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From: "Pedro Vila" <pedrovilaNOSPAM@mailcity.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} "The Foster Girls"  (GGm, slow)
Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2002 12:10:03 -0400
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      which might involve a minor or two.

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            read it if you're one.

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           "The Foster Girls"
           by Pedro Vila

   Gail was an eleven year old girl who came from an abusive family. She had
short dark hair with sharp features and thin lips that made her tired look
stand out like that of a diner waitress.
   She came to live with her uncle Mike after the state took her away from
her mother's boy friends and his pals.
   She had been sexually used since she was seven. There were some scares on
her body including a patch of skin beside her belly button where someone had
burned her with an iron.
   Mike inherited her because he had run a foster home before when he was
still married and had a good record with problem children. Gail wasn't too
bad compared to most. She didn't lash out in anger and had accepted her
life.
   But she was glad to be out of her former home just the same.
   Uncle Mike laid out the standard ground rules for her which he hadn't
done for a few years. Being single made him ineligible to be a foster
parent, but being a blood relation did give him guardianship of the young
girl and Mike hoped he would do his best to help get her back on her feet
and have a normal upbringing.
   Gail did have some problems. She was so used to being sexual that she
found it hard not to believe Mike wouldn't want her in that way. Sometimes
she would start to stroke him through his pants without even thinking about
it. Mike would calmly lift her hand off of him and set it back onto her lap,
and Gail would feel stupid and not talk for the rest of the night.
   Eventually, she learned that it wasn't because she wasn't attractive, but
because it was simply the wrong thing to do.
   After a few months, things became normal and Gail fell into the roll of
child with an adult figure in charge.
   Her former life became just that.
   That is until Charlotte came to stay with them.
   Charlotte was a distant cousin to Gail and they had known each other as
preschoolers before Gail's family moved away. She had strawberry blonde
hair, long, and a perfect posture. She always stood with her round head held
high and feet together. She was a year older than Gail, though the same size
and seemed pure looking and balanced next to Gail's hip-to-one-side and
slinky stance.
   She had come to stay as a favor to the family when it was found out that
her own father had taken her virginity not too long ago. It was the only
time and her family had nipped it in the bud quickly.
   That first night at the dinner table was when they became friends.
   "I remember you." Charlotte suddenly said. "You used to play with me in
Grandma's garden. Remember the fountain with the gold fish?"
   Gail shook her head and said nothing. She calmly accepted not remembering
like everything else that had happened to her. Gail never put up a fight
over anything.
   "So where did you guys move to?" Charlotte asked. Gail didn't look like
she was going to answer and Mike stepped in.
   "Charlotte. Don't ask personal questions of your cousin, okay? She's not
ready to talk about it yet."
   "Oh." came the reply. Charlotte looked at her cousin with interest.
"Sorry. I liked you then so if you ever want to talk about it, I'll be there
for you."
   Gail smiled at Charlotte. She'd never had a friend her own age and she
could tell that her cousin was serious. "Okay." she said back.
   It was a big step for Gail and Mike knew it. He hoped that maybe the two
could help each other become balanced and get on with their lives. He
couldn't tell yet about Charlotte's curiosity.
   Each girl had her own room and Charlotte refused to get in bed until she
had unpacked every stuffed animal that she had brought with her. Mike didn't
push it, not knowing how her recent molestation might manifest itself
emotionally for her.
   Gail peeked in emotionlessly to see what the commotion was about. Mike
sent her back to her room and closed the door on Charlotte with a warning to
be in bed when he checked up on her.
   Then Mike stopped at Gail's room to see how she was handling the extra
company.
   "So, how are you holding up?" he said with the questions thousandth
utterance.
   "I'm okay." came the unchanging response.
   Mike sat on the bed next to her with a smile. "I know you are. You're a
strong girl. I'm proud at how you've been handling all of this." Gail gave
her sad half smile and looked off into space. "Listen, Gail. Charlotte
doesn't understand where you've come from. She may say some things that
might not seem to hurt at first, but could later on." He turned her chin to
face his reassuring smile. "Don't think she's trying to make you feel bad.
She likes you, and I don't think she would want to hurt you for real. Okay?"
   Gail didn't seem to react to Mikes words, but she said, "Okay." and Mike
knew that she meant it.
   Then he turned off the light and said goodnight to her. Gail rolled away
and onto her side as the door shut.
   Charlotte was still out of bed and sitting on the floor in her night gown
with some of her animals when Mike came in to check on her. "What are you
still doing up?" he asked.
   "What's wrong with her?" she asked. "She used to be so happy."
   Mike sat next to her. "She's had a hard time of it, Charlotte. A lot
worse than you have. So go easy on her, okay? She's getting better."
   "It wasn't so bad." she then said. Mike gave her an unsure look. "No
really. Daddy didn't hurt me. In fact, I kinda' liked it." Charlotte smiled.
   Mike grew stern then. "I don't want to hear that kind of talk. What
happened to you was wrong and you'll soon understand why, okay? Now get in
bed."
   "Will you lay here with me?" she asked, still smiling as she got under
the covers.
   "No!" Mike said with authority. "And young women like you should know
better than to ask that. You get some sleep and we'll talk more about it
tomorrow."
   "Okay, uncle Mike."
   Mike softened. "And technically, I'm not really your uncle. Goodnight."
   "Goodnight."
   Later, when Mike turned off the TV set to go to bed, he heard giggling
from Gail's room. He walked in to see Charlotte in there under the covers
with her. Both girls were giggling and didn't see him open the door with the
lights off.
   Mike let them be. It was the first time he'd ever heard Gail laughing.
   The next morning Gail was first at the breakfast table with Charlotte
five minutes behind her. Mike was cheerful and was pleased to see both girls
in good spirits.
   Charlotte rode with Mike and Gail to drop Gail off to her counseling
session and he spent the afternoon with Charlotte at the mall getting things
for her new home.
   As they sat and ate hamburgers, Charlotte asked more about what happened
to Gail.
   "Gail told me that she has had lots of sex." Charlotte came right out
with. "Did she sleep with her father too?"
   Mike stayed calm and solemn. "Charlotte. Gail's father died when she was
young. That's why they moved away. Her mother didn't take very good care off
her. There were drugs involved and some of Gail's mother's boyfriends did
some very bad things to her."
   "You mean besides sex?"
   Mike sighed. "Yes. Bad things, but also bad sex."
   "I didn't have bad sex." She blurted out. An old couple a few tables away
looked up in horror at them. Mike looked down and shook his head.
   "Charlotte. You're too young to have any sex. And that makes it all bad
sex. You understand?" Charlotte stayed quiet and watched Mike with her wide
innocent eyes. "And what happened to Gail was rape. What happened to you was
rape as well."
   "But I said it was okay. I told daddy it was okay to have sex with me.
That isn't rape." Charlotte really looked hurt that Mike had said such a
thing about her father.
   "Legally, it is rape. Statutory rape is having sex with someone below the
age of consent." Mike felt drained. He'd had this conversation before and it
was always hard for him. How do you convince a child that someone they loved
did something wrong to them without making them feel bad for liking it?
   "Daddy said that if we were in Russia, I could get married and have sex
all I wanted." Charlotte countered.
   "Not with your father." Mike then said. Charlotte stopped to think about
it and didn't say anything more.
   Mike decided that the trip to the mall was over and thought they should
leave just in case somebody listening in might think the wrong thing and
call the cops.
   In the car, Charlotte seemed sad. She said after a while, "Is daddy a bad
man?" She looked ready to cry.
   Mike put a hand on her shoulder. He knew Charlotte's father. "No. He
wasn't a bad man. But I think he was confused. I think your father was
lonely."
   "Did I make him feel better?"
   Mike didn't know how to answer that. "It's... well it's... complicated."
He could see tears welling up in her wide blue eyes. "Charlotte, I know you
were trying to help, but that wasn't the right way." A tear fell. "You
didn't know. Don't blame yourself, okay?"
   She sniffed. "Okay."
   They drove in silence until it was time to pick up Gail, who got in the
back seat and seemed withdrawn like she always did after a counseling
session. Mike could only imagine what it must have been like. Gail never
talked to him about her life before but from what little the state told him,
it must have been a nightmare for her.
   Charlotte looked over the seat at her and Gail looked up to see
Charlotte's red eyes, then looked away.
   The rest of the day saw both girls sitting quietly watching TV until
dinner time, then bed time.
   The next few weeks became normal for the three and both Gail and
Charlotte became close, disappearing in one or the others room and sometimes
having giggling fits.
   Charlotte didn't mention sex again to Mike and he felt relief at how much
smoother these kids were adjusting compared to some of the hell raisers that
had come through the house before.
   One night, Mike listened in at the two while they were in Charlotte's bed
talking. He shouldn't have, but Gail was opening up about some of the things
she'd gone through and Mike felt that it may be helpful to him if he knew
about some of it, though he would never bring it up with her. But it could
help him avoid things that may trigger a breakdown.
   "So what happened then?" said Charlotte.
   "Mom told me to fuck him. She was on the rag and didn't want to be
bothered."
   "But you fucked him before?"
   "Yeah. A bunch of times. But that was the first time she told me to in
front of everybody."
   "Everybody?"
   Gail took a breath. Mike felt the sadness in it. "His friends. His
friends from where ever he worked."
   "Then you went to your room?"
   "No. He fucked me right there in front of them. All three of them. Then
they passed me around like a joint."
   "What's a joint?"
   "Pot. They were smoking pot. I smoked some too."
   Charlotte seemed excited. "You fucked all of them?" Mike wasn't happy at
Charlotte's learning swear words, but he couldn't just barge in and tell her
to stop. Gail seemed to be opening up and Mike figured it was okay for the
moment.
   "I didn't fuck all of them. Some times I'd just suck 'em off. This one
guy, he liked to cum on my face, you know. Most of the time I had to
swallow, but he just pulled out before cumming and squirt it all over my
face."
   This topic was getting Mike upset and he wanted to walk away from it. He
steeled himself and stayed anyway.
   "Did it feel good?" Charlotte asked in awe.
   "It was just fucking. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it doesn't. Most of
the time they'd get me drunk or stoned so it didn't hurt at all, then they
could go up my butt."
   "Eww! Up where your poop comes out?!"
   "Sure. It's okay if you get loose first. It's not so bad then. But
sometimes they'd get real drunk and want to piss on me afterwards."
   "Eewwww!" The both girls giggled. After that it was quiet in there and
Mike was almost ready to leave when Charlotte Asked one more question. "Did
you ever Like it?"
   "Yeah. Sometimes with Greg. He was my mom's boyfriend. He said he loved
me and her both and we'd do a threesome."
   "With your mom too?"
   "Uh huh. Sometimes he'd just watch us."
   Mike walked away quickly. He'd had no idea.
   He didn't sleep well that night.

   It was a month later when Charlotte said the word "Fuck" in front of
Mike. He sent her to her room and waited an hour before going in to have a
serious talk with her.
   Charlotte promised never to say it again, but Mike became worried about
Gail's influence on her.
   She never repeated it again though and after a while he relaxed. Both
girls seemed to be well behaved and Gail's counselor eased the sessions down
to every other month.
   Then they started to become more private around him. Both girls seemed
very close and the best of friends, sometimes laying on each other on the
couch while watching TV. Or looking at each other while doing dishes and
suddenly giggling.
   Mike though it was just growing up. Teenagers always needed privacy and
this seemed no different. It was also nice for both girls to feel close with
someone that they felt safe with.
   They sometimes took a shower together and giggled. Mike knew better than
to open the door on them, but something told him to check up anyway. The
door was locked and he didn't push it.
   It was a long shower.
   That night they shared Gail's bed. Both girls shared a bed every night
and would alternate. If Mike made them get into their own beds, chances are
the next morning they would be together again. He felt he would need to do
something about it soon, but he wasn't sure why. At least, not a reason he
could give.
   At times, he wanted to surprise the girls when he thought something was
going on, but didn't feel right about barging in on two developing girls
privacy, and there wasn't anything suspicious after knocking.
   But that changed one night.
   Mike heard Charlotte cry out and knew the sound instantly. Without
knocking, he walked in to find Gail's face buried into Charlotte's round ass
with Charlotte on her knees, holding the head board.
   "What the hell?!" he yelled.
   Both girls pulled the covers over their naked bodies, and Gail screamed,
"Get out!" Then both girls yelled at him to get out constantly until Mike
closed the door, dazed.
   He sat on the couch and tried to think things through. Both girls had
been well behaved and showing a marked improvement. They were the best of
friends. Still, he didn't think this was right. He didn't want to break them
up but he couldn't let them carry on like this.
   Mike didn't know what to do.
   After a moment, Charlotte came out in her night gown and sat next to him.
   "Uncle Mike." she said to his worried face. "Uncle Mike?"
   He closed his eyes and let out his breath. "Yes, Charlotte?"
   "Don't be mad at Gail. It was my fault. Don't send her away."
   "Why? Why would you do such a thing? You know it's wrong."
   "No it's not." She said firmly.
   "I'll decide what's right and what's wrong in my house!"
   Charlotte softened, "Why do you think it's wrong? We're just
experimenting."
   That hit Mike. Girls did experiment sometimes. It's in his psychology
books. Still, these were abuse victims. How could what these girls were
doing be healthy? Mike didn't want to answer her. He felt too tired.
   He rubbed his forehead and said, "We'll talk about it tomorrow. I think
it's best if you both sleep in your own beds tonight."
   Charlotte waited a moment, then hugged him followed by a kiss on the
cheek. "I love you uncle Mike." Then she got up and left.
   Mike sat there for hours, thinking. He felt tired and confused. He had
grown to love both girls but didn't feel right letting them experiment with
each other.
   Finally, he decided to call Gail's counselor in the morning and he took
some Tylenol PM to help him sleep.
   Mike had weird dreams of the girls in abusive homes and he was helpless
to stop it. In his dreams, they willingly went into strange people's
bedrooms and smiled at him as he cried out for them to run away.
   Then Mike awoke to the sound of Charlotte whispering in his ear. Sweet
innocent Charlotte, saying, "I love you, uncle Mike."
   Half dreaming, he said back, "I love you too Charlotte. I love you both."
Then he opened his eyes wider and saw her laying under the covers with him,
pressed up to the side of his body. "What the..."
   He snapped wide awake and tried to sit up. His arms and legs were being
held down. "Charlotte! What are you doing? Let me go!" Gail slid in next to
him on his other side. She was naked as well. "Let me go now! Gail!
Charlotte! I mean it!"
   "Hi, uncle Mike." Gail said. She was smiling widely. It startled him.
He'd never seen her so happy. Mike became uncomfortably aware of how close
the two girls were snuggling around him. His arms were tied to the each end
of the head board and his legs, the same at the foot board. The girls had
tied him to his bed naked while he'd been asleep.
   Both Charlotte and Gail were feeling his chest with their hands as they
wrapped their legs over his. Mike started to plead. "Girls, you can't do
this. You know this is wrong. Just let me go, okay?"
   "But we wanted to show you we love each other, and how much we love
everything you've done for us." Charlotte said, hovering over his face. Then
she leaned over to Gail and both girls kissed opened mouthed and with lots
of tongue. They were really into it and Mike was thrown off by how deeply
they french kissed each other, with but girls hands going to the others face
to caress.
   "Stop! You can't do this!" Mike cried. "You can't mmmfffmff...." Both
Gail and Charlotte put their hands over his mouth while still kissing, and
Charlotte giggled too.
   Mike felt a hand go for his penis and he felt himself break out into a
cold sweat.
   When they finally broke free from each other, Charlotte said to Mike,
"We're going to feed you, and we're going to love you. All, day, long." She
spaced out her words playfully.
   Then Gail said, "When was the last time you had a really good blow job?"
But she still held her hand over Mikes mouth.
   Mike said nothing until they took their hands away then he started to
order them to stop and let him go. That's when Gail pulled out a handful of
their panties and stuffed his mouth full with them.
   Then Gail disappeared under the covers and Mike could feel her mouth go
over his flaccid penis. He hoped he could control his body enough to
disappoint them. Charlotte leaned her face right over his and said, "That's
our cunts your tasting. We made sure and rubbed ourselves really good into
our panties for you." She was smiling and shaking slightly. Mike could tell
that she was extremely excited. "Maybe if your good, we'll let you taste the
real thing." Then she giggled again.
   From under the covers, Gail said, "Come here, Charlotte, and I'll teach
you how to give head."
   Mike tried to say a strangled, "No" as Charlotte got on top of him with
her spread out and hairless girlhood hovering over his face, when he felt
himself begin to lose the battle for control of his body.
   A tear fell down his cheek.

   <END>

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