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Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Minding the Girls 9/16 (mf, mg)
Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2001 05:10:05 -0500
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{The Paganist} Minding the Girls 9/16 (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 9

                         Small Talk

     I heard voices.  Yes it was those two lovely young ladies.

     Elaine was crying.

     "I'm sorry uncle Mike.  I couldn't help it"

     "What"

     "Hurting you like that."

     "It wasn't your fault."

     I kissed her.

     Collette's voice interrupted. "See - I told you that you can't
kill a man like that."

     "She'd have a bloody good try." I thought.

     At last her sobbing had stopped.

     I hugged them both.  I couldn't help laughing as a thought
flitted across my fevered mind.

     Elaine clearly thought that I was laughing at her so I had to
explain.

     In the theory of multiverses everything that can happen, does -
somewhere.  That means that just by thinking that something may
happen it does.  So someone, somewhere has just left this existence
as a very happy man.  I'll bet that paradise seems very boring to
him!

     It took a couple of explanations but when they got it they
curled up laughing.

     "Lets go get some breakfast." I suggested.

     Elaine said "but you haven't ..."

     I was about to say "no and for the next few hours I bloody
won't" when Mr. Brain popped in and edited it to "Later love."

     I kissed her again.  Even in my condition she was something to
behold.  There was an extra sparkle to her eyes that make-up just
can't reproduce.  Models and actresses would kill for eyes like
those.  And the rest of her delicate little body was built to exactly
the same standard.  And she was giving it all to me.  Rolls Royce eat
your heart out.

     Her arms came tightly around my neck as I kissed her again more
deeply.

     Something small and wet slipped over Mr. Bestfriend.  It was a
very naked little Collette's mouth.

     Breakfast was delayed.

     A breathless half an hour later I grabbed a pair of shorts,
Collette retrieved her white satin nightie and we all moved
downstairs hugging each other (well I was only nineteen and still
almost a virgin).

     We were in the kitchen eating the third breakfast (well we woke
up three times so...) when I remembered the little matter of my list.
I needed to be careful but I felt I had to have some answers.

     After the washing up was out of the way (the girls - they
thought I needed the rest). We all shifted to the lounge.

     I sat on the armchair with a cup of coffee (I still thought
couches were dangerous) and Elaine curled up on the couch (if you've
never seen it ...).  She was looking dazed (I wasn't surprised) but
still had that glow.

     Collette sat on my lap (little squirm - big problem) she'd
acquired a pencil and paper from somewhere and was sketching.  I held
her close to me to reduce the squirming but I could now feel the
wonderfully smooth skin with perfect tiny ripples of wonderfully
warm, underlying, tense, muscle that was turning me on more than
ever.

     We'd never talked properly about sex as such but the chat with
Elaine showed that she wasn't too embarrassed, so Collette would
probably be O.K. with the subject as well (I wasn't so sure I would
be).

     I thought that the best place to start was at the beginning - so
that there was no misunderstanding.

     "Err.  Collette?"

     "Yea."

     "Y'know at the hut when you...?" I put my finger in my mouth and
made little in and out movements.

     She turned to look at me causing a bit more squirming.

     Her face contorted as she tried to figure my meaning (well she
was only ten).

     "Oh Yea."

     "Where did you get all that from?"

     "Out of your..."

     "NO." "No I mean the idea..."

     "Oh that - it was from Miss Brodie.  Last year."

     I tried to visualise the class of nine-year-olds being taught
that sort of detail about oral sex.  They'd changed sex ed. since I
was at school that's for sure.

     "You mean your teacher actually ..."

     "No silly. I mean Jeanie Brodie she's two years below me - we
always call her Miss Brodie after..."

     A seven-year-old girl had told her?  Seeing the look on my face
she carried on.

     "She said she tried it on her baby brother."  She tells us lots
of things she does with her brother."

     "Baby brother?  You mean that her baby brother...?"

     When she turned (more squirming) I made little scooping motions
and licking fingers.

     "No that was her big brother."

     I was more than a little outraged as I envisaged a great big man
forcing a seven-year-old girl...

     "You mean he actually makes her...?"

     "No silly.  She makes him."

     Elaine, seeming to feel out of this conversation, had moved to
the arm of the armchair and was looking sexier than ever straddling
the arm of the chair facing towards me watching Collette draw.

     I had the feeling that I was being fed a line.

     "How old is he?"

     "Fifteen months."

     "No.  I mean her big brother?"

     "Fourteen"

     "Well if she does that with her big brother why does she have to
do the other bit with her baby brother."  I thought I had her there.

     "Well she tried but she's only small and her big brother's too
big."  She held her hands up to form a circle about 10cm across.

     "And you believed all this?"

     "Only when he showed me.  I asked mum about it and she said it
was probably true.  I thought the other bit sounded real 'yukky' but
mum said some girls loved it.  I've been dying to try it for ages."

     I tried to bend my mind to that conversation.  I couldn't.

     The terrifying thought struck me "What else has she been dying to try?"

     Elaine, was still watching Collette drawing.  The hem of the
baby doll was just a little too high (like hell it was).  The sight
reminded me of our sessions earlier.  Mr. Bestfriend was getting
ready for action again.

     With a sharp jolt, or to be more exact a sensation of rippling
in my hand around Collette's tummy.  I became aware of their excited
little giggles.  There was a damp patch on the chair showing just how
turned on Elaine was, by whatever she was looking at.

     Collette said, "We just gotta try this!"  Her voice was so
excited that it was almost a squeal.

     I sat forward to look over Collette's shoulder and saw that
she'd drawn a very good likeness of the four of us, Elaine, Collette,
me and an oversized version of Mr. Bestfriend.  She'd folded the
paper so that when she folded and unfolded it rapidly, Elaine was
deepthroating Mr. Bestfriend while I was sitting in the armchair
'helping' Collette who was straddling my face with her legs hanging
over the back of the chair (maybe couches aren't so bad after all).
The really clever bit was that as Elaine was deepthroating Mr.
Bestfriend, Collette had her legs moving so that she was well and
truly humping my face.

     "That's a bit out of proportion."  I pointed out, referring to
Mr. Bestfriend.

     "Won't be in a minute" They both said together with a squealing
giggle.

     I remembered a saying "careless talk costs lives" so I stopped
talking - well - it's rude to talk with your mouth full, isn't it?



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