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Subject: {ASSM} "Sleep Over" [M, ff, ped, nc] 1/?
Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 11:10:04 -0400
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The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or
dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only.
If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction,
or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

Sleep Over - by - The StoryMaster
Chapter One

I watched the two girls closely from the kitchen window.  They were
out picking blackberries in the little overgrown paddock area west of
the stable, and although a fairly good distance separated us, I could
plainly see when Laura raised her arm to her forehead.  She looked
wobbly on her feet.  Seconds later, her friend, Christi reached out
and grabbed the fence to steady herself.  Glancing at my watch, I made
a mental note of the time as I headed for the front hall.  It was
three-thirty in the afternoon.

"Lynn," I called as I approached the livingroom door.  "Lynn," I said
more softly as upon entering the room, I saw that my wife was slumped
over on the sofa.  "The stuff sure works fast," I commented under my
breath then silently thanked my friend and pharmacist who'd provided
me with the fast acting sedative.  

"One cc per one hundred pounds of body weight," he'd told me.  "The
compound is tasteless and can be mixed into any liquid.  And best of
all, the effects will last for approximately eight to ten hours," he
assured me.

After picking up the empty glass which had fallen to the carpet when
she swooned, I swung my wife's long legs onto the couch so she'd be
more comfortable.  "Sleep tight," I murmured.  "I have a date with
your sister and her little friend."

I found the two girls about where I thought I would.  They'd obviously
started back for the house when they began to feel woozy, for no
sooner than I opened the back screen door, I spotted my sister-in-law,
Laura, lying in the grass about ten yards away.  As I approached her,
I noticed that her pretty friend, Christi lay in the path just outside
the gate.  Both girls appeared to be out cold.

Since she was the farther away of the two, I decided to collect
Laura's friend first.  Christi Parks, her name was.  Christi was a
lovely young girl about eleven or twelve years of age, slim of figure,
with long, golden blond hair and blue eyes.  She was light as a
feather as I scooped her up in my arms and carried her toward the
house.  Her small body was soft and warm, and as I gazed down at the
peaceful expression on her face her subtle perfume delighted my
senses.  After carrying Christi upstairs and depositing her onto my
king-size bed, I returned for Laura.  

Laura Granger had just recently turned thirteen and needless to say
was quite proud of being a teenager.  She was a reasonably pretty girl
with expressive brown eyes, a pretty mouth, and she had a cute band of
light freckles that bridged her nose from cheek to cheek.  Her soft
sandy brown hair was cut in a sort of page boy style which nicely
complimented the roundness of her face.  What intrigued me most about
my sister-in-law, however, was the fact that Laura was, to put it
politely, a rather large girl.  Actually, I preferred a more slender
figure, and had never been with a heavy girl before.  So, in addition
to the rather tender ages of my perspective playmates, I was quite
curious as to what Laura would be like.  Of course, the thought of
lying beside the lovely Miss Parks excited me to no end as well, and I
was certain that we would all three have a very nice evening.  I'd
been with a few young girls in my time, but none so young as these
two, and my expectations were high.  But first, I needed to get my
ample sister-in-law inside, upstairs and into my bed, and that would
prove to be a bit of a challenge.  

"Let's have a look at you, Laura," I murmured.  Placing one hand on
her hip and the other on her far shoulder, I prepared to roll the
unconscious girl toward me.  "Jesus, you're a hefty young lady, Laura,
my dear," I groaned under my breath as I labored to move her.  Her
flesh was warm and rather flabby to the touch, but exceptionally soft.
When at last she lay face up in the grass, I took a moment to study
her sleeping form, and to plan my next move.  Judging from her
physical size, and the difficulty I'd experienced in rolling her, I
estimated that my sleeping sister-in-law weighed well over one hundred
pounds.  

Laura was perhaps five foot, three or four inches tall.  She had
fairly narrow shoulders, and broad hips, and were she to lose about
twenty pounds or so, she might have had a reasonably attractive
figure.  As it was, however, the rather unflattering yellow tee shirt
and bright orange stretch pants Laura wore tended to accentuate her
size and emphasize the fact that her waist was virtually nonexistent.
Her tee shirt, which looked to be too small for her, revealed the
contours of developing breasts, but it was impossible to say at this
juncture how much was breast and how much was fat.  As I allowed my
eyes to travel downward over Laura's plump belly, I began to have
doubts as to whether or not I could even lift her.  

As I stared thoughtfully at my sister-in-law's heavy thighs, a thought
crossed my mind.  "I wonder just how effective this drug really is?"
I knew it was fast.  My wife and the two girls were out cold in less
that twenty minutes, and Christi hadn't stirred at all on the way up
to my bedroom.  There was no reason to rush things.  We had all night.
"Why not have a little fun out here in the fresh air," I reasoned.
"Let's just see if anybody's home," I whispered, smiling down at my
"rolly-polly" sister-in-law.  

I began by placing my hand ever so gently onto the top of Laura's
thigh just above the knee.  Then keeping a close eye on her face for
any signs that she might be regaining consciousness, I carefully drew
my hand up her ample thigh, slowly migrating to the inside of her leg
as I neared her crotch.  Halting my progress momentarily, I took the
opportunity to reach across to Laura's other leg.  After sliding my
hand carefully under her knee, with some discrete pushing and pulling,
I managed to coax her legs apart slightly.  Laura didn't resist or
give me any indication that she was anything other than soundly
asleep, so I decided to press on.  After pausing for a moment to
gently massage the soft flesh of her inner thigh, I put my hand on
her.

The cool fall air whispered through the trees, and in the distance a
dove called to its mate.  Inside my wife of five years lay slumbering
on the livingroom sofa, and upstairs in my big bed, young Christi
Parks awaited me.  The sun show down warmly on Laura and me there in
the back yard of my country house.  For a second I thought I noticed a
tiny twinkle from under her heavy eye lids, as I pressed my hand
firmly into young Laura's crotch.  At thirteen years of age, I had to
assume that this was her first time being touched by anyone in any
sort of meaningful way, and that twinkle in her eye that I'm pretty
sure I saw was indicative of the fact that although she was heavily
sedated, my sister-in-law knew somehow that she was being touched.  

"It was a special day for both of us, actually," I thought to myself
as I slowly palpated the abundant softness between Laura's thighs.
Even through her clothing I could feel the rasping of her pubic
covering beneath my hand.  "It was probably Laura's first time being
touched, and my first time with a plump little thirteen year old," I
thought contentedly, as I gazed around at the peaceful scenery of my
backyard.  Autumn was just around the corner.  Already the air was
clear, and the sky was a paler shade of blue.

"Well," I said after sitting there for a few more minutes of
daydreaming, while I rubbed my young sister-in-law slowly but firmly.
"As pleasant as this may be, Laura, my dear, I think we'd both be more
comfortable upstairs," I murmured as I reluctantly removed my hand
from between her legs.  "Let's see if we can get you up."  I slid my
hand softly up her nubile body to her breasts.  She didn't appear to
be wearing a brassiere, and squeezing ever so gently, I discovered
that indeed, Laura was beginning to blossom.  Part of what I felt
beneath her cotton tee shirt was baby fat, but under that soft, fleshy
mass there lay the firmer tissue of her developing mammary glands.
Again I paused to appreciate the tenderness of the moment, but soon
decided that time was wasting, and besides, there was another little
princess who also awaited my loving attentions.

Break - More to follow...SM

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