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From: wanderinglanes@aol.com (Wandering lanes)
Subject: {ASSM} The Girl with a Bicycle - part 4 (MF  Slow)
Date: Fri,  3 Aug 2001 01:10:03 -0400
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The Girl With A Bicycle - Part 4  (MF Slow)
By Wandering Lanes.


The next day I awoke in Sharon's bed, for the second time. But this time there
was an extra weight behind me, I opened my eyes to see Sharon's face in repose,
calm, peaceful and lovely, I looked over my shoulder to see Kylie, also asleep
but sucking her thumb.

"Good morning," this was from Sharon who had also woken up

"Good morning, you do know there's someone else in this bed with us?"

"When did she get in?"

"No idea, but at least she didn't attack me this time!" Sharon blushed,

"Well, we weren't doing much last night. How about doing something now?"

"What! With Kylie here?" I must admit to being slightly shocked, and yet the
thought of having Sharon while her daughter was asleep in the same bed was
highly erotic.

"I do want her to learn you know, and if you won't force her, you'll have to do
me."

"Okay you minx, how do you want it?"

"Can I be on top this time, I want to do all the work", I nodded my head and
soon Sharon was deeply impaled on me.

"Oh, that feels sooo good." She said pausing for a moment, to allow her body to
get use to the intrusion, then she started to gently raise herself, then down
again, enjoying the friction the motion caused, this soon started her getting
wet, and allowing her to bob up and down faster, making the bed shake.

All too soon Sharon was starting to climax, 

"Mike, yes, yes, Mike, oh yes, god, yes, Paul, Paul, PAUL, Oh God, PAUL, GOD."
At this point a small voice said,

"Dad, We're sinking! Help" and Kylie shook herself awake, saw Sharon, gasping
and sweating, straddled across my body, she started back and fell off the bed
with an "Ouch".

"Kylie? Are you alright?" This from me as Sharon hadn't realised what had
happened.

"Yes, I'm fine, I had a strange dream though." Her head slowly raised itself
from beside the bed to look at her mother, now lying over my body, "You guys
were doing it again weren't you?"

"Sorry Kylie, I'm afraid we were." I tried to look sheepish at her, then she
started asking questions.

"Why ain't you over mummy? Why is she on top of you? And she's still calling
Daddy's name." This time Sharon started to stir.

"Oh Mike, I'm sorry, I should have waited for you, why didn't you cum?"

"I was about to, but then Kylie fell off the bed, and I sort of forgot about
it."

"Kylie, Oh is she hurt?"

"No mummy, I landed on my bum, I'm okay."

"That's bottom darling, not bum, Well now you're up you can get dressed."

"But there's no school today, its Saturday."

"I know what day it is, now please get dressed."

"Oh mum, I wanted to stay in bed with Uncle Mike!" a reaction on my part caused
Sharon to groan.

"And I think Uncle Mike would like you to as well, but I have things to do
today, so please do as I say." Kylie made an appeal.

"Uncle Mike, can't I stay here with you, pleeaase." It was a good appeal and an
umpire could have upheld it, but Sharon looked into my eyes with an 'if you
dare cross me in this!' look, I knew where my best interest lie.

"Sorry Kylie, but if your mother says to get dressed, then you should do as she
says". Kylie looked at me then thought, and smiled.

"DINOSAUR, Uncle Mike, DINOSAUR!" I shook my head, 

"Sorry Kylie, that only helps if I'm frightening or hurting you. - I'm not even
touching you!" she smiled

"That's why I said it Uncle Mike, 'cause you're not touching me and that's
scaring me!" I had to smile at that.

"Go and get dressed Kylie, and don't hog the loo today, I'll need to use it as
well soon."  At this she laughed and left the room.  Sharon put on a housecoat
and got up,

"Talking of which, I need to get there first, " with that she also left the
bedroom, As I started to get dressed, a whining voice said,

"Mummy please hurry up, I have to get there", the door unlocked and I saw Kylie
scampering into the bathroom.

I went downstairs and got breakfast ready, mainly cereals for all, with tea for
Sharon and myself, some juice for Kylie, I looked at the time 9:30, I hadn't
realised it was so late, I'd have to get home to shave before I could do any
work at home.

Sharon came downstairs and looked at the food already laid out,

"Thanks Mike, I've got to do some shopping today, I think Kylie has a friend
coming over to play soon, the girl she mention last night, Rebecca is her name,
but she prefers Becky", On cue the front door bell rang, as I was closest I
went and answered it.

"Hello Mrs. Willi...  " The girl's voice went silent as she looked at me.

"Hello, you must be Rebecca, I'm Mike, Kylie will be down in a moment. Do you
want to come in?" She nodded yes, and sidled in as I opened the door wide. Her
whole manner had altered in the few seconds that she had met me.

"Hello Becky," Said Sharon, who then called up the stairs "Kylie, Becky's
here."

"I'll be down in a minute, " then the sound of the toilet flushing which let us
all know where she was, then "Uncle Mike? The bathrooms free!"

I said, "Would you excuse me" and started to climb the stairs for some relief.

When I came back down, a half glass of juice and almost empty bowl of cereal
was all that remained of Kylie and an empty glass used by Becky, Sharon was
still eating and my bowl awaited my attention.

"Mike, as I was saying, I need to go shopping, I've told Kylie that she can go
to your house when she's finished playing, that should be around mid-day, I
hope that's okay?"

"Yes Sharon, that's fine," I quickly finished eating and helped Sharon with the
washing up, we both left the house at the same time, Sharon to catch the bus
into town, and myself to walk home.

- - - - - - - - - - -

I managed to finish the cleaning when the front door bell rang. I opened it to
find Kylie standing there with Rebecca hanging behind her.

"Hi there Uncle Mike, Is it okay if we come in?" there was a pleading look in
her eyes so I said, 

"Yes Kylie, do you want to take your bikes round to the back, I've got a table
and chairs out there so you can sit out there, do you want a drink?"

"Uncle Mike! You know we're too young for alcohol!" a smile and sparkling eyes
covered the shocked voice.

"I did mean a soft drink you young reprobate, the word drink covers a lot of
liquid refreshments you know!"

"Oh I'm sorry, Uncle Mike, I don't know where I got the idea from."  And
neither did I, I didn't think Sharon was the type to drink, but Rebecca was
starting to look nervous,

"Good, now go round the back, I'll bring out the drinks." While the two girls
manoeuvred their bikes through the back gate I went into the kitchen and made a
pitcher of orange squash and took it with three glasses out to the back garden.

When I got there, both girls were sitting by the table, Kylie in a recliner
chair and Rebecca in a straight backed chair, her eyes followed me as I put the
tray of drink onto the table, I thought it best to take the other chair which
was on Kylies side.

"So girls, what do you have planned for the rest of the day?"

"Nothing much, we were going to watch TV, then Darren came home and started to
watch sports.  And that booorrriiinng"

"Well you can watch TV here, I've got satellite. You can watch Fox Kids or
Cartoon Network?" Kylie looked at Rebecca who shook her head slightly.

"Not just now Uncle Mike, can't we just stay here in the garden?"

"Of course you can, anything else?"

"Can I ask you questions?"

"Only if I know the answers?" Kylie's face blanked for a moment, then she
glanced at Rebecca and said, 

"When you and mummy was doing 'it', why did she make those noises, were you
hurting her?" There was a gasp from Rebecca when she heard this. So I decided
to evade the question until later.

"Kylie, that is not the type of question I think you should ask, I'm sure
you've embarrass Rebecca here. Why don't you ask a nice question?"

"Uncle Mike her name is Becky, she doesn't like Rebecca, that's what her
brother always calls her, and he's..."

"KYLIE, you promised!"  

"Kylie is this what you were asking me about last night?" She nodded her head,

"Yes Uncle Mike, Becky I've kept my promise I haven't said anything"

"Becky I can tell you, Kylie asked me if she should keep a promise, I said that
she should talk to the person she promised, Kylie hasn't told me anything."
There was a hurt look in Rebecca's (No Becky's) eyes as she looked at Kylie.

"Becky, You're one of the few friends I have, I would never break a promise."
Becky looked close to tears, but, from the way she treated me, she wouldn't
want me near her, I had to leave this to Kylie,

"Uncle Mike, pleease answer my question, it is important, and I'd like Becky to
hear what you have to say, she won't tell anyone about it honest!"

"Okay Kylie, I'll trust you and you both know I could be in trouble for telling
you both this. Okay, why did your mother make noises? - When making love both
partners are involved in coming together, this is to create friction on the
man's penis and also the woman's virgina the speed and force involved will push
the diaphragm of the woman up and this forces air out of her lungs, making a
grunting noise. Was this the noise you were on about?"

"Well, that was one of the noises, but why did she start making that moaning
noise and then she started shouting out daddy's name?"

"When a woman approaches a climax she gets so excited, some will gently moan
and shake, others, like your mother, are very vocal, they get so excited that
they will shout out anything, Your mother is still in love with your daddy so
she believes he is making love to her."

"Don't call it making love, you were fucking her weren't you!" This was said
very vociferously from Becky.

"No Becky. When sex is good, or very good - its making love, its soft, warm and
afterwards very relaxing, when sex is bad it's hard, fast, and hurtful and
that's fucking. When people are in really in love they want to make to feelings
last."

"Yeah, but you've just met Kylies mom, so you can't be in love with her, so you
must be fucking her!"

"I agree! I have just met Sharon, but you don't have to know a person for a
long time before you can love her. Plus she needed relaxing sex, which is what
I was doing."

"Before I came in and started to hit you!" This was from Kylie, "but I thought
you were hurting mummy".

"Oh I bet he tanned your hide for you"

"No he didn't, but he did look funny", Kylie was smiling at the memory.

"How do you mean, funny?"

Well, he got out of the bed, and he didn't have any clothes on, and his thing
was hanging down, " - this time she was starting to laugh, I had to smile at
the words used, but decided to carry on with the lesson at this point.

"Uh, Kylie I think it's time to use proper words, it isn't a thing, it's a
penis, or dick or cock- there are other words, but I'm not telling you what
they are just yet."

"Okay Uncle Mike. His 'dick' was hanging down, then he looked at me and it
began to get stiff"

"I thought they were stiff all the time, Darren's cock is always stiff." After
saying that she covered her mouth with her hands.  I looked at Becky and asked.

"Was that the secret you told Kylie?" She lowered her head and nodded, "Is
there anything you want me to do?"  She shook her head and then said

"I've got to go! Sorry Kylie I'll see you later" and she got up from the chair
ran to her bike and was out of the gate.  Kylie watched her open mouthed, 

"Oh shiit, I thought listening to you would help her. I'll have to try again
later."

"Is that why you wanted to talk?" She nodded, "and why you were going on about
alcohol?" Another nod, 

"Every time Darren drinks he starts attacking Becky. She says he's be doing it
for two years"

"Why doesn't she tell her parents?"

"She's tried, but they never believe her, they think she's just trying to get
him into trouble"

"How much older is he?"

"'Bout 6 years, he's 16 ya know. That's why she didn't wanna come round 'cause
you're here"

"Because she thinks I'd attack her?"

"Yes, she even has problems with the teachers at school, won't go near some of
the men, she's even afraid of some of the women!"

"Why, I can't see that she would have anything to worry about? At least not
with the female staff?"

"Well her brother said that he'd already had sex with most of them, and they'd
stop Becky from saying anything to people, so she couldn't even talk to them!"

"Do you believe him?"

"No, I think he's frighten that Becky would tell on him. So he's telling her
lies isn't he?"

"Yes I think he is, would Becky talk to me about it?"

"No, I've asked her, but she doesn't think anyone can help her."

"Well in this case don't force her, but don't trust her brother!"

"I don't! And I don't like him! But Uncle Mike, Becky's invited me round for a
sleep over on Wednesday, and I can't say no, can I."

"No you can't. Kylie I want to go to town and buy some stuff."

"Can I stay and watch TV? We haven't got satellite or cable yet." I smiled and
said,

"Yes you can, don't open the door to strangers, and are you sure you'll be able
to use the remote?" On cue she came back with the line from a film.

"I'm a kid, televisions a way of life!"

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Its amazing what you can buy, if you know the right people and can pay out for
it. Looking in the back of an electrical shop, I managed to find wrist sized
two-way radios, with watches in them.  Real Dick Tracy stuff, they could be
tuned to any normal frequency, plus they could put out a homing signal at the
press of a switch, a bit like that tracker system for cars. On a whim I brought
two of them and a base receiver, at least I could keep an ear on Kylie, if not
an eye.

When I got the radios home Sharon was there, with a carrier bag. Kylie was
glued to the television and didn't even notice us. I showed Sharon the
transceivers and the base unit she said something like 'boys and their toys' -
She showed me the contents of the bag, it held two yellow jerseys, a brown
skirt and brown trousers, on the jerseys was written Brownies. I looked into
her eyes and said,

"You'd never fit in those!" She laughed and punched me in the arm, 

"They're for Kylie you idiot.  I've managed to get her into the local Brownies,
and she's expected to be at the church hall tomorrow afternoon.  Mike? Do you
mind if I don't invite you back with me tonight?"

"Not at all Sharon, I think you need time to think things out, don't you?" She
gave a sad smile and nodded.

"Yes, I do. Tell you what, if you meet Kylie from Brownies tomorrow, you can
have tea with us in the afternoon".

"That's sounds fine, what time should I pick Kylie up?" 

"About	 half four. You won't forget will you?"

"I'll engrave it on my arm if you want?"

"No need to go that far, see you tomorrow".  She managed to pull Kylie away
from the television, I showed her the radio, how to set the time on the watch
part, and how to use the transceiver, which she practised until she was sure
how it worked - all of 5 minutes! Kids! I promised her that I'd keep the base
station on all night.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

Late that night the radio came on.

"Uncle Mike, are you there?"

"I'm here Kylie, what's up?"

"Nothing really, I just wanted to say thanks"

"You're welcome Kylie, now get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

"So, mummy said.  Goodnight Uncle Mike."

"Goodnight Kylie."

"I love you Uncle Mike......."

With that voice echoing in my ears I went to sleep.

- 30
_____________________________________________________________

I'm sorry this chapter is a little shorter than the other 3, I find myself on a
time limit. I will be unable to post any more for about a week, sorry
commitments force this on me.  However whenever I am able to I will be writing
more chapters, so may be able to post them in two weeks time.

As with all stories, remember - This is a work of fiction, the people involved
here (with the exception of the author) do not exist. (or maybe they exist but
I don't ;-)  ). All normal disclaimers apply.

Again Thanks to The Troubador, Hopeless Romantic, Deb and Ken.

Oh by the way I notice that the second chapter was called Girl with at bicycle
- sorry finger trouble, my fault not ASSTR's       - Wandering Lanes 

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