{ASST} Sweet_Visitor {Mr_Ed} (MF, Mg, rom, 1st) 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. Sweet Visitor by: Mr. Ed Bruce finally found a chair and slumped down into it. All day he had been on the go, helping the organizers that had put on the picnic, to supervising the children at play in the water, to cleaning up the debris that had been allowed to escape around the picnic area. It had been a fun day, and it was still a little way from being finished, but he definitely needed to rest his leg muscles for at least a few minutes. Moments after he sat down, shaded by the tree the chair was under, one of the children of the area came over to him, climbed up on his lap and rested her head against his chest and arm. He didn't even know the girl's name and her parents were sitting a short way away. They had seen her go over to him, and watched her climb up on his lap. When he indicated he had no idea of why through body language, the mother came over to him, and said, "I guess Susan was rather tired, and needed to find a safe place to sleep. Somehow she knew your lap was a safe place and there you are," she said gesturing at the girl. Bruce looked and found her sound asleep. "Would you like me to carry her over to where you and your family are?" he asked. "Only if you want to get up yourself," she replied. "She feels safe there, so I suspect she is safe. I know she doesn't weight too much, but if she does get too heavy, or you want to go someplace, then bring her on over. Otherwise, enjoy the trust she has placed in you." "Thanks for the vote of confidence," he said. "If it is alright, I don't feel like moving at this moment, and certainly don't want to loose my seat, so I'll hold onto her for a little. Is she sick?" he asked. "No, just tired," she answered. Bruce cradled the young girl asleep in his arm, pleased that she had paid him such a great compliment. When he looked on her, she must have been about nine to ten years old, for she had the beginnings of her breasts forming under her shirt, but nothing of the roundness they would one day have. Her most obvious feature was her slender frame, for she was not only slender, but downright skinny. Her midriff showed between her top and shorts, and the belly was so small, it was as if she hadn't eaten for a long time. Below the short skirt she was wearing, two sticks came out that were her legs, with none of the thickening of thighs a girl would normally have, even at her age. When one looked past the slight body she had, and looked at her face, she had a very pretty one. Full of innocence, perhaps hiding some character trait not visible while she slept, it was so peaceful laying against his chest, he had to smile. While looking at her, he had noticed the curvature of her back, and knew that was not good for her. Putting his one hand under her legs, and the other, on which she rested, he wrapped around her back, and shifted her up straighter, and a better position for her back. In doing that, however his fingers went over her one little breast, and he got a surprise, for they were firmer and beginning far more than they showed against her top. He allowed his fingers to linger a moment before he let go and returned his arm to its regular supporting position on her hip. What to do with the other hand then became a problem and it finally ended up on her little leg, for there was nowhere else for it to rest. Then he put his head back against the tree behind him, and he too drifted off to sleep for a few moments. A nearby child at play brought him to full awareness when he screamed at something his playmate had done. Bruce looked at his charge, and shifted her up once again, getting another feel of her firm little button on her chest. She remained asleep against him, so he settled back and enjoyed the youngster sleeping in his arms. He loved the trust that it showed in him, even though he had only had a little to do with her before when she was one of the group he had supervised. The only thing he could figure was that she had taken a liking to him and even that pleased him. Happy that she was asleep, he tried to distract himself from the erection that had come up on him, and that was bumping against the youngster's bottom. He knew it had to go down before she awoke; otherwise she would surly notice it against her. As he drifted back towards sleep again, he noticed it returning to normal, and was glad. "Wake up, sir!" called Susan. "It's beginning to rain!" Bruce came immediately awake, slid the youngster to the ground, and took her hand, running at her side towards the nearest shelter. Just as they arrived amongst all the others taking shelter in the same place, the sky let go, and the rain pelted down hard. Looking at each other, the girl came and wrapped herself around his waist, and hugged him tight. "Thanks mister," she said. Then she was gone, looking for her family. By the time the rain let up, it was too late to continue the picnic, so everyone took advantage of the rain stopping to pack up their things, and leave the picnic grounds. Regardless, it had been a fun day, and everyone seemed to be going home with a good memory of the picnic. Return Visit The next day was a working day, and Bruce had accomplished most of what he had intended to do that particular day. Apart from a meal which he would require, he still had a little puttering around to attend to, taking up things out of place and putting them in their rightful spot. It was mid to late that afternoon when an unexpected caller arrived at his front door, and rang the doorbell. As he went to the door, he anticipated seeing one of his neighbours wanting to borrow something or other, and swung the door wide open. Having to look down, he found the caller to be young Susan, dressed in her school uniform, and calling at his door. "Good afternoon, Susan. Is everything alright?" he asked. "Yes sir, and good afternoon," she said. "I just came by to visit you, and thank you again for taking care of me at the picnic yesterday." "Well thank you for being so thoughtful, Susan," he said as he closed the door behind him. "Care to sit a minute?" he asked gesturing at the chairs on his veranda. She did go over to sit in one, while he took up his usual seat. "It was my pleasure, and I thank you for coming up in my lap. It made me feel very good that you liked me enough to do that." "Come to think of it, Susan, how did you know I lived here?" he asked. "Everybody in the area knows you, and where you live, sir," she replied. "Everybody likes you and are glad you came to live in our area." "Well, isn't that nice to hear," he said. "Thank you darling. Would you like a little something to drink?" he asked. "I'd be grateful for a little water, sir," she requested. "That would be an easy one, but would you perhaps prefer a little of my favourite, pineapple juice, fresh from the store?" he suggested. "If you could spare some, that would be wonderful, sir," she replied. "Juice it is, Susan," he said. "Give me a minute, and I'll be right back, darling." "May I come and help, sir?" she asked. "No darling," he said. "Little girls don't go into the homes of strange men. You wait here a moment and I'll be right back." Bruce went inside, got two glasses, and took up a pan of cookies. From the fridge, he left the opened bottle of juice and got an unopened one so she would know it came straight from the store, and had not been tampered with. These he carried back out onto the veranda, and set everything down. "I'm not afraid to go into your house with you, sir," said Susan. "Well thank you for that, darling, but it is still something you shouldn't do. Too many men might want to take advantage of such a sweet young girl, and you must always be careful, especially of men living alone." Bruce had poured out two glasses of pineapple juice, and let her take up one glass before he took up the other. Taking the lid off the cookie tin, he took one for himself, and passed her the pan to allow her to take one, and on his insistence, another, having her help by putting the lid back on. "So what brings you by this afternoon to delight an old man with your sweet presence?" he asked. "I don't really know, but I really liked how you were so nice to me at the picnic. It made me feel so grown up the way you were with me." "I can't imagine what I said or did to make you feel that way, but I'm glad for you certainly are growing up," he told her. "Don't be mad at me, but when you slid me up and held me here," she said as she placed her hand over the one breast he had felt, "and then when your thing touched my bum, I felt so good and special. So grown up, I guess," she said. "I'm sorry if I grabbed you there to pick you up, darling, and the other thing happens when a man goes to sleep and then wakes up," he told her. "I do hope it didn't frighten you, and I'm sorry it happened." "I'm not," she declared. "I thought it was great! If you want, you can do it again. I'd really love that." "It was something accidental that happened, and a natural reaction to dropping asleep, darling," he told her. "It's not something to repeat." "I don't want to argue with you sir, but you held my tittie just a little too long to be an accident, and the thing against my butt was wonderful. If you felt that way once, why are you afraid to feel that way again?" "Because it is wrong," he told her. "Perhaps it is time you go on your way home for your mother must be looking out for you," he suggested, a little annoyed at her denial of it being an accident. "Oh, sir, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad and throw me out. All I meant was you could do it again, and I wouldn't mind. I've not told anybody, and I wouldn't either. Nobody knows I'm up here, 'cause I came in through the bush. Please don't make me go away, sir?" "Isn't your mother expecting you home by now?" he asked. "My Mom doesn't get home from work until after dark sir," she told him. "I'm real sorry if I made you mad. You can spank me if it would make you feel any less angry, sir." Her statements, combined with the pleading look in her eyes cracked his angry front and made him laugh. "What a little sweetheart you are, Susan," he declared. "I'm not angry, but I am worried. Personal contact like that is something very serious, and I don't want to get myself into any trouble." "You don't have to worry about me, sir," she said. "No matter what you did to me, I'd never tell anybody, unless you said it was alright to tell. My Mom told me to stop by here tonight to see if you were as nice as you looked to be at the picnic. She said she hopes I get lucky for it would be the kind of break I needed." "Now what on earth did she mean by that?" he asked. "We're poor, and you're rich. If you liked me, then I might be able to get some things from you to make Mommy and me live a little better," she told him. As far as I am concerned, I just plain like you, and want to be your friend." "Now that is an easy one," he told her. "My name is Mr. Bruce Burns, and I'd love to have you as a friend," he stated. "Oh, I know your name, sir!" she declared. "Are you really willing to let me be your friend?" "We've been friends every since you came up in my lap yesterday," he told her with a smile. "That's the way I feel, sir! You are such a nice man!" "May I ask you a couple of questions, darling?" he asked Susan. She nodded agreement. "What kind of work does your mother do?" he asked. "Housework," she replied. "She has six houses that she goes to and takes care of their homes one day each week. She works so hard at it, 'cause she's taken me a couple of times. I've seen how hard she works, scrubbing floors, cleaning everything, even their toilets and sinks." "How well do you eat?" he asked. "We get by most of the time," she said. "There are some days we only have crackers for supper, but mostly we have a little better than that." "You are a little thin, darling," he told her. "Is that because you don't eat well?" "I guess so, but I've always been like this," she said. "See how my ribs show?" she asked as she lifted her school uniform blouse up at one side. Perhaps she was not aware she had gone up too far, but one little breast was showing over the lines of her rib cage. "Okay, darling, pull it back down and tuck it in good. You said your Mom doesn't get home until after dark. Where is she working today?" "Monday, she has to go way over to the other side of the city to a nice home there. It takes her so long to get home, 'cause taxis are so hard to find when she gets off work there. Other days, she works until late, and gets home even later." "Do you know where the house is?" he asked. "Sure," she answered. "I've been there several times, all day long while she works. Since it is school time now, I can't go with her, and that saves her taxi money, but costs her more for my school lunch. I wish I could do without lunch more often, and save her even more. If I didn't get so hungry I'd be able to save lots of money to help her." "Do you trust me enough to go out with me in my car?" he asked. "Sure," she declared, "but where are we going to go?" asked Susan. "I want you to show me where she works, and we will pick her up there and carry her home. Would that be alright with you?" "That's more than alright, sir," she declared. "Thank you, sir!" she said as she jumped up to put her arms around his neck, and hug herself to him. "Thank you!" "As nice as it is to hold you in my arms, how about we see to your mother, before we miss her coming out?" he suggested. They got in his car, once he had locked up his home, and headed back down from the hilltop on which he lived, and then headed into the city. It took nearly forty-five minutes to reach the house Susan identified as where her mother worked. As he pulled up, Susan ran out of his car, and headed towards the back of the house, stopping short of her goal as her mother emerged and headed out from the house. Her surprise at seeing her daughter was absolute, but she accepted her into her arms before she questioned how she had come. Bruce could see the animated conversation Susan was conducting as she pointed to him in his car, and tried to pull her mother towards him. Bruce got out, headed towards the girl's mother, and said, "Good evening, Ma'am. I'm Bruce Burns, and your daughter showed me where you were working today. May I interest you in a ride home?" "He came all the way here to get you, Mommy," she said. "I told you he was a nice man!" "I've known that for a long time, darling," she said. "Mr. Burns has always been a nice man, and I'm so glad you have come to know him." Turning to him, she said, "Mr. Burns, I'm Candice Grey, and it is a pleasure to meet you again today. I don't know why you put yourself to such trouble for me, but I'm very grateful!" "Since I've taken an interest in sleeping beauty here, I thought it would be appropriate to find out a little more about her mother. She has to be a very nice person to have a daughter so fine." "You'd better be careful, Mr. Burns," she cautioned. "You're living up to your reputation, and will have me in tears if you say things like that too often." "If that is what brings tears to your eyes, then cry on, Ms. Grey," he told her. "May I have the pleasure of your company?" Once the car was back into traffic, Bruce asked of her, "May I be so presumptuous as to ask how much you earn from your six jobs, Ms. Grey?" "With all six together, I get twenty four hundred a week, sir," she answered. "What kind of benefits do you get from them?" he asked. "What do you mean, benefits?" she asked. "There are never any extras, except at Christmas when I might get an extra few hundred dollars," she tried to answer. "And you eat, and send Susan to school from that, plus pay all those taxi fares to travel to and from work. Doesn't sound like you get much out of that," he said. "You forgot the rent and electricity, and water, sir," she corrected. "My name is Candice to you, Mr. Burns," she offered. "Thanks, Candice," he replied. "How much rent do you pay?" "The guy that owns the place is good to me, and only charges me a thousand a month, but if I can't pay it all he will take as little as five hundred," she explained. Bruce pulled the car out of traffic and stopped at the side of the road. "I know it is not a good idea to put all your eggs in one basket, Candice, but I have an idea and a suggestion for you," he said looking into her eyes. "I need somebody to take care of my home, and wonder if you would be willing to come and work for me. I have a little part of the house that is separate and you could live there, without electricity, rent or water rates to pay, and I would pay you three thousand a week. Does that idea appeal to you?" Candice had turned her face down to look into her lap, and was shaking her head from side to side, in a negative gesture. "Why are you telling me no without even considering it, Candice?" he asked her. "Oh, I'm not sir!" she said looking up into his face. Her face was covered in tears that had drained from her eyes. "I was just thinking that you really are as kind as what people say you are, sir! I just don't know how to tell you how grateful I am for what you are trying to do!" "What I want to do is put a little fat between Susan's skin and her bones," he said. "She doesn't deserve it for a thief shouldn't be treated like that, but I can't help myself." "I never stole anything from you or anyone, Mr. Burns," declared Susan from the back seat. "What did she steal, sir?" asked Candice from beside him. "She stole my heart, and doesn't seem willing to give it back to me," he told her. "You are just as bad, Mr. Burns," stated Susan. "You stole mine, you know!" "He's worse than that, Susan," said Candice. "I've barely met him, and he's stolen mine too!" "Never mind," he said. "So we are all a bunch of thieves, so let's get on to the next part of us, and do something about the part just a little lower. Would fried chicken sound good for our supper?" "I can't afford that, Mr. Burns," stated Candice. "I'm sorry!" "Who asked you to afford it and why are you sorry?" he stated and asked at the same time. "I'm hungry and can afford it so let's go get some fried chicken, take it to my place and let you see where I would have you live, if you accept my offer." "If I didn't tell you, I've accepted your offer, sir!" stated Candice. "I accepted it the moment I heard it, and I'm so grateful." "There is one other little side benefit," he stated. "It would mean you didn't have to buy any food either. I would bring in enough for all of us!" he told her as he pulled out into the traffic once again. "You can cook, I presume," he added. "Very well, even if I do say so myself," she answered. "That I'm looking forward to testing for myself," he said. "Maybe I had better stop and pick up some groceries along the way, if you don't mind, Candice." "Mr. Burns, anything you want is okay with me," she stated. "Anything at all!" "Let's talk about the jobs you have already for a moment," he suggested. "From what I see, I don't think you owe them much in the way of loyalty. Are you concerned with giving them notice?" he asked. "I guess I owe them a phone call, but nothing more, Mr. Burns," she said. "They have meant my survival for several years, so I guess that would be enough," she said thoughtfully. "While I don't think they deserve that much, then give them a call, and tell them all to go to hell!" he exclaimed. "They don't deserve you at all, paying you so little when you have a daughter to care for and bring up." "I've felt like that many times, sir," she said. "I'd still feel better if I were to call them and say I won't be back. I can't be like them," she concluded. "Now that's the part of you I do admire," he said. "You place your calls, and be as nice as you want, but in the end, you have no obligation to any of them, for your pay is far below the normal, they have all used you, and your predicament against you." As that was said, Bruce pulled into the parking lot of a plaza, and parked his car in an available spot. "Groceries and then fried chicken," he said pointing to the two business places providing the answer to their needs. "Mr. Burns, would you mind if I waited out here for you?" asked Candice. "Susan is fine in her school uniform, but I've only got this to wear, and I don't want to embarrass you by walking beside you like this." Bruce looked her over from head to foot, and then took her hand, turning to yet another store, and pulling her along. "You are not an embarrassment to me, Candice, and it is a pleasure to have you at my side. If it bothers you, however, then that can be fixed!" he declared as he entered a high priced fashion outlet in the plaza. Getting the attention of the manager, she came over to him, and asked if she could be of any assistance. "Put my two ladies into something on the casual side of good looking, and include whatever they need to complete the look. Do you have any chairs for a tired old man?" The chair was provided, and the two girls went off with the store manager as he refused to hear the arguments they offered. It took nearly half an hour for them to return, each of the girls wearing something that did look fabulous. Even the shoes were new, and his grin told them how much he approved of their new look. His plastic card was offered in payment, and the store manager thanked for her help in the selections made. He had to follow to punch in his security code to authorize the payment from his bank account while the other staff packaged up their things worn into the store. When they left the store, Candice was no longer concerned about looking bad at his side. Groceries were next, and Bruce guided them up and down each isle, taking up what he thought, plus accepting suggestions from Candice, and on occasion even the cart driver, Susan. When the one cart was full, Candice went to the front to rejoin them with a second cart, and she became the back up driver as they went on through the rest of the remaining isles. As he added the three large jugs of milk to the cart, he said to Susan, "Don't you let me hear of you having less than three tall glasses each and every day, miss!" "Alright, Susan," he said in the last isle of the store. "I'm going to need your help with this one, darling. Here is a little money, and I want you to come back here when we are getting the chicken, buy three of these, and meet us back at the car. We don't want the ice cream to melt nor the chicken to get cold, so we have to be a team for this one." Susan stared at the thousand dollar bill he had handed her, and looked at him with tears in her eyes. "I love you so much, Mr. Burns!" she said. She couldn't say any more as she fought back her tears, with his ruffling her head not helping at all. Heading towards the car, Candice came up close to his side, and said, "That was two and a half months of earnings, Mr. Burns!" "At your old rate, I guess it was," he agreed. "Not any more, though!" he declared. "But I'm sure you would never have spent so much for yourself alone," she argued. "Would you please shut up, Candice," he said to her. "I'm having more fun than I've had in a long time, and I don't want you to spoil it for me." "Well, like my daughter said, I love you so much, Mr. Burns!" she declared. They had arrived at the car, and the things were loaded in, and the store help each received their tip for their assistance in bringing them to the car. "Come on girls," said Bruce when the car was locked up. "We need to find out how long the line is before we know about the ice cream." They walked side by side, Bruce bracketed by his two ladies in their very fine looking clothes. All three were wearing smiles on their faces. Just as Bruce got to the front of the line, he sent Susan off to get the ice cream, while he went ahead and purchased a bucket of chicken and all sorts of extras to compliment the meal. Then he had another wait to have his order assembled and delivered into his hands, a wait that took longer than he had anticipated. On his way towards the door with their food in hand, Candice came to his side and rejoined him. With the car back opened he turned to see Susan coming across the parking lot towards them, carrying the heavy load with some difficulty. Leaving the car with Candice, he went to her side, took the bags, and walked with her back to the car. It was only a few minutes drive to his home, and that went smoothly. Then the unloading process was undertaken, Susan getting the lighter of the bags to carry, while Bruce ended up with far more than he should have carried. The good thing is it was not far to the kitchen where they were put down. When the ice cream came in, Susan had just completed a trip with her little bags, and was told to put the ice cream up in the freezer Bruce identified for her. Happy to be included in the work, she went about that as Bruce returned for the next load of bags, passing Candice with her bunch along the way. Finally everything was in the kitchen, the car was closed and locked, and the back entrance secured. "Candice," called Bruce. "The dishes are in those cupboards there, and there," he said as he identified the cupboard doors, "and the utensils are in here," he pointed out. "Would you be good enough to dish out three servings, while I try to find the milk? Susan must have a glass for each meal, and it wouldn't hurt you either," he told her as he scrounged through the bags. The milk jugs were put in the refrigerator once they were found, and two glasses were poured. When he thought about it a second, Bruce got a third glass, and poured one for himself as well. Example is a good way to teach. "Your kitchen is so beautiful, said Candice. "Never mind, my kitchen," corrected Bruce. "You're the lady of the kitchen now, so it is your kitchen." "Could never be, sir," she said. I've never had anything so beautiful; if I forget the clothes you bought my daughter and me." "Hey, I've got to say how great you both look dressed up like that," he commented. "You are both really good looking girls!" "Coming from the most handsome man in Jamaica, that's a pretty good compliment, Mr. Burns. Thank you, sir," declared Candice. They were all sitting around the kitchen table, eating their chicken, fries, and all the extras he had bought for them to enjoy, both the girls watching his every move, admiration in their looks. Part way through the meal, Bruce reached over to Susan sitting at one side to him, and tickled her at her waist until she could not help but laugh. He had noticed the tears coming up in her eyes, and did this to help her control her emotions, leaving her laughing instead of crying. "When we are finished, and wash up, I'll show you ladies the rooms where you will be living, and then I'll take you home. I'm sure you are tired from working all day today, Candice." "I have never felt so alive, Mr. Burns," she said. "I know I have to go back to our old place to get our things, but if it wouldn't inconvenience you, I'd really hope we could sleep here tonight." "That's fine with me, but you will have to help me make up the beds, then," he told her. "No we won't sir," she said. "If you point out where the sheets are, we will make up the beds, and not you." "That I will not argue with," he said. "Making beds is a pain, going from one side to the next and back again. "You will help Mom, won't you Susan?" "Yes, Daddy!" she answered. The second it came out, she realized what she had said, and turned pale as the blood drained from her face. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Burns," she offered. "I was just having a fantasy about you being my daddy. Please forgive me?" she pleaded. "No, baby, I'm not going to forgive you," he told her. "Would you spank me then, sir?" she pleaded. "I'm really sorry, sir!" "Hold on to those emotions a moment, darling," he said as he took her hand and pulled her over to him. "There is nothing to forgive, because you just gave me the greatest compliment I've ever had. To be called 'Daddy' is very special, particularly when it comes from the heart. As for a spanking, how could I ever do such a thing to such a sweet little backside as yours. Baby, you did nothing to be upset about, and I'm very flattered, and I wish it was true. Your own dad might not appreciate it though, so I don't think it is such a good idea," he concluded. "Her own dad has never set eyes on her, and never will," Candice said. "If Mr. Burns likes that name, then use it darling," she told her daughter. Bruce looked at Susan, who stared back at him wondering if it could happen. When he shrugged, she threw herself forward against him, hugging his neck as tightly as she could manage. "May I call you Daddy, sir?" she asked. "Mommy says it's okay, so I'm sure not going to object, if that is how you feel, baby," he told her. "Thank you, Daddy! I swear I will love you forever! You make me feel so happy!" "You're certainly doing a good job of making me happy too, darling," he told her, hugging her slight body to himself. It feels so good to hold you like this!" he observed, his hands running all over her back. Pulling back from him, Susan placed a kiss on his lips, so gently and lovingly that he had tears in his eyes when she stood up again afterwards. "Why are you crying, Daddy?" she asked. "Because I had a little sweetheart in my arms, and she loves me, and is making me feel so happy, I don't even deserve it!" he told her. "You deserve every good thing that can happen to you, Mr. Burns," said Candice. "Every good thing in the world should be yours!" she declared. "Shall we look at your place, or put the groceries away first?" he asked. "Groceries first!" declared Candice firmly. "Work before pleasure!" Working together, the groceries were removed from the bags, and Bruce identified the location each belonged. "The kitchen will be yours to change around as you wish, other than the appliances of course, Candice," he told her. "I haven't seen anything that needs changing yet," she said. "This kitchen is like living in a mansion, it is so beautiful, and has everything. I'm going to have to learn about some of the things though, sir," she said. "I don't know how to work some of these things, for they are fancier than anything that I've seen before." "You will find them easier than you think, Candice," he told her. "We'll take the time tomorrow to go over them, once we have your things moved in from your old place, and presuming you like the new quarters which you still haven't seen yet!" "I know I'll like them sir," she assured him. "If they were the gutter, I'd sleep in them to be near you!" she declared. "Let's not go that far, Candice," he suggested. "Anywhere you go, that's how far I want to go, Mr. Burns," she restated. "Anywhere, anything, anytime, and it's yours." "Easy girl," he said as he paused from the grocery bags he had been straightening out. Putting his arm around her shoulder he said, "Everything has its time, Candice. Don't rush at everything headlong." "What I just said is what I mean, sir. I've fallen completely in love with you, and anything I could give you is already yours to have, sir. You can have me, my daughter, my everything!" Turning Candice to face him, he asked, "What is it? Are you just trying to avoid having to make up the beds tonight?" "Don't make me laugh when I'm trying to proposition you, Mr. Burns," she said. "So are you expecting to go to bed, and have sex with somebody that you call 'mister'?" he asked. "That would make me the happiest girl alive, sir!" she told him. "Not that I want to prevent you from your being happy, Candice, but you will have to go to bed with a man named, Bruce, not mister or sir!" "I haven't earned that right yet, sir," she said. "Susan," he called the young girl. "Have you ever seen your Mommy get a spanking?" "You wouldn't, would you?" she asked in astonishment. "If she doesn't call me by my proper name, I just might," he told her. "Alright, Bruce! Alright!" declared Candice. "If you keep this up, I'm going to attack you right here in front of my daughter," she warned. "We can wait until we are alone, darling," Bruce said. "No need to traumatize Susan." "You've got to be kidding," she declared. "She has been yours since yesterday, and is totally aware of her desire to be with you. She would only become traumatized by your rejection, nothing else!" "Tell me what is to happen between Susan and myself?" he asked of her, shocked by her apparent attitude. "I don't understand or believe what I've heard so far," he stated. "What happens between you and her is entirely up to the two of you, Bruce," she replied. She is in love with you as much as I am, and there is no man I'd rather she be with. I know you are sweet on her, and maybe even desiring her more than you might want me, but if you do, then I hope I can have as much as you can spare for myself, because I'd give you anything!" "But you are giving me permission to take your nine year old daughter to bed, and have sex with her," he stated. "How could you be willing to do that?" "She is ten, and very much aware of her sexuality, Bruce," she said. "When she climbed into your lap yesterday, it was a complete surprise to me, but I was so happy for her. There are women all over that would be envious of her, and be willing to take her place. She may have been brazen to do what she did, but I'm so grateful that she did. I wouldn't be here if she hadn't." "But I'd want to protect her, not give her up for sex," he stated. "You protect her from the rest of the world, but she is already yours, Bruce. I know you will be gentle with her, and she will be okay with you." "How do you feel about all this, Susan?" he asked of the young girl. "Mommy knows me better than I knew, but what she said is true, Daddy," replied Susan. I'd be the happiest girl live if you took me to bed with you, and would let you do anything you wanted to me." "You would want to be raped?" he asked her straight. "You couldn't rape me, Daddy," she said. "I want it too much, so you couldn't force me into it." "Yesterday morning, when I woke up alone; expecting to live out the rest of my life that way. Now I have two young girls, one only ten years old, and her young mother, willing to go to bed with me. What a change of lifestyle this is, and so unexpected. You haven't even seen the rest of the house yet!" "We already know how the rest of the house is, Bruce," said Candice. "All we need to know is you and everything about you becomes wonderful, including your beautiful home." "It would seem to be our home now, Candice," he told her. Some of the house was seen on the way up the stairs to the upper level, but their interest was more in the man than the house, so both of them were watching him, not listening more than necessary to what he said. Upon arriving in the master bedroom, Bruce ushered them both inside. "You don't have to do this, Candice," Bruce said to her. "But I want to do it, Bruce," she said. "I don't generally sleep around, and have no diseases to infect you with, but I want to have you take me, and make me your woman!" Coming over to Candice, Bruce proceeded to strip off her clothes, removing pieces of his own as they went along. Finally, they both stood before each other, and before Susan, completely naked. "Take off your clothes, Susan," instructed Daddy. "I want to see my other girl too." Susan began immediately to remove her things, and joined her mother and her new daddy totally naked moments later. "I definitely want to get some fat on your sweet body, Susan," he told her. "As beautiful as you are now, you need to eat better; and be in better health than what I see." "If I eat like you want me to, Daddy, I'll soon put on weight," she told him. "It might make my titties get bigger for you too!" Susan watched her mother have the most loving sex with Daddy that she could imagine, and was allowed to get as close as she wanted to see it actually going into her mother's vagina. He had spent a long time in foreplay before entering her, and Susan wanted to feel that kind of attention lavished on her own body, and be touched by the man she had fallen in love with. When Daddy and Mommy finished their making love to each other, Susan was brought in between them, and now lay naked, with her being in the middle of a sandwich as each was against her. Daddy was making her feel wet but good between her legs, for he was playing with the little breasts she had begun to grow. Wishing they were larger for him, she accepted his play and manipulation of her nipples. "Now that she will be eating properly, she will soon fill out and hide all these bones you can see now," commented her mother. "I am so anxious to see that," responded Bruce. "When you need a snack, or want anything between meals, Susan, I want you to eat some kind of fruit, for I am going to make you healthy first and filled out second," he explained to her. "Does that mean I don't get to have any of the ice cream you bought us?" she asked. "Oh, Daddy, I forgot to give you your change. It's in my clothes, and I'll get it now. "I'm sorry I forgot, Daddy!" "You keep the change so you will have a little spending money when you need it darling," he instructed her. "You can have a few candies and the like, but don't you fill yourself up so you can't eat your meals Mommy will be making you. That would get me tempted to spank your sweet little bottom more than anything." "I won't, Daddy," she said. "I can just imagine how hard you could spank me, and I don't think I want to feel that!" "Thinking about that, how about rolling over and letting me give you a little bum rub?" he asked. Seconds later, he was rubbing her little butt, easily spanning it with his one hand. Susan welcomed his hand on her, holding it tight for the first few moments, and then letting it go slack to better feel his exploring hand on her exposure. It did make her feel warm and good as his fingers went along the bottom creases next to her legs, and then down the middle crack. As he played with her anus, she pushed up and tried to open it for him to do as he wanted to her. Even as he stroked the back of her legs, she felt the wonderful thrill of his caresses and dropped off to a peaceful and deep sleep. "She is so happy to be with you, Bruce," observed her mother. "Look at how good you make her feel with your touch. I am so happy she will be eating better, and will have a chance to fill out a little better though. I've worried about how skinny she is for a long time, but could never do anything better." "Your biggest challenge will be to keep her eating the right foods, in the right quantities. If it is necessary, I will help encourage her into cooperating with eating what you give her to eat by way of her sweet little butt," he told her. "I guess there is a chance of you having to spank her one day, Daddy," said her mother. "I almost envy her for the chance to feel your hand on her little bum." "I've already held your sweet ass, so what are you talking about, Candy?" he asked. "It's just the idea of a spanking is kind of sexy," she told him. "Thanks for calling me Candy, 'cause my daddy used to call me that before he died. I can still remember him spanking me, and how it made me feel so sexy having him see my bare bum and touch it. Once the burning stopped, it was nice to remember. Thinking about that, don't you hesitate to spank Susan's butt, for it still is a nice memory of my Daddy doing it to me." "Only if I see it as necessary, but frankly, I doubt if ever will be," he told her. "The thing I most want is to see her filled out better. She is too skinny, and needs a little meat on her bones!" "She will, Daddy," said Candice. "She will!" "Want to abandon her for awhile?" he asked. "Let's let her sleep, and get some ice cream for ourselves," he suggested. "Are you serious?" she asked. "I'd feel so guilty to leave her out!" "Come on, let's feel guilty," he said as he got off the bed. Taking Candy's hand they headed down the stairs, laughing as they went, feeling guilty for leaving her with out any, even though she needed her sleep. Sitting in the kitchen a few minutes later, they were talking and giggling as they had the ice cream, and had to laugh even harder when the throat clearing came from the kitchen doorway. "You couldn't even call me?" asked Susan. "Get over here, sweetheart," called Daddy, holding his arms out to her. Susan came across the floor, and flew into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. When he took a spoonful of his own ice cream and put it in her mouth, she felt like it was the very best thing she had ever tasted, especially since it was Daddy's! A bowl was put out for her, and all three sat at the table, enjoying the treat as the evening grew late. Not only did they enjoy the treat, but being with each other was also extremely gratifying, and comforting. "I am so anxious to have morning come, and to prepare your first meal from me, Bruce," said Candy. "You are going to be so well cared for, that you will wonder how you got through all these years without me." "That sounds wonderful, darling, but the thing I am most looking forward to is waking up to find you there. How I've longed to have somebody to talk to, and share some of my good times with. "I'm going to become a problem to you, thought, darling, and you are going to get fed up with me." "Not possible!" she exclaimed. "Trust me, you very well might. I work from home, so am always here," he told her. "Something tells me I might survive that, Bruce," she said. "You might get fed up with me though, for I just might sexually assault you during your work day, and interrupt the work." "What a horrible thought that is!" he exclaimed with a huge smile. "You think I can put up with that, Susan?" he asked his youngster. "I hope so, Daddy," she said. "I might try to interrupt you myself, once in awhile." "You, I'll be able to handle," he said as he caught her by her wrist. Pulling her off her seat, he pulled her over to himself, and draped her over his knees. Putting his hands on he waist, he began tickling her as she squirmed and cried out from the feeling it made in her. As she moved around, he slipped one hand onto her back to hold her down, and the other between her legs to tickle the inner thigh. Her laughter echoed through the house, and filled it with her happiness. Finally, he picked her up, swung her high above himself, and set her down on his lap. Holding her little face, he kissed her lips gently, and accepted her return kiss as she pressed firmly against his lips. "I love you so much, Daddy!" she declared. "I'm so happy!" "Me too, baby! Me too!" When the dishes were empty and rinsed off, Susan got picked up and slung over his shoulder for the return trip upstairs. Being bent over like that was far less than dignified, but she giggled as he walked up the stairs, screaming when he deliberately bent down as if she was going to be dropped. By the time she was flung onto the bed, she was about as happy as she could be, willing to surrender control over herself, and give it to him. "Would you look at you two," commented Candy. "What a great Dad you are, Bruce," she added. "Look at how you are with her, and how good she feels!" "There's only one way to feel happier than I am at this moment," stated Susan without elaboration. "So tell me what that would be," questioned Daddy. "If you were to make love to me like you did with Mommy," she answered. "Do you think that can wait until you are a little older and fatter, darling," asked Daddy as he sat beside his youngster. "I know I am skinny, Daddy, but I really want to become your own little girl, and that would make me feel more like I belonged to you. Please, Daddy? I really don't want to wait. I'll eat good, but that would take too long, 'cause I want it right now!" "What do you think, Mommy?" he asked of Candy. "If you don't make love to her, Daddy, then you will be far crueler than I thought you could ever be. She is giving herself to you, and is ready. You already have me, so make her yours too!" "I guess you and I are going to make love, Susan," he told her. "Thank you, Daddy! I'll try and be good for you, and not let you see if it hurts like Mommy says. I love you, Daddy!" Bruce leaned over his little sweetheart, and placed a kiss on her lips, a kiss that turned into a whole series of kisses, as the enjoyed the sensual contact of their lips together. Susan especially liked when he took her lip and held it between his own lips. When his hand began playing with her breast buttons, she began to respond with the rise of feelings she experienced. The first contact he had on her vulva was enough for her to climax, even though he had not yet touched her vaginal opening. Even as the feelings coursed through her body, Daddy played with her clitoris, making the climax more intense and longer. As his finger slid down and into her wet opening, she knew this was what she wanted, and that her body was now his to have, and there would never be any holding back from anything he wanted, no matter what.