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 FLEUR - Part 1 - CARAVAN HOLIDAY - Chapter 1

   FRIDAY

   The weather was looking good for the weekend.  It was near the end of
May, the early summer appearing set to continue for a while yet.  School
was breaking up at lunchtime on the Friday and as it was half-term, there
would be no school for the whole of the following week.  Although they went
to different school, the girls were particularly excited as they were going
away for three nights to a caravan park with their fathers.

   Fleur and Kim used to live next door to each other, and had been
virtually inseparable friends until Kim had moved to another town during
the last Christmas holidays.  Both girls were 12, their birthdays being
only three days apart, in January.

   The girls had been together so much that they were known as `the twins'
at school.  However, they were as unlike twins as chalk and cheese.  Fleur
was tall and slim with long blonde hair and blue eyes.  Kim was at least
six inches shorter and plumper, with short brown hair and green eyes. 
Fleur lived alone with her father John, her mother having died a few years
ago.  Kim lived with her father Mark, and Tania, who had moved in about 2
years ago with her brat of a son, Felix, who was now 8.

   The girls' fathers, John and Mark had also been good friends, and had
kept in touch over the last few months, mainly on the phone, as indeed
their daughters had kept in touch.  Mark had brought Kim over a couple of
times since they had moved, and they had all gone out together.  It was
during the last of these visits that the idea of going away for a break
together was discussed.  They decided that they would go to a caravan park
for a weekend during the May half-term.

   Fleur had rushed home from school, eager to get going on the short
holiday, and see her friend again.  Not that she didn't have other friends,
but she really missed Kim, as they had been such great friends for so long.
Kim and Mark lived en route to the caravan park, so John and Fleur would
pick them up on the way.  John also had the bigger and more reliable car,
so this made sense.

   On arriving at the holiday park they checked in at reception and were
given directions to their caravan.  It wasn't a very big park and they
found the caravan easily.  The caravan itself wasn't very big either, at
least that was what the girls thought as neither of them had been on a
caravan holiday before.  Their dads assured them that that this was the
normal size.  There was one double bedroom, which it had been decided the
girls could share - they thought this was great, although they would have
to share the double bed.  Each of their dads would have one of the single
bedrooms, which admittedly were rather small.  There was a shower room with
basin and wc, a kitchen with a small dining area, and a lounge at the front
of the caravan which boasted a large L-shaped settee around the end and
side walls, and a unit which housed the tv, a fire, cupboards and shelves.

   After having unpacked the car they settled into their bedrooms and had a
take-away from the camp burger bar for tea.  For the evening, they went to
the club-house to see what it was like and if there was any entertainment.
Still being early in the season, there were not a lot of people at the
caravan park, and the only entertainment was a sing-a-long which the girls
found quite boring as they didn't know the songs, being mostly from the 70s
and 80s.  By 9.30 pm they had all had enough and decided to go back to the
caravan.

   Once inside their caravan, the girls went straight to their bedroom, and
almost immediately the sound of giggling could be heard.  Their dads didn't
know what they were laughing at, probably something quite silly; girls of
that age will laugh and giggle at anything!

   The men settled in the lounge, having put the television on, and opened
a couple of cans of lager.  After a few minutes the door of the girls'
bedroom opened and Fleur came out, walked down the corridor to the lounge
and said, "What have we got to drink?  We're thirsty."

   "There's some lemonade over there," said John pointing to the area
beside the television.  Fleur went over and stood with her back to her
father and Mark as she poured two glasses of lemonade.  Since being in her
bedroom, she had taken off her jeans, and was only wearing a t-shirt and
light blue knickers.

   Mark, Kim's father, hadn't expected to see Fleur in her underwear, at
least not this early in the weekend.  It had occurred to him that with four
of them in the caravan for three days, he may see the girls in a state of
some undress, and the thought had even excited him.  John had seemed
completely unperturbed by the incident, as indeed had Fleur.  But Mark felt
a little embarrassed.  Should he say something to John?  Or just let it go?

   But he needn't have bothered.  When he heard the bedroom door close,
John said, "I didn't think she'd do that."

   Lost in his own thoughts Mark only half heard what John had said. 
"Sorry?"

   "Fleur.  Didn't think she'd come out dressed like that.  Or should I say
undressed?  Hope you didn't mind."

   Mark wasn't sure whether John was apologising, just commenting, or
wanting a conversation.  He replied though with, "Not at all," and not
really knowing what he was saying continued, "in fact she looked rather
nice, if you don't mind me saying so."

   "She often walks around at home like that, when it's just her and me,"
said John.  "Want another can?"

   "Yes, why not?" The men opened another can of lager each and continued
drinking and talking.

   John said, "You know, I love looking at Fleur's long legs.  They are so
sexy.  It's almost as if she's showing them off.  Mind you, they have to be
that long, otherwise they wouldn't reach her bum!"

   Both men had a little laugh at the joke.  Mark continued.  "And Fleur's
got a cute little bum.  Kim's got nice legs, but they're not so long, and I
don't get to see them much.  Usually only like tonight when she was wearing
those short shorts."

   "Yeah, they were short - but looked nice though," confirmed John.

   "But not as nice as Fleur without any jeans or shorts on at all," said
Mark.

   "Kim's got more up top though, Fleur has only just started growing her
tits." John paused a moment.  "I say, Mark, are you ok talking about our
girls like this?"

   "It's fine, quite enjoying it really.  I've not talked with anyone about
any girls like this before.  Women, yes, but not young girls.  You ok with
it?"

   "Yeah, it's not something one generally talks about with someone else is
it?" said John.  "So, do you get to see Kim's tits?"

   "Seen them a couple of times, but not for a long time.  It's not easy
with Tania and Felix around.  I don't think Tania would approve if Kim
started walking around in her undies, or topless," explained Mark.

   "Do you think she would if she had the chance?" asked John.

   "Don't know, what about Fleur.  You see her topless?"

   "Yes, although as I said, she doesn't have much there yet."

   "What about naked?  You see her naked at all?"

   "Yes, quite a bit.  She's not shy really at home.  It seems almost
natural."

   "Gosh you are lucky," said Mark, "I haven't seem Kim naked since before
Tania moved in.  As I said seen her tits a couple of times, but not naked."

   "But you'd like to?" queried John.

   "Of course."

   Just then they heard the bedroom door open again.  Fleur was going to
the bathroom.  John could see through the length of the caravan and she
still had only her knickers and t-shirt on.

   "Who was that?" asked Mark.

   "Fleur, going to the bathroom."

   When she came out of the bathroom, John told her, "You girls need to be
getting ready for bed.  It's late and you've had a busy day." However, both
he and Mark didn't think the girls would get much sleep tonight, what with
sharing the bedroom like they were.

   A few girly moans and groans, as Kim came out of the bedroom to go to
the bathroom.  She was still wearing her short shorts.  A couple of minutes
later she went back into the bedroom, but the door was slightly ajar.  More
girly giggles and unintelligible chat.  After a short while Mark shouted up
the caravan, "Come and say goodnight, girls."

   "Okay," came the sarcastic, but resigned, remark from both girls, "if we
have to."

   Fleur still had on her t-shirt and light blue knickers, but John and
Mark were both pleased to see that Kim had taken off her shorts, and like
her friend was just wearing a t-shirt and knickers, but hers were yellow.
Fleur kissed her dad.  John watched as Kim bent down to kiss her father,
and noticed quite a movement inside her t-shirt.  He thought she had been
wearing a bra earlier on, but it seemed that she did not have one on now.
He'd already noticed the shape of her t-shirt, when she came into the
lounge, and he also enjoyed looking at her knickers, which appeared to be
very tight around her.

   "Goodnight, girls," both men said as their daughters returned to their
bedroom.  The bedroom door closed and John continued, "I thought Kim looked
lovely in those yellow knickers - I also noticed quite a movement inside
her t-shirt."

   "Yeah, I noticed that too - I think she sometimes wears a bra in bed,
but doesn't look like she is tonight."

   "That's sexy in a young girl," said John.  "Hey, you know how both girls
were just in knickers and t-shirt?"

   "Yes," said Mark, not quite sure what John was going to say next.

   "Well, how about trying to see if tomorrow we can try to get them to
take their t-shirts off."

   "That sounds fun, but how we going to do that?" asked Mark.

   "Well, it seems they have no problem in knickers and t-shirt.  Say if
tomorrow evening we get them to have a bit of a party with us in here,
rather than them going to their room."

   "They won't want to spend the evening with us."

   John said, "Are you ok with Kim having whisky or vodka?"

   "Yes," said Mark, "you want to get them drunk?  Sounds good."

   "That's the sort of idea.  If we say they can have some drinks they'll
probably be happy to stay with us."

   "And take their tops off."

   "You don't mind letting me see Kim's tits, then," said John.

   "As long as I can see Fleur's.  In fact I don't mind if you see Kim
naked.  I'd like to see her naked as well," said Mark.

   "Ok then," said John eagerly.  "So tomorrow we'll get some, what, whisky
or vodka?  Fleur has sometimes had both but vodka doesn't taste so strong."

   "Let's get some of each - I can drink either," said Mark, with relish.

   "Good idea, so can I.  Let's not say anything to the girls, until the
evening."

   "Fine," said Mark, "and we are agreed that we have our own little party
...  with the aim of getting the girls to take their clothes off."

   "Sounds good to me."

   "Do you think we'll manage it."

   John said, "If it was just Fleur and I she would.  Knowing her as I do
and as she was wandering around without her jeans earlier on, I think she
will.  What about Kim?"

   Mark pondered for a moment or two.  "Not sure.  It's not something I've
thought of her doing before, but if Fleur does, she probably go along with
it."

   "Well, we'll have to see what happens," said John.  "And with that happy
thought, I'm going to go to bed now."

   "Yes," said Mark, "I'm tired as well."

   The men tidied up and went to their respective rooms for the night. 
Both had a fairly restless night, each thinking about seeing his daughter,
and more particularly her friend, naked the next evening.

   The girls were still awake when they heard their dads going to bed.  But
they didn't know what their dads were planning for the next day.

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   SATURDAY

   The dads and daughters had a relaxed day.  The girls spent the morning
in the swimming pool, during which time the fathers bought the drinks for
their evening `entertainment' in the park shop.  They also spent some time
watching the girls and both commented how nice the other's daughter looked.
Fleur had on a yellow bikini which accentuated her long legs and slim body.
Mark even commented on how tight her bikini bottom seemed to hug her, and
was that a very noticeable cameltoe he could see?  Certainly looked like
it, agreed John.  Kim wore a white one-piece costume, which showed off her
developing chest, and also a dark shadow around her crotch area.  This was
not lost on either man, and they spent a while talking about their hopes
that later on that day they would see the girls without their costumes. 
They also looked around at the other girls, talking about them and how sexy
girls of around 11-13 looked in their swimming costumes, but agreed that
their own daughters could knock spots off most of the other girls for being
sexy.  Maybe the men were just biased towards their own daughters.

   During the afternoon the group went for a walk along the nearby cliffs.
Unfortunately, Kim and Fleur had both changed into jeans, so they did not
look so sexy as they would have done in shorts or skirts.  However, nothing
was said, as their fathers did not want to alert the girls yet as to what
they were thinking about the evening.

   Finally the time the men were looking forward to was nearing.  They had
all had a meal in the café on the camp, and gone back to their caravan.

   They were all sitting on the sofa around the edge of the lounge.  "What
are we doing tonight?" asked Fleur.

   John and Mark looked at each other.  John answered.  "We thought we
would go to the clubhouse and see what is going on there."

   "It was a bit boring last night," commented Kim.

   "Well, it is Saturday, so hopefully it will better that last night,"
said John, hoping in fact that it would not be better than last night to
give the excuse for them all to come back to the caravan.

   "Go and get changed, girls," said Mark.  "Put something nice on, so we
can be proud of our daughters.  I think it ought to be dresses or skirts,
rather than jeans or shorts."

   "Ok," said both girls as they got up and went to their room to get
ready. There was no real need for the men to change, as they were wearing
casual clothes anyway.

   "That was a good idea telling them not to wear jeans," said John.

   "Yes, I thought it would help in getting them to strip later.  Get them
to flash a bit first.  You still happy to carry out our plan?" said Mark.

   "Gosh yes, if you are.  You sure you don't mind me seeing your daughter
naked."

   "Not at all," replied John, "and I can't wait to see Kim's tits and that
hair on her cunt."

   "Ok, John, let's go for it," said Mark, draining his can of lager.

   After what seemed to be a long time, but probably wasn't, it was just
that the men were nervous, the girls were ready.  As asked, they both wore
skirts.  Fleur's was a pink candy striped skirt, quite full, together with
a white top with thin straps and no arms.  Kim wore a plain mid blue skirt
with buttons down the front with a black short sleeved t-shirt.  Both girls
wore short white socks.

   "You look great, girls," said John.

   "Yes, very smart," said Mark.  "in fact, quite sexy."

   "Dad!" exclaimed Kim, "you shouldn't talk like that."

   "Why not, don't you want to feel sexy?"

   "Yes, but dads aren't suppose to tell their daughters they're sexy. 
They just don't"

   John joined in with, "Well I think you're both sexy.  So here's two dads
who are telling their daughters they are sexy."

   "Have you been drinking already, dad," said Fleur, in a slightly
accusatory manner.

   "A bit, we've had a can already.  Why don't you girls have a drink
before we go to the clubhouse?  What do you want?" replied John pointing at
the bottles on the side.

   "Can we have a proper drink?  After all we are on holiday," said Kim.

   "You mean alcohol?"

   "Don't suppose you'd let us.  Even though you think we're sexy," sneered
Kim.

   "Yes, you can.  You can have whisky or vodka.  Your choice," confirmed
John

   "Gosh, thanks, dad.  What you want, Fleur."

   "Whisky for me," said Fleur.

   "And me," said Kim.

   John looked at Mark, "Mark?"

   "Yes, whisky's fine."

   "Ok, four whiskies and lemonade."

   By this time the girls had sat down and Mark helped John with the
drinks. They put a reasonable amount of whisky in the girls' drinks.  They
didn't want to give them too much to drink, but enough to get them going on
the way to becoming tipsy later on.  It would be easier to encourage the
girls to strip if they weren't sober.  Also, the girls were too young to
officially drink alcohol in the club house, so starting before they went
over there would be a bonus.

   The men quickly finished their drinks and hurried the girls to finish
theirs.  Whilst there was no reason to rush to the club house they didn't
want to be back to the caravan too late.  They didn't want the girls to be
tired, just tipsy.

   In the club house, when asked what they wanted to drink, both girls
asked if they could have whisky and lemonade.  The dads managed to sneak
them the drinks they asked for, although the girls did not realise that
they each had doubles.  Although it was Saturday, the entertainment was not
particularly brilliant, and it was not difficult to get the girls to leave,
especially as the men had told their daughters they could have more to
drink when they got back to the caravan.

   It was quite a bit cooler outside and nearly dark.  It was becoming
obvious that the girls were getting a little light headed.  They were
giggling together, and being a bit silly.  On the way back to the caravan
they passed the swing park, only a small one alongside the path consisting
of a couple of swings and a climbing frame.

   "Can we have a go on the swings, dad?" asked Kim.

   "Yes, if you want to," replied Mark.

   Both dads watched as their daughters got on the swings.  The girls
managed to swing quite high, and the dads noticed that their skirts
billowed up when they swung forwards.  "You see Fleur's skirt blowing up?"
said John.  Fleur's skirt blew up quite easily giving an occasional glimpse
of her white knickers.

   "Yeah," said Mark, "nice.  Kim's isn't blowing up so much." Kim's skirt
was heavier and not so inclined to rise.

   "No, pity," remarked John, ruefully.  They both sniggered suggestively.

   After a couple of minutes the girls jumped off the swings and moved onto
the climbing frame, a dome-shape structure made of metal poles and bars
designed, naturally, to be climbed over.

   "This could be interesting," said Mark.

   "Yes," said John, "very." They were only a few yards away and within
moments, the girls had climbed up and were sitting at the top.  Fleur had
her legs dangling through the bars, but Kim had her feet resting on one of
the cross-bars, giving a wonderful sight of her knickers.  They seemed to
be of a pale colour, but there was not enough light to tell what actual
colour they were.

   "Look as us," shouted Fleur, as if the men weren't looking them!

   "Yes," replied Mark, still looking up his daughter's skirt, "nice view."

   Until that moment Kim had not been aware of how she was sitting, but her
dad's comment had alerted her.  She leant across to Fleur and they had a
whispered conversation, but the men could not hear what was being said. 
Kim still had her legs open on the bar, and then Fleur lifted her feet up
as well and put them on the bar.  She was now showing her knickers, and it
was obvious that the girls were purposely showing off.  Maybe the men's
plans were going to come to fruition easier than they thought.  Would the
girls have done the same if they had not had any alcohol?  Whatever, it was
starting to look good for when they got back to the caravan.

   John said to his daughter, "Nice view, Fleur, and you look good as well
Kim." Although he was enjoying the view, he also wanted to get the girls
back to the caravan, as of course did Mark.  "Come on, let's go."

   "Can we have another drink when we get back?" asked Kim.

   "We said you could, didn't we?" said Mark.

   "Yeah, but you may have changed your mind," retorted Kim.

   "Well, we haven't," said John, "come on."

   The girls clambered down, none too delicately.  John and Mark wondered
if they were still purposely flashing.  The girls ran on ahead.

   "That was a nice show, seeing their knickers like that, wasn't it?" said
John.

   "Yes, that was really great.  We'll have to get them to do that again
when we get back."

   "Give them a drink first, and then tell them how sexy they looked."

   "And how much we liked looking up their skirts, and can we have another
look."

   "But how are we going to get them to undress?"

   "Not sure, but we'll play it by ear.  Something will come up, I'm sure."

   "I know something that will definitely come up if I see your daughter
naked," said John in a suggestive manner.

   Both men laughed at the innuendo.  "You mean, WHEN you see Kim naked."

   "Do you think they really will undress?"

   "Seeing how they were just now, I know it was just their knickers, but
they definitely knew what they were doing.  Somehow I don't think they will
need a lot of encouragement - just pointing in the right direction."

   "Hope you're right."

   The girls were waiting at the caravan when their fathers arrived. 
"Hurry up, we both need the loo," squirmed Kim.

   "Well you can't both go at the same time."

   John opened the door, and both girls rushed inside, Fleur getting to the
loo first.  Kim stood outside wriggling and shouting at Fleur to hurry up.
The men went into the lounge as it was a little chilly, John lit the gas
fire as Mark started to pour the drinks for the girls and themselves.  "Do
you think that's enough for the girls?" asked Mark, holding a glass up with
a generous amount of whisky.

   "That looks like a triple," remarked John, "better put a bit more in!"
Both men laughed.  "Don't give me as much as that, I want to know and enjoy
what's going to happen."

   Kim eventually managed to get into the loo, and when she had finished
went into her bedroom where Fleur had gone.  After a couple of minutes,
John called through their door to come and have their drinks.  Within
seconds, the door opened, and the girls rushed into the lounge.  Mark gave
each of the girls the drinks with more whisky and they sat on the settee.
Mark sat next to Kim and John sat the other side next to Fleur.

   "Gosh, this is strong," said Kim.  "Did you put a lot of whisky in it?"

   "You don't mind, do you?" answered John.

   "They're trying to get us drunk," said Fleur.

   With a pirate-like sneer Kim said, "Sooo they can have their eeevil way
with us.  ARRR."

   They all laughed.  Somehow that broke the ice, and the tension that the
men were feeling.  The time had now come for them to start encouraging the
girls.

   "That's right," said John, "so that we can have our evil way with our
sexy girls." He put his arm around Fleur's shoulder and cuddled her, being
careful not to make her spill the drink she was holding.

   Mark piped up, "Yes they are sexy, aren't they?"

   In a rather falsely indignant manner Kim said, "Do you mind not talking
about us as if we're not here."

   "Ooohhh," said Mark, "who's got her knickers in a twist."

   "My knickers aren't in a twist," retorted Kim.

   "Ah, yes, the knickers we saw earlier." Kim reacted with a coy smile.

   "Then you got Fleur to show us hers," said John, still with his arm
around her, "and lovely and sexy she looked too." He gave her a little
squeeze and a kiss on her forehead.

   Both girls started to giggle, then almost laughing Fleur remarked, "You
shouldn't have been looking."

   "Why not?  You were showing us on purpose, weren't you?"

   More giggles.  "I suppose we were," Fleur managed to get out.

   "Did you enjoy showing us your knickers, then?" asked Mark.  Both girls
were almost in hysterics.

   "I did," giggled Kim.

   "So did I." Fleur was laughing so much, she could hardly get the words
out.

   "You were both being sexy by flashing like that.  How would you like do
it again then?" suggested John.

   "Do what?", said Fleur.

   "Show us your knickers," said Mark.

   "Like this?" Fleur took hold of the hem of her skirt, and pulled it up
quickly and back again.  John saw just a quick flash.

   "No, more like you were doing earlier on," said John, "giving us a good
look up your skirts."

   Fleur pulled away from her father and the girls put their heads
together. They were still giggling together, the new drink seemed to be
starting to have an effect already.  "Shall we?" "Yes." "No." "Shall we?"
"I don't know."

   Almost together both girls said, "Ok, we will."

   "Lovely," said Mark.  "We can't see up your skirts if you're sitting
next to us, so why don't you both go and sit on the floor over by the
cupboard?  Take your drinks with you."

   The girls did as they were asked.  They were immediately opposite their
fathers, but only a few feet away.  Although they had gone to sit on the
floor with the sole purpose of showing their knickers, they sat down in a
most ladylike manner, not showing anything.

   "Ok," said John, "now sit with your knees up and legs apart."

   The girls pulled their knees up.  Both had their knees together but
their feet were apart.  "Like this?" asked Fleur, still giggling.  So was
Kim.

   The men had a wonderful view up their daughters' skirts.  Their knickers
formed a triangle with the base on the floor and the point disappearing
between their legs a few inches higher.  Fleur's white knickers showed up
brilliantly against the candy stripe of her skirt, and now that there was
enough light, the men saw that Kim's knickers were in fact pale green,
contrasting nicely against her blue skirt.

   "Wow, girls, that's lovely.  You are both so sexy," said Mark.

   "I agree," said John, "two beautiful girls showing off their knickers.
How sexy can you get?  Do you girls like sitting like that?"

   "Yeah, it's fun," said Kim, picking up her drink and finishing it. 
Fleur still had some in her glass, but soon picked it up and drained it. 
She shuddered as it went down - it was a little strong!

   "Now open your knees," said John.  He watched the girls open their legs,
but he was looking more closely at Kim, "Now that is sexy."

   Mark was mesmerised by Fleur's knickers.  "Super sexy is what I say."

   The conversation continued for a couple of minutes, the girls changing
position a couple of times, but making sure that their knickers were on
view.

   "Ok, girls, why don't you take your socks of now.  But make sure you
keep your legs open as you do so."

   Obediently the girls moved their legs around so they could reach their
socks to take them off.  The men ogled as they looked at the knickers
stretched across their crotches.

   "Let's try something else," said Mark.  "Kim, stand up, and come here."

   Kim got up, but seemed a little wobbly, and almost fell into her father.
"Whoops!"

   "Are you ok," Mark said, steadying her.

   "Yeah, I think so.  I'm a bit hot." Indeed, it was getting hot, and the
drink obviously wasn't helping, although the fire wasn't on particularly
high.

   "Well," said Mark, if you're hot maybe you've got too much on.  You
could always take something off.  You'd do that for your dad, wouldn't
you?"

   Kim was a little doubtful, but still said, "Yes, I suppose so."

   "Good girl - why don't you take your t-shirt off?  Here, I'll help you."
She made no attempt to stop him, and Mark held on to the bottom of Kim's
t-shirt and raised it up.  She raised her arms and Mark had to stand up so
that he could take it up over her head.  She had small bra on covering her
32B size tits, so she was quite big for a girl of 12.

   "That's nice," said John.  Kim turned towards him as he said this. 
"Very sexy."

   "Do you really think so?" said Kim, posing and sticking her chest out.

   "Yes, really," reiterated John.

   Kim turned to Fleur, who by this time had moved onto the sofa.  "Fleur,
you gotta take your top off now."

   "What?" she exclaimed.

   "I've taken mine off - you've got to take yours off as well."

   Fleur was also feeling the effect of the whisky.  "Oh, ok," she said,
and pulled her white top over her head.  She was not big enough to wear a
proper bra, but had a training bra of white cotton through which could be
seen the shape of her developing buds.

   Mark had a really good look at Fleur, much in the way that John was
looking at Kim.

   "Don't both of you girls look lovely?  And so sexy," commented John.

   "Yes, first of all you show us your knickers, and now we can see your
bras," said Mark.  "You don't mind us looking do you?"

   Kim said, "No, it's rather nice actually, it's sort of ...  well, sort
of ..."

   "Sexy," burst in Fleur.

   "...  that's it, sexy," Confirmed Kim

   "Yeah, we like sexy girls, don't we Mark?"

   "Especially in their underwear."

   "Yeah, especially in their underwear," emphasised John.

   The men were really surprised when Fleur piped up with, "You want us
just in our undies?" It seemed that the whisky had really gotten to Fleur,
as it had Kim.

   "That would be nice," said John.

   "Shall we then?" Fleur asked Kim.

   "Yeah, ok." Both girls stood in the middle of the room.  Fleur's skirt
had an elasticated waist and she slipped it down easily and let it drop to
the floor.  Kim had to undo a couple of buttons at the waist, and so it
took a few seconds longer before she too was standing in just bra and
knickers.

   "I won," shouted out Fleur.

   "Wasn't a race, anyway," sneered Kim.

   "Doesn't matter who was first," said Mark.  "What matters is how sexy
and gorgeous you both look."

   The girls stood in front of their fathers enjoying the attention they
were getting.  Fleur's knickers were of the brief type and hugged her low
down on her hips.  Her long legs and flat stomach emphasised how small they
appeared.  The white training bra was high up, cupping her buds, which
poked against the material.  Her nipples showed signs of hardening and were
quite noticeable.  Kim's light green knickers were of a fuller variety and
like Fleur, she had a flat stomach.  But unlike Fleur, there was a
pronounced bulge, or mound, as her knickers went between her legs.  The
material was fairly thin and there was a dark shadow apparent where her
pubic hair was growing.  Both men had seen this shadow earlier when she was
in her swimming costume, but it was even more noticeable now.

   Although some of the talk revolved around the girls and what they were,
or were not, wearing, they chatted generally for a few minutes, the girls
quite happy to move around and sit down in their state of undress.  The men
enjoyed seeing that their daughters were not self conscious at all in their
undies.

   Mark was really getting excited seeing his daughter in her underwear. 
He liked the way her bra bounced as she walked around.  Although they
weren't enormous, her tits were still big enough to bounce.  He knew that
John had seen Fleur's body at home, and he wanted to see Kim's as much as
he wanted to see Fleur's.  He also knew that John was eager to see Kim
naked, and although the girls were still basically decent, the way things
were going he did not think there would be much resistance to them taking
off their remaining items of clothing.

   Before long, Mark said to John, "You know what?  I think the girls are
overdressed."

   "I agree," replied John, "definitely too many clothes on."

   Hearing this, the girls, who were sitting together on the settee,
giggled.  Kim said, "Hear that, Fleur?"

   "Yeah, they think we're wearing too much!" she giggled.

   "We're not though, are we?" asked Kim, with a mocking suggestive air.

   "If you took your bra off they'd see your boobs," Fleur said to Kim.

   "That's right," said John, "we would."

   "You wanna see my boobs, dad?"

   "That would be nice, and John would like to see them as well."

   "Yes I would.  And we'd like to see yours as well Fleur."

   "Mine are not big like Kim's.  She's got huge boobs."

   "They're not that big," snapped Kim.

   "How about letting John and I judge how big they are, Kim."

   She replied, "I think Fleur should show hers first."

   Fleur immediately replied, "Why should I - you go first.  Men like big
boobs."

   It was obvious the girls were enjoying their banter, neither of them
really being serious.  Truth to be told they actually couldn't wait to take
their bras off!

   "They like smaller ones as well," said John.

   "I'm not taking my bra off first," giggled Fleur.

   "Nor am I," countered Kim.

   "Girls, girls, stop arguing.  Let's toss a coin to see who takes off her
bra first," said John, taking a coin out of his pocket.  "Right, heads or
tails?"

   Kim shouted, "Heads!" at the same time as Fleur shouted, "Tails!"

   "Loser takes her bra off first.  Ok?"

   "Ok," said both girls.

   "Here goes," said John, flicking the coin up and catching it on the back
of one hand with the other.  He took the top hand away and looked at the
coin.  "Heads it is.  Come on then Fleur, show us your tits."

   With a fake reluctance Fleur took hold of the bottom of her bra, and
pulled it away from her chest so she could ease it over her growing buds.
She pulled it up higher over her head, and when she had taken her arms out
of the straps, flung the bra to her dad, saying, "Catch." John caught it.
She suddenly became conscious of having bared her chest with three other
people looking at her, and modestly covered herself up with her hands.

   "Take your hands away, Fleur," said John.  "Don't be shy, let's have a
good look at you." Fleur took her hands away, exposing her buds.  They were
about the size of a plum and nicely puffy.  She seemed to be quite excited
as her nipples were hard and pronounced.

   "Wow!" exclaimed Mark, "that is fantastic.  You don't need to be shy of
those at all, Fleur."

   "It's your turn now, Kim," said Fleur.  "You can all see my boobs,
you've got to show yours now."

   "Ok," said Kim, reaching round the back of her bra and trying to undo
it. She was having a bit of difficulty.  Eventually she managed to undo the
clips at the back and holding onto her bra at the front slipped her arms
out of the straps.  She had one hand on each breast, holding the bra in
place, the straps dangling down.  Both men were eagerly watching her.

   "Come on, Kim" said Fleur, "show your boobs," and then she grabbed hold
of Kim's arms and pulled them away from her chest.  The bra dislodged
itself and fell down.  The men could now see Kim's tits.  They were indeed
much bigger than Fleur's, well rounded orbs of flesh.  Her nipples were
also hard and sticking out.  Obviously the two dads were delighted.

   "What do you think of my daughter, then, John."

   "I think she is a wonderful girl, and I love her tits, or should I say
boobs, girls?"

   "Boobs or tits, doesn't matter," said Fleur.

   "Some older girls at school call them knockers, cos they can knock them
together," said Kim, "but mine aren't that big yet." Saying this she moved
her tits around demonstrating what she meant." She seemed to have lost any
shyness she previously had.

   Suddenly Fleur shouted out, "I need a pee."

   "So do I," copied Kim.  Both girls were sitting on the floor, topless
and their fathers watched them get up.  Kim's tits flopped around a bit,
but there was also movement from Fleur's.  The girls went out of the
lounge, pulling the curtain across so the men could not see up the corridor
where the loo was.

   "Why do girls always have to go to the loo in pairs?" asked John.

   "I dunno," replied Mark, it's not as if they can both go at the same
time.  This is great, isn't it?  The girls don't seem to mind showing
themselves of at all really."

   "They don't.  They seem to be enjoying it all.  Let's hope they don't
put some clothes back on before they return.  So are you pleased you've
seen your Kim's tits at again."

   "Gosh yes, I love them.  Mind you, your Fleur looked a real knockout. 
They're all puffy, and actually bigger than I thought they'd be."

   "Did you notice how Kim's tits bounced as she was getting up?"

   "Not really, I couldn't take my eyes off Fleur.

   "Kim really bounced.  I felt I wanted to reach out and touch them?"

   "I felt much the same, with both Kim and Fleur."

   "Maybe I could accidentally brush against Kim."

   John said "If we offered to cuddle the girls, you with Fleur and me with
Kim we would almost have no option but the touch them.  You ok with that?"

   "Yes.  If you're ok with it.  Let's say we can touch and feel as long as
the girls don't stop us.  If one or the other doesn't like it, we stop."

   "Agreed," said John.  "When you say touch and feel, do you mean just
their tops?"

   "I'm happy for you to feel Kim anywhere, even if she's naked."

   "Ok, same here with you and Fleur.  But we stop if the girls want us to,
and also if we feel their cunts, we don't try to go inside - just on the
outside."

   "That's what I was going to say, but you beat me to it."

   "Shhh, I think the girls are coming back," said John.  "Lets hope
they're still wearing just their knickers."

   "Or even less!" mused Mark.

   The girls drew back the curtain, and came into the room.  Their dads
were delighted that indeed they were still just in their knickers.  It
would have somewhat defeated their intentions if the girls had put on any
other clothes.  Seeing the two topless girls walk across the lounge and sit
down on the sofa along the end wall was a wonderful experience.

   "I must go to the loo myself," said John.  "You ok with the girls on
your own?"

   Picking up the innuendo, Mark replied, "I think I can manage these two
gorgeous sexy girls." The girls giggled.  John went out of the room, and
Mark continued, "I think you girls are wonderful.  Do you like showing
yourselves off like you are?"

   "It's fun, isn't it Kim?"

   "Yeah."

   "I thought you might have put some clothes back on when you went to the
loo.  But I was pleased you came back topless."

   "Can we have another drink?" asked Kim.

   "Yes, don't see why not.  Where's your glasses?"

   They found the glasses on the floor by the cupboard, amongst the
discarded clothes the girls had taken off.  Mark was just opening a bottle
when John came back.

   "The girls want another drink.  Ok?  Do you want to get them while I go
to the loo myself.  Be good," Mark said with a wink.

   John poured four drinks again.  There was just enough left in the whisky
bottle, provided he did not give the girls too much.  Also he didn't want
them to be ill in the morning.

   Mark came back just as he was handing the topless girls their drinks. 
Kim had moved onto the other end of the sofa along the wall.  Seeing Fleur
on her own, and casting his mind back to what he and John had been saying a
few minutes earlier, he went and sat down by her side.  "You don't mind if
I sit next to you, do you?"

   "That's fine," replied Fleur.

   "Here's your drink, Mark," said John, handing him a glass.  "I'll sit
over here with Kim." Looking at Kim he said, "Ok"

   "Yeah, ok."

   "Good, it's not every day I sit next to a sexy young lady like
yourself."

   "You sit next to me every day, dad," piped up Fleur, "don't you think
I'm sexy then."

   "Of course I do, especially how you are at the moment, but I don't get
the chance to sit next to Kim."

   "You only want to sit next to her because she has bigger tits."

   Mark piped up, "And I want to sit next to you because you have smaller
tits.  You don't mind, do you Kim."

   "No, I like John sitting next me."

   "That's nice," said John, putting his arm around Kim and drawing her
towards him.  She rested her head on his shoulder.

   Suddenly Fleur exclaimed, "Bugger!  Spilt my drink." Somehow she had
managed to spill her drink down her front, not much, but her chest was wet.

   Mark reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue.  Instead of giving
it to Fleur to dry herself off, he started to mop up the drink himself. 
Quickly he had realised that he had the ideal opportunity to feel her, and
he made sure that in drying her off, he rubbed the tissue over her little
tits, paying more attention to feeling her up that perhaps he needed to. 
Fleur didn't seem to mind Mark touching her, and as her father was watching
the whole time, he thought she was actually enjoying it.

   "Be careful next time, Fleur," said John sarcastically, "otherwise Mark
will have to dry you off again."

   "What, so he can feel my tits again?" she retorted.

   "Don't you want me to touch your tits then?" asked Mark, putting a hand
firmly on one of them.

   "You can if you want," she said, enjoying the feel of Mark's hand on
her. Having said this, he moved his hand around, having a good feel of her
puffiness, and tweaking her little nipples, which were showing signs of
excitement.

   As Fleur and Mark were having this conversation, John had put his arm
around Kim, his hand resting against one of her tits.  "Ok?" he asked her
quietly, moving his hand against her tit so that she was fully aware that
he was asking if he could feel her.

   "Ok," she replied.

   John then moved his hand around feeling the soft flesh and the erect
nipple.  He looked across at Fleur.  Mark was still playing with her,
running his hands over her torso, but concentrating on her bust area.  He
was whispering to her as he was doing this, and she was replying but John
could not hear what they were saying.  Kim was sitting next to John, and he
suggested that she sit on his lap.  She moved and sat on his knees with her
back to him.  He put his hands around her, covering her tits.  He also
moved them up and down her body, but making sure he had a good feel of her
exciting tits.  Then he asked her to move round, so that she was sideways
to him.  He put one hand around her again, cupping one boob, and starting
rubbing her tummy with the other.  He moved this hand down and ran it over
her knickers.  He really enjoyed the feel of the cotton material, and
through it he could feel that she must have quite a bit of hair hidden
inside.  He gradually moved his hand down and moved it over her cunt area.
"Ok?" he whispered in her ear.  He received an affirmative nod of her head.
Kim opened her legs a little, and he was actually able to feel between her
legs.  He was in heaven, one hand on her tit, the other on her cunt.  Next
he moved his hand up the waistband of her knickers and started to slide his
hand inside.  His hand hadn't gone down inside very far before he could
feel her pubic hair.  It was not as fine as the hair on her head, but it
was still soft, Kim being still young despite her development.  Kim seemed
to be enjoying what he was doing, and was making no attempt to stop him. 
He continued feeling her pubic hair, moving his hand from side to side, and
also as low down as he could until he could feel the top of the slit which
would continue down and under between her legs.

   As John was enjoying himself with Kim, Fleur was looking relaxed as Mark
was playing with her.  She was sort of half laid across his lap as he was
rubbing her tits, one leg on the sofa and the other on the floor, meaning
that her legs were apart.  Apart from seeing someone playing with his
daughter, her open legs and those beautiful white knickers spread across
her crotch, gave added excitement.

   Fleur was certainly enjoying the attention she was receiving from Mark.
She often played with her tits when she was on her own, but nothing that
she had done to herself compared to what she was feeling now.  Mark was
also enjoying himself, obviously.  Although they weren't very big, it was
very exciting playing with the small puffy tits.  He imagined that he
missed out on being able to do this with Kim when she went through this
stage.  He would certainly have to make sure that he and Kim were able to
spend some time together when they got home!  Mark had been paying so much
attention to Fleur that he had not noticed what was happening with his
daughter.  He looked across to where she was with John, and saw her sitting
on his lap, and with John's hand inside her knickers.  God, that was
exciting, something else for him to imagine doing when he got home.  Mark
whispered to Fleur, "See what your dad and Kim are doing?"

   "I've been watching them.  Do you want to feel down there?"

   "Yeah, but how about taking your knickers off first, or a least slipping
them down a bit."

   Despite what she was feeling, she giggled a bit.  "You wanna see my
pussy as well.  Ok." With that she took her leg off the floor, and lying
along the sofa slipped her knickers down, raising first her bum, then her
legs to get them right off.

   Mark didn't think it would be that easy to get her knickers off.  But he
was delighted.  She leant back against him and put her leg back down on the
floor.  This is one girl who is not self-conscious at all, Mark thought. 
Naked and with her legs apart.  However, she'd taken her knickers off so he
could feel her.  From his position looking down along her body he could see
that she didn't have much pubic hair, although allowing for the fact that
she was a blond, she may actually have more hair than he thought.  He was
pleased that in the position she had returned to he could easily reach down
and touch that soft hair, which he made no delay in doing, moving his hand
in a circular motion.  With such a thin covering of hair, he could see the
top of her slit, but as she had her legs open, he thought that he didn't
have the best view of her cunt, but he made the most of the situation by
moving his hand between her legs.  Looking across at Kim, he saw that John
still had his hand inside her knickers, the waist of which had been pulled
down a couple of inches, and he too seemed to have his hand between Kim's
legs.  John looked up and saw his daughter's naked body, legs open and Mark
touching her cunt.  He looked at Mark, and smiled approvingly.

   "Guess you need to take your knickers off as well, Kim," said John. 
"Stand up a moment."

   Kim got up off John's lap.  Much as he was enjoying playing with Kim, he
was finding her getting quite heavy on his lap, and he was pleased with the
respite.  Kim was standing in front of him, and put her hands to the
waistband of her knickers.

   "No, Kim," said John, "allow me." Kim took her hands away, to be
replaced by John taking hold of the waist of her knickers and pulling them
down, holding them low down so she could step out of them.  As he had
expected, and felt, she had an amazing amount of pubic hair for a girl of
her age.  He was also excited by her prominent mound, and he noticed that
the slit of her cunt started quite low down, not like Fleur's, which he had
seemed to be quite high.

   Fleur and Mark had been watching, and John said, "Ok, girls, you're both
naked now.  "How about letting us have a good look at you."

   "What do you want us to do?" said Fleur.

   Mark said, "How about standing in the middle there, and letting us
admire the beauty of the female form."

   "That sounds like you want to ogle our boobs and pussies, dad," said
Kim.

   "Well, yes, I suppose we do.  So just stand and let us look at you."

   The girls didn't argue.  Maybe it was because they'd had too much to
drink, or that they were tired.  Or that they were becoming real
exhibitionists.  Whichever, they stood side by side in the middle of the
room, naked, and let their father's `ogle' them.

   "Gosh, John, they both look so gorgeous, and sexy.  They are both really
good to show us their naked bodies."

   The men took in the sexiness of their daughters.  Yes, they were
different.  Kim had well formed tits with a good cunt mound with lots of
hair, whereas Fleur had little more that a light fuzz but a slit that
seemed to go up to her waist.

   "Yes, they are good girls.  Good girls for showing us their tits.  Good
girls for showing us their cunts."

   "Dad!" exclaimed Fleur, "you're not meant to use that word.  It's really
rude."

   "What word, darling?"

   "Cunt.  It's a really dirty word."

   "Well you've just said it," retorted John, "and you know what it means."

   "Yes it's out pussies, or fannies."

   "Well, we want to call them cunts, don't we Mark?"

   "Yes, cunts," confirmed John.

   "Can we call them cunts as well, dad?" asked Kim.

   "Why not?" said Mark.

   "Ok," said Fleur, "so do you like looking at our cunts."

   Hearing his daughter using language like that really exicited John. 
There was just something about a young girl using bad language he liked. 
He made a note to encourage it when they got home!

   "Yes," said Mark, "but to get a really good look, you need to open your
legs."

   "Like this," said Kim, standing with her legs apart.

   "No, wider than that," said John.  "Like if you lay on the floor, lift
your bums up and open your legs wide."

   "You don't mind showing your cunts like that, do you girls," said Mark.

   "Ok then." Both girls did as they were asked.  Their legs were so far
apart, their dads could see everything between their legs, their lips
opening up.  Even Kim's hair-covered cunt was exposed, showing the pink
entrance to heaven for some boy in the future.

   "That's very nice, girls," said John.  "Have you seen enough, Mark?"

   "Yes I think so," he replied.

   "Ok, girls, you can get up now.  Just come and give your dad's a cuddle.

   Fleur and Kim got up from their exposed positions, and went and sat with
their dads.  John noticed that Mark was feeling one of Kim's tits, and then
realised that he himself was covering one of Fleurs.

   After a few minutes, Mark said, "I think it's bed for everyone now. 
Look at the time, it's gone 11.30.  You won't enjoy tomorrow if you stay up
much longer girls."

   "Aw, dad," whined Kim.

   "No, bed!" said Mark firmly.

   "We can't move, can we, Fleur?"

   "No, we can't move," reiterated Kim.

   "We'll carry you then" said John, taking hold of Fleur to pick her up.

   "I want Mark to carry me," said Fleur.

   "Ok, then," said John, "I'll carry Kim."

   Both men picked up each other's daughters, and each managed to feel up
the girls as they carried them to their room, and laid them on their bed.
Both girls lay there, stark naked and unashamed as both dads kissed each of
the girls good night, and left their room, closing the door behind them.

   Back in the lounge, John said, "Good, evening, then?"

   "Yes, brilliant.  I thought we might get them naked, but I didn't think
they'd go that far.."

   "Like opening their legs, and letting us play with their bodies so
much."

   "Yes, it was almost as if they had planned to strip for us," said Mark.

   "Maybe they had, but I guess we'll never know."

   "Suppose not.  Any way, what plans for tomorrow evening then?"

   "Don't know, maybe have a naked evening with them," said John.

   "What?  You mean us as well?"

   "I meant just them, get them in the nude for most of the time.  But the
idea of us being naked with them sounds sort of ...  interesting."

   "Anyway, they may not want to do it again.  I'm sure it was the drink,
and it may not be fair to get them tipsy just so we can get their clothes
off and fondle them." A fatherly comment from Mark.  Despite what they had
each been doing with the girls, they still felt a fatherly respect for
their daughters."

   They heard the girl's bedroom door open and one of them going to the
loo.

   "I suppose we had better clear up in here." All the girls' clothes were
strewn across the floor.  They were putting the clothes in two piles, one
for each girl, their knickers on the top.

   Footsteps in the corridor again, and the bathroom door closing again. 
The other girl was going to the loo.

   "Gosh, all that stuff with the girls gave me a real hard-on," said John.
I'm going to have to do something about it before I go to bed."

   "Me too, I nearly came when Fleur took her knickers off."

   "That would be embarrassing if we were naked with the girls."

   "I suppose so," said Mark, "but they get taught all about stuff like
that at school anyway, so it would be a good experience for them." Both men
laughed.

   John and Mark talked for a few minutes more, before deciding to go to
bed themselves.  Mark went into the loo first.  John carried both piles of
the girls' clothes, and quietly opened their bedroom door, to put them in.
The light was still on; the girls had left it on.  Both girls were asleep,
both naked on top of the bed.  Fleur was lying half on her front, one leg
pulled up, the other more or less straight.  She was showing her bum, and
there was a good view of her slit vanishing between her legs.  Kim was laid
on her bed, one leg straight, the other at an angle, displaying the charms
between her legs.  John stood there looking at both girls, but more at Kim,
rubbing the front of his trousers.

   Mark opened the door of the bathroom.  John turned round to him, "Shhhh.
Come an have a look at this," he whispered.  Mark looked at the girls lying
on the bed.  "I'd love to wank looking at this."

   "Go ahead," said Mark, "I've just had one."

   "You sure you don't mind if I do?"

   "No, enjoy yourself.  Goodnight, John,"

   "Goodnight, Mark, and thanks."

   Mark went into his room to go to bed.  John went to his room and took
his trousers and pants off.  His cock was hard and standing straight out.
He found some tissues and went back to the girls' room.  He had left the
door slightly ajar, and pushed it open.  Thankfully the girls were lying in
the same position.  As the room was not over big, he stood in the doorway
holding his cock in one hand and the tissue in the other ready to receive
the spunk he was going to produce very shortly.  He looked at Kim, her legs
apart and all that dark hair on view, the pink of her open cunt lips.  He
was so mesmerised by her cunt that he hardly noticed her tits, flattened
now against her chest.  But she was so, so sexy.  He started to rub his
cock slowly, eyes trying to take in the whole of her body, although her
cunt was taking prominence.  Much as he would have liked the experience to
last for ever, it took no more that a few strokes, before he ejaculated
into the tissue.  This was the first time he had wanked in front of a 12
year old girl, albeit she was asleep, but at that moment he vowed it would
not be the last.  The experience was so exhilarating, he wanted to repeat
it, time and time again.

   Having finished, he turned the light off, quietly closed the door and
went to the loo to sort himself out.  Lying in bed he wondered what would
happen the next evening.  Tonight had been so great, so he could hardly
imagine how it could be bettered.  He fell asleep with happy thoughts.
   End of Part 1 - Friday & Saturday