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Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Minding the Girls 3/16  (mf, mg)
Date: Thu,  8 Nov 2001 23:10:07 -0500
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{The Paganist} Minding the Girls 3/16  (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 3

                           Thunderstruck

     My sleep was very disturbed!  Several times I woke up to the 
sound of "can I sleep with you uncle Mike" and the image of one of 
the girls standing naked beside the bed.  Each time the bedside 
light would be on.  Each time the girl would climb into bed.  Each 
time I would come to full wakefulness to realise that it was only a 
dream - or was it a nightmare; sometimes it's difficult to tell the 
difference.

     Some time ago I found that I could sometimes 'steer' my dreams.  
Whether this was the result of practice or frustration I'll never 
know.  It gave rise to many wonderful dreams. Sometimes I'd be in a 
dream and steer it to a really great conclusion (usually a wet 
one).  Sometimes I'd be in a nightmare and realising it I'd wake 
myself up.  Occasionally though it resulted in even worse 
nightmares.  I'd be having a nightmare during which I'd wake myself 
up only to find that I was in an even worse nightmare but this time 
certain that it was real; after all I'd just woke myself up hadn't 
I?

     After I'd woken up several times like this I decided that it 
was just another dream so go along with it.  

     Elaine was standing there naked asking if she could sleep with 
me.  I smiled at her and invited her in. She slowly climbed in and 
snuggled up against me spoon fashion.  'My problem' had once more 
reared its head and without a second thought she just moved it out 
of the way and against my stomach.  She then seemed to have second 
thoughts and moved it again between her legs where she seemed to be 
satisfied with it.  

     Collette then came in and snuck in behind me.  Snuggling up 
she slowly reached around to where 'my problem' was and jumped back 
as if she'd been scalded when she felt Elaine's bottom there.  

     Putting two and two together and making five the little girl 
then said "Oh you started without me."  This had us all curling up 
with laughter.  

     This dream was a real dilly!  

     Elaine pushed me onto my back playfully and started to 
straddle me.  I was so excited that before she could do more than 
touch me to herself it went off and there was a mess again all over 
the sheet and her wonderful flat little tummy.  The sight was so 
sexy that 'my problem' instantly returned with a vengeance.  

     Something was just starting to nag at the back of my mind when 
it was driven completely away by Collette pushing her sister off 
and saying "here let me try." She straddled me like her sister but 
didn't hesitate and just speared herself on 'my problem'!  She 
barely flinched as her hymen was broken and was soon shuddering in 
an orgasm, which drove me completely over the top.  Wow what a 
dream!

     I awoke the next morning to find two naked girls in bed with 
me!  

     Almost in a state of flat panic, I felt around for the 
inevitable mess in the bed to check.  It wasn't there.

     I'd been only dreaming.  When I found no mess I started to 
relax.  I was still confused and seeing me looking around Elaine 
sensed the source of my confusion (in part at least) and said 
"There was thunder last night.  We asked if we could come in with 
you and you said it was okay - don't you remember?"  I was about to 
say no when the expression on her face told me that it would be the 
wrong thing to say (I can be a bit perceptive at times).  I was 
still at a loss for the reason for the expression.

     With sleep now clearing my head and the vague memory of that 
dream still about I felt good!  For the first time in - was it 
really only one day - I realised that I felt better than I had any 
right to feel.

     I lay back trying to form a plan for the day, that would keep 
the girls minds from worrying about their mother.  I could see the 
sun was hot and thought that a day at home, sunbathing, watching 
television or whatever and maybe a picnic might be a suitable 
answer.  As I thought these thoughts Collette stirred and turned 
over.  She had her arm across my chest.  The thought of last nights 
dream drifted across my mind and I could feel the stirrings of 'my 
problem' again.

     Determined to keep control this time, I turned over and placed 
my arm over Elaine.  This may seem a strange thing to do, but in my 
state of refreshed quick thinking, I decided that the alternatives 
of having my hand under the bedclothes with two naked young girls, 
or laying on my back and playing at tents, were losers against the 
option of putting my arm over the sheet in Elaine's direction.  She 
immediately snuggled back against me in a way that didn't help at 
all!

     Still determined to keep control of the situation, I suggested 
that we all get dressed and have some breakfast.  They eagerly 
accepted.

     The girls went to their room and dressed in the same clothes 
that they wore yesterday.  Not wanting to make them feel out of 
place, I did likewise but refrained from wearing my tee shirt since 
I'd noticed last night that it was getting a bit 'wiffy'.

     After showering and shaving, I arrived downstairs to find that 
Elaine already had bacon and eggs well under way, and coffee 
already poured out.  When I feel good in the mornings the smell of 
food always makes me feel ravenous.  I was feeling GOOD.  I had 
regained control and everything was looking GOOD.  I made a 
decision to put  yesterday's fiasco's behind me and LIVE.

     As soon as breakfast was finished the girls dress reminded me 
about their lack of clothes.  I gathered up the breakfast things 
and wouldn't hear of it when Elaine said she'd do the washing up. 

     I told the girls to go and grab what clothes they wanted from 
home and while they were about it fetch any dirty washing, I could 
put it in with mine.

     Ten minutes later two large suitcases came in with little 
girls under them!  I should have known better than to expect young 
girls to decide what they wanted to wear.  Still no harm done I 
decided to let this pass without comment.

     I ran upstairs to grab my dirty clothes, asking the girls to 
do likewise.

     My good spirits must have been infectious.  I noticed the 
girls were happier than they'd been for a long time.  

     I was starting to load the washing machine when I noticed that 
there was something already in there.  Grabbing it and pulling it 
out, I could see that it was the sheet from my bed.  This puzzled 
me since I hadn't put it in there and I couldn't think how it got 
there.

     At this point Collette came into the kitchen like a miniature 
tornado.  "Can I watch television uncle Mike?" She was asking.  I 
said "Okay."  Seeing the puzzled look on my face she said "Oh we 
put that in there last night after we cleaned up.  You'd gone back 
to sleep."  With this information delivered. she tornadoed out 
again.

     The implications of this penetrated my daze layer by layer.  
"We asked if we could sleep with you..."  The dream...  "...after we 
cleaned up."  Determined to keep control?  I'd lost before I even 
began!  I felt sick!

     I ran up the stairs to the bathroom dashed in and started to 
un-eat my breakfast. into the toilet.

     From somewhere nearby I heard "Are you okay uncle Mike?" 
Turning I saw Elaine standing there wearing a concerned look and 
nothing else.  She was getting in (or was it out?) of the bath.  My 
brain went into overload and I blacked out!

     There is a time in everyone's life when they start to have 
paranoid thoughts, and I'm no exception.

     Light penetrated my mind.  I knew what was going on.  I was 
getting aversion therapy.  By the end of the week at this rate 
whenever I saw a nude woman, or girl, I'd go as limp as a wet 
noodle.  I vaguely wondered what I'd done that required such 
drastic therapy.

     Elaine's worried voice slowly penetrated my mind as I came 
round.  "Are you okay uncle Mike?"  Funny she hadn't called me that 
for ages maybe it was a sign of her insecurity.

     She now had a towel wrapped around her.  I had the 
uncharitable thought that she must have been wet because she 
certainly wouldn't have done it for modesty.

     I still felt a bit wobbly about the knees.  

     I said, "I think I'd better go and sit downstairs for a bit."  
She helped me downstairs into the living room.  Collette was 
sitting there watching the porno movie that was on last night.  I 
was going to yell at her for watching this when my brain started to 
engage again.  How do you explain to a child that you were orgying 
with last night that she shouldn't watch two people making love?  
As I reached the couch the lights faded again...



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