

The End "Familia Immediata"

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