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 Title: A Post on the "1 Hour a Night" Forum
Author: The Ketch Story Guy
Summary: An hour a night with their daughter sedated becomes a
temptation for a formerly adventurous couple.
Keywords: MFg, MFgg, inc, sleep

   You know me, but I'm posting Anon.

   If you're on here, I guess I don't need to explain why we have to sedate
our daughter at 8 every night, or why we sit and watch her for the next
hour.  I'm sure this post will be deleted as soon as it goes up.  (Then
again, no one ever seems to mod this place anymore, so who knows.) I just
want to know if we're the only ones.

   For our family, it started when Sierra was 7.  She was diagnosed at 8.
They did the test and set us up with the meds.  The nightly "reset"
started. Sierra began to sleep again.  The violent shrieking psycho
disappeared, and we got our bright, grinning little soccer star back.

   I should probably mention that Sarah and I (see what I did there?) used
to be kind of into doing it at inappropriate times and places--pub
bathrooms, midnight trains, the office after work...  That all quieted down
after Sierra came along, but you never quite lose the thrill, you know?

   Needless to say, things between Sarah and I came way back from the brink
as Sierra got better.  An hour every night between 8 and 9 where at least
one of us has to be in the room watching her sleep shouldn't be a
temptation, but it is.  Sarah and I couldn't keep our hands off each other.

   Which is where the trouble started.  Most parents can't wait to have the
house to themselves for a night.  We always kind of liked that Sierra was
just in the next room.  That she might discover us.  Not actively, it was
just, suddenly whispering, "What if Sierra wanted a glass of water right
now?" into Sarah's ear as she came on my dick doggie-style, our door open a
crack.

   I think you can see where this is heading.

   It's not like we did it in Sierra's room immediately when she started
the meds.  You watch her like a hawk the first few weeks!  You watch her
long past the one hour limit, when she comes out of her little mini-coma
and starts sleeping like normal.

   We went at least two months, thank you very much.  And then it was
mostly doing it standing over behind the desk, with Sierra's head turned
away.

   It really got going last winter.  There was a span when Sarah and I were
both on rough schedules.  She had business travel.  I was doing a launch.
We could barely get one of us home for Sierra's "down" hour every night. 
It got so we hadn't had any time together for like two weeks.

   For my part, I was home alone and restless, sitting in the chair next to
Sierra's bed.  She was maybe 15 minutes into the hour.  I had a lot of work
to do, and this would be my only downtime that night as well.

   Sierra had refused a bedtime story like usual, which is weird seeing as
how much she reads on her own.  I started browsing on my Kindle.  I got
looking at pics.  I started getting in the mood.

   The notion of just pulling it out and jerking off right next to my
daughter sounded so wrong, and yet so...  safe.  She couldn't wake up.  No
one else was home.  No one would ever know.

   Like I said about old habits.

   I got up and closed the door (just for my own sanity) fired my Kindle
back up, unzipped, and, you know...  After a minute, I stood up and pulled
my trousers down, aware of how silly I would look if anyone were to somehow
apparate in and find me.

   I found a girl with long brown hair, hazel eyes and an odd little
crinkly-nosed smile.  A girl who looked a lot like Sierra.  Her heavy hair
fell in a wavy aura around her head as she lay on her back on a wharf at
sunset, touching herself.  Sierra lay beside me on her back, her own thick
hair radiating everywhere.  Sierra was then 9.  I wondered if she touched
herself yet.

   I felt my breath deepen.  The girl started to look desperate, rubbing
her bare opening and playing with her lips as I advanced through the
gallery.  The setting sun picked out the hair on her arm.  I switched the
Kindle to my other hand and ran my knuckles up and down the soft hairs on
my daughter's arm.  I liked this.

   I set the Kindle on the bed, propped against Sierra's pillow.  She slept
soundly beside it, her mouth open, a 19 year old version of her 9 year old
self on the screen straining to manipulate herself to orgasm.  I began to
fancy it was a time portal.  I imagined Sierra on some deserted lakeshore
straining to bring herself off for her daddy.  And mommy.  Yes, watch me
fuck Mommy as I drink that beautiful body of yours in, Sierra.  Come over
here.  Let Mommy and Daddy touch you.  Let us make you feel good.  Let's
all feel so good, just the three of us, no one else will ever know...

   The girl pulled on her hair.  I twisted my fingers into Sierra's hair,
stroked her cheek and her small nose.

   I was about to come, sitting in the bedside chair, turned toward my
daughter, touching her face and hair.  Her hand lay beside her shoulder at
the edge of the bed.  I angled myself downward and rubbed the tip of my
dick against it.  Her skin felt so soft.  Her palm was warm.  I was so
close.

   I picked up her hand, wrapped her fingers around the crown of my dick,
and jerked myself off with it.  Seconds later I came, spewing cum onto our
hands and wrists.  It dripped onto the bedsheet and rug.

   As you might (or might not) guess, I suddenly felt utterly, unimaginably
awful.  Why shutting the Kindle off was the first thing I did, I can't
guess, but you know how you're mind is at those times.  Sierra had a box of
tissues on her nightstand.  I grabbed a bunch and tried to contain the
damage.  I wiped my own hand and cleaned her hand thoroughly.  My cum had
dripped into the rug, but that wasn't too noticeable.  The sheet though, no
matter how many tissues I used there was still a clear damp spot.  I pulled
my trousers up, settled myself in them, and sat down again.

   Still 25 minutes to go.

   So I sat there.  And the world didn't end.  The room was warm.  All of
her things were there as before.  The picture of all three of us sat beside
the box of tissues on her nightstand, the smiles as big as ever.

   I felt...  okay.  I rubbed Sierra's shiny meandering hair with the hand
I'd come on.  The wet spot on the bed grew less and less noticeable. 
Everything seemed fine.

   I felt a little strange when I crossed paths with Sarah at 10PM.  I went
back into the office for a little while.  She was asleep and I was too
exhausted to think when I got home again at 2AM.

   I didn't have a chance to repeat my little stunt over the next couple
days.  Sarah watched her Thursday and Friday.  When the weekend hit, Sarah
and I took Sierra to her aunt's and found a day of kids running around
shouting fairly relaxing in comparison to the work week.

   We said good night at 7 and were home in time for 8.  Sierra got her
nightshirt on, poured herself a glass of water, bounced into bed and popped
her meds out of the pack.  She made a kissy face, and squirted me with
water square in the eye.  One of the cousins must have taught her that. 
Sarah started to scold her, but I broke down laughing.

   Sierra fell asleep with a smile on her face.  She was such a naughty
little angel.

   I started reaching over, pinching, tickling, getting fresh with Sarah.
She didn't go for it.  In fact, she started to get anxious, staring at
Sierra.  "She's out," I reminded her.

   It turned out that wasn't what was bothering Sarah.

   Here's basically how our conversation went:

   "Don't.  Not- please."

   "Come on..." I pinched through the back of her sweater, unhooking her
bra.

   "Sean, not here.  I don't want-"

   "Be a sport.  I haven't seen you all week." I licked her fat nipple
through the sweater.

   She jumped back.  "Sean, seriously.  I'll fuck you later.  I'll give you
a blowjob.  Just not here."

   I stopped.  Something was wrong.  My stomach dropped.  I looked over at
Sierra.  Did Sarah know?  Of course she had gone in to see Sierra Wednesday
night.  There would have been cummy tissues in the trash.  Had the rug
dried?  Was the bed still damp?  Kids drool all the time--it could have
been drool, right?  Did it smell like cum?  Crap.  What did I miss?

   "Thursday..." Sarah said.  Thursday?  What trace could have been left
Thursday?  "I...  Can we talk in the hall?"

   "No.  What's the matter with you?"

   "Thursday..."

   "Right..."

   "I-" Sarah blushed.  She sat down, assiduously not looking at Sierra
sleeping on the bed.  "I...  hadn't had any fun for a bit.  And, um... 
Well, she was down, and I had some time alone, and..."

   "So far I'm liking this story."

   "Oh Sean, stop it.  I...  I got playing with myself."

   "Still liking it."

   "...Here, in the room.  I got...  Sean, just stop looking at me.  I took
my clothes off and was having a good jolly."

   "I wish you were doing that now."

   "No, Sean.  I was sitting right there on the bed with her."

   "Bold.  Sexy."

   "And..."

   "And...?"

   "I licked her." She sat there, looking at her shoes.  Neither of us said
a word for a moment.

   "What, like on the face?"

   "No.  Sean."

   "Not-"

   "No!  Well not...  I didn't go down on her, but..."

   "But what?" I went and sat in the bedside chair, forcing Sarah to look
at Sierra and I.  "It was muggy Thursday.  What was she wearing?"

   Sarah kept her eyes low.  "Not much.  Her big tee.  Knickers." She
buried her eyes in her hand.  "The crocodile ones."

   "Where did you lick her?"

   "Sean, I don't feel good about this."

   "Where?"

   "Her...  shirt was riding up.  Her stomach.  I started there.  Then I...
kissed her face.  And her neck.  I nuzzled her under my chin, and felt her
all warm against me, and really went to town on myself."

   "Then what?"

   "I...  spread her legs apart.  God, Sean, stop getting turned on about
this, please."

   "Why?  Aren't you turned on?"

   "Yes.  But that's not good!"

   "I'll tell you a story in a minute."

   Sarah looked me in the eye, seeing some strong hint.  She started
breathing harder, her expression growing a touch frantic.  "What story?"

   "Finish first."

   "I...  straddled her, and moved down the bed.  She's just so beautiful
in her sleep!  I moved down, and pushed her legs apart.  I started licking
up...  from her knee...  up around her thigh..." She trailed off.

   "Then what?"

   "I came.  I bit her.  I didn't mean to.  Just a little nip inside her
thigh but I was so afraid she'd notice the mark Friday, or you would...  Oh
god Sean.  I got so carried away."

   "And after you came?"

   "I felt awful!  I got scared.  I'd never...  done that before.  Not with
Sierra.  I haven't goofed around with another girl since college.  Never
mind MY baby.  But that's not the point!  Crap, Sean, tell me your story."

   So I did.

   She sat hungrily listening, watching us both with her hands clamped
between her legs.  "God Sean, with her hand?"

   "I felt awful afterward."

   She nodded.  "Me too." We were both silent for a moment.  "Fuck, take
me, Sean.  I'm so turned on right now."

   I dashed over and picked her right up off the chair, ripping her sweater
off, kissing her, biting her nipples.  We got each other half naked.  In a
few moments, I had her on her knees on Sierra's rug, plowing her from
behind, clawing handfuls of her breasts.  She got her hands on the edge of
the bed steadying herself.  Pretty soon, our eyes were glued to Sierra's
peaceful sleeping form.

   "The older...  Sierra," Sarah panted, "was she pretty?"

   "Of course," I said.

   "How much time do we have left?"

   I glanced at the clock.  "20 minutes."

   "That doesn't mean...  we HAVE 20 minutes," Sarah reminded me.  "Is it
true -"you don't remember things  -"at first- when you wake up-sedated?"

   "I have no idea."

   Sarah shook her head to get her wits about her.  She started to play
with Sierra's hair.  "You're so pretty, baby.  You'll be so beautiful." She
crawled up the rug and I followed her.  "The boys will want to do this to
you.  Just like mommy.  You see what daddy's doing to mommy?" Her belly
rested against the bed.  I slammed her hips against the side, making it
shake and tap against the wall.  Sarah laid her head on Sierra's chest,
holding her, both of them swaying in rhythm to my efforts.

   I steadied myself with a hand on Sarah's shoulder and buried my other
hand in Sierra's lively hair, feeling her small head in my palm.

   "Oh god, daddy's going to make mommy cum...!  Daddy's making me cum,
baby!  Daddy's making me cum!" She squeezed her daughter hard in her arms
and shook, letting go with a long moan.  I was so wrapped up in Sierra I
didn't even slow down until I felt Sarah's hand on my hip, silently asking
me to gentle.  I eased off, giving it to her slowly, but staying deep. 
Sarah pulled at Sierra's tee shirt, balling it in her fists.  Sierra's
little white stomach appeared above sea blue knickers.  Sarah started to
kiss her belly, running her tongue in and around Sierra's small
bellybutton. "My baby...  My baby..." Sarah purred.  She pulled the tee
shirt over Sierra's head.

   I sped up involuntarily.  How hadn't I noticed?  Sierra's breasts were
hardly bumps, but there they were, just getting started.  Her nipples... 
Sarah started to rub one between her thumb and finger.  They both grew
hard. Little dark gumdrops.  She'd have her mommy's nice big nipples.

   Oh god was I turned on.

   We were now lying astride the bed, Sarah half on top of Sierra.  Our
little girl's neck and chest were flushed blotchy but she slumbered on. 
Sarah reached out with her tongue and began to play with Sierra's nipple.
She pursed her lips around it and sucked.  I knocked her mouth off, I was
so horny at the sight.  She grabbed Sierra around the chest and returned to
sucking on the nipple, harder now.

   She withdrew for a moment, punctuating her words with little licks: "Oh
baby girl...  Look at you...  Mommy loves you...  and your pretty little
nipples...  I'll bet Daddy wants...  to try one."

   I leaned into Sierra's chest, smelling sweat and the familiar scent of
her skin.  I touched her warm soft skin.  My lips closed around her nipple
as Sarah sucked on the other.  I felt the bumpy tip of it against my
tongue.

   I came into Sarah.  It hit me by surprise.  I lost Sierra's nipple,
panting.  Something in me spasmed in time.  I hadn't cum like this since I
was younger.

   Sarah moaned at the feel of my cum spurting into her, sucking harder.  I
saw her teeth flash as she bit.  Sierra jerked.

   We jumped back in shock.  Sierra failing to stir again, after a short
while our orgasms filtered back into our brains.  We rested together, on
our knees, on the floor beside the bed.

   "As soon as you fall out I'm going to drip all over the floor," warned
Sarah.  She put her hand under herself and helped my softening cock out. 
Standing, a little wobbly, she held the cum inside her.  She switched
hands. Looking at me with a wicked grin, she put the hand to her face and
licked.  I smiled.  Sarah sat on the bed, still grinning.  She touched
Sierra's mouth with her cum-damp fingers, wiping her fingers gently inside
Sierra's lips.  Did any go in?  Would Sierra taste me?  My jaw was on the
floor.  Sarah bent down and kissed Sierra on the mouth.

   Close to the hour mark, Sarah returned from the bathroom with a robe
tied on.  I'd dressed again.  Sierra rolled and resettled and smacked her
lips, but didn't fully wake until morning.

   Sarah and I slept like babies that night, but we were confused about
what had happened.  Anxiously watching a ten year old for any sign of that
something is wrong is pretty much the most surefire way to make her think
something is wrong.

   Finally, she just asked.  "Mom.  Dad.  What is the MATTER?"

   "Nothing's the matter, sweety."

   "Yes it is!  You two have been weird since we went to Paige's house."
Paige is her cousin.

   "I'm sorry, sweety..." Sarah said, casting about.  There is a time you
think you'll never lie to your kids, and that's before you have them. 
"Daddy and I were just so busy the past couple of weeks.  We feel like we
never got time with you.  We were afraid you were mad." She glanced
imperceptibly at me.  I was impressed.

   "Is THAT all?  Mom, you're so weird."

   Sarah chuckled.  "I guess so, sweety.  It's just nice to see you." She
rubbed her forehead against Sierra's.  "To get to see my babygirl." They
grinned at one another.

   "I'm glad you're not mad, Sierra.  I hate how work gets sometimes," I
said.

   "WhatEVER..." Sierra threw herself backwards onto my lap.  I made a face
down at her and the whole thing devolved into a tickle orgy (the...  normal
kind).

   We were less stressed after that.  It didn't become an every night
thing, and we didn't go that far again for quite a while, but cuddling
Sierra while we fooled around became part of our play.  It stayed that way
until late spring, when we got a scare.

   We'd driven down to Sarah's mother's house for the long weekend before
Sierra's birthday.  If anyone can get Sarah riled up it's her mother.  She
talks to Sierra like she's still six, buys her posh (ugly) outfits and
takes her out like a show pony to impress her friends at places like the
ladies club and the hair salon.

   And Sierra eats it up, that's the annoying thing.

   For a weekend at a time, we wind up posessed of this weird Peyton Place
character who looks an awful lot like our daughter, one who sits beside her
grandmother's pool in a hat, rather than spending the entire day swimming
in it.  Sarah herself has had to put up with a lifetime of backhanded
compliments and tight lipped judgements, but Sierra's transformation is
what burns me up.  Well, that and the fact she puts us up on the creakiest
pull-out sofa bed you've EVER heard...  lest anything untoward should
happen in view of her creepy china dolls.

   Saturday of that weekend, Sarah's mom was away at her Ladies Against
Sufferage meeting, or whatever it was.  Sierra was telling us about all the
WONDERFUL things grand'm'ma and she had done.  We might have given her her
meds a little before 8 that night.

   We both stripped naked hastily.

   "How much time do we have?"

   "She's only been down for five minutes."

   "No, before your mother gets home!"

   "I don't know.  Fast, fast."

   So we tried to go fast, but we aren't 20 anymore, and we were both
listening hard for the car in the driveway.  On the hill terraces, every
car creeping by sounds the same.

   "Let's play with Sierra," I said.

   "Are you crazy?"

   "Yes."

   Sarah looked at me, turned and peeled the covers off Sierra.  She lay
down beside her, kissing her gently, rubbing her chest through her night
dress.  Both of them looked beautiful together.  I got rock hard watching.

   "You're mommy's girl, aren't you?  Not grandma's.  You'll always love
mommy more.  Mommy and daddy are so good to you," she purred.  Sarah rolled
Sierra onto her back and pulled her night dress up over her head, leaving
her only in little yellow knickers.  "Mommy doesn't put you in awful
dresses and bows.  Mommy knows you're not delicate.  She lets you play
sports with the boys, and get muddy outside.  Mommy shows you everything
daddy can do.  Mommy lets you play with daddy."

   I sat down and started rubbing their legs, so long and smooth.  Sierra's
were thin, but tan and toned.  Scraped up here and there from running
around on the field.  I reached up and slid her underwear off her.

   "This was your room, wasn't it?" I said.

   "Yes," said Sarah, holding Sierra's face in her hands and kissing her
lips, "but mom changed all the decor."

   "Did you ever fuck on this bed?"

   "No.  I tried to."

   "What happened?"

   "I got caught.  Mommy'll never ground you for fucking.  But you won't
bring any mean boys home to piss off mommy.  Mommy and daddy will take care
of you.  I won't make you feel bad for your cute little pussy." She rolled
onto her back, rolling Sierra onto hers.  "I'd lay here at night..." She
started frigging her pussy, making a nice wet sound.  "...touching myself,
just like this." She reached over with her other hand and started rubbing
Sierra's pussy in time with her own.  "Just like you, Sierra.  Like you
touch yourself, don't you?" This was exciting.  Sierra's pussy was usually
sort of off limits.  Sarah closed her eyes.  "I'd lay here, and I'd think
about a nice big cock.  A nice big fat cock.  On a big strong man.  Fucking
me.  Pushing my little lips apart.  Oh so wide." She peeled Sierra's pussy
lips apart, showing me the bright pink inside.  "Going in so...  deep."

   Jaw twitching, I knelt on the bed and rammed my cock into Sarah.  She
cried out, her hand moving out of the way, grabbing at my neck with
slippery fingers.  I shook the bed, grinding into her.

   "Don't cum in my pussy, Sean," she said.  I nodded.  Sarah continued to
rub Sierra between her legs.  I slid Sierra's head over toward Sarah's.  We
all kissed.  Well, Sarah and I kissed each other and Sierra.

   Sarah and Sierra rocked under me.  I grabbed Sierra's chest and found
her nipple hard, standing out tall as her mother fingered her.  "Oh baby
you're growing up so fast," I murmered.

   I knew I couldn't take my time.  I gave it to Sarah as hard as I could.

   "Tell me when you're close.  Tell me when you're close," Sarah repeated.

   "Why?"

   "I want you to cum in her mouth."

   "What!?" I almost lost it in Sarah.

   "Cum in her mouth.  If she can eat sorbet and caviar and crÃ"me at mom's
awful places, she'll eat what mommy says.  I want to see.  Please?  Please,
I'll lick it all out.  Don't you want to feel it?  Don't you want to?"

   I started to nod, and the door closed downstairs.

   Shit!

   We rolled off.  There were footsteps on the stairs.  Sarah yanked the
night dress roughly down Sierra's little frame.  I grabbed my trousers
(belt buckle making a terrible noise!) and started to yank them on.  Sarah
rolled the covers back over Sierra.  Sarah was still naked!  I was still
almost naked.  As the heels approached the door, I spotted Sierra's little
yellow panties lying at the foot of the bed.  I stuffed them into my
pocket, still bent double as Sarah's mother opened the door.

   She froze.

   "Whoops!" Sarah said, covering herself.  "Caught us changing into our
swimsuits, mom."

   "Well- I- That HARDLY seems appropriate!" Sarah's mother stammered.

   "Oh mom, Sierra's out until the sedative wears off, you know that."

   "Yes, but when your...  tasked with watching her-"

   "Mom?  I'm naked."

   She backed out and closed the door.  "...you're tasked with watching
her," she called from the other side, "I simply can't IMAGINE how you could
be so devil-may-care!"

   It occurred to me that we didn't have our swimsuits.  Our bag was in the
living room.  Sarah motioned me to put my clothes back on.  We both dressed
quickly while the door continued to lecture us.  Sarah turned the knob when
we were done.

   "There, mom.  Better?"

   "It's not swimming in my pool that I mind, Sarah Lily-Ann..." and so
forth.  Sarah listened, rolling her eyes.

   45 minutes later, standing in the shallow end of the pool, Sara's
bravado was burned out.

   "We almost got caught!" she hissed.

   "Keep your voice down!" I whispered.

   "This is it.  This stops.  Right now.  We're done."

   "But..."

   "Sean, do you know what would happen if we WERE caught?  No really, do
you?"

   "Of...  Of course."

   "People walk up and down our road, Sean.  We forget one windowshade,
we're too noisy, we do it in a STUPID place-"

   "Shh."

   "-at a stupid time like tonight," she hissed in my ear, "and then...  I
don't even want to contemplate that, Sean."

   "I know.  I know." I held her hand under the water.  "Does it turn you
on though?"

   "Yes.  A lot.  When I'm in the mood.  Sometimes it does nothing."

   "Yeah.  Same here."

   "I feel guilty the day after.  Always.  Always a bit."

   "Yeah, I get that right after I cum.  Would you have really let me cum
in her mouth?"

   "Yeah I got carried away.  But we've just, we've got to stop.  We've
just got to stop." We stood for a while.

   Eventually, from one of the upstairs windows came: "It is called a
'swimming' pool for a reason, dears.  If you're quite finished, go to bed.
I have a busy day planned for us tomorrow."

   Sarah rolled her eyes.  "He's making violent love to me, mother!" she
called out.  I heard an old man guffaw in the next house.

   A little later I found myself in the bathroom sitting on the toilet
waiting for the shower to warm up.  Our illicit little games were over and
I felt sad.  Best to just think of this as a phase that Sierra grew out of,
I told myself.  I still hadn't cum that night.

   I started jerking myself off, thinking of Sierra.  Her lithe little
body. All the things I wanted to do to her, and couldn't.

   Then I remembered.  Her knickers were still in my jeans pocket.

   She'd wake up in the morning and they'd be missing.  I'd have to get
them back on her somehow.

   My jeans were still in the hamper.  Thank god Sarah's mom hadn't done
laundry that night.  Miss prim would never have put something in the wash
without first turning out the pockets, and then...  My stomach turned over
again as I fished the bright yellow underpants out.  We'd almost been
caught again.

   God they were small.  Barely larger than my hand.  Not just yellow--they
had little stars on them.  I reached back down with my other hand and
started jerking myself off again.

   I wrapped them around my dick, imagining they were still on her.  I
imagined rubbing the shaft of my dick up and down her pussy lips through
the leg opening in her cute little panties.

   I jerked hard.  Pretty soon I came in them.  Knees weak, I slumped back
on the toilet.  The cum pooled in the fabric.

   Oh god, I'd cum in them!  I wiped as much off as I could, but the crotch
and one side were soaked.  I set them on the doorknob so they'd dry or so I
wouldn't forget and showered quickly.

   I realized I hadn't brought any clean clothes into the bathroom with me.
I wrapped a towel around me, wadded the panties up small in my fist and
snuck out into the hallway.  The din of Sarah's mom snoring upstairs
comforted me.  Gently turning the knob, I opened Sierra's door and slipped
into the room.  The streetlight slatted across her through the venitian
blinds.  She snoozed comfortably, contorted to an angle, twitching.

   I though I could get away with this.  If she woke up I'd just have been
checking on her.  Why, she'd wonder, wasn't she wearing panties anymore? 
Would she notice?  Do girls notice that?  Trying to slide them back up
under her night shirt seemed impossible, but if they were in the bed with
her maybe she'd assume she'd slipped them off.  Her memory could be spotty
at night.  Why would they be wet?  I'd just have to chance it.  She'd never
suspect the real truth.

   Sierra slept on with the sheet pushed halfway off, her nightdress ridden
up, one knee thrown over to the side.  Kneeling down, I carefully lifted
the sheet and set her panties between her knees.

   The towel slipped off me as I carefully replaced the sheet.  At the
sound, her eyes opened sleepily.  "Goodnight, sweetheart," I said, kissing
her forehead, naked.  She mumbled something, turned and went back to sleep.
I picked up the towel and crept out of the room again.

   Two things happened Sunday morning.

   "Sierra told me a funny story in the bathroom just now," said Sarah
quietly over coffee.  "She sat down to pee, and I noticed she wasn't
wearing any knickers.  What happened to them?"

   "I snuck them back into the bed with her late last night."

   "Well, she's decided she doesn't like sleeping in them anymore, so she
takes them off when we're out of the room."

   "Does she really?"

   "No, Sean.  She woke up without them, didn't know why, and figured she
must have taken them off herself.  She really doesn't remember much on the
meds at night.  We lucked out.  Imagine if she'd walked in here with my mom
in the room and said, 'Hey, anyone know why I woke up this morning without
my Fruit-of-the-Looms on?' What do you think would have happened?  God
Sean, we've just got to stop it for good." I told her what would have
happened if her mom had done laundry while we were in the pool.

   Neither of us was in a good mood when her mom and Sierra joined us for
breakfast.  Tuesday would be Sierra's 10th birthday, and Sarah's mother had
a gaggle of activities planned for that Sunday.  We'd bought (or, added to
our plan) a cel phone that Sierra would be allowed to use under strict
conditions, but her grandmother seemed to think that wasn't enough.  She
started agitating about Sierra joining her in her beach house on the Outer
Banks for the last week in August.  She started outcompeting us.  Sierra
was getting excited.

   I blurted out, "I didn't want to give away the surprise until the party
next weekend, but I guess I have to before you start making plans.  We
booked a lake house for that week.  It's going to be a family vacation."

   No one but me saw Sarah's eyes pop open, but anyone could have seen her
mother's mouth drop.  Pretty soon, I couldn't see anything through a
flying, hugging mass of wavy brown hair shouting, "OH-MY-GOD, SO COOL DAD!
AAAAUGH!"

   I spent Monday on the phone trying to locate something that fit the
description.  Something we could afford.  One of the kids in the office fed
me a tip about an out of the way place his family had rented the year
before.  To make a long story short, after a few weeks on a dozen alternate
lists, someone cancelled a cabin and we got it for the week in question.

   Then Sarah lost her job.  I thought it would be me, that summer was such
a mess.  Sarah spent August boxing up the balance of her post-college
career and shipping it out to the Colorado office to be filed away forever
and forgotten by the new management company.  There was talk about
cancelling the trip--even Sierra suggested it gloomily--but I insisted on
the plan.

   The lake house was the smallest and least cared for of a row of single
story cottages, with one bedroom (Sarah and I slept in the living
room/dining room/kitchen), a tiny bathroom, five minutes at a time of above
freezing shower water, an unreliable refrigerator, squirrels running across
the roof, something living underneath the floor, paint older than Sierra, a
grill older than me, and stacks upon stacks of mystery novels about horse
racing.  That is to say, we fell in love immediately.  We had a dock, but
Sierra preferred the filled sand beach at the end of the point.  She'd made
a friend by the end of the first day, and asked to go "down" on the porch
watching the sun set before being carried in to bed.

   We'd been good all summer.  We hadn't really planned to go any farther
than making out on the bed beside Sierra, but it was vacation, and a
vacation after a lot of tension, and...

   Well, the whole thing ended with Sarah on her knees beside the bed,
shirt off, pumping my cock with her lips and hand as she frigged herself
down her shorts.  "Cum on my face!  Cum on my face, Sean," she panted.  "I
want you to make a mess of me." I wrapped my hands around her head and
started pushing deep into her throat.  She moaned at the loss of control. I
eased up before she started choking.  She pursed her lips around the head
of my dick and licked me inside her mouth.

   "Here it comes," I moaned, not wanting her to stop.  She opened her
mouth and watched with crossed eyes as I jerked myself two or three times
and spurted across her forehead and hair.  The second dollop landed on the
bridge of her nose.  I let the rest ooze down from the side toward her
lips. She lapped what flowed down beside her nose, rubbed some off her
eyelid and licked it off her finger.

   A hand like Sierra's reached in and touched the cum on Sarah's face. 
Sierra was sitting up, watching us through deep lidded eyes.  She brought
her hand back to her mouth and licked her fingertip experimentally.

   We scrambled to cover ourselves, frantic with half-coherent appologies.
Sierra sat drifting in and out, watching us with curiosity but no
particular concern.  Finally, she mumbled, "I have to go pee."

   She padded into the other room.  We threw clothing on as we heard her
going.  The clock said we'd gone over--it'd been an hour and twenty
minutes. Stupid, stupid stupid.  A flush, and Sierra was back.  "Sierra,
listen, mommy and daddy-"

   "Good night," she said dreamily, turning once under her comforter and
falling back to sleep.

   We'd already been up for two hours, sick with worry, when Sierra bounced
into the room for breakfast the next morning.  We'd practiced our
explanation half the night.

   But Sierra, it seemed, wanted to talk about canoes.  She went on and on,
bubbling over with ideas about going up the river and picnicing for lunch,
then coming back and hanging out with her friend.  Finally, Sarah asked,
"Honey, do you remember what happened when you woke up last night?"

   "Hmm?  No.  What happened?" She noticed our worried expressions,
shrinking a bit.

   After a moment, Sarah said, "You woke up and you didn't know where you
were.  You seemed upset.  So we talked to you for a little bit and you went
back to bed."

   "Oh.  Stupid meds."

   "The stupid meds keep you healthy, sweetie," I said.

   "But yeah, I slept okay.  Did you hear the ducks this morning?  So
cool!"

   Canoing, picnicing--that all sounded fantastic.

   That afternoon, we met Sanja.  "Oh wow.  I can't believe they, like, let
people rent a place like this.  It's so tiny!" she said, stepping inside in
her yellow sundress, raven haired and tanned.  "Is there even, like, a
BATH?" Sanja was 12.  Her parents had the "rustic" duplex on the other side
of the point; whether they owned it outright or it was a family place it I
was never quite clear.  Though a couple years older than Sierra, they were
roughly the same size.  Sanja had the slight, precise, over-prettyness of a
model's child.  She was everything Sarah's mother wished Sierra could be:
prim, straight-backed and disinterested, with a self-conscious sense of her
own attractiveness and a transparently manipulative charm.  True to form,
Sierra was absolutely hooked, following her around like a starstruck puppy.

   "This is just a phase, right?  This whole try-on-all-your-clothes, girl
crush, reason goes out the ear thing.  Right?"

   "We were going to have such a good week.  Why.  This?" Sarah asked,
punctuating her question with vicious stabs at a bag of ice.

   Down on the dock, Sanja was showing Sierra the "proper" way to dive. 
No, wrong, criticize, show.  No, wrong, criticize, show again...  Sierra
bent down, and Sanja pushed her off the dock with her foot.  Sarah started
forward but I caught her.  Sierra came up coughing and sputtering while
Sanja laughed madly.  Shivering as she climbed back onto the dock, Sierra
started to smile again, still coughing.  Sanja bent over to show Sierra the
dive again, and Sierra extended her foot.  "Yes!  Do it!" I hissed.  Sanja
caught her and started shouting.

   "Stand up for yourself, Sierra!" Sarah hissed in my ear.  Sierra, by the
look of things, began mumbling appologies at her feet.  "Fuck.  No.  She's
got you wrapped around her little pinky finger!  That tiny bitch." Sanja
bent over again.  "And you too, by the look of things."

   "What?"

   "You like that view?  She's a tiny scrap, but she's more than a touch
farther along than Sierra, isn't she?  'Oh, hello, sir!' Hands behind the
back.  Leaning forward in her little sundress to give the big boy a peak.
Was she wearing a bra yet?"

   No, she wasn't, but I didn't see nipple.  "Sarah, we can't be helicopter
parents."

   "Fine," she said, turning away.

   The girls were gone for most of the evening.  Sarah and I were starting
to get worried by the time Sierra reappeared at 7:30.

   Sound doesn't get eaten by anything in rooms that lack ceilings. 
Standing in the kitchen, I could hear Sierra talking to her mom as they
brushed their teeth a few feet away: "Mom, what can girls, like, DO
together.  Like with your friends.  I mean what's okay?"

   "What do you mean, honey?"

   "Well it's like, you can hug, and you can hang out, and I know it's okay
to kiss.  You and Aunt Petra do it all the time, like on the lips."
Petra--"aunt" Petra--was Sarah's college roommate.  "So it must be okay to
do that, right?  I mean, like, otherwise how would you practice for when
you're, you know, kssing and stuff with boys?"

   I forget what Sarah said.  Images of what Sarah and Sanja might have
been doing that afternoon ran through my head.  I had to adjust myself
before joining the girls in the bedroom for Sierra's meds.

   As her eyelids started to droop, Sarah asked, "Were you practicing
making out with Sanja tonight?" Sierra nodded slowly, and then nodded off.
"Sierra.  Sierra!" Sarah called.  Sierra's eyes swam awake again.  Sarah
grabbed her face and stuck her tongue into Sierra's small mouth.  Sierra
kissed back vaguely, struggling to breath through her nose.  Sarah released
her, licked Sierra's cheek and let her fall back onto the pillow.  Sierra
passed out again.

   "What did you do?" I whispered.

   "She doesn't remember," said Sarah.  "Nothing on either side.  The hour
was arbitrary anyway.  It's why she doesn't like us reading to her before
bed.  She bluffs.  She can't remember what we read her the night before."

   "That...  makes sense.  By the way, I looked.  I totally looked.  I
didn't see anything, but I looked."

   "I know you did.  Little rich girl wants what's mine..." Sarah rolled
over, and then rolled right off the bed.  She lay on the floor with her
hands in her hair, covering her eyes.  "Oh god, are we doing this again? 
We stopped for a good reason."

   I took her hands and pulled her back upright.  We sat on the bed next to
Sierra and watched her sleep.  Finally I leaned in and kissed Sierra,
playing with her small, impossibly soft lips.

   "We're awful parents," Sarah said.

   "If she knew, I think I'd agree," I said.

   "Yeah, but...  Yeah.  It's not quite the same thing."

   "As far as she knows we're fine."

   "If we're super careful."

   "Listen to us," I said, pulling her shirt off and nudged her toward the
window.  "Super careful." I played with her breasts, unhooking her bra, in
full view of anyone who'd happened to still be out on the lake at dusk. 
She pushed back against my erection.

   "Leave it open.  Just kill the lights," she whispered.

   I stepped over and clicked the lamp off.  It was suddenly dark in the
room, but bright outside in the post-sunset blue.  I went back to Sarah and
unzipped her pants.  She let them fall, turned around, putting her arms
around my neck, and kissed me.  Our tongues played with one another.  I
held her bare bottom.  She removed my jeans and my shirt, reached into my
shorts and began gently pumping my cock.  She bent, pulled my shorts down
and took my cock into her mouth.  She sucked me, on her knees, beneath the
still view of the lake.

   "Share," I whispered, helping her up again.  We walked back and pulled
the covers off Sierra.  Her nightdress was getting a little too small,
stretching around slim hips that hadn't been there before.  I rolled the
fabric up off her midsection, bringing her pussy with its faint whisps of
hair into view.  Sarah lifted the dress the rest of the way off her. 
Sparks jumped in the dark as Sierra's hair crackled.  Sarah kissed Sierra's
lips and smoothing her hair back down.  Sierra's chest was already more
shapely than at the beginning of the summer, each of her growing nipples
now on its own soft, gently raised breast.  Sarah began to lick her
nipples. I began to lick Sierra belly, and then her beginning pubic hair.

   "Are you licking her pussy?" Sarah whispered.

   "Not quite," I said.

   She sat up.  "Let me watch."

   I moved lower, brought my tongue to her and licked Sierra's slit.  She
twitched.  I licked it again.  Again her body jerked under my tongue.  Her
small pussy lips fell open almost immediately.  On the third lick I could
taste her juices running.  I took hold of her narrow legs, running my
tongue up and down Sierra's opening.  "Does mommy want a turn?" I
whispered.

   "No, not yet," said Sarah shakily.  I began to hear the slick sound of
Sarah rubbing herself off as she watched me and her daughter.

   Sierra's body continued to twitch.  Her hips got warmer and warmer
against my face.  Her breath deepened.

   Then, unmistakably, she jerked harder than she had before, her back
coming off the bed for an instant.  Her juices squirted against my mouth. I
grinned.  I licked her slowly, feeling her body pant under me like a
frightened rabbit.  I was so turned on I didn't know what to do.

   "Oh my god, I want to fuck her," I said.

   "Me," Sarah said.  "Me." She pushed me back onto my feet and positioned
herself at the foot of the bed.  I took her hips as she adjusted the width
of her knees and slammed into her.  Sarah cried out, and immediately
stifled herself, biting her fist.  I slammed again and again, harder.  She
pulled Sierra out from under her and muffled her mouth with Sierra's pussy,
moaning quietly into it.  Sierra began panting through her nose again, half
at an angle.  I reached down, pulling and twisting at Sierra's nipple, then
began squeezing and mashing at Sarah's breast with my other hand.  Bent
over Sarah's back, I felt my balls let go.

   "Mmm cumming," I grunted.

   Sarah lunged forward, popping off me.  I was confused for a second,
groping in the dark.  I started to cum anyway, into the cold empty air. 
Sierra's bunchy hair slid against my balls.  Barely aware of what was
happening, a felt Sarah grasp my dick and push it down into Sierra's face.
She jerked me gently as I continued to cum, dribbling onto Sierra's mouth
and nose.

   When it was all out, Sarah laid Sierra down beneath me.  I looked down.
Sarah licked Sierra's face, pushing the cum around with her tongue. 
Finally, she pushed it all into Sierra's mouth.

   I watched a drop run from her tongue into the soft space between
Sierra's lips.  "Swallow, baby.  Swallow for daddy," Sarah whispered,
stroking her throat.  Sierra swallowed, her lips pursed and parted, and she
slept on.

   Sarah kissed Sierra for a while longer.  Only when Sierra's eyelids
began to stir did we turn her the right way up again, dress her and both
kiss her good night.

   Sierra sat at the table yawning the next morning.  As the skillet
sizzled in front of me I heard her quietly ask, "Mom, did you kiss me good
night last night?"

   "Of course, sweetie."

   "Was it like..."

   Sarah cocked her head.  "Like what?" she tickled Sierra's ribs.

   Sierra smiled and squirmed.  "Nothing."

   Sarah kept tickling her, catching my eye while Sierra was busy laughing.

   Sanja came over around 10:00.

   "I want to stay over tonight," she announced.  "Can I?"

   "Have you...  asked your parents?" I said.

   "Oh, they'll be fine with it."

   "I'm afraid it'll be a little boring after 8:00."

   "Dad, can I go down late tonight?" Sierra asked.

   "Oh, that's fine.  I'll 'go down' too," said Sanja.  "I want to."

   "You...  what?"

   "Sierra explained all about her meds.  I want to try it too."

   "That's really not a good idea," said Sarah.

   "My parents said it's okay."

   I'm sure your parents say a lot of things, I thought.  "These are
prescription sedatives..." I began.

   "Why are you being so difficult?" Sanja stiffened, crossing her tanned
arms.  "I said my parents said it's okay, didn't I?  Oh, you haven't met my
parents.  You're totally invited over for lunch."

   "Dad, pleeeeease?  Mom?"

   "We'll talk to your parents about it," I said.  "You just have to
understand, your...  I mean, it's not like just going to sleep."

   "Right," said Sarah.  "You might wake up and not remember when you are.
Your memory can get gaps..."

   "You mean like I'll forget a year?"

   "No, like you'll forget bedtime."

   "Oh!  Whatever.  You had me worried for a sec."

   "Yes, but we have to stay with you and watch you for an entire hour when
you go down.  You've got to admit, that's a little weird."

   "You'll be watching me, Mr.  S?"

   "Yes, I would be..."

   "Oh that's fine." She leaned forward.  "I feel really safe around you."
Sarah raised an eyebrow.  I didn't even try to look down Sanja's neckline
this time.  The act was so ham-handed I was stifling a laugh.

   A couple hours later, "expected" for lunch, we were having a beer while
Sanja's dad fired up the grill.  I explained the situation with as many
medical scare terms as I could.  Sanja's mom was intimidatingly pretty,
something I didn't think was still possible at my age.  Sarah seemed rather
less intimidated by her, as she had nothing to say and seemed to defer the
slightest decision to her husband.  Concern didn't really seem to be in
their vocabularies.  "No, I don't mind," he said.  I explained how the meds
were proscribed for Sierra, and Sanja's reaction couldn't really be
predicted.  At worst she might stop breathing.  He shrugged, popping the
cooler open.  "Yeah, but you watch them, right?  Who's ready for another
long neck?"

   "Silvie, where's my long CK shirt?" Sanja called, presumptiously packing
a bag.  Silvie was their 20 year old Dutch "friend".  She hovered in the
other room folding laundry, not speaking or making eye contact.  Sanja and
Sierra disappeared upstairs, whispering and giggling.

   "As long as you're okay with the risks," Sarah said, "I guess we'll be
happy to have her over." nodded vaguely and sat down.

   Sanja's dad spent the rest of lunch touchy-touchy flirting with Sarah as
I struggled to get more than three words in a row out of the trophy wife.
At one point, Sarah asked to have the bathroom pointed out and they were
both gone for a few minutes.

   To show what lightweights we are now, after a few beers Sarah and I were
both a bit tipsy on the walk back.  "So did he give you his phone number,
or did he just stick his tongue down your throat in the upstairs hall?"

   "Please, Sean.  You think I can't handle an old frat boy?"

   "If you wanted to, I guess."

   "Sean, I found all three of them singular- singularl- singularly
unpleasant.  Though they are kind of facinating up close.  Oh, and he
absolutely did give me his phone number." She showed me his business card
and flicked it into the lake.  "Did you find the mom hotter than the
daughter?"

   "Yes," I admitted.

   "So you're not turning into a full-on pedo," she said, "good." We were
passing a set of cottages.  I hushed her.  "It's that au pair I was worried
about."

   "What?"

   "She couldn't take her eyes off you."

   "She couldn't?"

   "Well.  You were busy with the Princess of Lebanon.  What is the appeal?
I've got way bigger breasts, an ass, the ability to form sentences.  And
you know super hot girls just lay there limply like Sierra when you screw
them."

   "I've worked with product models.  I know how to keep talking when
you're brain can't stop saying, 'You have beautiful eyes.'"

   "That's what you said to me on our first date."

   "I think you were sucking me off at the time.  Still true."

   She took my hand.  I don't know what we're doing money wise when we get
back.  Sierra's school costs...  I've got one interview next week, and that
still wouldn't bring anything in until October if I got it."

   I said, "Can't we just be on vacation this week?  I think we need it."

   "Yeah.  We always get away with things somehow."

   "Speaking of which...  are we doing anything with Sanja tonight?"

   "I figured you wanted to."

   "That's not weird?"

   She rolled her eyes.

   "It's tempting.  You're not interested?" I asked.

   "I'm more frustrated with her than...  Whatever.  We're on vacation."

   "Let's just play it by ear."

   "All right."

   At the cottage, we started fooling around in Sierra's room in the still
afternoon heat.  I had my cock out and was ready to enter Sarah when we
heard Sanja's imperious laughter coming up the beach.  Stuffing ourselves
away and dragging our shirts back on, Sarah and I reluctantly went out to
greet them.

   Sanja dazzled Sierra all afternoon, and clearly thought she was charming
Sarah.  ("Mrs.  S, I think you look very nice for a woman your age.") She
sat beside me playing cards, her thigh sliding against mine.  I sensed she
was trying to steal a moment with me as the evening wore on.  Finally she
caught me out at the grill.  "Ooh, what are you making?" she asked, craning
in.  She wore a wide-necked puffy shirt, slightly transparent.

   "I thought we'd do rosemary chicken."

   "Oh wow, I had like the best rosemary pate chicken at this place in
Dusseldorf.  Hey, you know Silvie?  She helps us out at the house?" She
smiled like she had a delicious secret, and whispered conspiratorialy: "Dad
had sex with her.  Do you think she's pretty?" She was leaning over almost
45 degrees, with her hands held behind her back.  I couldn't help but
glance at her dark pencil eraser nipples, and her small breasts.  She
couldn't have missed it either.  "What did you think of her?"

   "She seemed very...  young."

   "I think it's fine for people of different ages to date.  And guess what
else...?"

   "Hey, Sanja!  Hey dad, what are you cooking?"

   "He was just telling me it's rosemary chicken.  Sierra, would you be a
dear and get my sweatshirt?  I'm a little cold."

   "Oh.  Okay."

   When Sierra was gone again, Sanja said, "You can tell I'm cold because
I'm poking out.  See?" She pulled her shirt tight against her, giving me a
contour view of what I'd already noticed.  "You're not going to do anything
to me while I'm asleep tonight, are you, Mr.  S?" she asked.

   "Sanja, go help Sierra find your sweatshirt, please."

   "Please?  What's with all this 'please' in your house?"

   I related Sanja's escapades to Sarah while the girls were in Sierra's
room getting ready for bed.  "You can't be serious," said Sarah as a new
round of giggling started up in there.  "Sierra obviously doesn't know. 
Little daddy's girl would get insanely jealous.  Is there anything you're
not telling me?"

   "Isn't that enough?"

   "I did some snooping.  Guess what I found in Sanja's bag?"

   "Cash?"

   She produced something which, at first, I took to be a stick of
lipstick, but all one color.  "Know what this is?"

   Comprehension dawned.  "How does it work?"

   She twisted the base.  It began humming quietly.  "There were two of
them.  I left the other one in there." We both looked at the bedroom door,
where there were occasional squacks, but otherwise things had gotten rather
quieter.  Sarah touched my leg.

   "Hey!" I jumped back at the sudden fuzzy feeling.

   "Shh!" We started wrestling for it.  I forced it against her inner
thigh. She struggled not to laugh aloud, fighting with me.  I got it out of
her hand and squished it against her breast.  Her eyes went wide.  She
struggled not to make a noise, batting it away.  I wrestled it down toward
her thighs, lifting her dress up.  She glanced at the door.  "Sean, don't!"
she whispered.  As hard as she forced her thighs together, I managed to
push it down into the gap against her panties.  She made a noise at the
back of her throat.  Opening her legs suddenly and reaching under her, she
almost managed to get ahold of it, but I was too quick for her.  Pushing
her back into the chair, my body keeping her legs from reclosing, I pressed
it against her pussy, squeezing the fabric of her knickers.  If the girls
were to open the door, the chair back would hide us from view, but just
barely.  "Sean..." she began.  "Sean!  Sean..." she scolded, as I ground it
against her, my fingers tracing the hem of a leg hole.  "Sean, come on,
no-" I pulled the panties aside and pushed the small dildo up into her. 
She doubled over, shaking, straining not to make a sound as I pulled the
front panel of her knickers back into place.  Just then the door opened.

   "Mom!  Dad!  We're ready."

   Sarah's eyes flew open.  "We're coming!" I called.  Sarah dug under her
dress.  I grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet.

   "Sean!" she whispered.

   "Okay, you've both got your pills, and your glass of water?" I said.  We
entered the room.  Sarah plopped down in the chair by the door.

   "Yes!" they echoed.

   "So what, do I just, like, swallow this?" Sanja asked.

   "That's it.  Timer starts--" I checked my watch "-now."

   They swalled their meds and laid back.  I could hear something faintly
buzzing against Sarah's chair.  The girls' eyelids began to droop and fell
shut.

   Sarah watched them darkly.  "Are they down?  Can I take it out now?" She
spread her legs and reached for her crotch.  I grabbed her hands and pushed
them up against the wall, kissing her tightly closed mouth.  "Sean!"

   "You'll take it out when I say you can.  Yeah?  Yeah?  We can stay like
this all night, and you don't get to have any fun."

   Sarah looked at me with rage, kissing me and biting my lip.

   "Which one do you want first?"

   She looked at the girls, frantic.  "Both," she whined.

   "Stand." I helped her up and pulled the dress up over her head.  She
unclipped her bra rapidly and went for her underwear.  "Not yet," I
breathed, stopping her.  I slipped my hand down to the front of her
knickers and massaged her pussy through them.  I could feel the blurry
sensation of the end of the small vibrating dildo.

   Sarah fell on her hands and knees on the bed, landing on Sanja.  Sanja
tossed her head in her sleep and was still again.  "They're both breathing,
right?" Sarah asked.

   I looked.  "Yeah."

   Sarah pulled the sheets off the bed, her eyes shut tight.  "When can I
take this out?"

   "When you shove it into Sanja's pussy," I breathed.

   She nodded jerkily.  Sanja slept in an angle-bottomed designer
nightshirt, cut like a Vietnamese dress.  I pulled my shirt off and dropped
my shorts to the floor as Sarah pushed the nightshirt up Sanja's hips to
above her bellybutton.  At twelve, Sanja's hips and pussy seemed different
than Sierra's.

   I rubbed my dick against Sarah's panty-clad ass, gazing on Sanja.  "I
want to compare," I breathed.  "Sierra's shirt now."

   Sarah moved over and pulled the big shirt entirely off our daughter. 
Sierra lay naked next to her half naked friend.  True to her pledge, she
wasn't wearing panties.  Sensing her mother's touch, knowing what was
happening on an instinctual level, her nipples grew rock hard, standing up
proudly on her conical young breasts.  Sarah settled down and began to kiss
Sierra's pussy.  The sight was so hot.  Sarah's fine brown hair pooling
across Sierra's thigh as she kissed and licked Sierra's pussy.  I had to
reward Sarah.

   I pulled her knickers down.  She moaned in expectation of relief. 
Keeping the dildo in with my thumb, I let her step out of her underwear at
the knees.  I teased at pulling the vibrator out slowly, then pushed it
back all the way into into Sarah.  I licked her drooling pussy from behind,
found her clit and started sucking directly on it.  An immediate surge of
wetness flowed around the dildo and Sarah moaned loudly into Sierra's
pussy. Sarah's hips shook against my face.  I lapped at her slit and ran my
tongue from the verge of her pubes all the way back to the hard plastic cap
of the vibrating dildo.  She moaned deeply.

   Deciding she'd had enough, I backed it out of her still visibly
convulsing pussy and withdrew the toy completely from her.  Though not very
wide around, her pussy gaped where the toy had been.  Sarah rested,
breathing hard against Sierra's thigh.  I twisted the end and turned the
vibrator off.

   Sliding up gently beside Sierra and Sarah, I ran my hand up Sierra's
smooth leg, parted her lips and began to lick.  "Mmmm...  baby girl..." I
whispered into her pussy, "You make daddy and mommy so happy.  You're so
soft and sweet."

   Sarah watched us for a moment.  Holding her hair aside she brought her
face in next to me.  Our cheeks touched.  Sarah replaced me, lovingly
licking her daughter's pussy.  She moved back, kissing the side of my face
as I went in again sucking on Sierra's pussy lips.  Sierra's thighs
twitched from time to time under me as I explored her with my tongue,
searching out secret places.  I kissed my way up past her bellybutton,
sucked on her breast, kissed my way up her flushed chest and neck, and
began to make out with Sierra's pretty mouth.

   I'd kissed her so many times, but her mouth was forbidden when she was
awake.  I took my time exploring her.  Her lips were so soft.  They felt so
thin.  Her skin, gently smooth with sweat, felt new and warm.  I kissed the
crinkly little place at the bridge of her nose, kissed her dark flushed
eyelids one by one.  She was our girl, I felt.  Forever.  No matter what.

   Her head rolled back.  Sierra opened her mouth wider, letting in a deep
breath.  Sarah, still at her pussy, had one fingertip gently inside
Sierra's opening.  Sarah brought her to a sleeping climax, tonguing at her
clitoris.  Sarah slowed to long, gentle licks, catching my eye and
grinning. "Baby girl, we're not playing with your friend," she said.

   Still naked from the waist down, Sanja lay prone as if waiting,
breathing slowly and deeply.  I stood again, wandering over to Sanja's
side. I reached under her shoulders and bundled the big letter "CK"
nightshirt the rest of the way off her.  Walking back to the foot of the
bed, rubbing Sarah's bottom, I gazed upon the two girls, so much the same
yet so different.

   Thin and a touch gawky at 10, lying flat upon the bed with her
lush,shiny hair flowing all over the pillow, Sierra was a girl becoming
beautiful.  Without her clothes off, you wouldn't have guessed that those
small breasts were there, or that that brown hair had begun to sprout
softly around her gentle, rounded mound.

   Sanja had just gained beauty, and was still stowing it away.  Straight
black hair lay in a birdsnest under her head, her knees and elbows were
still big, her hips still narrow, but everything was shaped somehow more as
it would be when she was a full grown woman.  She had no hair around her
angular mound, but stubble revealed that she was already removing it.

   Sarah began thumbing Sanja's clitois, scolding, "Now Sanja, you can't be
mean to other girls.  They're not going to want you over if you do that. 
If you say you're sorry, maybe Mr.  and Mrs.  S.  will be nice and let you
join in when we play special games with Sierra." She parodied Sanja's
proper voice, speaking higher.  "'Yes, Mrs.  S.  I'm sorry.' Are you really
sorry?  "Yes, Mrs.  S.' Okay.  Maybe we'll let you lick Sierra's pussy if
you keep being good, and Mrs.  S.  will keep on stroking your button.  'Oh
please keep going, Mrs.  S!' But you have to be punished, Sanja.  I have to
know that you feel bad.  'Oh, I do!  I'm sorry.' You're sorry you're such a
spoiled little witch?  'Yes, I'm sorry.' Because you're getting very wet.
'Oh I know!'"

   I laughed, sitting down on the edge of the bed, wondering where this was
going.

   "Sanja, this is for your own good." Sarah picked the dildo up off the
bed, twisted it all the way to the highest, angriest setting, and crammed
it into Sanja's little twat in one hard go.

   "Oh jesus!" I exclaimed.

   Sanja twitched and twisted in her sleep.  Her mouth fell open, breath
coming faster.  A mindless moan escaped her.

   "This is what you get for being mean," said Sarah.  "And for firing me
when I worked so hard.  This is exactly what you get."

   "Sarah-"

   She looked at me.  "What?!"

   I didn't know what to say.  "...Was she a virgin?"

   "I didn't feel it break, if that's what you mean.  It's not in that
deep. Hang on, though..." She probed.

   "Sarah, maybe we-"

   Sarah pushed it in until part of her finger disappeared.  "No, there's
nothing.  See?  She is tight, though."

   I stood up behind Sarah and ran a hand under her pussy to check it was
still wet.  Sarah angled her hips obediently.  I pushed my cock in.

   "Sean, that's nice..."

   As I slowly pumped Sarah, I took her place playign with the dildo in
Sanja's dripping, impossibly slick pussy.  I rubbed Sanja's clit with my
thumb.  her hips jerked under my hand.  Another moan escaping her throat.
"I think I just made her cum," I said.

   "She's cum a few times," said Sarah.  "It takes nothing."

   Leaning down over Sarah's back, I found Sierra's pussy with my other
hand.  Fresh wetness spread through her warm slit as she felt her daddy's
hand against it.  Sarah held us up on her hands and knees.  I fucked her
slowly, breathing with her, feeling the two small pussies in my hands.I
pulled the dildo out and gave Sanja a rest, rubbing her lips with my open
palm.

   "What'll they think when they wake up?" Sarah asked.  I felt her tighten
up inside.  "Crap!  How much time do we have?"

   I checked the clock.  Only 25 minutes had elapsed.  Sarah relaxed.

   Soon, Sarah began tugging Sierra and Sanja closer together.  She laid
down between them, playing with a nipple from each.  I did the same. 
Sanja's breast was the size of my palm.  Her nipple was small, but hard as
a BB.  Sierra's nipple was nice and big and hard, but her breast small. 
She really would have her mom's nice big fat biteable nipples.

   Sarah slid on top of her daughter.  "Harder, Sean," she whispered.  I
made them both move under me.  Sarah kissed Sierra's prone mouth.  Turning
back, she whispered, " Pull out." I did, not knowing why.  Sarah reached
down, grasped my dick and inserted it into the space between her pussy and
Sierra's.  "Rub," she said.

   I reached under Sierra and cupped one of her cute little butt cheeks,
angling her slit tighter against the underside of my dick.  Sarah moved her
hips to press their pussies together.  The feeling was incredible.  One
big, soft pussy and one tiny, slick little slit slipping up and down the
entire length of my shaft.  I accidentually slipped into Sarah a couple of
times, but she just pulled me back out and slipped my cock into the gap
between them again.  I thought I was going to cum right then.

   Sarah threw her leg over and rolled off.  "Honey?" I asked, as she
stepped around behind me.  I continued to slide my dick against my
daughter's warm little pussy.  Sarah pulled Sanja's leg in and slid her on
top of our daughter.  Sarah's breasts pressed into my back as she held
Sanja's hips at an angle, the girls pussies touching around my dick.  I
looked down at Sanja's little heart-shaped butt.  I was out of words.  I
just kept sliding my dick between these two slick, hot little pussies.

   "How does that feel?" Sarah whispered into my ear.  I groaned.  "See,
Sanja?  Mrs.  S.  said she'd let you play if you were nice.  She picked the
dildo up off Sanja's side of the bed, turned it on low, and ran it against
herself.  "Thank you for bringing such nice toys for our Sierra."

   "You want to try it on Sierra?" I breathed, finding my voice again.

   "It wouldn't go in," she whispered.

   "We could just rub it against her clit-" I began.

   Sarah's breath caught.  She jerked and slumped against my back, not
heavily, but it thew my concentration for a second.

   I slipped in.

   "Sarah," I said, feeling the tightest, velvetiest, warmest canal I could
possibly imagine.  "I'm...  in!"

   "What?"

   "In.  I'm in her."

   "Sanja!?" She twisted around, falling on the bed, staring wide-eyed. 
She ran a hand under me, feeling the shaft of my dick wet disappear into
the lips of Sanja's tiny box.  We looked at each other.  My hips continued
to move slowly of their own accord.  Utterly lost for what to do, Sarah
shrugged slightly.  It felt like I was watching someone else do this.  My
dick slid into and out of those foot-wide hips over and open again.  I
picked Sanja up and held her in front of me, holding her by the breasts. 
Sarah touched the vibrator to Sierra's pussy, shifting herself in to gaze
at Sanja's violated pussy.  As Sierra's body began to jerk and twitch
again, Sarah darted her tongue out and licked up my shaft to Sanja's clit.
I moaned.  Sarah became bolder, sucking on my cock and Sanja's pussy,
getting her lips into it.  I could feel her face pressing Sanja's hips back
against me.  Sanja began to quiver.  A moan started low in her throat and
ended in a high, shrieky whine.  She panted.

   "Can't...  hold it much longer," I groaned.  Just then, on the bed,
Sierra's whole body shook and writhed as the dildo in Sarah's hand buzzed
against her.  Sierra's eyes opened, confused, dreamy.

   "Your close?" Sarah asked me, watching Sierra's eyes stir.

   "Yeh," I managed.

   Sarah pulled Sanja away from me and lay her down on the bed.  "Sierra,"
she said.  Sierra's eyes fluttered open again.  "It's time." She helped
Sierra up, flopping her into a rough sitting position.  Sierra's hands
dropped to the bed in front of me, her eyes shutting again, head drooping.
I felt her breath against my dick.  I opened her jaw, parting her inviting
lips, and slipped in against the roof of my daughter's tiny mouth. 
Sierra's lips closed.  She suckled softly.  Her tongue touched me
experimentally.  Sierra's eyes kept trying to open, perhaps sensing the
strangeness of the situation, but her mouth sucked on.  Sarah squeezed my
shaft with her hand.  I came into Sierra's mouth.

   Sierra's eyes squeezed tighter and her nose and brow crinkled
uncertainly.  "That's my baby girl," I whispered, shaking as the last drops
of cum dribbled into Sierra's mouth.

   In a moment, Sarah pulled her off me.  Her head lolled back toward
sleep. "You have to share," Sarah whispered.  She guided Sierra's face down
against her friend's and made them kiss.  Cum dribbled around Sierra's lips
as her mouth tried to remember the motions of kissing.  "Good girl," Sarah
cooed.  Sanja swallowed in her sleep.  Sarah lay our daughter back on her
pillow beside Sanja.  Sierra's eyes fluttered halfway open one more time,
forehead creasing.  Sarah kissed the bridge of her nose.  The crinkles
disappeared, and Sierra slept on.

   We sat there resting for a moment on our knees.

   "We should probably get them dressed," said Sarah.

   "If we leave them like this...  will they think they were making out?" I
asked.

   "Just pull the covers back over them and leave them naked?  That's
pretty dangerous," said Sarah.  She gave me a deadly sexy look.

   The next morning, we cheerfully called the girls out to breakfast. 
There was some quiet bumping around for a while.  Eventually they emerged,
dressed slapdash, their hair everywhere.  "What were you two giggling about
in there last night?" said Sarah.

   "Giggling?" Sierra asked, drowsy and confused.  Sanja, who wasn't at all
used to the sedative, crossed the floor slowly on unsteady legs and plopped
down in a chair, gazing at us with a lost, blank expression.

   "We turned in after the hour was done, and then what, probably 1AM...?"

   "Somewhere around there," I said.

   "You two just started in to GIGGLING...  I figured it must have been
something funny."

   "I...  I don't remember," Sierra admitted, shifting in her seat.  Sanja
put her head in her hand and missed the table with her elbow twice.

   "Oh well," I said.  "Who wants flapjacks?  We've got a big day ahead of
us!"