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This story is fiction. None of the characters in it are real
people. It is a product of my imagination. It contains episodes
of incest, sexual activity with minors, and humiliation of women.
If this offends you do not read it. I do not condone or
participate in the abuse of minors or any human being. This story
is for entertainment purposes only.

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Story codes: (Mg, Mgg, pedi, MF, exhib, a lot of story line
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How I Became A Babysitter
By JustaPervert

Chapter one

My name is Bill Thompson. I am a Stockbroker with a Series 7
investment broker's license. I am self-employed, and work out of
a home office. I only have a few clients that I handle
investments for (since I don't need the money). I make a pretty
good living from my own personal investments. I am a 28 years
old, single, white male, living alone--and at the present time--I
am not involved in a relationship with a female. That isn't
entirely true---I should have said other than taking care of my
sister and her two daughters.

My sister is a twenty four year old woman, divorced, with two
daughters. She is a teller at a local bank and works a full
five-day week. She doesn't make a lot of money. Her divorce
resulted in her getting the house "AND" the mortgage payment. She
is supporting herself and her girls---but barely getting by. They
don't have money for the extras in life that I am lucky enough to
enjoy. My sister's name is Jenny and her daughters are Barbara
(4) and Lois (5). Yes, my sister married young (maybe that is why
it didn't last too long). Oh by the way, I should tell you that
my sister is a beautiful woman. I guess she got the looks and I
got the brains.

I would go over to her house several times a week to make sure
they were OK and just to give them someone in their lives who
loved them and wanted to make sure they are not in need of
anything---I mean--on more than one occasion--I have noticed they
did not have a lot of groceries in the house, so I brought them
some---things like that.

My sister has been taking the girls to a full time day care
center. She has struggled to pay for both of them to go to it. I
have offered to baby sit for the girls when Jenny ran out of
money a few days before payday. I would spend the days at her
house since I did not have to go to any office or punch a time
clock. Jenny has a new computer, and told me if I needed to use
it, I could check my investments, check company's profit/loss
statements, etc. while there. I could in fact, do anything at her
house I could do from my own office at home. It wasn't
inconvenient for me and helped her a lot. Besides I loved those
girls like they were my own. We (my sister and her two girls) are
very close. We even would socialize together, going out to eat,
going to the park, and even taking in a movie. I usually have to
pay for the extra activities---but I don't mind at all.

My job (while babysitting) was usually just to be there while
they played and watched TV, and did what little girls do. But I
also had to fix their meals, make sure they brushed their teeth,
bathe them---you know---a few domestic things along that line.
Most of the time I could read the Wall Street Journal or check
portfolios on line or just relax in a recliner in the backyard.

Over the period of a few weeks, I was so used to going to her
house to watch the girls, Jenny and I finally decided---that to
save her money--I would just work from her house on a daily
basis. No more daycare expenses for Jenny---and no effect what so
ever on my work.

It was late May when I started taking care of the girls full
time. It was starting to get pretty warm during the days now, and
since Jenny would have trouble paying high-energy bills, I just
opened up the house (windows) and let whatever breeze there
was--circulate through the house. Actually it was quite
comfortable and since the girls would spend the nice warm days
mostly in the backyard---there was no need to run the AC. I
dressed the girls in summer dresses appropriate for that time of
year. They did not have a large wardrobe, and would get all their
dresses dirty by mid week---I was doing laundry a couple of times
to keep them in clean dresses. When Jenny found out---she felt
badly about me having to do laundry instead of working on the
computer. She said as long as the girls where only in the house
and backyard to just let them play in their panties. I agreed
since I could see nothing wrong with it--and I would not have to
do laundry (It's not hard I just hate to do it).

I had been bathing the girls and dressing them for sometime--and
did not feel anything "abnormal" (or sexual) about doing it. I
had seen them nude daily (in the bath and when dressing them). I
had never thought about anything sexual with them at anytime. As
the days went on, them playing and running around in their
panties, I could not help but notice how the panties would get
pulled up into their butt crack or pussy slit from all the
running and jumping they were doing. Somehow, I found myself--
looking more--and getting sexually aroused by the partially
clothed girls. I tried to ignore it and even make it go away. But
it kept coming back. The girls would sometimes get tired of
playing or want me to get them some punch or iced tea, and they
would sit on my lap while they drank it. I would say something to
them like, " here, let me fix your panties". I would pull the
panties out of their butt crack, or pussy slit, and straighten
them out properly. Since--for some reason I was sexually aroused
by them now--I would allow myself to rub their little pussies as
I was fixing their panties. This usually caused them to giggle or
smile real big. Also, I found myself washing their pussies and
ass holes a lot longer than I usually did when I bathed them in
the mornings. I never had done much more than make one quick
swipe over the area before. But I started telling them that we
had to wash their pee-pees and bottoms really good because we had
to make sure they were nice and clean since that is where they
peed and pooped from. They would always giggle and laugh and
their eyes would really light up when I did it. You could tell
that they liked the feeling---though I am sure they didn't
understand what was happening.

Another thing that had happened by me being at their house all
day---was while I was on the computer I noticed something
interesting. If I needed to go back to a certain web page I had
been on, I usually would hit the history button--and then scroll
to the exact page I wanted to go back to and click on it. It
would save me having to enter the company's name again, getting
their web page, then having to keep clicking to get the page I
wanted. It was easier and faster. The history files include "ALL"
pages that have been viewed on that computer. The interesting
part I just mentioned was---there were several sexual chat rooms
listed on the history. I had not been there--so it could only
have been Jenny. I pulled up some of the rooms to see what they
were about. Some were general sexual discussions--but most of
them involved flashing in public, or exhibitionism. I could not
comprehend Jenny being on any of these sights because she was so
shy and bashful. She wore the most conservative clothes, almost
Amish HA. Not really--but to me they were overly concealing, not
sexy in anyway. She would never be around me (or even her own
daughters) with out her body covered by a full-length robe, or
full clothing. Her skirts or dress were below her knees, she
never wore a tight sweater, or blouse, and certainly nothing that
could even faintly be considered sheer.

I decided to explore a little--to see if I could find out what my
sister was up to. I went to her e-mail page to see if I could see
if there would be anything that might help me understand what she
was up to. It only took me a few minutes to figure out her
password. I was really shocked at what I saw. There were e-mails
from individuals talking about flashing (both voluntarily and
being forced). I decided on a plan. I would start sending e-mail
to my sister under a made up screen name, and see if I could get
her to talk to me about exposing herself (or at least her
desires). I thought as long as she had no idea who I was--she
might fall for it. It was worth a try. So I wrote her a brief
e-mail and decided I would check back in a day or two.

Chapter two

The two girls (Barbara and Lois) were starting to realize that
when they had rubbing (or pressure) on their little pussies---it
felt good. They still didn't understand why--but I
noticed--instead of sitting on my lap like normal--they would
straddle my legs so their pussies were in direct contact with my
thigh. They would also rock back and forth or just move around a
lot, and they did not seem in any hurry to get off my lap (legs).
I enjoyed watching them discover what they were feeling--so I let
them do it as much as they wanted to. When they did actually sit
in my lap, I started letting my hand fall into their laps or high
on their thigh and I would rub softly on their inner thigh or
across the panty covered pussy. It was a perfectly normal thing
(to them) for me to touch them there--since I was doing it every
morning in the bath anyway. I was now lost in total sexual
arousal by just the site of the girls. I would masturbate at home
to the thoughts of touching them and getting them excited.
Wondering how far I could go and still make everything seem like
it was normal for me to do it.

The e-mail I was now getting and sending to my sister had also
been an eye opener. Jenny (the little introvert) was actually a
closet extravert. She had desires of inadvertently flashing her
body to men (or women). She had discovered this one day at the
mall when a woman flashed a shoe salesman. She had been in front
of the woman at the time and actually got almost the same view as
the salesman. She had gotten flush, and wet between her legs at
the sight. She wanted to try to do it herself, but was too afraid
and shy to really do it. She told me she would masturbate
thinking about it and have the biggest orgasms of her life. It
was hard for me to listen (read) to my sister talk this way. Guys
just don't think about sisters as sexual creatures. I do however
think my sister is a beautiful woman. I remember seeing her in a
bikini when she was about twenty. Probably the only time she ever
allowed herself to wear one.

I started making suggestion to her on how she might be able to
try and start slowly, without really totally showing anything at
first. I ask her about any contact she might have with males. If
a friend (or anyone) ever came by the house. She could answer the
door with a button unbuttoned or in her housecoat with it partly
open. She said no one ever came to the house except her brother.
I ask a little about her brother and she told me what a great guy
he (me actually) was. She commented that she actually felt more
comfortable around him (me again) than she had around her husband
when she was married. I ask her if she thought she could do
something around her brother that would seem innocent--to get her
nerve built up a little. She said she didn't think she would be
able to do something like that. I knew I would have to keep
trying to help her decide if she really wanted to be an
exhibitionist. I was starting to really enjoy these private
details revealed in our e-mail.

The two girls were getting pretty bold now about when and
where--or how much touching I would give their little pussies.
They were spending more time with me than they were playing
together. They would sit in my lap and watch TV just so I would
rub their pussies the whole time. I had gotten to where I would
either just pull the panties aside or remove them altogether
while I played with their bodies. I preferred to have the panties
off since that was all they wore and it made them completely
naked. I was hard as steel from the time I would arrive in the
mornings, till I would leave after dinner. I did all I could to
hide the bulge from Jenny when she got home. I hoped she would
not notice. I would even go to the bathroom and masturbate right
before she was due home. Also, the girls were getting pretty wet
by the sexual stimulation. I had to make sure they were cleaned
up and had on fresh panties--so Jenny would not smell the sexual
aroma when she got home. Even with Jenny at home--the girls were
always sitting on my leg or in my lap. Jenny thought it was
really nice how attached they had gotten to their uncle. There
were plenty of opportunities for me to touch the girls when Jenny
wasn't paying attention, but mostly I went home shortly after she
got home and we had dinner.

The fourth of July fell on Saturday. Jenny wanted to take the
girls to the City Park. The city was having a picnic day with
fireworks and a big entertainment day. She asked if I could come
over early. I arrived about 8:30 AM. Jenny had the girls all
ready to go, dressed in pretty summer dresses. But Jenny had not
gotten ready yet. She said she was going to take a shower and
dress and--for me and the girls--to watch TV (or something) till
she was ready. The girls were already watching the cartoons so I
sat down on the couch. It had been maybe ten or fifteen minutes
when I heard a bloody scream from down the hall. I jumped up and
almost ran down the hall toward the continuous screaming. I knew
something was really wrong--and my heart was beating really fast.
I pushed open Jenny's bedroom door---no Jenny so I went into the
master bathroom. Jenny was standing in the shower with a hand
towel trying to cover her body. It was covering nothing!!! She
was pointing to the floor just outside the shower (screaming and
pointing). I didn't see anything at first and looked at her with
this "What the hell look on my face". She kept screaming and
pointing and then I saw it. A tiny spider, almost a speck, was on
the floor right where she would step if she stepped out of the
shower onto the bathroom floor. That explained the tiny hand
towel---she could only reach it--and not a full bath towel--from
the shower--and I guess she was not about to step out with the
dangerous animal in her way---. I started to laugh so hard--I had
to lean against the doorframe. She thought I wasn't going to do
anything and continued her screaming. The two girls were now
present to see what was wrong with mom. I reached over and got a
tissue and picked up the spider and flushed it down the toilet.
Then took the girls and went back to the living room. While I
waited for Jenny to finish getting ready my mind kept going over
our e-mails---Well it seems Jenny got her wish--even if she
hadn't wanted it or planned it. I laughed to myself and kept
seeing her beautiful body in my mind. She had maybe a 34 B or C
cup set of tits. They sagged a little ---I don't know if it was
because of their weight or the childbirth experience---big
nipples that stuck out about half an inch--VERY slight roll of
fatty tissue just below her belly button--- and a neatly trimmed
pussy---gorgeous thighs and calves. How the heck did I see all
that with the excitement, fear that she was hurt, and the
laughter that followed? 

Jenny didn't talk much the entire day. The girls and I had a
great time. We spent the day having hot dogs, girls swinging and
playing on the play ground, and listening to the entertainment
bands play---but Jenny pretty much had crawled into a shell. We
got home around 6:30 PM. I went home about 7:00 PM. When I got
home--I had a lot running through my head. After about an hour of
thinking about it--I got on the internet and sent an e-mail to
Jenny (under my fake screen name) and ask her if she had thought
anymore about how to try to expose herself. Then I went to
bed---I was going to have a hard time sleeping with my mind so
busy thinking about what had happened---and the fact that when it
happened, there was nothing sexual about it---but now my thoughts
were very sexual---and about my own sister!!!

The next day (Sunday) there was no reply to my e-mail---none
Monday either. Then Tuesday, after I had done some work on her
computer--I decided to check the e-mail again. Jenny had answered
me. She said she did not want anyone to know about something that
had happened to her recently but now she felt like she needed to
tell someone--and since she felt like I (the fake me) was the one
person she could talk to---she told me all about the episode in
the bathroom Saturday morning. She said that she was totally
humiliated. That it was the worst thing that had ever happened to
her----but as she continued---she ended up saying that
inside---as the day went on (after it happened) she got wet just
thinking about it and was even more humiliated by her sexual
arousal. She said in bed that night--she used her vibrator and
had three powerful orgasms. It was a long e-mail with a lot about
her feelings. One point she made was the she could
never---ever---voluntarily expose herself. She said she realized
that she really "needed" the sexual excitement from the
exposure---but she wished there was someone who could make her do
it involuntarily. She said in the last few days she had fantasies
about a man who would demand that she flash in public---and that
she could not refuse because of the threat he would leave her if
she didn't do it. I printed it out so I could re-read it and
think about the ramifications of what she had said-----the
thought---"Is this really my sister talking to me?" went through
my mind.

Thursday after I left her house I decided to go shopping for the
girls some new dresses. I knew their sizes since I dressed them
all the time. I went to a classy (and expensive) shop that I knew
handled very nice clothing for children. I bought the girls each
a dress and some new panties. The dresses (I made sure) had very
short hem-lines---they would come barely over their panties. The
panties were not white cotton they were pink satin with lace
trim. The next day was Friday. I called Jenny at the bank and
told her I wanted to take her and the girls out to dinner when
she got home. She was excited and glad she wouldn't have to cook.
When she got home I had the girls dressed in their new dresses
and panties. The pink panties would show at the slightest
movement. I wasn't sure if my plan would work---it involved their
mom really liking the new outfits. It turns out she thought the
outfits were the prettiest things she had ever seen on her
daughters. GREAT---it worked!!! Jenny was in her business clothes
so she didn't intend to change. I told her--even though she
looked very professional---I thought the way she was dressed was
not appropriate for going out with two such lovely girls. She
said she would change if I wanted her to. I knew that anything
she changed into would be the same as what she had on (that was
the only type of clothes she owned) so I told her she would be OK
"this time". (I was planning a shopping trip for my sister like I
had done for the girls)

We ate at an expensive Italian restaurant that was a favorite of
mine. During dinner I notice that both women and men seemed to
notice how nice the two girls looked. I think Jenny noticed
too---after all some of it was pretty obvious. The men (at least
some of them) didn't conceal their "lustful" looks for the two
young girls. I am almost sure Jenny noticed the lust once or
twice too she had a couple of facial expressions that gave it
away. When we got in the car to leave, I told Jenny I had really
enjoyed the night out--and we should do it on a regular
basis---like maybe every Friday night. She said that would be
nice but she didn't know if we should do it quite that
often---maybe every other week. But I said no I insist. She said
OK.

After seeing that Jenny had approved of the way her two girls
were dressed when we went out for dinner---even though their
panties were pretty much on display at all times---I decided it
was time to further my plans for Jenny. While at her house
babysitting, I checked out her clothes sizes. Blouses, dresses,
panties, bra, everything she wore. I was ready for my shopping
spree for Jenny. I went out Wednesday evening to the local mall.
There was a good selection of ladies clothing stores including a
Victoria Principles. First thing I did was shop for a nice blouse
and skirt at an upscale ladies shop. I found a very nice pleated
skirt that was full (not a tight skirt). Then I looked at
blouses. This was more difficult because I wanted to find a very
feminine and slightly sheer one that would be barely see-through.
At last I had the perfect one selected---it was light beige and
went with the skirt perfectly. I then went to Victoria's and
bought a lacy half bra--that I was sure would completely expose
her nipples, and a sheer thong panty. It was like looking through
a clear window it was so sheer. 

Chapter three
The next Friday, I called Jenny at the bank to remind her we were
going to dinner again with the girls. I told her I would have the
girls ready when she got home. Again, Jenny sounded glad to be
going out instead of the usual dinner at home.

As Jenny walked through the door (around 5:30 PM) the girls and I
were dressed and waiting. The girls were dressed in the new
dresses I had gotten them last week---but this time they had on
some new sheer panties I had bought for them. I wondered how long
it would take Jenny to notice. I told Jenny we were ready to go
but that I would not let her wear her business clothes this
time---I had picked out something for her to wear and it was laid
out on her bed (I didn't tell her it was the new clothes I had
bought). She looked like she was unsure about me laying clothes
out for her---she told me she would just go like she was. I
looked at the girls and told them, "looks like your mom doesn't
want to go out to eat---so come on in the kitchen and I will fix
you something here". Jenny gave me a disappointed look and said,
" You mean we're not going just because I won't change clothes?".
I told her, "That's right". She said OK--OK give me a minute to
change, and she disappeared into the bedroom.

I was not sure if she would really put on what I had bought for
her since she was such a prude. But I hoped she would give in.
About ten minutes later, I heard her call my name so I got up and
walked back to her bedroom. She was dressed in the clothes I had
gotten her and standing by the dresser looking in the full length
mirror---shaking her head left to right (like NO). When she saw
me--she said there was no way she would be seen in public dressed
like this. I looked at her. She was beautiful. The skirt came to
mid thigh, was loose and swirled as she turned towards me. The
blouse was as thin as I had hoped--and you could just barely make
out the lace bra with her nipples just above the cups---but you
really had to look to see them. I told her she looked prettier
than I had ever seen her and ask, "So what's the problem?". She
said, "Look at how short this skirt is---and you can see my bra
through this blouse". I told her that the skirt didn't reveal
anything--and was the same length as everyone was wearing (the
current fashion) and that the blouse matched it perfectly. I
said, "I don't see your bra are you crazy?". She said, " I AM NOT
GOING OUT OF THIS HOUSE LIKE THIS". I told her OK, I'll be in the
kitchen fixing the girls some dinner and I walked out---I was
almost to the living room when she called me. She was in the
doorway to her room looking down the hall at me. She said, "Can I
just wear a jacket over it?". I told her it was 82 degrees
outside---it would look ridiculous. She came down the hall and
took my arm, looked me in the eye and said, "Please--Please don't
"make" me go out like this". I knew from our e-mails that she
wanted and needed someone to "make" her expose herself--but she
didn't know I knew. I said, "I am not going to "make" you do
anything you don't want to do---so why don't we just stay in for
dinner?". She hung her head and whispered< "OK I'll go".
YES!!!----I had done it--and she fell for it!!!!

I had decided we would go to a Chinese restaurant since the girls
liked sweet and sour and the rice---AND--I had picked this
restaurant because it was very popular and always packed with
people. I wanted Jenny and the girls to be on full display for
everyone there. The seating was limited. There was a couch
(actually a booth seat) that ran the full length of one wall. It
had tables in front of it spaced appropriately with chairs on the
outside of the tables facing the wall (or booth seat). I took the
three girls to a table there--and made sure Jenny and Lois sat in
the booth seat facing out into the room---while Barbara and I sat
in the chairs facing them. I was the last to sit down, and as I
was getting the girls seated I made sure to check out Jenny and
Lois. Lois's sheer panties were completely on display and it
looked like she was completely nude under her dress. Jenny's
dress was long enough that it would not display anything unless
she opened her legs. When I sat down---I figured it was time to
humiliate Jenny a little. I said, " Jenny, when you told me at
house the blouse was sheer enough to show your bra---I didn't see
any thing and I thought you were imagining it. But here in the
light of the restaurant--- you're right, I "can" see your
bra--AND both of your nipples too They're sticking straight out
they're hard too, aren't they?". Jenny about doubled over and
crossed her hands over her tits. I told her that she had better
stop covering herself that way---it was obvious to everyone in
the room what she was doing. It would make everyone look at her.
I told her she would be less conspicuous if she just sat normally
in fact if she didn't call attention to herself, maybe no one
would notice at all. She knew I was right about how obvious she
must look---but she did NOT want to uncover her tits. But knowing
she had to--in order to not draw attention to herself--she
dropped her hands but remained hunched over a little. I said, "Oh
great. Like that is better??". She slowly sat up straight. She
had a look of pure terror in her eyes. She wanted to crawl under
the carpet. I glanced around the room and there were already
several men that had noticed Lois's pussy was on display to the
whole room---they were taking quick glances every minute or two.
Jenny was so beautiful--I knew that her protruding nipples would
start to draw some attention also. I could not take my eyes off
her tits and she knew what I was staring at--she just glared at
me. Jenny did not say two more words the entire meal. When we got
up to leave--she all but ran out of the building--leaving me to
get the girls.

At her house--I didn't even walk them to the door. Jenny hurried
the girls into the house at almost a run. I just drove home and
re-lived the night in my mind--the entire night had gone
perfectly. I knew Jenny would be wearing out her vibrator she
wasn't the only on masturbating that night. I was too excited not
to.

The next day being Saturday---I just lazed around my own house
and got some paper work done--I had been putting off, I mowed the
lawn, watched a little TV later that evening I got on the
internet and checked my e-mail. There was a long one from Jenny
(to her imaginary friend). I could not believe what it said. She
told me all about what happened the night before every
detail--from her reaction when she first saw the clothes on the
bed, to our conversations, to her feelings, to what she had done
in bed that night---I mean everything. All her feelings were
there for me to analyze. She told me some things I certainly did
not expect too. She told me how she had gotten so turned on by
her brother seeing her dressed that way, how she had loved the
way he kept staring at her tits in the restaurant, how she had
masturbated thinking about him dominating her and having sex with
her. WOW!! I mean WOW!! I knew I was starting see her as a sexy
woman---but I had no idea she would ever include me in her sexual
fantasies. I would have to think seriously about her
feelings--and my own. I needed to see if I wanted this situation
to continue. I wanted to cut and run but I wanted to have her two
girls to play with--and I was starting to want sexual contact
with my sister too.

During the next week I decided to get Jenny another skirt. This
time I wanted a tight short skirt--that was long enough that when
standing it would not look too revealing---but it had to be short
enough that when she sat down it would be hard not to be showing
her panties (or pussy if I could convince her not to wear
panties). I went to Frederick's. They are in the business of
selling revealing clothes--and the sales girls are easy to talk
to about exactly what you need. In fact, the sales girl
volunteered to model a couple for me. The second one she put on
was perfect. She came out of the dressing room showing a generous
amount of thigh, but it wasn't so short to look like a hooker.
When she sat down on the bench outside the dressing room---I had
a wide-open view of her panties unless her legs were held tightly
together. Luck would have it--It would go great with the beige
blouse I had already gotten Jenny. 

On Wednesday, I got up and headed over to Jenny's (to baby-sit as
usual). I had forgotten it was a holiday of some kind--and the
banks were closed. When I got there, I just went in as usual.
Jenny came out in her long (to the floor) bathrobe. I said, "why
aren't you ready for work?". She said, "It's a holiday--I don't
have to go to work today". She asked me if I wanted some coffee
and we went into the kitchen. As she got the coffee ready--I sat
at the table and we talked about a bunch of nothing--what she was
going to do on her day off, the weather, the girls, etc. When she
sat down with me to sip her coffee, I noticed that her robe was
loosely fastened and would reveal her left tit when she lifted
her cup--or shifted in her seat. She either did not know this or
didn't care. I found it hard to believe that she would not care,
so I took it she did not know it. I was enjoying the occasional
peep show--and I could swear that she saw me looking once or
twice. But she gave no indication that she saw me nor did she try
to close her robe (like I would expect if she knew). 

While we were talking and drinking the coffee, the girls came in
and wanted some breakfast. They said hi to me and jumped up on my
lap. With two girls on my lap it was hard for me to reach around
them to get the cup so I just put my arms around them and gave
them a hug. I let my hands fall into their laps and cupped each
of their pussies. Jenny could not help but see where my hands
were (I saw her glance quickly at them). I checked her face
carefully for a reaction to what I was doing---there was none.
Jenny got up and started the breakfast for the girls and the
girls asked me if I was going to give them a bath. Jenny turned
toward us and said, "Why don't you go ahead and bathe them while
I get the breakfast ready?". So the girls and I left to go to the
bathroom. After we were done with the bath and I was drying them
off---I had the idea to see what kind of a reaction I would get
from Jenny if the girls were nude in front of us. So I lifted
them up in my arms (towels "sort of" wrapped around them) and
walked into the kitchen with the girls. I sat them in two of the
kitchen chairs and let the towels just fall where they may. The
towels were mostly behind their backs and fell open in a way that
they were naked down the front of their bodies. Jenny came over
and set some plates and silverware on the table (absolutely "NO"
reaction from her what-so-ever). Also, I could not help but
notice Jenny's robe belt was looser (intentional????) and her
robe freely showed a lot of leg as she walked back and forth.
When she bent to set something on the table, it bagged open on
top and I could see both her tits swinging and bouncing. I think
my mind was on over load---I could not believe what was going on
this morning (but I was Damn glad about what was happening).

As we ate breakfast, Jenny crossed and uncrossed her legs a few
times and her robe had separated in her lap enough for me to get
a clear look at her pussy (no panties humm?) when she crossed her
legs. She had to know it was doing it. She is such a prude--so
shy (always aware of whether or not she is properly covered).
Jenny looked up (and directly into my eyes) and asked me, "Have
you ever thought about selling your house and moving in with
us?". I about spit out a mouth full of food---I didn't know what
to say. She saw my reaction and said, "You are here almost all
the time anyway and you work here on my computer now---so there
is no reason for you to basically just go home for the nights and
week ends". I looked at her and said, "Are you serious? I can't
live here with you". She said, "Why not?". The girls didn't even
give me a chance to answer their mom---they said,  "Great uncle
Bill is going to live with us". I said, "Wait a minute girls it
would not be right for me to live here". Jenny said, "Just a
thought---think about it". I sat there in silence. Barbara and
Lois were saying over and over, "Please!! Please uncle Bill!!".

After breakfast was over, I told Jenny since she was home, I
could use the day to get a few things done--I had been putting
off. I left to get away from the situation--not because I had
anything to do. I needed some time to think all this through.

Chapter four 

The rest of the week while I was at Jenny's house
babysitting--the girls would not stop asking me if I would come
and live with them. I held them in my lap a lot, hugged them,
told them how much I loved them---and of course had my hands on
their pussies constantly. I would wrestle with them and blow on
their bellies making noises with my mouth. They loved the
constant attention and caresses. 

I was never able to get the thought of living with my sister and
the girls out of my head. I wanted to move in so bad--but thought
it would be wrong to do so. I had decided to keep the girls naked
all the time now--since Jenny had acted like it was perfectly
normal the other day at breakfast when I brought the girls to the
table with nothing but the towels. And the girls were acting like
they loved being nude--so I could do anything I wanted to them.
When Jenny would come home from work and we would have dinner the
girls were naked the whole time and Jenny still had "never" said
a word about it or even acted like she cared. I would openly play
with the little pussies---even in front of their mom. But not in
an obsessive or constant way. Jenny had asked me a couple of more
times if I had considered moving in with them. I told her, "If
you will wear the new tight skirt I got you and the sheer blouse
and bra when we go out to dinner tomorrow night---then I promise
I will sit down with you and discuss my living arrangements.
Jenny said, "I can't go out like that again---you have no idea
how totally embarrassed I was". I said, "Yes I do know---I could
see it in your face---you were horrified. BUT, I think you were a
little excited by it too. I could see that in your face too". She
said, "I WAS NOT!!!!". I just smiled at her. "Do we have a
deal?", I said----"about tomorrow night?". "Maybe", she said.

So the next night, when Jenny got home from work, I had the girls
all dressed up in their short dress---with no panties at all this
time. When I heard Jenny's car I had the girls sit on the coffee
table facing the door. I wanted Jenny to be able to clearly see
their pussies when she looked at them. I met Jenny at the
door---surprise?? she gave me a hug as she came in (never had
before). She saw the girls and walked over to them, stooped down
and gave them a big hug. As she rose and turned back toward
me---I saw no indication that she even noticed---but it was
impossible to look at the girls and not see their pussies so I
now knew for sure---she didn't care in the least that they were
totally exposed. This made me happy. I told Jenny I had laid some
clothes out for her to wear tonight---she gave me an "OH--REALLY"
look---and disappeared into her bedroom to change. She called to
me about fifteen minutes later. I went to her room. She was again
standing in front of the full-length mirror. She had on the
clothes that I wanted her to wear. She looked at me---tears
started to fill her eyes---and ask me, "How do I look?". I told
her she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her voice was
breaking a little when she asked me, "Do I have to go out like
this?". I walked over to her and gave her a big hug---made an
obvious look down at her nipples reached up and softly ran my
hands over her tits---making her nipples stick out even
more---and said, "YES". She had to pick up a tissue to brush the
tears that were now starting to run down her cheek. I turned and
started to walk back to the other room where the girls were
waiting for us. I stopped at the door and ask her point blank,
"Are you wearing those sheer panties I got you?".  She shook her
head yes---more tears filled her eyes. I said, "Take them
off---and I will check to see if you've done it---now when you
get your emotions under control--come on out and we will go". I
then walked on out of the room and back to the girls. When Jenny
came into the living room she said very softly, "I don't think I
can do this". I walked over, put my arm around her and said, "Sis
do you know how very much I love you? I really would like to live
with you and the girls, but we can't discuss it until you show me
you really want me to move in---by doing this for me". I then
without warning, I reached under her skirt and found her now
naked pussy with my hand. SHE HAD DONE IT. AND---she was very
wet. This was working out better than I could ever hope for.

I won't go into the details about dinner--other than to
say--Jenny was totally exposed (at times) and the girls were a
big hit with all the men and even the boys that were in the
restaurant. It must have been a great show for them. I told Jenny
I would come over in the morning (Saturday) and we would discuss
whether or not I could move in with them. I added it would be
nice if she were just in her robe--like the Wednesday she was off
work. Notice--I did not say I wanted her dressed that way or that
she had to be dressed that way. I had worded it the way I did--to
make it her choice.

Chapter five

I got to Jenny's house between 8:30 and 9:00AM the next morning.
I just went on in---I had been walking into her house without
knocking for months---it was the norm for us. I went straight to
the kitchen and started the coffee. Jenny and the girls walked in
not three or four minutes later. Jenny was (in fact) dressed in
her long robe. The girls were still in their pajamas. They sat
down at the table and the girls ask me if I was going to come and
live with them. They seemed to never stop asking me that
question. I told them that mom and I were going to talk about
that today. I told them to go take their pajamas off and come
back for breakfast. Jenny got up and she and I started preparing
something for us all to eat. While we were standing next to each
other at the counter I told her how nice it was that "she" had
decided to dress as I had suggested. I told her it meant a lot to
me for her to please me like that. She smiled. I ask her if she
would undo the belt and let the robe hang naturally. I told her
she didn't have to do it---it was up to her. She said I would be
able to see "everything" and winched at the thought. I told her I
had already seen everything that day she was scared of the
spider. We dropped the subject and started to set the table.

The girls came running into the room about the time breakfast was
almost ready. They were laughing and rowdy. I went over bent down
and hugged them--letting my hands travel completely over their
now naked bodies. When I rose and we went to the table to sit and
eat---I noticed that Jenny had undone the belt on her robe as I
suggested and--it was hanging open down the front. Her tits were
not exposed but her pussy was barely visible through the small
opening. When we sat down at the table though---the robe fell to
her sides--showing everything to me. She looked at me with
pleading eyes I just shook my head "no", She lowered her head and
eyes and just sat there eating her breakfast. The girls and I
talked and joked while their mother sat there completely
humiliated.

After breakfast I told Jenny I was going to bathe the girls and I
would appreciate it if she would give me some help. I said she
could wash Lois while I washed Barbara. She said she would be
glad to help--and started to close her robe I walked up directly
in front of her and looked directly into her eyes---but I did not
say a word. She undid the belt again and let it fall open. When
we had the girls in the tub---I told Jenny she was to wash Lois
"EXACTLY" like I did Barbara. She did not answer---just looked at
me wondering why. I started washing Barbara' s hair first and
then worked my way down her body. Jenny was doing the same to
Lois. When I got to Barbara's pussy and ass---I washed it in such
a way that it was nothing more than me masturbating the girl--and
I kept doing it for several minutes. Jenny was doing the same
thing to Lois--looking at me like she wasn't sure if she cared
for this type of activity. But Jenny never said a word---just
kept washing Lois's pussy. We got the girls out and dried them
off. I told them to go watch TV or play--Mom and I had to talk
about whether or not I was going to move in with them. They
laughed and said, "OH BOY" and ran out of the bathroom. As I
helped Jenny up from the side of the tub where we had kneeled I
reached down and grabbed her pussy through the open robe. She was
soaking wet. I told her--depending on how our talk went--she
might have to get used to me touching her and seeing her naked.
Tears started to fill her eyes again. I reached out and hugged
her to me and gave her quick gentle kiss on the lips. Her eyes
widened and she looked deep into my eyes. Then she leaned forward
and kissed me back---lingering just a little longer than I had.

Jenny and I went into her bedroom to talk. She sat at the dresser
on the chair and I sat on the bed. I started us off by saying,
"You know I love you and the girls more than anyone on earth. But
I have to know how you feel about me. Brothers and sisters don't
normally have the kind of relationship we have started here. If
you don't feel the same about me then---not only had we better
forget about me living here---I might not be able to go back to a
regular brother/sister relationship. This would mean I would
probably move away in order to protect you and the girls and
maybe I could handle my emotions better with the separation". She
started to say something then lowered her head and started to
cry. I gave her all the time she needed to get herself together
and gather her thoughts. She finally lifted her head and said, "
I love you more than anyone else too. I never loved a man not
even my husband like I love you. But I can't understand all of
this. I just know that I would want to die if you left town or
didn't see us anymore". I ask her if she ever had sexual
fantasies about me. I knew from her e-mails where she had told me
(her unknown friend) that she had masturbated to thoughts about
her brother. I now wanted to know if she would admit it. Jenny's
head was down--her chin almost touching her chest. Tears were
streaming down her face. Her voice was soft--almost hard to hear.
Again she started to say something   then stopped. I wasn't going
to let her off the hook. "What was that---I didn't hear you?".
"Yes", she said. "Yes what?", I said. "Yes I have had sexual
fantasies about you", she almost whispered. I sat silent for a
minute--for what she had said to fully register with her--not me.
I wanted her to realize the depth of the emotions she was
having.

I ask her if she felt like she needed me in her life. "Did she
like the way I took care of her and the girls? If we decided to
have me start living with her and the girls---would she feel her
life was more complete? Did she love me enough to do what I ask
of her? Would she try as hard to fulfill my needs as I was trying
for hers? Could she sleep with me and live like a man and wife
even though we were just brother and sister? 

She had answered a tearful and softly spoken "yes" to all the
above questions. I said, "You must have given this an awful lot
of thought to know the answers to all those questions was yes".
"Is this really what you want for yourself and the girls?". Again
the answer was yes. I told her to stand up--take off the robe and
come to me. I stood up as she did. She dropped the robe and
walked the two or three feet between us. She was, for the second
time in her life completely naked in front of me crying like a
baby her arms pulled across her body to hide her embarrassment. I
let her keep herself covered for now put my arms around her and
hugged her. "I love you more than life itself", I said. "Are you
ready to tell the girls?". She asked me to give her a minute to
compose herself and reached down to get her robe. "Just leave
there", I said. She walked back into my arms. I just held her
(for maybe ten minutes) rubbing her shoulders and back---kissing
her forehead softly. Finally she lifted her eyes to mine and
said, "I'm ready". We walked out of her room to tell the girls my
arm still around her.

Happy ending
The girls looked a little surprised to see their mother naked in
front of them since Jenny was always fully covered around them
except for this morning at the breakfast table and even then she
had on a robe even if it was open. I told Jenny, "You tell the
girls what we have decided". Jenny looked at the girls and said,
"Uncle Bill has decided to come and live with us all the time".
The two girls jumped up and ran to us. They were hugging our legs
and telling us how much they loved us and how happy they were. I
had sort of an out-of-body experience as I looked at the scene we
made---three totally naked girls and one fully dressed man
standing in a big circle hugging and kissing each other laughing
and smiling like it was Christmas.
      

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