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Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Minding the Girls 2/16  (mf, mg)
Date: Thu,  8 Nov 2001 19:10:11 -0500
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{The Paganist} Minding the Girls  (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 2

                          A Storm Approaches

     All the way home the girls were giggling and laughing and I was
glad that at last they were not walking on eggshells, as they had
been earlier.

     When we arrived home Elaine volunteered to fix dinner because
'I looked as if I needed a rest.'

     While she was in the kitchen I phoned the hospital telling them
that I was Susie's brother.  All they could tell me was that she had
just gone down for surgery.  I asked if it would be okay to visit
tomorrow but they said that if all went well she'd be very drowsy
till  l the following day, but of course it was 'up to me'.

     Half an hour later Elaine called out 'grub up' and asked
Collette to lay the table.  This was a change for me, my usual was a
snack or a pizza from a plate on my lap.

     When the meal arrived I was taken back.  It was all from tins
and the freezer but there was a meal, which I thought was fit for a
king, Steak and kidney pie, with peas, new potatoes and sweet corn.

     After a dinner with everybody talking cheerfully (about
everything except the hut it seemed), I started gathering dishes but
Elaine insisted on doing the washing up.

     Feeling that I'd lost again I agreed, on condition that I did
the drying.  We agreed.

     Collette asked if she could use my computer (which she often
did).  I told her it was okay and off she went to my study.

     I settled on the couch to watch television.  Elaine curled up
on the couch beside me.  Without thinking I must have placed my arm
round her and she immediately snuggled up against me.  The thought
came unbidden into my mind that I could get used to this.

     My mind was still racing over the events that happened in the
hut.  What would I do if anybody found out?  What if Collette told a friend?

     I was still building my list of what ifs when I realised that
Elaine was restless beside me.

     When I looked at her I realised that I had my hand on her
breast.  She was so obviously enjoying the sensation that I didn't
have the heart to remove it, especially after the events in the hut.
I also realised that I didn't want to remove it. The list of what
ifs suddenly got a hell of a lot bigger, together with 'my problem'.

     It was about this time that I realised that the film on the
television was a porno movie.  I'd switched the television on and
not finding anything interesting turned the video on to watch 'Soap'
my favourite comedy.  Unfortunately I'd forgotten that I'd changed
the video last night and being wrapped up in my thoughts it was only
now that I realised my mistake!

     Fortunately it was not one of Johns really nasty ones.  This
one was just straight heterosexual sex with couples.

     At this point I was suddenly unsure about the effect of all
this on Elaine.  Was she excited as I'd first thought or was she
scared of this pervert who was showing her porno films while he felt
her breast (which I realised was VERY nice and firm).  Elaine solved
my uncertainty by placing her hand on 'my problem' on top of my
shorts.  She had shown earlier that she wasn't 'that' naive.

     The list of what ifs had now grown too far to keep track of.  I
decided to follow Johns sage advice - he always said " when in
doubt, do nothing."

     As I sat there gently feeling that nice, firm, small bust with
her obviously feeling 'my problem' I felt as if I'd died and gone to
heaven.  I slipped my hand beneath her top and she immediately
responded by moving her hand up the leg of my shorts.  I remember
thinking, "what the hell things can't get worse."

     I can see that you're ahead of me.

     "O WOW can I watch" came Collette's voice from right behind us.

     After a mad scrabble to make ourselves presentable I realised
that she was looking at the television and couldn't have seen us.
This also had the effect of making 'my problem' vanish; or at least
try and play hide and seek.  I quickly turned the video off and
after a quick glance at the clock set out to recover the situation.

     "It's eleven o'clock and way past your bedtime" I said.

     After a session of 'cute little girl' versus 'unbending grouchy
babysitter' (which ended with me resorting to bribery with "If you
go up now we'll see about letting you stay up late tomorrow night")
I got my way (I think) and off she went with a "goodnight" and a
not-so-quick peck on the lips (which took me by surprise).

     I had very mixed feelings about sending Collette to bed (I only
followed through to avoid the alternatives of allowing her to watch
that tape or trying to explain why she couldn't) (after that session
in the hut?)  With Collette gone to bed would Elaine expect me to
try and carry on where we'd finished?  And of course there was now
the biggest question of all:  Did I want to stop?

     Throughout the exchange with Collette, Elaine was deeply
engrossed in the television (the news and weather).  She was
obviously embarrassed at Collette's entrance at a bad (or was it
good) time and was trying hard to 'not-be-there'.

     After Collette had left us I asked Elaine if she wanted a drink
or something.

     There was a pregnant pause during which I had a clear vision of
her saying something like "or something sounds nice."  Instead she
just said "no thanks I feel tired I think I'll turn in now if that's
okay."  She said goodnight and kissed me on the lips.  This was far
from a quick peck, but wasn't a passionate one either

     As Elaine reached the door Collette was standing there.

     "We forgot to collect our things from home today and I don't
have a nightie." She said.

     Elaine told her "It's okay. We won't need them tonight" she
seemed to have slipped into the role of mother.

     With this, off they went to bed leaving me with feelings of
who's in control here and who's babysitting who?

     I knew that I couldn't sleep right then, so I fixed myself a
drink and sat down to watch television and relax.

     It didn't work.

     The television was on, the drink was gone and my mind was
racing over the events of the day!

     After a while I gave up and just went to bed hoping against
hope that sleep would soon come.

     As I passed the girls room I could hear their voices talking
animatedly.  It was clear that sleep was the last thing on their
minds.  I couldn't hear what they were saying and felt that I was
probably better off for that small blessing, but I could hear the
rapid staccato of voices that signals plotting or planning together
with occasional suppressed almost hysterical laughter.

     Realising that they were probably discussing the events of the
day I also realised that anything I might do, or say, would only
make matters worse.  This didn't help my nights sleep.

     The night had turned hot so I had just a sheet and a blanket
turned down in case I felt cold in the night.  Climbing into bed I
was suddenly aware of how weary I was and was glad to think that I
probably would soon drift off after all.

     I was envious of the girls!  They could let off steam by
talking to each other in a way that John and I never could.  Being
13 years older than me John had been more like a father than a
brother.  Sex was always a subject to be avoided.

     When John had brought girls home they would only go to his bed
after making sure that I was asleep (I wasn't), and she was always
gone in the morning.

     Thinking back I couldn't remember ever meeting one of his
girlfriends but I know he had them because I would hear the
suppressed giggles coming from his bedroom occasionally.

     As I thought these thoughts I started to drift off to sleep
wondering what the girls were plotting or even if the girls were
plotting.

     A question suddenly hit me.  What if one of the girls came and
climbed into my bed?  Sleep was again a million miles away.  Before
this question even started to settle came another!  What if both the
girls climbed into my bed.

     I knew that this was ridiculous of course.  I was certain that
neither of the girls would dare to do that... Well fairly certain...

     This was the stuff of fantasies!

     Remember the only females around me were the girls and their
mother.

     I'd once made a pass at Susie a few years ago, but she said
that we were good friends, and that really good friends were very
hard to find, whereas bed partners were ten a penny.  I could never
relate to this view.  I had a friend.  I didn't have a bed partner!
I took this as a gentle refusal and didn't press the point.

     As I lay with unbidden visions of first Elaine then Collette
Then both climbing into bed to perform a catalogue of sexual antics
exhaustion started to overtake me.  Several times I thought I felt
someone climbing into bed and snuggling up to me only to realise
that it was my overcharged imagination.  After a couple of hours,
which felt like a couple of centuries, sleep overtook me.




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