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Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Minding the Girls 4/16  (mf, mg)
Date: Thu,  8 Nov 2001 23:10:11 -0500
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{The Paganist} Minding the Girls 4/16  (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 4

                Things Can't Get Any Worse

As I came round for the second time that day I was aware that I was 
lying on something damp.  By now Mr. Brain was getting used to this 
and immediately supplied the answer - "Elaine's towel" - together 
with the question "Is she still in it?"  "No."  "Well what is she 
in?"  As I've already said Mr. Brain was learning fast.

Eyes still closed I decided that the most honourable course was to 
listen (eavesdrop).  Someone was moving around the room.  The slight 
rustle suggested that they were wearing clothes but I wasn't taking 
any chances.  They left and I was on my own again.  I could hear the 
girl's voices in the next room.

I started to think about the situation.  I'd just lost my virginity 
(which I'd been trying to do for years).  I'd fulfilled one of my 
sexiest fantasies (well it was after last night).  I was alone in the 
house with two very willing young ladies (I just couldn't think of 
them as little girls anymore).  What am I complaining about?  The 
smell of food started to permeate my senses when Mr. Brain suddenly
came up with some answers; Mothers with a castration fixation, a long 
uncomfortable imprisonment and pregnancies (in that order).

The rustling came back into the room and stopped somewhere nearby.  
My head was spinning again.  I might already have had pregnancy 
problem after the previous night.  As I raised my hand to my head (to 
steady myself and for a quick inventory check - yes it was still 
there).  I heard Elaine's voice.  "Are you okay uncle Mike?"  

"Y..Yes I think so"  She looked relieved.

"Is there something wrong?"  she asked.

"No.  Why."

"Well I just wondered why you keep passing out!"

"Oh I think it's just some bug I've picked up.  I think I'll be 
alright now."

There was a very big question that I needed to know the answer to.

"Er.. Elaine"

"Yes"

"Ermm.. Has Collette started..?"  I just couldn't finish the 
question!

Her face was twisting as she concentrated on what I was saying - 
trying to make sense of it.

Suddenly it lit up as the solution to the puzzle dawned.

"Her periods... Yes two years ago"

I felt the colour drain from my face then she followed up with...

"But you don't have to worry she's on the pill."

This took me back so much that I had to ask her to repeat it to make 
sure that I hadn't misheard.

"She's on the pill.  We both are.  Mum said it was safer than letting 
us risk ruining our lives with an unwanted pregnancy and started us a 
year after we each started our periods."

"But where does she get them from" I asked.  My curiosity was 
starting to get the better of me.

"From the doctor of course."  Seeing the puzzled look on my face and 
anticipating my next question she continued.  "She got the doctor to 
prescribe them for herself.  Raising two children on her own, the 
doctor agreed straight away.  Since she never even went out with a 
man she didn't need them herself but she saved them up for when she 
thought I might need them.  A year after I started my periods she 
started giving them to me.  A few months ago she asked the doctor to 
prescribe them for me and he did.  We still have enough to keep 
Collette going until she can get them from the doctor for herself."

I'd always thought of Susie as a good mother but this showed a 
planning ability that I hadn't even thought possible.  It seemed like 
one of those chess masters that are always thinking ten moves ahead.

"Do you feel up to lunch now? - it's ready."

This brought me back to my immediate needs.  First I needed the 
bathroom.  As I got up a little unsteadily she offered to help but I 
declined with "I think I've got to do this for myself"

Having solved that need I returned to the kitchen where I downed a 
glass of water.  I must have been dehydrated after the events of the 
morning, which I figured was overall a negative breakfast.  Seating 
me at the table, Elaine and Collette served lunch, which was a very 
small version of what I felt I needed.  Catching the drift of my 
thoughts Elaine explained "we don't want you making yourself sick 
again."

The time was around midday and the sun was hot.  The girls asked if 
they could use the pool (we had one of those above ground ones that 
was still full but had been neglected for a few months).  I warned 
the girls that it was covered with leaves and debris and they 
volunteered to clean it if they could use it.  I agreed, thinking 
that it would give them a little project to work on, as well as 
getting the pool cleaned.

I sat in a relaxer in the garden as they turned out with all sorts of 
pool cleaning gear to set about their task.  The sun was quite hot 
and I warned them about sunburn.  This reminded me to get some oil on 
myself; I felt that I had to try and set a good example.

As I lay there I started mulling things over.  

If Susie had started the girls on the pill she probably wouldn't be 
too upset if they started having sexual relations with someone.  She 
may even have expected it.

Susie was only a year older that Elaine when Elaine was born.  

Susie never would tell who the father was.

With these thoughts running around in my head I drifted off into a 
peaceful sleep.

I awoke about an hour later.  The girls were laughing and giggling 
and cavorting about in the pool and I was roasting hot!  I felt like 
a pork chop that had been coated with oil and roasted under a slow 
grill.

As soon as I started moving they called me over to see the results of 
their labours.

When I got to the pool I was surprised to find that it was a lot 
cleaner than I'd expected.  There was not a floating thing in sight 
on the water and all the debris from the bottom had been carefully 
removed.  There was still a little dirt on the bottom which they said 
they didn't know how to remove.  They also wanted to know how to 
clean the filter.

I said I'd show them later or maybe tomorrow and they insisted that I 
join them.  I eagerly accepted, the heat was getting to me.

I climbed the ladder to the little board and jumped in causing a 
splash that sent waves all over the edges of the pool and making the 
girls laugh with glee.  We all started splashing, ducking and 
generally fooling around until I suddenly realised that both girls 
were naked.  I pointed out that although nobody overlooked the pool, 
someone might to call.  Collette looked at me as if I were an idiot 
(which I was beginning to feel like) and pointed to the swimsuits 
hanging over the rung of the ladder.  "in case of fire."  She said.  
This had all of us rolling about laughing (which is not an easy trick 
in a swimming pool - even one as small as ours).

As sanity returned we resumed our pool play until Collette suddenly 
came up with "Hey why've you still got your suit on."  Just as I was 
about to respond Elaine chipped in with "Forget it sister. It's my 
turn!"  Now Mr. Brain must have popped out for a few seconds or 
something because when I tried to work out the possible meanings of 
this I only had one by the time Elaine reached me and wrapping both 
arms and legs around me proceeded to give me the deepest, sexiest 
kiss of my life.  Mr. Brain went on strike.

Before I knew what I was doing I was returning the kiss and Mr. 
Brain's duties had been taken over by Mr. Problem!

I felt hands pulling at my shorts.  A quick inventory check revealed 
that they weren't mine!  Since Elaine's were behind my neck they also 
weren't hers!  Mr. Problem had decided to take over everybody's 
duties.

Elaine started to slide down until Mr. Problem was at the gates of 
heaven.  Someone said "I think it would be a good idea if slipped 
inside."  It was me.  Did I really say that?  "I was thinking the 
same thing." said Elaine as she slipped a little lower giggling.

I found myself being dragged naked across the lawn by two nymphs.  
When we reached the house there was no hesitation about where we were 
going it was straight up the stairs and onto my bed.  At this point 
Mr.Brain paid a brief visit to pose the question "How does one man 
keep two young ladies with apparently insatiable sexual appetites 
happy?"  He then popped off again before coming up with an answer 
(remember I was still closer to being a virgin than a non virgin).  
This almost put paid to the whole shebang when Mr Problem started 
considering coming out in sympathy.

However they were reckoning without the girls!

As soon as I was on the bed Elaine was trying Collette's trick of the 
previous night while Collette started with a VERY deep kiss while 
placing my hand between her legs.

Collette was shuddering with her first orgasm within seconds - almost 
before I could move.  As she arched her back in the throes of orgasm 
I caught sight of Elaine riding me with a look of sheer ecstasy on 
her face.  This drove me right over the top and I was shuddering and 
emptying every drop I could muster into her.  This in turn drove her 
over the top and she started shuddering as her second orgasm, in as 
many minutes, overtook her.

I don't think she'd stopped shuddering, before Collette was trying to 
take her place.  As Elaine relinquished her place, I saw the glazed 
expression, and the glow in her face.  It was a sight never to be 
forgotten.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a sexual blur, as first one then 
the other took her turn (it seemed that I no longer had any say in 
the matter - if I ever did).  Collette seemed to be an insatiable 
sexual dynamo.  Elaine on the other hand preferred to make it last.

Now any man, who's ever tried this, will attest to the fact that you 
can't keep it up for ever and, at this pace, not even for very long, 
but every time Mr. Problem decided to go on strike, one or the other 
of the girls would give him a kiss and whisper a few choice words 
VERY close and change his mind.

After about three hours of this I couldn't even raise an eyelid!



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