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Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} New Story: Minding the Girls 01  (mf, mg)
Date: Tue,  6 Nov 2001 23:10:12 -0500
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{The Paganist} Minding the Girls 01  (mf, mg)


     This story is fiction.  Agatha Christie didn't commit a
chain of grisly murders and I don't do these things.  If you
can't tell the difference between fantasy and the real world
then you shouldn't read this.

     If you aren't old enough, bold enough or strong enough
to be in this group, then DON'T READ THIS!  Go away.  Visit
another group.  Leave us alone.  If you do read this and
find yourself getting uncomfortable, that's your problem.

     I would appreciate any feedback on this story, even flaming
(at least you've taken the trouble to download the story
and read it).

          The Paganist  (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk)



                      Minding the Girls

                       by The Paganist


                         Chapter 1

                      The Beginning

     Elaine came rushing into my bedroom calling my name and something
about mum and hospital.  I tried to wake up fast - the little girl was
obviously saying something important.

     Elaine was my next-door neighbours eldest daughter.  We were all very
close and always helped each other.  We were more like family than
neighbours, probably because neither of us had any other family.

     My parents had died when I was five and I was raised by my big
brother (he was 18 then).  John was killed in a car accident two years ago.

     Susie was 27, blond and very good-looking with blue eyes.  She helped
me a lot when John died.  She had two girls- Elaine, twelve and Collette,
ten.  Elaine was short for her age being about 4'6", slim but with a figure
starting to develop.  Her sister Collette was already taller than Elaine but
was a little heavier set with no figure to speak of.

     I managed to force myself awake and realised something must be very
wrong.  Grabbing my shorts and glasses I tried to put them on as I rushed
next door with Elaine in tow.  If you've ever tried this you'll know the
result.

     After picking myself up the second time I waited till I'd got them on
before dashing on again.

     I knew that Susie had not been well lately but I wasn't prepared for
the
reality of her appearance.  To say she looked like death was an
understatement.

     Now fully awake I asked what she needed me to do.

     "I've got to go to hospital.  Would you mind the girls?"  She asked.

     "Of course don't worry about a thing."  I said.  I'd looked after the
girls
a few times before and enjoyed their company.  I'd always felt as if they
were more like sisters than neighbours but about 6 months ago Susie told
me that she thought Elaine had a crush on me.  Whatever the truth we
always enjoyed ourselves when we were all together.

     The arrangements here will seem very strange to most people so I'd
better explain things a little more.

     Susie had lived next door as long as I could remember.  Since there was
a fairly big age difference I can't say we grew up together but we were
always close.  Susie's parents had died a long time ago, leaving the house
to her and an insurance payout that just kept her going if she was careful.
She was only 14 when Elaine was born and she refused to tell who the
father was.  Collette was born two years later.  She still refused to say
who
the father was.

     Although young she was the model mother and doted on her girls.

     When my parents died they left the house to John and me.  After the
funeral expenses were paid there wasn't much left over but since John was
doing quite well as a company rep. money wasn't too short and we
managed.

     The houses were semi-detached and we used to help each other out.
Sometimes Susie would look after me to help John and sometimes we
would look after the girls to help Susie.

     After a short while we were practically all living together as one
family.

     The great joke was that we both had the same surname but since Jones
is a fairly common name I suppose it wasn't that surprising.

     The doorbell brought me back to reality, I realised that I'd been
dozing.


     Elaine opened the door and in came the doctor.  After a brief
examination during which we were all chased from the room the doctor
confirmed that she had to go straight to hospital.

     I asked her what things she wanted packed and Elaine and I did our
best to make sure that she had all she needed.

     Almost before we were finished the ambulance arrived and off she
went.

     Just as we returned to the house Collette came down and asked what
was going on.  I told her that her mother had to go to hospital but not to
worry and that I'd be looking after her and Elaine.  I was watching for the
reaction to this news but there wasn't any.  This bothered me far more than
if she'd burst into tears!

     "Where would you like to sleep tonight?" I asked hoping to ease the
bad feeling that the little girl's non-reaction had given me.

     "With you!" they both said in unison then laughed.

     "Okay grab what you need for tonight and we'll sort the rest out
tomorrow." I said.

     Five minutes later we were back in my house and I was making up the
double bed for them.  I saw them into bed and waited till they fell asleep.
I still had that uneasy feeling and it was getting worse as time passed.

     Needless to say I didn't get any sleep.  Each time I dozed that uneasy
feeling came right back and worst of all I couldn't put my finger on what
was bothering me.

     In the morning I felt terrible.  I need my 8 hours sleep every night
and
when I don't get it I feel lousy.

     I phoned the hospital at 9am and got the inevitable "are you the
husband or relative" and made the mistake of telling the truth - they
wouldn't give me any information!

     Having realised my mistake I resolved to phone again at 6pm to ensure
that I got a different person.

     A few minutes after putting the phone down the girls came downstairs
together.  They seemed quiet but okay.

     "What would you like for breakfast?" I asked

     "Toast please" said Elaine "I'll get it."

     "Me too." said Collette.

     "Can I get you anything?" asked Elaine.

     "No thanks... I'll just have a coffee."

     "I'll get it for you."

     There seemed to be an element of walking on eggshells about them this
morning.  It only exacerbated that uneasy feeling that I already had.

     Trying to put the feeling to rest I asked if they'd like to go to the
beach
today.  They both turned on beaming smiles and said 'yes'.

     After breakfast we all quickly washed and dressed and grabbed our
swimwear and towels.  The girls wore short skirts and tops while I was
wearing shorts and a tee shirt - my usual.

     As I drove to the beach I noticed that the girls were again quieter
than
usual.

     Suddenly a thought struck me and I felt like kicking myself for an
idiot.
They were obviously worried about their mum.  I told them that there was
nothing to worry about - she'd be home soon.  They both smiled at me but
said nothing.

     At the beach I managed to hire a beach hut for the day.  I hoped that I
might get some sleep while the girls were swimming.

     After we'd changed, the girls went for a swim and I relaxed in a chair
and was soon asleep.

     I awoke about two hours later to find the sky had clouded over and it
had started to rain.  The girls were talking very quietly in the hut
alongside
me.  Thinking that they were probably trying not to wake me I made sure
they knew I was awake with a loud yawn and a stretch.

     I was feeling much better but more than a little cold.

     I realised that the rain was set in for the day and suggested that they
get
changed while I run down and get burgers and coffee all round.  They
cheerfully accepted this so off I went.

     After around two minutes I realised that my wallet was still in my
shorts and so I went back to the hut.  I knocked on the door and called to
tell them that I'd have to come in to get my wallet.  Elaine called 'okay'
so
I went in.

     What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks.  Both girls were standing
stark naked drying themselves off with the towels.  The situation was
made worse because I was so surprised that all I could do is try and think
of something to say to cover my embarrassment.  Needless to say I
couldn't think of anything.  All I did in fact was gawk, which of course
made me even more embarrassed when I realised what I was doing.

     Elaine came to my rescue by saying "whoops ... sorry I forgot" and
giving me a brief smile.

     Exactly what she was sorry for, or what she forgot, I don't know but it
broke the spell and I looked into the corner where my shorts and wallet
were.

     Retrieving my wallet I beat a hasty retreat to the burger stall.

     When I returned to the hut both girls were dressed.  Of course I was
soaked and freezing from the rain.  The girls offered to help me get dry but
I quickly declined.  I wrapped myself in a towel and we started on the food
and coffee.

     Both girls seemed to be more at ease now and were talking and
giggling and they'd both climbed on the chair with me.  Collette was
sitting on my lap and after a little of her squirming I had a 'problem'.

     Suddenly she stopped and looked as if there was something wrong.
Then she announced, "I gotta pee."

     There was a bowl in the corner for washing up, so I suggested that she
use that and I'd dispose of it outside later.

     She shrugged and pulled it out and then lifted her skirt and squatted
over the bowl.  She wasn't wearing any panties.

     This didn't help my problem at all!

     I tried to look away but in the confines of the hut that wasn't easy
and
she seemed to go on for ages - she must have been storing it all day!

     As soon as Collette had finished Elaine said that she needed it too.
Yes
you've guessed she wasn't wearing any either and she spent quite a while
easing her bladder.

     By the time Elaine had finished, 'my problem' was reaching
monumental proportions and the sound effects of two girls emptying very
full bladders had the effect of reminding me that mine was pretty full.

     I told the girls to turn around while I used the bowl and they both
faced
the wall.

     Removing my swimming trunks I realised that with 'my problem' there
was no way I could point it into the bowl.

     My bladder was starting to get painful.  I tried kneeling and bending
over the bowl and must have groaned with discomfort.

     Suddenly Elaine was standing there watching and asking if I was okay.
Before I could say anything Collette was standing alongside her with
mouth open and a look of amazement on her face.  After an "OH WOW!"
from Collette Elaine realised what the problem was and said "It's okay
mum told us all about it. I know what to do!"

     In the few seconds that it took for these events to happen (seconds
that
seemed to last for years) I was visualising charges of child molesting,
indecent exposure not to mention a very unhappy mother whose girls I
was supposed to be minding.

     This would of course normally have cured the 'problem' however I was
also visualising the two very nubile young girls that had been standing
naked in front of me only 30 minutes ago and the squirming and 'no
panties'.  The 'problem' was worse that ever.

     Now of course there's a rule that applies in these circumstances.  Just
when you think that things can't get worse they do!

     Elaine reached out to take 'my problem' in hand when Collette beat her
to it!

     Now I'm sure that most people would have been able to handle this
situation and recover control.  Unfortunately since we all lived out in the
sticks (our nearest neighbour lived about half a mile away) and also I'd
never worked I'd never had a girlfriend...  Yes at the age of 19 I was still
a
virgin...  Of course I'd fantasised about girls but since the only girls
that I
really knew lived next door the selection was a bit limited.

     Collette started stroking 'my problem' when Elaine chipped in with "not
like that silly." and placing one hand underneath replaced her sisters hand
with her other hand taking a more leisurely pace.  Collette announced that
she had a better idea and started to 'kiss the problem better.'  Not to be
outdone by her younger sister Elaine pushed me onto my back and
announced that she'd do it properly.  Skimming off her skirt she stood
astride me.

     This was too much!

     This was much too much!

     The problem 'went off' making a mess all over Elaine's legs and belly
and Colette's face as she tried to regain possession of it.

     Both girls looked happily at each other and started scooping up the
mess and licking it.  Deciding that they liked the taste they promptly
finished it all off.

     I had to dash to relieve my bladder because this sight was so sexy that
'the problem' was starting to come back.

     All this time I hadn't spoken a word, and although I felt that I should
say something, all I could think of was "thanks."

     My head was spinning so much that even after cleaning up in the hut I
had to calm down for a while before I could drive home.



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