If you are under the age of 18, please do not continue reading
and exit immediately. If you are from a state, county, province,
or country which condones material of an adult nature, then
please follow the kids who just left.  To all of you who made it
past the first two sentences, congratulations!  This is a
complete work of fiction. None of the acts committed or persons
in this story are based in fact.  None of the names are real, and
neither are the places and relationships themselves. This is an
outlet for a fantasy with no possibility of carrying out.  No-one
was harmed in anyway on my part, before, during, or after the
composing of this story, besides myself.  This piece of work cost
me my life and marriage by the time the 3rd chapter was finished.
I hope you enjoy it more than my ex-wife did.  If you don't
appove then don't read on. I'm allowed to fantasize how I wish so
fuck off.

Pedo tales. Chapter 1
Homecoming

It's Friday evening . Another girls night on the town. My choice
of clothing for the ending of this day is an old pair of Jersey
shorts that are so beat up they would be considered improper in
public. I'm just about done mopping the living room so I can
relax and enjoy my night off and a weekend free from housework.

"Uncle Shane! Uncle Shane!" I hear a little voice shout and a
screen door slam, a split second before I'm assaulted by a
speeding mass as I try to get my house in order.

"Hey! Deedee!" I exclaim, barely keeping my balance. "When did
you get back?"  My 5 year old niece, Deidre, hugs my legs
tightly. After a pat and peck on the top of her head, she takes a
big step back to let me admire her. She stands a little over
three feet tall with curly brunette hair down to her mid-back. 
Her skin is lightly tanned all over from a life outside in
Hawaii.  Her pidgin chest gives her body the appearance of a
small beer belly, like that of an infant. I wonder how that will
affect life her as she gets older, especially when she starts
developing.

"Just today. You like my new dress?" She smiles, spinning slowly
on the balls of her perpetually dirty feet as she makes a circle
around me, letting her light-pink knee-length dress float up
giving me a peek of her white panties. Her large brown eyes and
full definitive brows clearly seeking approval.

"Yes my dear, it's lovely," I say lovingly, gently cupping her
head just behind the ear and giving her scalp a little massage. 
She closes her eyes as she leans into my hand, moaning softly
from the familiar sensation.  "but your dirty feet are messing up
my floors!" I scold her gently as I stop scratching her and tap
her on the nose like one would scold a kitten. Her eyes snap open
with a wanting look on her expressive face. "Where's Leila?" I
ask.

"Here, Uncle Shane!" A second self propelled missile collides
with my guts as Deidre's older sister grabs me in a fierce hug,
knocking me back a few steps, while her arms wrap tightly around
my waist. I hold her out at arms length to get a good look at
her. Leila is a few inches taller than her sister and just as
sassy as her sister is sweet. Her wavy hair is almost black and
hangs to her plump rear. She has surprisingly wide hips for one
so young, which only adds to her appeal. She leans back a little
and tilts her head, squinting her eyes.  Flashing me her attitude
for a few seconds, before cracking a huge smile and jumping on me
with as big a bear hug as she can manage, gigging all the while.

"I missed you soo much!" She says as she buries her head back
into my stomach.

"I missed you too, baby love." I reply, wrapping my arms around
her head. Not to be outdone by her big sister, Deirdre jumps in
putting her arms around me grabbing onto by butt and pulling me
into her embrace. Unknowingly she rubs my groin with her face
through the thin double layer fabric of my shorts, causing my
member to stir and the attention. The two girls playfully jostle
for position, which causes me harden quickly as they rub me with
their shoving. As they move their bodies across my waist trying
to get the better spot, they can't help but notice my erection.
Their pushing stops short as they look questioningly at the lump
in my shorts.

"Uncle Shane? What's that?" asks Deidre, as they curiously they
poke my stiffening organ with their fingers.

"U-uh-um"

Before I can stop them or say anything, Leila says "That's his
ding-ding!" with more than a little awe in her voice as she gives
it a squeeze .

"That doesn't look anything like Timmy's one." Deedee adds as her
eyes grow wide.

"That's because it's hard silly." Leila supplies, her face still
filled with breathless wonder. "They get hard when you touch
them." Leila's knowledge on the subject doesn't surprise me. 
She's always been a very curious little girl, and her mothers
sexually active lifestyle with different partners seems to be
readily apparent in the mind of this child. I wouldn't be shocked
to find out that this little girl has witnessed her mother in
action on multiple occasions. "I've never seen it besides when
mommy changes Timmy, it goes up when she wipes it." she says,
practically reading my mind. I look to the cerebral munchkin and
find her staring hard into my eyes. She flashes a me naughty grin
and a little wink, as she concentrates her rubbing on my glans
and fraenulum. Her eyes travel to Deidre, "But I hear her and
uncle Bobby talking about it when they think I'm not listening."
she lies. She looks me in the face and whispers, "Can we see it
uncle Shane?"

"U-u-uh," I choke, caught way off guard. "N-no. Not right now.
I've got to think about it. Little girls aren't supposed to do
those kind of things. Especially with grown-ups." I clarify. "We
could all get in LOT'S of trouble."

"We won't tell." They promise in unison. Their voices flowing in
sync, like a much practiced song. They even have the same look of
complete innocence plastered on their faces.

"I said I'll think about it." I say sternly, ending the
discussion.

They continue to play with my piece, each giving a few pokes,
squeezes, and rubs to my rod. Shortly after, their playing starts
to turns heated and Leila easily overpowers her little sister
with brute force, pushing her off me and to the ground, giving me
a good look between Deidre's legs. I can see the light strip of
flesh on either side of her mound and thighs, causing me to start
leaking pre-cum. Leila beams at Deidre as she happily claims her
place in front of me and grabs my meat. She holds it firmly in
her one hand, her other hand making its way to her young cunt as
she rubs me up and down. Seeing this young thing touch herself
makes me take a sharp breath as I'm on the brink of cumming in my
shorts.

"Alright girls." I say, pulling Deidre up off the ground, Leila
from my aching cock, and kneeling down to their level. "That's
enough." I say as I readjust my package. "There's enough of me to
go around." I pull them both close and give them a good squeeze,
once again able to enjoy their company. "I'm so happy your back.
Now run outside and play with Joey, he's been missing you guys
too.-And you both need to wash your feet before you come back
inside!" I tell them pinching their butts, making them squeal, as
they run back outside giggling.

"Sup Brother! They're not making trouble are they?" My
brother-in-law, David, asks as he walks up to the door, but
stands just outside leaning on the frame.

"Nothing I can't handle." I cough lightly at the innuendo,
somehow managing to keep a straight face. "You guys staying for
dinner?" I invite, knowing what the answer will be.

"Nah, I have a date with the old lady. Kind of an anniversary
thing, think you can watch the girls for me? We should be back
around 10." Always something when the girls come around.
Sometimes I think I'm more of a father to these to angels than
David himself.

"Now, when you say 10, do you mean tonight?-or tomorrow. I don't
mind if they sleep over, I'd just like to know in advance."

"Ha!" he guffaws. "Man, you know me too good. Yeah, most likely
till tomorrow...night." The last was a barely audible whisper.
"Where's Denny?" he adds quickly, trying to change the subject
from his underhandedness to my wifes whereabouts.

"She's in the shower getting ready to go out with her
girlfriends. Everyone's supposed to come here so they can all
jump in one car. Joey's supposed to go with Dad so I could get
some rest, but I wouldn't hurt for the company."

Joey is my son. He's the eldest of all the kids that come around
by only a few months, but definitely not the tallest, which
translates to him being the boss. Sometimes I have to remind him
that he's a kid and not the captain of the behavior police.

Davids phone begins to ring and he grabs for it like a cowboy in
a gun fight. I only half listen to him as I turn around to finish
straightening up.

"Yeah hun? He said he can. Yeah I told him 10 tomorrow.  No, I
never tell him that. Okay hun. Bye." He hangs up. "That was
Carey. She's coming in 15 minutes. Wanna burn?"

My eyes light up. "Fuck yeah I wanna burn! Plus I'm gonna need
something to stay calm all weekend."

After a good smoke session that leaves my chest aching and my
eyes watery, I make my way outside to where the children rough
and tumble in the grass like lion cubs, tackling each other.
David's parole officer pulls up and he gives his kids kisses as
he tells them to behave.  After handing me a baggie that should
last me the weekend, he gets into Carey's car and they drive
away. The three children look to me with questioning eyes.

"So, who wants to help me with dinner?