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From: wanderinglanes@aol.com (Wandering lanes)
Subject: {ASSM} The Girl With A Bicycle - 10 (MF, MFgg, slow)
Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2001 00:10:02 -0400
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he Girl With a Bicycle - Part 10
By Wandering Lanes 

Story codes  (MF, MFgg, slow)

We were getting ready for dinner, well, I say we, Kylie and Becky were working
on the table, Sharon was in the kitchen, moaning about my lack of fresh
vegetables, I'm a single man - if it doesn't come out of the freezer I don't
cook it.

I was sitting in an armchair relaxing. 

The doorbell rang, I went to answer it, standing on the doorstep were two men,
DC Nichols and Richard? - Nichols started the ball rolling by saying,

"Mr. Moore, I trying to locate Rebecca Smith," I opened the door wider and
beckoned them in.

"Well she's in here, if you'll go through to the dining room." The two entered,
as Richard passed me I looked at him and mouthed 'what's all this about?' he
raised a placating hand and quickly shook his head, while smiling - I wasn't
sure what was about to happen, I followed them into the Dining room.

Both girls stopped their playing and Becky started to look apprehensive, Sharon
came in from the kitchen wiping her hands, I made the introductions.

"Girls you know Mr. Nichols and Richard, Detective Sergeant Nichols this is
Sharon Williams, Kylies mother, as I was looking after the girls today she
decided to make dinner for us here," Nichols nodded to Sharon

"Mrs. William, I suppose you've been told what when on at the station today." -
with all the fuss of getting Becky dressed in a skirt, taking the first tablet
- which tasted bitter according to her - and getting ready for dinner, we'd had
no time to really tell Sharon the 'fun' we'd had.

DS Nichols started the story - halfway through Sharon had to sit down, as she
was laughing so much, 

"You really thought that Mike would? That he could. . ?" She looked at me and
burst into more laughter - I didn't know whether to be happy or feel insulted.
Then he had to explain about the doctor's examination, as she heard about that
she looked at both girls and held out her arms to them.

"I should have been with you two," and she hugged them close to her, then she
realised something, "Becky? Was this the same doctor who. . ?" Becky nodded her
head.

"Yes Aunt Sharon, she was very sorry. I liked her, when she wasn't hurting me!"
Sharon turned to Nichols,

"Now Detective Sergeant Nichols, why have you come here?"

"To apologise on behalf of the Police to Mr. Moore and Miss Williams and Miss
Smith, it appears that an injustice was committed against you all.  Pending
further investigations by the Police Complaints Authority you will be in line
for compensation, which will have to be worked out by others, so I can't say
how much that will be." He turned to Becky, "Rebecca..." She cut him short with

"My name is Becky, only Darren called me Rebecca, I hate that name!" the venom
was almost visible, Nichols nodded,

"Becky, we questioned Darren about last night, and his statement was completely
different," Becky opened her mouth about to start when Nichols held up his
hand, "But from the report of the officers who were at the scene, Kylies
statement, and yours, it was obvious that he wasn't telling the truth. Then
following the medical examination, and the proof it gave us, he finally gave us
the version we expected, not quite the truth I'm sure.  He's going up against
the bench tomorrow, you and Kylie will not be expected to attend, its only an
arraignment, to set the date for the court case, he shouldn't get bail, but if
he does it will be with strict conditions.  Don't worry we will ensure that he
won't get anywhere near you. If he does then contact the police straight away,
do you understand?" Becky nodded her head, then looked up at Nichols and said.

"I'll call Mr. Mike first, I know he'll always help me!" She walked over to me
sat on my lap, and hugged me, Sharon looked at Nichols and said,

"Do you still think Mike could hurt these girls?" Nichols shook his head,

"When they came back from lunch today, you could see how much they loved him,
and he cared for them, that decided me." Sharon then pestered him, 

"Then why did you carry on with the examination?" Nichols looked embarrassed,

"My colleague had convinced our superiors that there was a chance that Mr.
Moore was a good actor. We since learnt that my colleague was a buddy of
Darren's, that's why he's currently suspended, pending the investigation I
mentioned," He stood up, shook my hand, "Goodbye Mr. Moore, I hope we can meet
again, in more pleasant situations." I agreed with that, and showed Nichols out
of the house.

Richard was still in the dining room, shaking his head,

"Frank's got a lot of problems now, it seems that Jones is involved in more
that fabricating evidence against you, Mike, he's also involved in the fraud
case." He looked at us all. "I shouldn't be telling you this, so please don't
repeat it." He leaned back in his seat and started to speak.

"The insurance company that's involved in this appears to be a front for a
local crime syndicate.  But where they are able to cope with small payments,
the larger ones are becoming an embarrassment to them.  They don't have the
internal backing to pay up. On checking them with Company's House, they belong
to the Federation of Insurance Brokers, although their fees are behind they are
still, at this time classed as members." He looked at Sharon, "This is good
news for you and the others, Sharon, as the Federation underwrites any policies
issued by their members, and when this breaks, and it will, they will have to
step in.

"In order to delay payments, they 'convinced' several police officers to take
statements, and use these to confuse matters. The 'witness', is the same
person, the addresses used are non-existent, and so we can't follow them up, so
the case is left open. That is until the witness can be located and
re-questioned.

"Thanks to DC Jones, that's Frank's colleague, we now know who the woman is,
but we've yet to catch her. We know they're worried, that firebomb incident
shows how careless they are.  But we are very close."  A question was puzzling
me.

"How did you know DC Jones was involved?" Richard laughed.

"Well, it was indirectly due to you!" Seeing my face he continued. "When DC
Jones picked up the file on Paul Williams he went directly to my desk and
picked it up! I had about ten files there, all the same, but he knew exactly
where it was! After they put Darren back into the cells, we had a word with
Jones, he admitted his involvement and he started naming others."

"Well, at least we have something to thank Darren for." I said, and found
myself receiving a punch on my arm from Becky, who said.

"Well I'm not going to thank him, not after what he gave me!" Richard looked at
her, and asked.

"What did he give you?" As Becky was opening her mouth, I said,

"Two years of hell..." Becky closed her mouth, realising what she WAS going to
say, and nodded. Richard's face fell,

"So I hear, don't worry Becky. I think you're in good hands here." This time
Becky was hugging my arm and said.

"Yes, I know!"

Richard got up, looked around and said.

"This looks like a good old fashioned family group, the way a family should
be." I laughed and added,

"Except here you have three different groups of people, just getting ready for
dinner." He smiled,

"You should consider yourself lucky." As he left I though 'I do, I do indeed'
and returned to the dining room.

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

After the two visitors the dinner was a quiet affair, we were all wrapped up in
our thoughts. Reflecting on the day, I was concentrating on what could have
happened, visions of spending the night in a prison cell, all due to Darren,
yet here I was eating dinner, with a wonderful woman and two delightful
children, but none of them mine.

I was starting to get maudlin when I realised there was an expectant silence, I
looked up and all eyes were on me, now what had I missed?

"Okay, I give up, what was said? Because I wasn't listening." They all laughed
at me, Sharon took pity on me.

"The girls were asking if they could have a bath?" I had to shake my head, 

"Sorry girls, but I don't think it's a good idea for both of you to share a
bath, I'm afraid Darren has ruined that for a couple of weeks." They started to
drop their eyes, so I added, "But there's nothing stopping you from having a
shower." Both sets of eyes were looking at me, then they switched to Sharon who
looked at me, I nodded, and then added, 

"But not just yet, I'm an old man and need to let the food settle first, why
don't you watch TV for a bit." With replies of  'Yes, Uncle Mike' and 'Okay Mr.
Mike' both girls left the table and made for the living room, I helped Sharon
with the washing up.

"Mike, why couldn't they have a bath?" I shook my head,

"I'm just being careful, I don't know if this chyma-whatever is transferable in
a bath. But I don't want to take a risk, a least this way the water won't have
chance to enter too far into their bodies, and unless they touch each other
sexually, they should be safe." Understanding showed in her eyes, then she
remembered Monday.

"Mike, I touched Becky, brought her to several climax's, does this mean I could
have . . ." I held her, and answered honestly.

"I don't know! Did you lick her, or your fingers after you touched her?" She
shook her head,

"I . . . I . . . I can't remember, Oh Mike, this means that we can't, can't. ."
I held her shoulders, 

"Yes. We. Can!" She looked at me, shaking her head, I continued "If there is
anything wrong then we'll face it together," still shaking her head, she
smiled,

"That almost sounded like a proposal. But I'll take it without obligation, and
without pressure." I had to think at that. - Yes it did, but why propose to a
person I've known for nearly a week, no it was a week. One whole week since I
met Kylie for the second time, I smiled, kissed Sharon on the cheek, and
carried on with the washing up.

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

We entered the living room to find the two girls in full flow, chattering away,
Kylie turned to us and said,

"Mummy, I've told Becky about Brownies. Her mum and dad wouldn't let her join,
they didn't think she would behave herself."  - Translation, Darren had
convinced them - "But I think she would have fun, can't we get her to join?"
Sharon looked interested, then frowned.

"I don't think we can do anything, Becky's parents have to agree, she can't
just turn up, there are lots of things she'll need." I came in with,

"But there'll be no harm in asking her parents if they'll agree to Becky
joining the Brownies, or Guides."  Becky shook her head.

"They'd never agree, the last time I asked I was told it was a waste of money. 
Darren told them it was expensive, anything I wanted to do I couldn't!" I went
to her and hugged her - I'm getting used to this - Sharon joined us then Kylie.

"Becky, remember, Darren was trying to protect himself, the more places you
went to, the more likely you'd say something that would give him away.
Eventually your parents will realise this, but you'll have to put up with them,
I know that will be hard, they'll blame you at first," she looked up at me, and
frowned, "I know, it isn't fair, but you do know you can come either to Aunt
Sharon or myself don't you?" She nodded her head, 

"But I don't think they'd want me to talk to you on the phone!" I tweaked her
nose, 

"Who said anything about the phone," I raised her arm, and pointed to the wrist
radio.  "Just talk into this, and we'll be listening," I took a deep breath
through my nose, and said, "I think somebody needs washing!  Upstairs both of
you, you need a shower!"

Becky and Kylie disentangled themselves from Sharon and myself and rushed to
the stairs, Becky was undoing buttons as she ran.

Sharon started laughing at the sight, as the two girls disappeared through the
door,

"I've never seen kids wanting to get washed so badly before," I whispered into
her ear, her eyes widened. "You really think so . . ." I nodded. "But, Becky?"

"Just rub her, there no real need to go further is there?" She thought, and
then said.

"But what about . . ." I stopped her,

"If your that worried I've got some antiseptic soap you can use afterwards, now
come on I think they're waiting for us." 

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

As we left the room, we found a trail of clothing, Becky's dress, Kylie's
Skirt, a shoe, then on the stairs a different shoe, halfway up the stairs the
remaining shoes and two pairs of socks - we decided they must have stopped here
for a moment - at the top of the stairs Kylies' tee-shirt was lying forlornly
on the carpet, near the door to the bathroom were two pairs of knickers along
with two radios and lastly just by the door itself was a sanitary pad. Sharon
held it by a wing and looked at me. I looked back.

"It was so she didn't get her underwear stained." She opened her mouth to say
'Oh', and then kissed me on the cheek, throwing the pad into a bin, we then
entered the bathroom.

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

We walked into a room that was thoroughly sodden.

The shower was in full flow, however the shower curtain - which should have
held the water in the bath - was undrawn, and the loaded weapon, the shower,
was firing water at any target, including myself and Sharon.

We were soaked, and the two giggling girls trying to control the spray were
having fun, then they saw us.  The showerhead was dropped to the bath Sharon
and I looked at each other, water dripping off us, I winked at Sharon, she
nodded, we both put scowls on our faces, and turned to the girls.

"You naughty children, making all this mess!  What are we going to do to you?
This from Sharon

"Look at this mess, it's going to take some time for you to clean it up!  No
there's nothing for it we're going to have to punish you!" and we approached
the two cowering girls,

"I'm sorry mummy, we were just having fun" from Kylie and, 

"Oh Mr. Mike, we didn't mean to make a mess, please don't be angry"

"Angry! I'll show you angry, I'm so angry that. I. Am. Going. To...." I
couldn't help myself - I burst into laughter. "Tickle the life out of the both
of you," Sharon added, 

"No you're not, I'm going to help you." The girls started to cry out as our
hands approached then and started to dig between their ribs, starting them
giggling, then laughing, after some time Becky said,

"Please, please, no more, please stop, or I'm going to, to, OH no." as a stream
of urine started to flow, "Ow, that hurts" We stopped immediately and hugged
the young girl,

"Oh Becky, I'm sorry, I should have stopped" And I was sorry, I'd forgotten her
problem and its side effect.

"Don't worry Mr. Mike - I was enjoying it - but I just couldn't stop myself,
anyway if I really wanted you to stop I would have said teapot, wouldn't I?"
The Kylie added,

"Yes, we were having fun you know," she looked down into the bath, her hand
moved, "Oh, and err. Uncle Mike," I looked at her, she raised her hand with the
showerhead, still spouting water, and pointed it at me

What could I do? Really turn angry? Rant and Rave at the young girl?  True I
could have done, but then I realised what was happening here. They are
children! Both of them have suffered to some degree, forced into trying to be
something else, why spoil it for them?

I grabbed hold of Kylie and turned her slightly, she was still holding the
showerhead, and the water went all over Sharon, turned her again, and now Becky
was the recipient of a drenching, then back to me, this time I raised her up so
that the water sprayed into my face.

"There," I said, "now we're all wet, and you know whose fault that is?" They
shook their heads, and like some novel detective I said, "The culprit is KYLIE,
lets get her." I held her as Sharon and Becky both started their tickle attack.

After a short time Kylie was overcome by the tickling, she had to submit by
saying,

"Dinosaur, Please DINOSAUR," both Sharon and myself stopped, but Becky
continued, "Becky, please dinosaur, please stop." I put my arms around Becky
holding her so that she couldn't continue,

"Oh please Mr. Mike, let me carry on." I whispered in her ear,

"Why? Do you want to be like Darren?"  This stopped her, "He didn't want to
stop when you begged him to did he?" She shook her head, yes that was how
Darren was,

"Oh Kylie, I'm sorry, I didn't think, I just wanted to keep on tickling you, I
didn't think of how you were feeling, will you forgive me?" Kylie reached out
to Becky and hugged her,

"Of course I forgive you Becky. You're my bestest friend, besides Uncle Mike,
of course!"

"Well now that's all settled, why don't you both get washed", I let Sharon know
where there were dry towels - all the ones in here were wet for some reason - I
got a damp flannel and started to soap it up.

Grabbing Kylie first I rubbed the flannel over her face down to her neck,
dampen the flannel more, add soap, rub to a lather, then apply to arms, back,
legs. Dampen again, round to the front, up the legs, around the torso - missing
the junction of her legs, rinsing her off. Now for the main part - for Kylie
that is.

Ensuring the flannel had a lot of soap I started to aim for her slit, cleaning
it, then teasing the small nub at the top, exciting her, pleasing her,

"Oohhh! Uncle Mike, that's nice, oh yes, more please, yes, yes, yesssss, " she
closed her eyes, and started to fall back, Sharon grabbed hold of her, just as
Kylie started to cum, I rinsed her off using the shower, the water hitting her
slit and clit sending her over the edge into ecstasy. Then I let Sharon take
her and start drying her off.

I then approached Becky, and did the same to her, but as I started to clean her
vagina she backed away,

"No Mr. Mike, I don't want you to get it. I'll do it, please pass the soap,"
and she held out her hand, I shook my head.

"Its alright Becky, I'll wash my hands later with some special soap, but you
need this..." I moved the flannel closer then, using it, soaped up her slit,
cleaning it, and then concentrated on her pleasure spot, Sharon and Kylie
watched as Becky responded.

"No, please Mr. Mike, you really don't, don't... have to . . . to . . .
yyyeeeessss, yyeess. Oh, Mr. Mike.  Mister . . . Mister. . .  Miikkeeeee." She
was overwhelmed by the emotion, her legs buckled, I held her and then applied
the shower to rinse her off, lifted her up, and wrapped her in a towel.

Sharon and I concentrated on drying the two limp girls, as well as ourselves,
carrying them into 'their' bedroom, dressing them in their nightclothes - again
a nightdress for Kylie and pyjamas for Becky - and then depositing them into
the bed, where they fell asleep.

"Mike, I know what you said to Becky about the soap, I may be daft, but please
could you wash your hands." I shook my head, and led Sharon from the bedroom
into the bathroom again, I took the bottled soap from a cupboard, pumped the
solution into my palms, and thoroughly scrubbed my hands.

"Sharon, you're not daft - you're right! This is a case of what you can't see
may hurt you. Becky's going to be constantly worried that she's going to infect
us all, we have to show her that we can take precautions, and still have fun." 
Sharon smiled,

"Well if we make sure we're dry, can we go to bed and have some of our own
fun?" This time she took my hand and let me to my bedroom, where we stripped
off our sodden clothing, and laid together on the bed.

"Darling, can you make love to me?" Sharon was looking at me as she asked this
question. I nodded, my hands moving to caress her face, my lips following the
path of my hands, from the top of her breasts I move around the outside of
both, to underneath, and raised them both up kissing the very tips of her
nipples, feeling them hardening at each touch.

I stopped at these peaks of arousal, trying to make them harder than ever
before, Sharon started to gasp in pleasure. My hands start their journey
further down her body, leaving my lips behind.

I found her clit, and started to agitate it, ramping up her enjoyment, building
her up, and up until 

"OH GOD, Paul, PAU-IKE, PAUL! MIKE! OH GGOOODDDDDD!!!" At least this time I had
equal billing, She really was in love with Paul. I let her relax, and we both
fell asleep - the happening of the past day had really been too much.

I came too, feeling a pair of lips on me, well low down on me in fact, as I
'stirred' and looked down I saw Sharon's eyes looking up at me, she took me out
of her mouth,

"Do you have any idea how long I been working at this?" I smiled,

"Oh. Several years I would think, to get that good!" She gave a nasty smile,

"Do you want to consider that statement, remembering where I am, and what I
could do?" I glanced further down at where her hands were, gave an audible
'gulp' then sad

"Did I say anything wrong? I'm always disorientated when I wake."  She smiled
again, this time a laughing smile, and said.

"Quite a good answer, almost gets you off, but I need to get on!" She started
to position herself, then stopped.

"Oh God Mike, I nearly forgot, If I didn't remember in time I could have . .
.." She looked at me, "Mike have you got any condoms?" So that was it, I
thought for a moment and reached into a bedside cabinet and produced a foil
packet. Sharon took it from me, opened it and started to unroll it over my
cock.

Then she looked down at me, smiled again, impaled herself with a small groan,

"It doesn't feel the same," I agreed with that, although she was so close to
me, I couldn't feel her, she started to move up and down, then said.

"Mike, I can't do this, but I want you soo much, could you please take me," she
laid down on my body, I rolled over, took most of my weight on my arms and
legs,

"Ready?" I said, she nodded and I started to move, trying to give her as much
pleasure as I could. She moaned and shivered underneath me.
 
I was getting close, and I think Sharon was even closer, when I heard
whispering from the door,

"He's over her this time, the last time I saw them she was on top!" I
recognised Becky's voice, then Kylie's answering

"They've done it several ways, I think he even licked her down there,"

"yuck!" I looked up and said,

"If you're going to watch, please don't make comments - it annoys the actors on
stage! Now either come in and be quiet or go to bed and sleep." Another
whispered conversation from the doorway, then the two girls entered both
undressed except for Becky who was wearing navy blue knickers with white
showing at the legs. I looked at her, she pointed at Sharon,

"Mr. Mike, don't you think you should finish first?" I laughed out loud, I was
being given instructions by a nine-year-old.

"Thank you teacher, I'll get you an apple later." To be honest I had gone off
the boil so to speak, and was starting again from scratch. I heard a gasp from
Becky as I withdrew and re-entered Sharon, and a loud whisper

"There's something wrong with his . . . his cock. I think I've done something
to it." As I started to get into the rhythm I heard

"Teapot, Mr. Mike, TEAPOT!" I stopped and looked at Becky, 

"What's up Becky, I'm not hurting you?"

"No, but Mr. Mike, I think your cock may be infected, look it's all wrong!" For
a moment I panicked, then realised WHAT was wrong. I laughed out loud, then I
heard Sharon laughing as well, Becky looked at both of us in shock, I stopped
laughing and withdrew from Sharon.

"You see Mr. Mike it's not right, it's all . . . Hey that's not you, it's
something else!" She took a closer look, "It's a bag, and it's all round your
cock. Why?" The heat of passion was cleared, and I was starting to feel tired
out.

"That Becky is called a condom, its to prevent my semen from entering Sharon,
it also stops any other fluid from touching Sharon, and also stops any fluid
from Sharon from touching me, so apart from preventing pregnancies it also
helps to stop diseases from being passed from one person to another."  She
nodded at my explanation, and then said.

"Oh well, that's okay then, you can carry on." Sharon and I looked at each
other, and then Sharon said.

"Becky, I been hyped up twice, without relief, and I'm worn out?" at Becky's
snigger. She laughed and said, "I didn't mean like that!" Kylie still looked
puzzled, so I whispered to her.

"What happens to something that is rubbed a lot?" She shrugged her shoulders, I
continued "It wears away" her mouth opened in a 'O' then she started to laugh.

"You mean mummy been worn away by you?" I nodded, "Well she seems to enjoy it!"
this set us all off. 

When we finally calmed down I looked at the two girls, 

"I thought we put you two to bed, why are you up?" Becky looked down at the
floor and said.

"I heard a noise, I thought Darren was in the house, I got scared." Then Kylie
piped up with, 

"She woke me, and I started to get scared, so we"

"Both got up and"

"Came to find you!" I'm starting to hear them both - 'stereo'. I said,

"Okay, I get the message, do you want to say the night?" both heads nodded,
Sharon and I moved the covers and both girls jumped in, "Nothing's going to
happen tonight, except sleep, so goodnight."

With three voices saying goodnight we all settled down to sleep.

-30

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A Note from the author - This story is one of complete fiction, this means that
the people, places and everything else IS NOT REAL! Also Sex with children is
wrong, and is rightly against the law, DO NOT ATTEMPT THIS IN REAL LIFE!

- General words - Oh boy, this chapter has been difficult to write, not the
action, but finding the time to complete it.  Further posts may be slow in
appearing, but rest assured I will be carrying on with this.

- I must thank all those who have written to me at wanderinglanes@aol.com I
will try to answer all emails sent. I, like the other authors at asstr, rely on
your comments and encouragements, so please write, or make a donation to asstr.

Wandering Lanes

 21st August 2001.

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