{ASST} Street_Youth {Mr_Ed} Mgg, ped, 1st, cons Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or purpose other than to entertain. It should not be read by any minor, for it is not intended as an instructional manual in sex. If the idea of underage sex bothers you, do not read any further. Street Youth By: Mr. Ed Routine Variation He had been picking up his neighbour's children for the last few months for he worked in the building immediately beside the school. When he was finished his work before they came over to his workplace, he would pull his car around and catch them as they came out of school. For the last couple of weeks, when he waited for them, he was getting a regular visitor hanging around as he sat in his car. She was about nine or ten years old, he guessed, but not going to that school, and possibly no school for her clothes were not exactly a school uniform. She seemed to like talking with him, and he tolerated it, being as pleasant as he could be with her. He was always glad when the wind was high, for on those days, the smell about her was easier to take as the wind would carry it away from his nose. There was no doubt, she was in need of some better personal hygiene, and some soap and water would have done wonders for her. On this particular day, the wind was blowing well, as she stood by his car door talking to him. Finally, he turned the conversation to things he wanted to know out of curiosity. "Do you go to school, darling?" he asked her. "No sir!" she replied. "I don't have enough money to go to school. I used to get good marks before, but that was awhile ago." "I don't want to get too personal, darling, but are you living with your mother?" he asked. "No sir! She died almost a year ago now," she replied. "Oh, darling, I'm sorry to hear that," he told her. "So who is taking care of you now?" he asked. "I am, sir!" she replied. "Would you be able to spare a little change so I could buy some supper?" Taking out his wallet, he took out a bill that would buy her a good meal and handed it to her. "Where are you living, darling?" he asked. "Please don't put me out, but at your place," she said. "What do you mean? I live alone, and there is nobody living with me!" "I sleep in the little house you have out behind your house. When I leave here, I get my supper, and then walk around to your house and go in the shed when nobody is looking. It's safe and warm in there at night," she added. "What is your name, darling?" he asked. "Linda Grey," she replied. "You're not going to kick me out of the little house are you?" she asked. "No, darling," he assured her. "Would you come around the other side of the car and sit beside me? There is no need for you to walk there, since that is where I am going, and I think we need to look at this whole thing for you. Would you trust me to come with me?" "Sure, mister! Thanks!" she exclaimed before she came around and got in the passenger side. "I'm sorry if I stink at all, but it has been a long time since I got to take a bath. Do you think the other kids will mind my being here with you?" "What other kids?" he asked. "Your neighbours that you pick up here," she said. "They have no reason to mind, Linda," he said. "I am doing them a favour to take them home, so they have no say in anything like that." "You are so nice to them, just like they were your own children," she reported. "They would be so lucky to be yours." "They have a pretty nice father already, so they don't need me. You, on the other hand, do need somebody, and we are going to have to see what can be done to make your life a little better. Oh, good, here they come." Home The kids climbed into the back seat of his car, and said good evening to Linda and him. He introduced them to each other, and then started the car for the drive home. After dropping them off at their place, he drove the other few houses to his, and drove into his garage and parked. Coming out of the car, he headed out to the back shed to look at what was going on there. Inside he found a rolled up blanket, and a throw cushion that deserved to be thrown away. That was, obviously, her bed. Taking her hand, he led her into the house, stopping just at the door. Turning to her, he said, "Would you mind coming into my house with me, or are you afraid to do that?" "I am not afraid of anybody so nice, sir!" she exclaimed, and stepped in ahead of him. Inside, he put down his attache case, and car keys, turned to her and said, "I think the first thing that we must attend to is to get you bathed." "Oh, that would be wonderful, sir!" she told him. "Thank you, so much! I'm really sorry that I stink, but I just don't have any place to bathe like I used to every day." "I understand, and some soap and water will take care of that very easily. Come on with me, and I will show you where the bathroom is, get you a cloth and towel, and then you can get cleaned up." With her little hand in his, she followed him upstairs, and into the bathroom, stopping just outside at the linen cupboard to get the items he mentioned. Inside, he pointed out the shampoo and conditioner, and the bathtub, and asked if she could manage from there. "I don't know how to run that fancy bath thing, and I don't know what those things are for," she told him. "Wouldn't you stay and bathe me instead?" she asked. "You are a girl, darling," he told her. "I'm not supposed to see you naked, you know." "I'm sure you know all about girls, and I don't care," she exclaimed. "Please stay and bathe me, and make sure I am nice and clean? I don't like when I smell so bad!" He thought about it for a few moments. The idea of bathing her had its appeal, not the least of which was ensuring she was clean. Hands on a young girl her age was also appealing to him, although he didn't wish to admit it, even to himself. He agreed, told her to get ready and he turned on the water. Shower "How old are you, Linda?" he asked. "Ten and a half, sir!" she replied. "You don't even know my name, do you, Linda," he exclaimed. "I am Bruce Burns, darling," he said, extending his hand to shake hers. "I know, Mr. Burns," she said. "I've heard the kids call you that when you get them from school. I just didn't know if you wanted me to know, so I just called you sir. "Well, now you know. Climb in here so we can get you clean," he instructed her, while he took off his suit jacket. Undoing his sleeves, he rolled them both up, and then had her sit the wrong way in the tub, with her back to the shower. When she was in place, he turned the water from the bottom to the shower, and got her hair wet. Getting the shampoo, he started in on her hair, getting it well washed, but without much lather. After it was rinsed out, he used some more shampoo. This time, there was lather, too much lather, but he knew her hair was now clean. As soon as that rinsed out, he put some conditioner in, and told her to leave that in. Having her stand up, he soaped up the cloth, and began washing her sweet face and neck. Then he had her move into the water stream again, and rinsed out her hair as well as the soap from her face. Using the cloth, he made sure her ears were free of soap, before adding fresh soap, and starting on her front. He was surprised by the firmness of the two little breasts before him, but washed them along with the rest of her front torso. Turning her around, he did her back, all the way from her shoulders to the little bare bottom. There was no hesitation on her part to spread her bum cheeks open for him to wash down inside the crack, and make sure her anus was properly cleaned. Turning her back to face him, he took great care to properly wash her crotch, again with her legs opening for him, and allowing him complete access to her private parts. With a fresh rinse and supply of soap, he did her two arms, getting giggles as he did the under arms, and then both of her slender legs, and feet. She had to sit in the tub to allow him to work on her foot bottom and try to get the built up dirt crust broken down, and rinsed away. Finally she was done, stood up for a final rinse, and then guided out of the tub onto the soft rug beside the tub while he turned the water off and drained the remaining water from the tub. From head to toe, he dried off the little girl's naked body, enjoying the intimacy of his contact with her. When it came time to properly dry her hair, he had her sit on the toilet seat, and hold onto the sink while he rubbed her head enough to get out most of the water. Getting his hair dryer, he then began drying off the final residue of water, turning it off when his fingers passed through her hair easily. Then he discovered he had a problem...there were no clothes for her to put on, as the things she had worn there were far too dirty to put on a clean body. It didn't take him long to look at her standing there, and then he wrapped her in a fresh towel from the linen closet. "Where are your other clothes, Linda?" he asked. "I don't have any other clothes, Mr. Burns," she replied, her face turned down to the floor. "We'll soon fix that, Linda," to assured her as he took up the things she had worn. Leaving the bathroom, he opened a nearby closed door, to reveal a laundry room. Her things were put into the tub, soap and fabric softener were put in, the cycle was set, the lid closed and the water turned on. Then they left the machine to do its work. Supper Picking her up, Mr. Burns then headed downstairs with Linda over his shoulder, and her giggling all the way. At the bottom, he set her down, gave her a little pat on her bottom, and said, "Lets see what we can find for supper!" Together, they headed for the kitchen, and found lots of leftovers in the fridge, most of it Chinese food. "Now it happens that the Chinese food was from last nights supper because I Loooove Chinese food! It is, of course a terrible thing to be offering a guest leftovers for the first time she is visiting, but do you think you could make do with some Chinese food?" "I think I'd loooove Chinese food, leftover or not," said the young lady. Her repeating the way he said 'love' really struck a note with him, and he felt good to even hear it. So far he liked this little girl, and it seemed to be getting nicer every time he turned around. Getting the things out of the fridge, he proceeded to heat them as required, eventually setting out two platefuls on the kitchen table. "Is it safe to assume you would prefer a fork to chop sticks?" he asked. "It is perfectly safe to assume that thank you sir!" Bringing up his one arm he handled the fork with a flourish, until the handle was setting on his arm before the girl. Giggling first, she answered, "I thank you good sir, but I can not eat this fine food yet." Putting on a deep voice, he asked, "And What is This That You Say?" Why not?" "Because the young man that brought me here has not yet joined me at the table, so, I will have to starve until he arrives." Mr. Burns looked at Linda and smiled. She really was getting under his skin. He got a fork and sat down at the table, with his meal before him. Linda attacked her food like it was going to vanish from before her if she didn't eat it fast enough. "Stop!" he ordered. Linda stopped where she was holding herself frozen. "I realize you have several reasons to be eating that way, but it is not acceptable," he said without any hint of humour for he was totally serious. "The food will not disappear until it goes into your mouth. It is fine food that should be tasted to enjoy it fully. There is more if you want it after you eat what you have. I will warm your bottom if you hold your fork like a shovel. How many more reasons would you like as to why you should not eat like that?" "None, sir, and I am really sorry!" she said, her little face completely serious as well now. "I'm not sure why I did it like that, for I do know better, and I will not do it again. My bottom is available for you to warm if you wish though, sir." Linda was now holding the fork properly, and took up some ready to put in her mouth, demonstrating that she did know how it should be done. They returned to eating their meal, with a little more dignity than before, and exchanged a little light conversation between them. Part way through the meal, Mr. Burns got up, poured a glass of milk from the jug in the fridge and set it down at Linda's place. She stared at it like she did not know what it was. "Milk, darling! It is something that comes from cows, and is very good for you. Now drink it up." "Thank you sir, but I do know what it is, but I haven't seen a glass of it poured for me like that since ..." The tears were flowing too fast to allow her to finish her sentence. Mr. Burns took her up into his arms and hugged the little girl as she cried on his shoulders. There was a lot of pain and sorrow packed together in them and it had taken the trigger to cause it to come out, something that had been needed for a long time, suspected Mr. Burns. It took a long time for the tears to stop, and the food on the table was certainly cold by the time she was ready to settle down. As she was held in his arms, and he was whispering into her ears, she did stop crying, and clung on to him as if he was going to vanish if she let go. When control had been returned, they returned to the table, and both the meal plates were taken up. The two plates were reheated in the microwave oven and re- served to them, and was just as good as before. Linda enjoyed the meal and the glass of milk, giving in to a deep sense of belonging as she ate. When they finished eating and Linda had refused seconds (except for a second glass of milk), he proceeded to get out two dishes, two spoons and from the freezer, two servings of ice cream, as Linda's big eyes watched the treat being prepared. He was sure she had to fight the desire to wolf it down, but she had it in a lady like manner, one spoonful at a time. "Maybe I should tell you in a funny kind of way, but I really want you to know how wonderful supper was." Getting up from her seat, she moved around to before him, threw her arms around his neck and gave him a warm and loving kiss. "Thank you for making me feel like a girl again," she said to him. "The meal and everything has been like the days when my Mom used to take care of me. I miss her so much, and thank you for being just like my mom would have been." His heart was captured, and he took her into his arms, holding her little body next to him, not worrying that his one hand was holding her little backside, and pulling her tight against him. Scooping her up, he set her onto his lap, pulling her tight against him. She felt small and fragile in his arms, and very much in need of care. To her, she felt safe and secure in his enveloping arms, even though it might only be a passing phase in her life, for the future was very uncertain. Somehow she knew, though, that this man was going to make it better than it had been. When he set her back on her feet, she returned to finish off the last little bit of ice cream she had left earlier, while he left the kitchen for a few moments. On his return, they worked together to clean up all the dishes from their meal, and place what was necessary in the dishwasher. There was not enough in there to turn it on, and so it was left for another time, while they headed for the living room, and some comfortable seats. Evening Time Sitting in his easy chair, he indicated that Linda should sit on the chesterfield, which she did. He did not do anything to correct the open leg position she sat in, nor his view of her belly and the top of her vulva, for in fact he was quite enjoying looking at her. They talked about the things that had happened in the past, and how it came to be that she appeared to have slipped between the cracks of the local authorities. No justification for a child of ten living on the street, especially a female child, could be found, and none of what had happened to her seemed to make any sense to him. After sitting and talking awhile, Mr. Burns got up, said he would be right back, and went upstairs. A couple of minutes later, he returned carrying her clothes, garments that looked almost like new. They were clean and smelled fresh, and the fabric was soft, rather than stiff with dirt. When he showed them to her, she looked at them, ran her hands over the fabric, and turned to him to say, "Thank you, Mr. Burns, this is so wonderful!" I don't think you should put them on until the morning, Linda, because I get the feeling you will be spending the night here, and I can probably find a shirt for you to wear for the night." "Do you really mean that, sir? I can sleep in a bed tonight?" she asked. "I need a little time to figure out what I am going to do with you, to help you, but it is too late to get anybody at this time of night, so there doesn't seem to be much choice. Are you afraid of sleeping here tonight?" "Why would I be afraid as long as I'm with you?" she asked. "Because I might try to see your naked body again?" he told her. She immediately opened the towel from where it was tied, dropping it to the floor and stood there naked before him. "You can see me naked all you want, and for as long as you are willing to let me stay here, for all I care. Do you like looking at me?" she asked. "Of course I do," he answered. "You are a pretty, young girl, and how could I not admire your sweet little body? But it is not supposed to be proper for a man to look on a little girl when she is naked." "I don't care what is proper, if you want to see me, I'm all yours, and will show you anything you want to see. You can touch me too, you know!" she added. She moved over to near him, leaving her clothes and the towel behind. Climbing up, she sat down on his lap, put her arms around his neck, and placed a soft warm kiss on his lips. "You are such a temptation, and it would be so easy to take advantage of you, Linda. But it would not be right, and I can't take a chance of anybody knowing I did anything wrong with or to you. Come on, let's go and see if we can find something for you to wear to bed tonight." He got her to stand, took her hand, collected the things from the laundry and the towel off the floor, and headed upstairs towards his bedroom. Determination Along the way, Linda said to him, "I swear to you, Mr. Burns, that if you want to do things to me, I will let you do anything you want, and never speak to anyone about it. Everything that happens here can be our secret, except for how much you helped me. If it hadn't of been for your little house, I would have been raped long before now, so if you want to rape me, then I am yours. I know you will be gentle with me." "Are you still a virgin?" he asked. "Yes sir!" she exclaimed. "Thanks to your little house where I was hiding for so long." "How long has it been darling?" he asked. "I got lucky and found your place on the second night on my own. The first night was scary, but after that I felt safe. I used to watch you do things around your house, and I always knew you were a real nice man." "Damn it!" he exclaimed, stopping at the top of the stairs. "What's wrong?" she asked, quite concerned. "You are walking beside me naked, and I am enjoying it. I do like seeing you that way, even though I know I shouldn't, and on top of that, you are willing to stay that way for me to look at! You are hard to resist!" "Don't bother finding anything for me to wear, because now I am staying this way all night, and you can look and touch as much as you want, for all night if you want. Or until you get tired of me!" "That can't happen, Linda!" he exclaimed. "That can't happen!" He took up her naked body in his arms, and this time, he did not stop himself from placing his hands where he wanted them, including on her breasts, and little bum. Looking into her eyes, he leaned towards her as she leaned forward towards him, met in the middle and kissed gently and sweetly. Moving forward, he took the little girl into his room, sat on the side of the bed, with her legs stretched out behind him on either side of his hips, her crotch pressed against the bulge in his pants. "I can feel how much you want me, Mr. Burns, and it is okay. You can be my teacher, and show me how to make love, because I know you won't rape me. You are far to gentle for that!" She originated the next kiss, this time with her little mouth opened slightly until he pushed it open even more with his lips. No matter how wrong it might be, he knew he was going to have sex with this little ten year old girl, just as he had dreamt about for so many years with a young girl, and there was a good chance he would get away with it. "You like little girls, don't you Mr. Burns?" she asked. "Very much," he admitted to her. "Have you ever had a little girl before?" she queried. "No, darling, that is something that is very unlikely to happen very often. You will be the first and probably the only one for me." "I like that!" she said. "If I can, I want to stay with you after tonight, and be your little girl to fuck any time you want me!" "That would be so nice, Linda," he told her, "but it is highly unlikely that it could happen that way. Society does not approve of that kind of activity." "Then why didn't society help me when my Mommy died, and I had no place to go? Some gave me food but you were the first to really do something nice and help me the way you did. It felt so good to have you wash my hair and the rest of me. When your fingers were rubbing my head, I couldn't help crying it felt so nice. That's when I knew you were as good as I had thought all those times I watched you when you didn't know I was watching you." "So tell me, Linda," he asked her, "how did you know about the school where I first noticed you?" "It took me days and days to find out where you went in the mornings. When you drove away, I would watch you as far as I could, and see where you turned. Then next day, I would go there, and see where you went from that turn, and so on. One day, after you disappeared, I walked on further, and saw your car in the parking lot. When you came out that day, you went to the school, and picked up the kids you dropped off every evening. From then on, I used to watch you at the school, and the way some kids would talk with you. You were always so nice to them, smiling and talking to them. I took a chance of talking to you one day, and you were nice to me, even though I smelled bad." "What happened to your clothes? Are those few things all you have?" he queried. "I used to have more, but that is my last outfit, and it was getting so dirty. Now, it is like I have a whole new outfit, and they smell so nice and fresh. I sure want to thank you for that!" "Something tells me this time tomorrow, you will have a lot more clothes, and something to carry them in as well. I am going to take the day off tomorrow, and you and I are going shopping!" he told her. "Really?" she asked, choking on the words. "You are going to buy me some clothes?" "You bet I am, darling. I can't have you going around with those as the only things you own. No matter how things go about where you live, you need clothes to wear, soap to wash yourself, shampoo to do your hair, and a brush for your hair. Speaking of that, if you will let me, I'd like to brush and comb your hair with my things. They're clean though." A Mother's Touch "You're going to comb and brush my hair?" She received an answer by being picked up, and set down on a chair. Getting his comb and brush, he began by combing her hair, as she sat there and allowed it to happen. When the comb caught in a couple of tangles, she whimpered just a little, but made no loud outcry. By the time he was brushing her head, the tears had returned. "What are you crying about, darling?" he asked her. "My Mommy used to do my hair, and it feels so good when you are doing it, just like she did. I love you, Mr. Burns. I love you more than I can tell you. I just hope you enjoy fucking me as much as I am enjoying what you are doing for me!" He stopped brushing her hair, knelt down and pressed her back against him, reached around and took each of her little breasts in his hands, kneading them gently. When she leaned back her head onto his shoulder, he kissed her little soft cheek until she turned her face to him and he kissed her willing mouth. There was no hesitation on her part when he picked her up off the chair, carried her to the bed and laid her down on her back. Without it being suggested, she brought up her feet to close to her butt, and spread her legs wide apart, exposing her crotch. He could see her vaginal opening was spread apart for she was already sexually stimulated, and showing it. Before he came up on the bed, he took off his clothes while she watched. When his penis came out, hard of course, she said, "Wow!" Kneeling down so he was near her crotch, he put his hands on her, and spread her vagina open even more, looking up inside his little girl. "You're still a virgin for true," he commented when he could see her hymen was still in place. "My Mommy died of aids, but she got it after I was born, and nobody has ever played with me other than me. You are the first, to ever touch me down there, Mr. Burns." "I'm not sure how this is going to turn out, but could you, at least for now, call me Bruce?" he asked. "May I call you Uncle Bruce instead, sir?" she asked. "My Mommy told me to always be respectful of an adult, including calling them by their title." "That sure sounds sweet coming from your lips, Linda. Uncle would be fine, darling," he assured her. I guess it might well help further on, too!" Linda was shaking a little, especially when he held her little hand suspended in the air. "I'm sorry, Uncle, that I am a little scared. Don't worry, though, I'll be fine, and you can do it to me anytime you are ready." "Do you know that your being a little scared makes it more exciting to me?" he told her. Before I do it to you, though, I want to enjoy your sexy little body first. Like these two beautiful little titties that you are growing. I need them in my mouth, and to suck on them like this..." He leaned over and took the first entire breast into his mouth, and used his tongue to rub her little nipple. She responded to this with a groan and pushed her chest towards his mouth. It was as if it was made to fit in his mouth, for it fit so perfectly, and he was able to draw off it, squeezing it with his lips as he pulled away. When his lips clamped down on her nipple and stretched it away from her body, she moaned again, while she looked down to see it happening to her. When it couldn't be stretched any further, it slipped out of his hold, and dropped back to her chest. Then he did the same to her other tittie, as she willingly held it out for him. Leaving her titties, he kissed her around the bottom of her rib cage, and the soft belly between the bones, and on down to the soft belly between her two hip bones. When he slid his hands under her butt, she rested her bum in his hands while he kneaded her two cheeks. As his mouth approached her vulva, she began to whimper a bit, and replaced it with a cry of satisfaction as his lips came to rest on her vulva, and he started kissing her. She was groaning openly as he continued to kiss her privates, and when his lips came to hold her clitoris, she climaxed, twisting her upper torso with the ecstasy of the moment and feeling. That was when he climbed up over her little body, and placed the end of his penis into the vaginal opening. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, her mouth hanging open in anticipation of what was to happen. With a little pressure, the barrier went down almost as if she didn't have one, and he penetrated up inside her little vagina. "That feels good, Uncle Bruce," she declared. "I thought it was supposed to hurt when it first went in," she commented. "You're cherry must have been very thin, and it went in real easy darling," he told her. "I guess you can consider yourself lucky for that." "I think I am lucky that you are fucking me," she countered. "Oh, yes! When you rub it feels so nice!" The way was clear, and he was in the early stages of fucking a little ten year old cunt, and he liked the feeling it gave him, as well as making him feel very guilty. He was glad she was so receptive and willing. His pumping her brought her to another climax, and caused her to ask for him to do it harder. With some heavy pumping, he brought her to another climax, and allowed himself to come at the same time, releasing his sperm deep up inside her sweet little body. Only with every ounce of control he could bring to bear was he able to keep from crushing the sweet little body beneath him, as he lost most of his muscle control with the climax. "You made that the most wonderful thing I've ever know, Uncle Bruce," declared Linda. "I thought it would hurt and it was nothing more than a little pinch. It felt so good, and I feel so complete with you inside there. Please don't go away, and let me stay like this forever! I love you so much!" Bruce rolled the two of them over together, remaining inside her as he landed on his back with her against his belly. Reaching up, he stroked her little face, and then ran his fingers through her hair. As his fingers reached her back, the continued on down, over her little bum, right down to where his cock remained inside her. She threw her head back as he ran his fingers around her vaginal lips, providing her with an aftermath to her climax. Bringing his hands up to her chest, he pushed her up into a sitting position, astride his belly with her still impaled on his penis. She helped by bringing up one knee and then the other to arrive there, allowed him to stare at her sweet naked body sitting on his cock, her crotch stretched to the limit, and allowing him to see the end of his penis still inside her. When he sat up to kiss her, his penis dropped out, and they shared a warm passionate kiss for several minutes, enjoying the closeness of their bodies. Finally, he took her still wrapped around him, and picked her up, carrying her into the bathroom. There he placed her on one of the two toilets, except this one was the bidet. Turning it on, the stream of water shot up into her still open vagina, and gave her a wash out, causing her to open her eyes wide at the first of the water stream entered her. Then she sat there until he turned it off, allowing it to happen to her. Even as it happened, she turned her little face up to look into his, and gave him a smile that could have melted the hardest heart. He was already enamoured with her, but he sure liked her looking at him like that. After the wash out, she slipped her little hand into his as soon as he finished drying her crotch off with some tissue, then accompanied him back through the bedroom and down the stairs. Another dish of ice cream seemed to be on his mind, served up with a small piece of plain cake on the side, it became another real treat. No words had been exchanged between them for quite awhile, but their eyes told all. When their treat was done, he held out his arms to her, and she jumped up into them, wrapping her legs around him once again. She turned out the light as they left the kitchen, and remained there as they climbed the stairs. Each light she turned off as they came to it, until they reached his bed once again. He pulled down the sheet and placed her there, laying down beside her, and turning off the bedside lamp, leaving them in darkness. They kissed for a little bit, until he sensed she was falling asleep. He continued to hold her until he heard her soft regular breathing, and knew she was gone, before he allowed himself to drift off to sleep. Shopping Day When the alarm sounded, his reaction of turning it off was automatic, but it had startled Linda. Sitting up in the bed, she looked at the man she had slept beside all night, remembered what had happened the night before, and knocked him back onto the bed as she fell forward onto his chest. They kissed, before saying 'good morning' to each other. Suddenly, he dumped her off him, got up and headed for the bathroom as she scampered to follow. He had his pee before she did, and then went looking for his toothbrush and toothpaste. When she joined him, he rinsed his toothbrush out, passed it to her for her to do her own teeth. While she did, he turned on the shower, and climbed in. She joined him as soon as she finished her teeth, and they showered together, each doing their own bodies this time. The drying off was done by him, until she insisted on taking the towel from him to complete his drying from the waist down. Returning to the bedroom they both got dressed, Linda putting on the freshly washed outfit she had been wearing yesterday, pausing to smell the freshness of the fabric before putting it on her body. Then, hand in hand, they headed down to the kitchen, and preparations for breakfast. Under his guidance, Linda did what she could to help, and it wasn't too long before they were sitting at the table with a meal of bacon and eggs, toast and juice, plus milk for her, and coffee for him. She could not have felt more content than she did at this moment. Bruce made a call at the appropriate time to inform his work that he would not be at work that day, and to have one of his staff pick up the children from school and drop them home. He was free from those obligations for the day. Getting Linda into his car, they headed out for some very necessary shopping. Starting with a clothing store for children to young adults, all the essentials of underwear, both braziers and panties, sleepwear, bathing suit, robe, blouses, shirts, sweaters, skirts, shorts and jeans as well as dress pants and some nice little dresses were purchased there. Moving on to a hair care establishment, the needed brush, comb, and assorted things to do with hair care were purchased, and another hair dryer for her use. At a store offering more generalized merchandise, they found a school bag designed to be worn on the back, and then moved on to a toy store where a doll was bought for her, along with some other things that she could entertain herself with. The final stop was a grocery store, and additional supplies were purchased to compliment what he already had at home, but improving on the choices suitable to a young girl. Along the way home, they stopped for some food at a fast food restaurant, and arrived back about the middle of the afternoon. It had been a very successful day from his point of view, and from Linda's she was in heaven, having so much spent on her, and having all those new things. On the way home, she seemed a little moody, but he could not find out why. Now they were home, and he decided to try again. Concern For A Friend "Would you come over here please, Linda?" he asked. She came and was sat down on the coffee table before him. "I want to know what is bothering you, and don't tell me it is nothing. Come on, give it to me straight up, please!" "I'm sorry, Uncle Bruce, but I was thinking of a friend of mine, and wondering how she was getting along. She's probably wondering about me too." Then she sat up, as if an idea had come to her. "Uncle Bruce, since I have all these new things, could I give her my old clothes that you washed for me and made smell so nice?" she blurted out. "What I would like you to do is to tell me about your friend, and then we can see what can be done," he said. "She's living on the streets just like me, staying behind a garage at nights, and sleeping inside the garage when it rains. There are places she knows to get food, and she always got enough to share with me. She has stolen a few things, but she only took what we really needed to eat that day." "How old is she?" he asked. "She's a little older than me by seven months. That means she's eleven right now. We used to spend our days together, and then go to our own night time hiding places. I think my place was a lot better than hers, but I couldn't take a chance to tell her about mine in case you found out and threw us out." "Do you know where to find her?" he asked. "Sure!" she affirmed. "Not right now, for she could be different places, but I know where she will be later on near supper time. Are you going to let me give her my old clothes?" "Yes, you may do that, but..." He was interrupted by her throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him on the mouth. Holding her back, he said, "How would you feel if I tried to help her as well as you?" "Would you?" she asked in disbelief. "I'm sure she'd be willing to go to bed with you since you like little girls, Uncle Bruce. You could have two of us to fuck if you wanted." "I'm more concerned about her being out on the street without proper care. Why don't we go out and try to find her, and you can tell her that I'm willing to help her if she wants me to, but if she is afraid, I don't want you to try and force her. Let her decide for herself. Okay?" "Sure, Daddy!" she said. "I'll do it anyway you want, but I'm sure she would be happy to come here with you, especially when I tell her how nice you are." Bruce had noticed the change in name, but let it pass as a slip of the tongue. "Are you sure you would not be jealous if I tried to help both of you?" he asked. "Oh, no, sir!" she exclaimed. "If it hadn't of been for her, I'd have probably starved to death by now. Are you really going to help her?" "That will be up to her, Linda," he replied. "What is her name?" "Wendy, sir," she said. "I don't know her last name, but she is really nice. You might not like that she swears a lot, but I bet she would stop swearing if she had you helping her. Oh, Daddy, I'm so happy!" "What is this Daddy, business, Linda?" he asked. "I'm sorry, Uncle Bruce," she said. "I've been pretending to myself that you were my Daddy, and forgot what I was saying in the excitement about Wendy." "You want me to be your Daddy?" he asked. "More than anything in the world!" she said in a very quiet voice as she looked at the floor. "Well, I can't think of a sweeter daughter to have than you, Linda," he said. "If that is how you feel, I have no objections to you calling me Dad or Daddy!" Linda put her hands up over her mouth, and looked at him with such a shock and disbelief on her face that she could not hide it. When he smiled at her, nodded his head, and held out his arms to her, she got up slowly, stepped forward, and then suddenly wrapped her arms around him in a bear hug. "Oh, Daddy! Thank you! Thank you! I love you so much, Daddy! I've got a Daddy!" The last was a shout! "Hey! Don't deafen me!" "I'm sorry, Daddy! My very own Daddy! I love you so much!" "Well if you must know, I love you too, Linda!" he declared. Over and over she kissed him, her little frame pressed as tightly to him as he could manage. Finally, he took her little head in his hands, held her back, and said, "Save that for later, but I think we have something to do." "What?" she asked, and then realized, "Oh, yea! Wendy! What time is it?" "Just going on five o'clock," he replied. "I know where she will be in a few minutes, Daddy," she said. Could we go there now?" "Let's go!" he replied. The got in the car, and he was directed to a part of town he had been in before, but was not too familiar with, especially in the back lanes where they headed under Linda's direction. "We best not drive too close to where she will be, otherwise we might scare her away," he suggested. She agreed, and said it was just ahead where she would be any time now. Can I go there and wait for her?" "What I would like you to do, is stay where I can see you if at all possible," he told her. "I'm not about to loose my new daughter so soon!" "Oh, Daddy! I'll be fine, but you will be able to see me from here. Thank you, sir! Thank you!" Linda got out of the car and went a little further down the lane, and then waited still within his sight. She did not have long, for soon she was joined by another little girl, and much excitement and dancing took place with the two of them. Then it settled down and they talked for awhile. Somewhere along the way, Linda turned and pointed towards him, and the other girl looked, wearing a very worried and serious face upon her. They talked a little more, and then the two started walking towards him. Drawing close to the car, they came up to him on his side. "Daddy, I'd like you to meet Wendy. Wendy, this is Mr. Burns, the man I've been telling you about." "Good evening, Wendy," he said. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions and concerns in your mind, but I am not here to scare you, but I would like to help you, and I am willing to help you on your terms. You will not be forced to get into the car or to go anywhere with me you don't want to go. You will not be required to do anything you don't want to do. I would love to have the chance to talk with you, but I don't want to scare you, darling. You tell me what you think about it all, and we will go from there. Okay?" "You really do seem nice, Mr. Burns," she said. "I'm sorry I'm scared, but too many men have tried to do things to me that I didn't want, and I don't usually talk to men if I don't have to." "I can well imagine, Wendy. You are a very attractive girl, even under all those clothes, and I am sure that many men would love to have their way with you." "Is he really as nice as he sounds, Linda?" she asked of her friend. Linda pushed past her, came up to him in the car, and placed a kiss on his lips. "I'd trust him with my life, Wendy!" she said, even while she was looking at his eyes. Turning to her friend, she said, "The only thing you have to risk is a really nice meal! If you don't want to stay, he'll bring you back here or anywhere else you want to go, including right beside your secret place. Isn't that right, Daddy?" "Yes it is, Linda," he assured her. "You call him Daddy?" asked Wendy. "I was pretending he was my Daddy in my dreams, and when I got excited about you, I forgot and called him that. He said it was alright! I've got my very own Daddy!" "I think I would be in the way," she said. "I hope you are happy with your new Daddy, Linda!" "Hold up there, Wendy," he called to her. "You would not be in the way! I admit I feel very close to Linda, and I don't think that will change. It does not mean that I can't help somebody else though! And at the very least, you don't want to miss a nice supper out, do you?" "You won't be in the way or mess anything up for me, Wendy, I promise you. I trust him so much, that I know I'm not going to loose him to anybody else, even if you are older than me!" "I don't want to go anywhere for supper, cause I look too awful! Where could we go with me dressed like this?" "We could do one of two things, Wendy," he told her. "We could go through a take out service to get some food and then eat in the car, or we could go to my home, and I could put something together for all of us. It would be your choice, either way." "Would you really take me to your place?" she asked. "Of course I would, Wendy. I can see that under those clothes is a very nice caring young lady, and I want to find out the best way to help the two of you. We could talk and figure out the best way, and at the very least, Linda has some clothes she wants to give you. Then I would take you wherever you wanted to go, just as Linda told you." "Thank you, Mr. Burns," said Wendy. "I think I would like that, at least the supper and clothes part." Linda took her by the hand, walked around the car and got in, pulling her friend in after her. Bruce started the car and left the area, heading for his own home. Home Again Within a few minutes, Bruce drove into his garage and stopped the car as the garage door closed behind them. Wendy looked a little nervous with that, but Linda said, "Isn't that neat? The door opens for him and he drives straight in. From here we go straight into the kitchen, and you should see all the neat things he has; microwave and everything!" Her enthusiasm seemed to calm down Wendy, and she followed meekly behind her friend. "First things first!" said Mr. Burns. "Let's see what we are going to have for supper. Oh, lord, look at the time!" He went to the fridge, and started checking out what was in there. "Well ladies, it seems we have stayed out a little late to start supper from the frozen things I have to cook, so how about I have some food delivered? It will be a lot faster, and maybe give us some time to talk." "Could we have Chinese food again, Daddy? It was so good!" Linda added. "Those are sweet words to me, Linda, for that is one of my favourites. That okay with you, Wendy?" "That would be great, thank you, sir," she replied. Bruce could see she was still tense, but beginning to let up a bit. "When I came here, Daddy took me upstairs, and bathed me, and gave me things to wear while he washed my old clothes. Let me get them and wait till you smell them." She had run off, leaving Wendy in the kitchen alone with him. He picked up the telephone and called his favourite Chinese restaurant. Being a regular customer of theirs, he was sure of good service and food. By the time he had finished the order, Linda had returned with her original outfit, and they were both looking at it. "He got it so clean, it's like a new outfit, and he said I could give it to you. You want to put it on?" she asked. "He bathed you?" asked Wendy, ignoring her question about the clothes. "Naked?" "He is the most loving man you could imagine, Wendy," she said with complete assurance. "Would you bathe me, Mr. Burns?" she asked. "I'd like Linda to be there, if you don't mind, though, sir." "I could do that for you if you wish, Wendy, or you could do it for yourself, if you wished." "I think I'd like for you to bathe me, if you don't mind, sir," she said. "Let me tell you, Wendy, that I like little girls, and it would please me immensely to bathe you, but not if that scares you. I don't want to scare anybody." "You want to see me naked, and touch me?" asked Wendy. "Only if you want that, darling," he replied. "I'm in your home, and you could force me to do anything you want, but you even admit you want to fool around with me! I think you are right, Linda. I like him...I like him a lot, even if he does want to fool around with both of us, I guess." "He already took my virginity last night, and it was wonderful, Wendy!" she told her. "I'd not tell anybody else, and I would call you a liar if you ever told anybody." "Didn't it hurt?" she asked. "He made it the most wonderful thing I've ever done in my life. I can't wait for him to do it to me again. I hope he lets me sleep in his bed again tonight. Do you know how great it was to go to sleep in his arms and wake up the same place?" "Are you going to bathe me now, Mr. Burns?" she asked. "I can't right now, Wendy. The food will be here any minute, and I have to be here for that. Could you wait until after we eat?" "Only if you will let me sit at the other end of the table," she said. "I smell bad!" "That is not a problem," he assured her. "While we are waiting, how about your telling me why you are living behind some garage someplace?" "I ran away from home about the same time Linda's Mom died, and we sort of linked up with each other. We've been friends ever since," she added. "But why did you run away, if you don't mind me asking Wendy?" he persisted. "Because my uncle fucked me!" she exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Burns, I shouldn't swear, but I get so mad when I think about it. He was so rough and it hurt for a long time afterwards. I left the next day, and haven't been back since." "Why didn't you tell your mother?" he asked. "I phoned her one day and told her. She yelled at me and called me a liar so I hung up on her." "Since then, has any man had his way with you?" he went on. "No sir! The only one that got close to doing it got kicked in his balls. I heard he was in the hospital for a long time afterwards, but I don't care." "But you are willing to let me bathe you, even though you feel that way about men?" "You are different. You are not forcing me, and even telling me you would like to do it. I don't know if I could do it with you, but from what Linda has said, I guess I would. She has the hots for you tonight though. She gets first dibs on you as far as I am concerned." Before anything more could be said, the door bell rang. The food had arrived. Following a wonderful meal, and after the girls had drunk the milk they were both given, they put the leftovers away in the fridge. Then they headed upstairs to the main bathroom. Linda was first to go in, and immediately began to strip off her clothes. Looking at Wendy, she said, "I need to bathe too, and I thought if you saw me get undressed you'd feel better about it." "Thanks, Linda," she told her, and it was obvious it was a heart felt thanks. Wendy also stripped off the multiple layers of clothes she was wearing. Clean Up Time "Bring your things when you are out of them Wendy, and we will put them into the wash. They might as well be cleaned up while you are," he told her. Then he went across the hall to the laundry room and started preparations. Moments later, Wendy was standing at the door, and dropped them into the washing machine when Bruce pointed to it. He turned on the machine, and they returned to the bathroom. "You are a lot skinnier now that you don't have all those clothes on, Wendy," he observed. "I hope you didn't want me fat, sir!" she said. "I just didn't have anywhere else to keep them, so I wore them." "I didn't want you skinny or fat, Wendy," he said. "I wanted Wendy to be Wendy, and I am not concerned over how that looks, but if you don't mind, you are very pretty, and it is nice to see you naked." "You always say the right things, Mr. Burns?" she asked. "Always!" answered Linda. She got a kiss for that and a little pat on the bare bum. Wendy noticed both. With the two girls in the tub, he had to have them stand. Telling Linda that she should not get her hair wet again for she shampooed last night, he proceeded to wet Wendy's hair, and then get the shampoo into it. As with Linda, it did not lather much during the first application for her hair was too dirty, and it absorbed all the shampoo. When she was rinsed, and the second, small amount of shampoo was put in, it lathered nicely and he knew her hair was clean. The conditioner went in after the soap was rinsed out, and remained there while he washed her face and neck. Then her entire head and face were rinsed off under the running water. Bruce then soaped up a cloth, and began washing Linda from her shoulders to her crotch. As soon as he finished her, he turned and began washing Wendy, also from her shoulders to her crotch. She was breathing deeply when he first contacted her breasts, but allowed it to happen. When he came down to the front of her crotch, she pulled in another quick breath. Turning to Linda, he did one of her arms and then the other before he turned to do Wendy's arms. Then Linda was turned around for her back as Wendy watched. She was less hesitant when he began on her back, and even opened a little for him to get into the crack of her bum. Both cooperated as he did their legs, and at the same time the available crotch, since their legs were open to allow it. Following a good rinse, they both emerged for the drying off process. When it was Wendy's turn, she allowed his passing the towel over her breasts to dry them, and spread her legs for his attention to her crotch. As soon as they were both dry, he told Linda to loan Wendy a nightgown, and tapped her bare bum to send her off in the right direction. Wendy did not follow, but stood looking where Linda had gone. "What happened to you, Wendy?" he asked. Bedtime Snack "I'm not moving until I get the pat on the bum she got!" she told him. She got her pat and then headed off for the borrowed nightgown. Both of them returned to him as he finished up in the bathroom, and together they headed downstairs. This time, the treat was a banana split, for he had bought a small hand of bananas from the grocery store earlier. When he added some toppings and whipped cream, the girls both giggled, and didn't hesitate to dig in. As they ate, Mr. Burns leaned forward to Wendy, and kissed the end of her nose, or so she thought. When he was licking his lips, she realized he had taken the whipped cream off the tip of her nose. Linda added some deliberately, and he took that off with his mouth as well, to the giggles of the girls. "May I assume you are planning to stay over tonight, Wendy?" he asked. She stopped eating, looked at him and began to cry. "What on earth?" exclaimed Mr. Burns. Going around the table to her, he held out her arms, and she came willing into them. "What are you crying about, Wendy?" he asked. "I was having a dream about belonging here, and it was so nice. I forgot this is Linda's place, and I am just a visitor." "Do you want Wendy to stay here with us, Linda?" he asked. "Oh, yes, please, Daddy!" she replied. "Then I guess you are no longer a visitor, but you are living here for now, at least until I can make better arrangements for you both." At first, Wendy was very happy, for she was accepted and would be staying there. Then both the girls became worried. It was Linda that asked, "What do you mean, better arrangements, Daddy?" "As much as I may want to keep you here, if the authorities ever found out I had two little girls living with me, I'd be gone to jail." "If the authorities cared about anybody, then Linda and I would not have been living on the streets for the last year with nobody caring for us. Please don't make us go," asked Wendy. "You're my Daddy," declared Linda. "I can't leave you now!" Both of the girls were upset visibly, and it was not just a surface thing, but very deep inside them. "Okay, girls, we will have to work out things better, but for now, you are both staying. Okay? Now, let's do the important thing, and finish our desert before it melts away." They all returned to the banana splits he had made for them, but the mood was still somber. It took awhile for the matter to be set aside, for their concerns seemed to hang over them as other things progressed. Tomorrow's Plan "Tomorrow, I must go to work. What do you ladies think you will do for the day while I am gone?" he asked. "We could go around the old places we used to go," suggested Linda. "Why don't we stay around here, and clean up the yard?" asked Wendy. "I think we should try and do something for Mr. Burns while he is working, don't you, Linda?" "We could do that, but it wouldn't take us all day. While we are waiting for him to come home, we could walk around to his office, and when he is done, we could get a ride back here, after he picks up the neighbour's kids from school." "I expected you to say you would watch television, or play some games or something like that, but all you talk about is being out on the street. Don't you like it here?" he asked. "But you wouldn't want us to be here when you are not home, would you, Mr. Burns?" asked Wendy. "I don't know why not, if you are going to be like family and live with me," he said. "We need to be able to trust each other if things are to work out, so we might as well start now!" he declared. Wendy turned to Linda as if he was not there and said, "You have got to be one of the luckiest girls alive to have met a guy like this. And you have got to be my very best friend of all times for coming out to find me when you could have just left me on my own. I owe you, girl!" Turning to him, Wendy went on, "If you will let us stay here while you are at work, then I will do my best to make sure that when you return home, this entire house is clean and shining for you, sir. You won't need to worry, for there won't be anything missing when you come home, and we will both be waiting for you when you get here, sir." "I'll help you too, you know!" declared Linda. "I don't know a lot about cooking, but maybe we could get supper for Daddy, too!" "Neither of you need to be undertaking so much work, ladies," he said. "If you want to watch some movies, I'd be happy to leave a couple out for you, and show you how to work the equipment. Linda has some new games that need to be tried as well." "Now I know Linda got lucky! You don't need to worry, Mr. Burns," said Wendy. "We will keep busy, and take care of your home while you are away, sir." "Okay, ladies, I think it is getting late, and I know I am ready for bed," he said. "Are you coming?" Both the girls followed him, turning off the lights as they headed upstairs. Sleeping Arrangements "Wendy," he said upon reaching the top landing. "Tonight, I would like to have Linda sleep with me in my bed, and have sex with her." Linda was dancing around the hall when he said that. "What would you like to do? I have a spare bedroom if you want to be on your own, or you could join us while Linda and I do our thing together. It is your choice." "I'd love to be with you guys, and watch, if you will let me," said Wendy. "As long as that is okay with Linda, then so be it!" he declared. Linda took Wendy's hand, and led her into his bedroom. He took it she didn't mind if Wendy watched. Inside the bedroom, Bruce went over and sat on the side of his bed, took off her shoes, and then turned to the girls standing beside each other. Moving together, they both took off their nightgowns, leaving them both naked to his view. Deliberately, Bruce looked over their bodies, admiring the little breasts each had, and that he had bathed. As he looked down at the fronts of their vulvas, they both spread their legs slightly apart to allow him to look at them. At his signalled request, they both turned their backs to him to allow him to look at their little exposed bums. When he held out his hands to them, they both came close enough to put their hands in his outstretched offering. "Do you two have any idea of how sexy I find it to look at the two of you? You are both so sweet, and beautiful!" "It feels good to have you look at us, Daddy," said Linda. "Me too, Daddy," added Wendy. "Does it make you feel good when we call you Daddy?" "It makes me feel very good, Wendy, but not for the sex part of it. If you want to call me that, it should be because you want to, and not for just something you think I want to hear." "I know you want to look on us, and do things to us, Daddy, but I want to call you Daddy the same as Linda does. I've never met a man that I wanted to be close to like you, even though you happen to like us as little girls to play with." "Then I'm pleased that you feel that way, Wendy," he said. Letting her hand go, he took Linda into his lap, and leaned over to kiss her little mouth. She responded willingly, and brought her chest forward as he began to touch her breasts. When she was picked up and laid out on the bed, she drew her feet up, spread her legs and exposed her crotch to him. While he undressed, he looked at her waiting there, knowing he was going to get into her. She was smiling a little, torn between being happy, and being sexy. Going down on her, he began kissing her exposure and licking all through the slot, over the clitoris, and into her vaginal opening, while she pushed herself up to receive his tongue. As soon as she climaxed, he got over her and pressed his penis inside of her, as she lay there and groaned with the satisfaction of him being inside her once again. For several minutes after that, he pumped in and out of her, until she reached another climax, and he allowed himself to come at the same time. Again, he had to hold firm to keep his weight off of her as he tried to hold onto enough control over his muscles to hold him up. Then he pulled out, and laid down beside her on the bed. "You are one beautiful girl, Linda. It is so nice to be able to have sex with you." "It feels really good when you fill me up, Daddy!" she declared. "I'm glad you like fucking me." Together, they walked to the bathroom and Linda sat on the bidet while her insides were washed out by the stream of water that shot up into her. That was when they heard Wendy. She was rolling on the floor, groaning loudly, for she was having a sexual climax, and her hand was still between her legs as they looked. Bruce went over to kneel beside Wendy. When he placed his hand on her, she turned over to face him, and spread her legs open. He closed them back again so he could pick her up, and carry her to the bedside, where he put her down on his lap. When he started to push his hand down between her legs, they opened again, and he went down over her vulva, and entered her with his finger. Lying back on the bed, her butt still on his lap, she accepted his playing with her, responding to the fingers of his other hand as they played with her vulva and clitoris. With his finger moving in and out of her vagina, she quickly came to another climax, groaning openly as the sensations spread over her body. Linda had been watching all the while, and when Wendy climaxed, she asked Daddy, "Are you going to fuck her tonight? She's ready for you right now." "No, darling," he told her. "We can't take a chance right now, and will have to wait until she is examined by a doctor." "Why, Daddy?" asked Wendy. "Is there something wrong with me?" "I don't think so, Wendy, but until you are checked, darling, then the only sex we should have is with the hands, and fingers. There are too many things around that we have to worry about to have sex without some responsibility being a part of it." "Last year, I was checked at the clinic, and they told me I didn't have any diseases. They even gave me a piece of paper that said I had been checked for aids, and didn't have it, or was negative as they put it." "Have you had sex since then?" he asked, even though she had said no earlier. "I already told you I haven't had sex since I was raped by my uncle," declared Wendy. "I took the test because he had raped me, and I wanted to know. I was scared about that until the nurse told me I was negative, and explained what that meant." "Where is that paper now, Wendy?" he asked. "Hidden at my secret place where I slept at night," she said. "Tomorrow evening, I would like to take you where your secret place is, have you get the paper, and show it to me. Would you allow me to do that?" "If that means you will be able to do me like you did Linda, I'd be willing to go there tonight and get it." "Leave that for the tomorrow evening, darling," he told her. "It is getting late, and we all need to get some sleep." Bruce left the two girls on his bed while he took a much needed trip into the bathroom, had his pee and returned to find them both asleep. He allowed himself a few minutes to enjoy their two naked bodies, with only a minimum of direct petting, and then he climbed in with them and was soon asleep himself. Morning Play When he awoke the next morning, Linda was backed up against his chest, and his arm was over her. His morning erection was already pointing itself into her crotch, and a slight movement on his part put it into her vaginal opening. The feeling of the end being inside her was too much, and he had to press it in further, and soon found himself deep inside her. When she woke to find him inside, there was no objection, and the two of them turned, Linda onto her belly, with Daddy over top of her back, and feeling the warmth of her little butt against his belly. She took her fucking well, even when Wendy woke up to find them busy together, and went down in the bed for a closer look at the penetrations of a man's cock into a girl's cunt. As soon as they climaxed, they allowed the sensation to drain away, and then were in a mad dash for the bathroom. Bruce won and was having his pee when the girls came in wanting to do the same thing. Linda used the bidet while Wendy had to wait for Bruce to finish, and then immediately sat down for her pee, even before he had a chance to flush the toilet. Linda asked Daddy if she could share some of her clothes with Wendy, and was given approval, while Bruce got himself dressed in a business suit, and became a very imposing figure when he arrived downstairs looking forward to some breakfast. The girls had gone down ahead of him, and got out little glasses of juice, and started a pot of coffee, but were not sure what to have for the main item. Bruce got out some cereal, added some sugar, sliced bananas, and milk, to make an excellent meal and start for the day. Morning Work While they ate, Bruce mentioned some items they needed to know about to be there in the house, and then he kissed each goodbye before he drove out for work. The two girls spent a little time talking with each other while they cleaned up the breakfast dishes, and then looked for what needed to be done around the house. The girls found a broom in a tall closet, and several pieces of cloth which they assumed to be dusters. Beginning downstairs, they worked their way through the house and went through every room cleaning the floor and dusting everywhere. It was getting close to lunchtime, but they only had one more room to do, and decided to wait for lunch until it was finished. That was when Daddy arrived unexpectedly and unheard until he was standing in the room doorway. "You certainly have been busy, and what an excellent job you have done," he told them as a way of announcing his presence. "You're home, Daddy!" shouted Linda as she ran across the floor to hug him. Wendy was a short way behind Linda, but the both received an equally warm reception. "We've almost finished dusting and sweeping, Daddy," said Linda. "Have you had lunch yet, Dad, or are you here to get some?" asked Wendy. "I took a chance that you hadn't eaten yet, and brought home some lunch. It's in the kitchen waiting for us. The work you have done is a lot, and it certainly makes our home look a lot better than before. Very well done, ladies!" The pride at his praise was evident in the faces of both the girls as they headed downstairs with him, happy that he was home so early. Proof of Health & Shopping "Do you need to go back to work today, Daddy?" asked Wendy. "No darling, I don't need to go back to the office until Tuesday. Monday is a holiday, so we have the weekend to ourselves." "Then would it be possible for me to go back and find that doctor's paper at the garage? I'd really like to show you as soon as possible," stated Wendy. "As soon as we finish eating, darling," he told her. "May I come with you guys?" asked Linda. "Of course," responded Daddy, his manner indicating how silly the question was. Following lunch, they all climbed into the car, and drove to Wendy's secret garage. She collected the doctor's paper proclaiming she was free of aids and other sexually transmitted diseases as of the date about three months ago. Then they headed to the clothing store where Linda's things had been purchased, and Wendy had the same experience of being supplied with clothes covering from the skin on out. The toy store was taken in for a similar but different doll for her, and the drug store became the hair products supplier, on this occasion. Then they were heading back to his house and the girl's new home. When they arrived, it was just a little past the middle of the afternoon hours, but the girls were far too busy to think of anything other than then new clothes, and the doll. By the time they realized they were hungry, it was a little past the normal supper hour, and they were wondering what was to happen about supper. Daddy's Supper Arriving in the kitchen, they found a table set with three place settings, and something hot coming out of the oven. Daddy had a roast of beef, roast potatoes, corn and a small garden salad, all carefully placed on each plate in a most appealing manner. When two of the plates were brought to the table, the two candles set there were lit, and then the other plate was moved over to complete the table setting. Two places already had a glass of milk beside them and from these the girls knew where they were to sit. As soon as the kitchen lights were turned off, the entire setting took on a surrealistic appearance with romantic overtones. When they sat down and began to eat, they found the food as good as could be found in most restaurants, and to them a long way towards being far better. Then didn't even notice that music was playing in the background, but the entire setting was overwhelmingly beautiful. Conversation was generally about the things the girls now had to wear, and the dolls that they had to play with. Somewhere along the way, they realized it was all because of the man that had prepared them the meal, for which he was elevated in stature in their minds. He became a hero to both the girls. Following the meal, he told them he would like to bathe them this evening, and they both responded with great delight over the prospect. It was only a few minutes between him telling them, and them being naked and ready in the bathroom. Bathing & Aftermath Bruce felt like enjoying his girls and their young little bodies for awhile, and this was what he did for the next hour while he bathed first Linda and then Wendy. He made no pretense that he was there to enjoy them either, letting each know that he was touching them for his sensual pleasure, and they made no objections about the whole thing. When they were dried off afterwards, he took one on each side of him and went over their nakedness with his empty hand 'making sure they were dried off properly' but still finding a wet spot on each just inside their vaginal opening. Finally, Bruce sent them downstairs to watch a little television, and took the time to have a luxurious, slow shower himself. After he finished, he got on a pair of his pajamas and then sauntered down to join the girls in front of the television. The view from the door brought him to an abrupt halt, however, for there they were, both stretched out on their bellies on the floor in front of the television, both naked and with their legs spread open. He remained there for a moment, enjoying how the crack of their bums travelled down and became the crack of their vulva. They were both beautiful to his eyes, and he was definitely in love with both of them, both physically and emotionally. When he went in to take a seat in the room, the girls both begged a little more time to finish watching the good show they had found, and he was happy to allow them the time, while he enjoyed the time watching them. Even as he looked at their sexy exposure, he knew that he was at liberty to put his hands on them, but was quite contented to just sit their and enjoy the view. When the show finished, the television was turned off by one of the girls, and they went hand in hand with him up the stairs to his bedroom, knowing what was going to happen. Moving from one to the other, and back again, Bruce enjoyed the two bodies, touching, caressing, kissing and looking at their physical development, especially the hairless offering of their vulva slots. He could not identify any difference in taste from one to the other as he sampled them, one after the other. Then his desire for self satisfaction said he could not wait any longer. Linda received his first penetration and a few moments of pumping before he pulled out and got over Wendy. She took him in for the first time, and found that his being in her was far more pleasurable than she had anticipated. Knowing that Linda was happy to have him inside her, she knew it would be good, but was still surprised the first time his penis moved up into her vagina. He brought her to a climax before coming out and returning to Linda's waiting vagina. It did not take long for her to arrive at her first climax and was glad when he remained in her even longer. He brought her to another climax before returning to Wendy, and began returning her to the high sensual state. As she arrived at her climax, Bruce also allowed himself to climax, deep up inside her vagina. He lost his muscle control, and fell forward on her during the peak of his climax, but she didn't seem to mind his full weight pressing down on her. Following their separation, they lay there together for quite awhile, talking about different things, mostly about them being a family, and the sharing of each other that they were now able to have. At his request, the two girls lay next to each other, and exchanged kisses between them, finding it more gratifying than they could have expected. Their kissing was not going to be confined to the bedroom, for then both liked the sensation they got, and it would become standard practice between them from that time forward. The girls fell asleep in each other's arms, while Daddy's hands gently rubbed their naked bodies anywhere and everywhere. They were happy!