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From: wanderinglanes@aol.com (Wandering lanes)
Subject: {ASSM} The Girl With a Bicycle - Part 5 (MF, Mf, slow)
Date: Mon,  6 Aug 2001 23:10:03 -0400
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The Girl With A Bicycle - 5

I woke up disorientated, everything looked normal, so what was wrong? Then I
realised. Sharon wasn't there! I'd only been with her for two night and missing
her already! This couldn't be right. As Becky said 'You can't love her'. But I
seen to be falling, both for her and Kylie.

I found that I'd dressed without knowing it, working on autopilot! I finished
shaving and went downstairs to get breakfast, I looked at my watch. Half eight,
and eight more hours before meeting Kylie at the church hall. Somehow I knew
the time would drag...

Now on a Sunday most people would go to church at Half Ten, but not me, we had
a sort of nodding association, but I reckond that if I did anything 'He or She'
didn't agree with I would soon find out. I wasn't agnostic - just lazy I
suppose - all this is to explain why I didn't attend Church.

So at Ten o'clock I was sitting in my garden when I heard the front door bell
ring.  When I went to answer it I found...  Becky?

"Hello Becky, can I help you, I'm afraid Kylie isn't here, she should be at
home." Becky looked at me - a first - then said,

"Mister, Kylie said you would try to help me?" this was sounding like an
accusation more that a question, but I answered it anyway.

"Becky, If I can help you I will, but don't expect miracles. I will do
everything I can, You just have to say the word.", she considered this.

"Can I come in Mister," Although I didn't mind, from the way she reacted
yesterday I didn't think she really wanted to.

"Becky. My name is Mike, I leave Mr. for my father.  Would you feel better if
we went into the garden, That way the neighbours will be able to keep an eye on
us, without needing to make up stories about me and young, beautiful girls."
She blushed at this,  and then amazingly, actually smiled. - a look and a smile
- I must be doing something right.

She walked to the back gate, I watched her as she entered, then I closed the
front door and made my way through the house to the garden, I made some orange
squash in two glasses as I went through the kitchen, and took them to the
table, Becky was sitting in a chair, I moved one to the opposite side of the
table and sat down, we both drank the orange.

"Look" said Becky, "This thing with Kylie's mom? All you're trying to do is to
get into Kylie's knickers ain't it?"  This was said in a matter of fact type of
voice, no accusations, no anger.

"Why do you say that?" I felt that two could play at that game. She looked into
my face.

"That what all the guys want, a touch, a grope, a shag! Wham bang thanks for
nothing!" Her voice showed that she know all about this, I shook my head.

"Oh Becky, I feel sorry for you. Not everyone is like that, I will say - Yes I
love Kylie, but rape her! forget it," Becky said, in a very low voice

"Kylie would want it!"  I just made out the words, but kept quiet. She
continued "But she still didn't tell me what happened that night, just that she
went into the same bed as you, I suppose you managed to cop a feel?"

"Nope, just went to sleep. I had been making love to Sharon and had tired
myself out. I didn't wake up until the next morning." She looked suspiciouly at
me,

"That's almost what she said, I thought you'd threatened her and made her keep
to that story,"

"Well you've heard the same story from me, what do you think?"  She thought for
a moment.

"You seem to be on the level, what are you? A WIMP?" I smiled at this, 

"Yes, Becky I am. I don't believe in forcing young girls to do what I want.
It's a quick way to get into trouble."  She sipped her orange, thinking. At
that time Kylie's voice came over the radio.

"Uncle Mike, are you there?" Becky rolled her eyes at the 'Uncle Mike' part, I
moved the microphone to my mouth.

"Hello Kylie, I'm here, over"

"Uncle Mike, I'm bored, and I can't find Becky," I quickly looked up at Becky
and mouthed 'can I?', she nodded her head.

"Becky is here with me, do you want to come round? Don't forget you've got
Brownies later today."

"If I can Uncle Mike, Mum's busy and says I'm under her feet."

"That's okay Kylie, I'm not busy, and I could do with a footrest just now."
Becky giggled at this.

"See you soon, Uncle Mike, bye" and with that she signed off.  Becky looked at
me.

"Where did you get that, Mist..., I mean Mi. No I can't just call you that! why
can't I call you Mr. Mike?"

"No reason in the world, If you're comfortable with that, use it. don't call me
wimp too often though!"

She laughed and said, 

"Okay Mr. Mike,  now where did you get that radio from, I've never seen them
before, how do they work." - So for the next few minutes, I explained how they
work, how to use the radio, set the watch and to use the tracker. I then
thought and said 

"Why not play hide and seek with Kylie?"

"How?" I explained if one person set the 'find me' button, the other could use
the tracker. 

"But I ain't got one, Mr. Mike!" I took the radio off my wrist and, after
adjusting the strap, placed it onto Becky's wrist, "Cool!"

Kylie had not arrived so I asked Becky the question I had to ask.

"Becky, is your brother forcing you to have sex with him?"

"If I say yes what are you going to do?"

"I could tell your parents," She shook her head.

"They'd never listen, I tried to tell them, but they believe him more than me."

"Okay I could report him to the police, but that would mean people would find
out, your brother could be taken away, and the social services would be
checking on you until you're sixteen."

"I don't want that, I still like Darren, when he's not been drinking. No don't
tell them!"

"If I don't he could hurt you more, I really think you should let me?" I made
it a question, I tried to put a pleading tone in my voice, She shook her head,
"Okay Becky - I'll leave it for now, but I don't think I should! if you change
your mind let me know, okay?"

"Y..  Yes Mr. Mike. Darren doesn't really want to hurt me, It's just when he
gets drunk, he doesn't know what he's doing, he's always nice to me in the
morning."

I kept quiet, I knew that Darren wouldn't stop, and eventually something would
have to be done, but if I betrayed a trust? No! As much as I would have liked
to report him, the repercussions could be more than Becky and her family could
suffer. When Becky made up her mind, then... 

"Mr. Mike, how will you be able to talk to us, I mean I've got your radio?", I
smiled and said, 

"I've a base station here, tuned to the same frequency, so I can listen in, Oh
yes, remember when you use the radio others can hear you as well, so be careful
what you say to Kylie or me, okay?"

"Duh! I'm not dumb you know! I'm only nine, but still I know a lot!" said with
all the force of a young girl.  Luckly I was saved by Kylie walking into the
garden.

"Hi Uncle Mike, Hi Becky - Watcha doing?" I showed Kylie Becky's wrist, on
which the radio hung and said,

"Arranging your game, Hide and seek, range 3 miles. Be careful where you go.
Private gardens are out of bounds, Time limit - Upto Lunch time, then return to
home.  Understood?"

"Yes Uncle Mike." - "Yes, Mr. Mike." Kylie turned to Becky at this,

"MR. MIKE?, What all this."

"Well he ain't my uncle, and I can't call him Mike. He won't answer to Wimp! so
I'm stuck with Mr. Mike? - isn't that right Mr. Mike?", I was almost laughing
at this explaination,

"Quite correct Becky. Now who's going to hide first, remember don't say where
you are, let the other use the tracker to find you," both girls looked at each
other then back to me, I took a coin out of my pocket. 

"Heads or tails?"

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

For the next hour I was listening to the radio, the girls took to the game with
glee, at 10 to 12 my phone rang.

"Hello Mike? Sharon here,  I'm looking for Kylie - do you know where she is?",
I smiled and told her,

"About 2 miles away, in a North-East direction from me," (I had a tracker on
the base unit), Sharon's voice seemed mystified.

"What have you done, fitted her with a chip?",  I explained what I'd done and
also what she was doing. "Well, if you have a radio, can you tell her it lunch
time, and could you get me one of those things as well, it will save me
shouting for her at times."

I quickly got onto the radio, and following the normal groans of children when
told to do something they don't want to do, manage to report that they were on
their way home, I then added that I'd need to get another unit as well, as I
couldn't see taking Becky's radio away.

The rest of the afternoon went by slowly. I tried to watch T.V., Even on
Satellite the programs on Sunday were rubbish. Finally it was four, I started
out to meet Kylie.

When I arrived at the church hall there was already a group of parents waiting,
I got a couple of strange looks from some neighbours of mine, but I ignored the
looks, and said hello, when I explained that I was picking up my 'neice', a lie
but I couldn't tell them the truth, their manner changed and accepted my
presence there.

At last the herd of yellow topped monsters, okay kids, were surrounding the
poor persons they called Brown, Tawny and Snowy Owls - first,second and third
in command, and they all started to recite;

"I pomise that I will do my best,
  To love my God,
  To serve the Queen, and my country,
  To help other people,
  and to keep the Brownie Guild Law"

Now I began to understand why Kylie was trying to help Becky 'To help other
people' when Kylie ran up to me I hugged her.  She looked up at me, her eyes
questioning - why did you do that?

"To say thank you, and for the times I don't say thank you, okay?", she still
didn't understand, but accepted it.

We walked to Sharon's and I listened to Kylie, running through the Brownies
meeting.  Her sixes group was Gnomes, there were seven people in her sixes? The
terminology was strange, but she seemed to know what she was on about, she
carried on. The Tawny Owl was in charge of her sixes. Her name was Paula
Bryant, she was also a pupil teacher at Kylie's school. The list went on all
the way home.

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

Kylie was still in full flow when we arrived at Sharon's, the table was ready
for tea, a quaint British custom, consisting of Sandwiches, cakes and -you
guessed it - Tea! Most of the food was comsumed by Kylie - where did she put
it? - but there was enough for Sharon and myself.

Kylie went through the same speil, without repeating herself once, to Sharon,
who seemed to understand the terminology better than I. More good news, Camp
was two weeks away, not four. Bad news,  many of the Brownies had noticed
Kylies watch/radio and all were raving about it, looked like I'd need to buy
early before they were sold out.

I was invited to stay after tea, Kylie got out a board game, Monopoly! Well I
hadn't played for sometime, I concentrated on getting the railways and
Utilities, with a smattering of other colours, Kylie managed to get Mayfair and
Park Lane (Purple) with Regent Street (Dark Green). Sharon managed to get the
Red and Yellow's , with the exception of Picadily. In short I lost!
Surrendering everything to a Hotel on Park lane.

Sharon was soon out leaving Kylie as the triumphant winner, who's celebration
was short lived as she was told to have a bath, 

"Oh mum do I have to?" when told yes! She gave a pouting "Can Uncle Mike dry me
off?"

"Well I don't know..." I started to say only to be cut off by Sharon's reply
of,

"Yes he will." I looked at Sharon - who looked back at me and mouthed 'carte
blance', I shook my head slightly, she nodded hers, "You carry on with the bath
and call when you're ready. Uncle Mike will be up then."

She was almost a blur in her haste to the bathroom, as if it was Christmas and
her present was hidden up there.

The sounds of the bath water could be heard gushing into the bath, Sharon
looked up, 

"She always puts too much bubble bath in there, but she enjoys it so much." I
looked at her, 

"Sharon, you know that she expects me to go upstairs and dry her off, I mean
she won't have any clothes on!"

"I should hope not! How can she have a bath fully dressed?"

"You know what I mean! How can you let me?" She laughed and pointed upstairs, 

"Because Kylie asked you to, that's why! A girl who a month ago wouldn't say
two words to anyone, and she's asked you to dry her off, that's all, now go up
there!"  I went.

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

The bathroom was full of steam, the bath full of bubbles, 

"Kylie are you in there?" A giggle from one end of the bath told me she was,
"Are you sure? I mean you're not a bubble monster that's eaten a little girl
are you?"

"Don't be daft Uncle Mike, you'd never let one do that!"

I lowered the seat cover on the loo and sat down, watching the bubbles move
around as Kylie washed herself. Finally her head emerged from its cocoon of
soap.

"Uncle Mike, Becky asked me what happened that night you were in bed with
mummy. I'm afraid I told her."

"So? No harm was done was it?"

"Nooo. But she kept on saying that you must have done something when I was
asleep, that all men want to attack girls and hurt them, she says it was lucky
you weren't drunk or else you'd have taken me there and then," She looked
puzzled for a moment then continued "I don't really know what she meant by
that, I mean you were in bed with mummy, how could you take me anywhere?", I
almost smiled at this, but realised in time that Kylie really didn't know the
phrase.

"Kylie? You know what Darren is doing to Becky when he's drunk?"

"Yes he's having sex with her!"

"No, not really, he is raping her - forcing her to have sex without her
permission, He is taking his pleasure from her without regards to what she
wants. He could end up seriously hurting her, all because he, no one else but
him, want to have fun!"

"So she thought you were having sex with me?"

"With the life she's force to live, she believes everyone is living the same! 
You are showing her that there is a 'normal' world beyond her home., so she has
to question it" Kylie seemed to think for some time

"Do you mind me being friends with Becky?" Now I was puzzled, why should I
mind?

"Kylie, I'm as old, if not older than your mother, you have to have friends
your own age - Are you asking me if I mind you involving Becky in 'our lives'?
The answer is NO! You're doing something you think is right, and you're trying
to help someone, in a way I'm proud of you."

At this Kylie got up in the bath, threw her arms around me and said.

"Thanks, Uncle Mike, oops!" My shirt was soaked, as was my trousers - we both
started laughing., what else could we do.

"Have you finished your bath now?"

"No, I've still got my hair to do, can you wash it for me?" I held out my
hands,

"Okay, you just pass it here and I'll wash it while you dry." She looked at me
and grinned.

"I can't do that, it's attached to my head."

"I could get some scissors and cut it off."  Her hands flew up to cover her
head, throwing more water around at the same time (well this time it was my
fault!)

"Nooo. I like it where it is!" 

"So you'll have to stay in the bath while I wash it, where the shampoo?" She
pointed to a plastic bottle in the form of a fish, it said 'no more tears'
formula - If only we could use it on real life!

I dampened my hand, poured some of the shampoo into my hands, and applied it to
the top of Kylie's head, rubbing in and creating a lather, then moving it down
to the bottom of her hair.

I left it for a few minutes, then rinsed it off, at which Kylie informed me
that it had to be done again.  Once she was satisfied she said,

"Thanks Uncle Mike.  Can you dry me off now?"

"Kylie to do that I'd have to touch you, you realise that!" her eyes shone, or
was that the light reflecting off them?

"That's okay Uncle Mike, I know you're not like Darren," and she raised her
hands to coax me into lifting her out of the bath, well I already was wet, so a
little more didn't matter. I did manage to grab a towel before reaching her,
and I lifted her up then down onto the floor.

I tried to rub her in a clinical manner along the arms, legs and head, making
sure her hair was damp, not dry, then onto her back, patting it dry. Then she
turned round, presenting her front to me. I started to pat her chest, I
couldn't say breasts at her age, or was I trying to convince myself? Keep
control, she's just a child.

I moved the towel lower to between her legs, drying her off, just drying her
body, Concentrate. But my body was starting to betray itself, finish this
quickly!

"Kylie are you dry enough?"

"Ooohh, sorrry Uncle Mike, what did you say?" I looked at her, her eyes were
half closed, and her face flush - her face was damp, but I'm sure I dried... 
Yes I'm stupid! And as soon as I realised this my hand stopped moving.

"Nnnooo Uncle Mike, please keep doing it, I like it!" I was weak. I started
lightly rubbing her at the top of her immature virgina, finding the nub, her
gasp told me I'd got there, so I kept stimulating it, until....

"Wwwhats happening, Uuncle Miiike..  Ooohhh  yesssss!" her body spasmed and she
would have collapsed if I hadn't been there to hold her. When she opened her
eyes again she said.

"Oh, Wow Uncle Mike, what was that? Can you do it again?" I hugged her, then
had to dry her off again, I forgot about my wet shirt, I took it off and dried
myself again.

"What you've just had is call an orgasm, it's caused by rubbing your clitoris,
that's a small 'bump' just at the top of the virgina, it's like my penis, when
you stimulate it the nerves react and causes sensations in the brain related to
sexual matters which brings you, or any woman, to a climax, or orgasm."

"Uncle Mike! don't tell me what it was, can you do it again?" I smiled, 

"I could, but I don't think I'd better, " she whined in protest, 

"That's not fair Uncle Mike!"

"No, it's not fair, but its also sexual molestation, and I have to stop, and
you have to go to bed now." I looked for her nightdress, couldn't see it,
"Where's your nightdress?"

"In my bedroom, where else would it be?"  Where else indeed? I picked the
giggling child up and carried her, head down, into her bedroom, found her
nightdress, dropped her, feet first, onto the floor."

"Hands up," and I dropped the gown over her head, patted her on her bottom, she
climbed into the bed, made a 'come here' gesture, when I went closer, she
grabbed hold of my head, pulled it down and kissed my face,

"Thank you, Uncle Mike, I really do love you, you know!" I said to her

"I do know Kylie, now snuggle down and I'll read to you." I picked up the book,
found the page marker, and started to read.

The ice queen had just turn the christmas party to stone by the time she was
asleep.

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

I went downstairs to find Sharon smiling at me.

"Why Mike, no shirt - what have you been doing?"

"I really didn't mean to do it, honestly Sharon!"

"You mean you actually.... " I cut her off

"No! I didn't rape her. I did make her climax though!" she looked at me,

"Did you force her?"

"NO! I didn't, when I realised what I was doing I was going to stop, but she
asked me to carry on, I'm sorry Sharon I was too weak to stop myself."

"She asked you, and you're sorry you did it? Mike I don't know what I'm going
to do with you!" - She was smiling at this, I was getting confused! 

"Mike, I have to talk to you." Her tone of voice had changed, but I didn't
notice it.

"Yes, I'll leave her alone next time." A shocked reply

"No you bloody well won't!" I looked up about to answer when she carried on,
"Mike, we need to talk about US! I woke up today and felt alone! Something was
missing! - You! I don't know what's happened to me, us, but I don't think I
like the feeling again, it was bad when I lost Paul, but it felt worst when you
weren't there!"

I reached over to her and hugged her, the hug developed into a embrace, then we
kissed, she broke off.

"I can't... Not today. I've got to get to work early tomorrow, and even with
the pain, if you stay tonight, I'd be late tomorrow," I understood the reason,
although I didn't agree with it.

"We don't have to do anything!"  She smiled,

"But we would anyway! No Mike, perhaps in a couple of day's time, once I get
settled in the job, okay?" I thought about it,

"Not really. But alright, I just wring out my shirt and then go home, or should
I walk out of here, with wet trousers and without my shirt?"  Sharon laughed
and looked up to me.

"I've got some clothing of Paul's that should fit you." She ran upstairs and
came back a few minutes later with a shirt and trousers and gave them to me.

They were slightly tight, but fitted. I kised Sharon again, then smiled, she
looked at me quizzicaly, I responded,

"You know Kylie is going to be disappointed with us!"

"Why?"

"Because for the second night, you'll be on your own!" She laughed at this, 

"Well she was used to me being alone for the past few months, another couple of
days won't hurt her." I had to agree.

And so I left their house and made my way to my own.

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

While I was getting ready for bed the radio came to life.

"Uncle Mike?" - I picked up the microphone.

"Yes Kylie."

"You could have stayed here with us you know!" I smiled at the veiled
suggestion

"I know Kylie, but your mother has to get to work tomorrow, and needs her
sleep." - a different voice came over the airwaves,

"yeah, and if he'd stayed she'd have no sleep at all!"

"Becky! How dare you say that about Uncle Mike!"

"Well, it would have been so, wouldn't it Mr. Mike."

"Girls, I refuse to answer the question, espeically over the air like this, now
you two go to sleep, I'll probably see you tomorrow, Goodnight"

"Goodnight wimp!" - "Goodnight Uncle Mike."  And the airwaves went silent for
the night.

-30

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-comments from the author.
 
  Normal disclaimers apply. The author does not condone sexual acts with
children AT ANY TIME OR IN ANY FORM.

  The characters in this story are fictious - although some situations may be
based on true life (not mine I'm glad to say)

- more comments - For those of you wanting vivid graphic scenes with Kylie and
Mike, sorry but as Becky say's  He a wimp!  The Monopoly board used was the
British version which uses London Street names, please use your regional
variations if you want.

  Thanks to ASSTR for allowing me to beg for space on their FTP site, I'm now
in the authors section. I may be posting the stories in HTML form soon, if the
feedback is favourable (Please don't look for a web site, I'm too lazy to keep
it upto date).

 More chapters to follow.

  Wandering Lanes   (wanderinglanes@aol.com)

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