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 {The Paganist} Minding the Girls (mf, mg)



   This story is fiction.  Agatha Christie didn't commit a chain of grisly
murders and I don't do these things.  If you can't tell the difference
between fantasy and the real world then you shouldn't read this.

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alone.  If you do read this and find yourself getting uncomfortable, that's
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   The Paganist (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk)



   Minding the Girls

   by The Paganist



   Chapter 10

   Dark Seas

   I felt sorry for Elaine, and more than a little guilty.  After 20
minutes she buckled at the knees and lost control of her legs.

   Initially I felt panic rising as I thought I'd have to call in a doctor,
and I could see some uncomfortable questions on the horizon.

   Elaine said that she was just tired.

   When I thought about her day I could understand.  Here was I feeling
pretty exhausted and she was only twelve...  And to make matters worse I'd
gone just a little overboard this morning giving her 'what she deserved'.

   I sent her up to bed -eliciting a strange look somewhere between
pleasure and panic as she misinterpreted my meaning.  Now I knew that she
was as satisfied as I could safely make her, and this gave me quite a tinge
of pleasure; she was happy.

   After Collette and I had helped her to bed, I kissed her 'goodnight'
(even though it was only mid afternoon), she turned that smile on me...  If
only someone could bottle that smile...

   She said drowsily "see you later." Then added with a sleepy giggle "have
fun you two."

   Closing the bedroom door as we left, Collette and I made our way
downstairs.

   In the kitchen we both rummaged around in the cupboards and the fridge
for a snack (if you'd seen the cupboards and fridge you'd understand). 
Collette decided that she was going to fix something and I was sent out
(she'd adopted a very forceful manner).

   Over the next half hour the sounds coming from the kitchen were like
those of some major industrial process.

   When the noises abated I took my courage in hand and re-entered.

   To my surprise the kitchen was immaculate; together with the pile of
pancakes that had appeared on the kitchen table.

   "Oh you spoiled the surprise." Collette complained.

   I slipped my arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck.  She presented
her neck for more and I willingly obliged.  There was a little shriek and a
giggle as I spoke closely into her ear "Oh no I haven't."

   I could feel her skin rippling with pleasure against the palm of my
hand. She shivered in my arms.

   As she turned to face me I could feel her small breasts and hard nipples
pressing against me.  Her hips and stomach were pressing against mine.  Her
arms came up around my neck lifting her face to mine.

   I'm sure that there must be some DNA from crows in my genes.

   With a giggle she broke away from me and said "later ...  Food first."
With a little kiss she pushed me away.

   We devoured the pancakes with hardly a word spoken.  My gaze kept
returning to those large dark brown eyes.  They seemed to grow until they
were so large that I could drown in them.  Each time she saw me looking
(every time I looked) I was rewarded with that smile; the same smile that
Elaine had but somehow this was a smile of excitement and increased
anticipation where Elaine's made me feel secure, comfortable and at peace
with the world.

   The glow that was now on Collette's face caused me a moments panic as I
realised that she might just as well have been wearing a neon sign.  A
moment later I was berating myself for letting my imagination run riot.

   After coffee (which was perfect) she took my hand and drew me into the
living room to the couch.

   The chime of the clock brought me back to earth with a jolt.  Recalling
that I should have phoned the hospital, I did the deed.  This time I
managed to get through and eventually I was speaking to Susie.

   She certainly sounded better than she had been the last time I saw her.

   There was nothing that she wanted me to fetch in to her but I
nevertheless insisted on taking the girls in for a visit.  She asked to
speak to the girls so I passed the 'phone to Collette while I tried to wake
Elaine (I didn't want to do this but I couldn't see any alternative that
wouldn't arouse suspicion).

   I heard Collette's voice talking excitedly as I climbed the stairs.

   Entering the bedroom I saw the perfect picture of Elaine complete with
smile as she slept.  Before I even reached the bed she was starting to stir
(the smile stayed put).  When I thought that she was awake enough I told
her that Susie was on the 'phone and wanted to speak to her.  She was up
and on her feet in seconds (which was pretty fast recovery I thought).

   On the way downstairs I told Elaine that we were all going to visit her
mother that evening.

   Leaving the girls to speak to mum in private I retreated to the kitchen
to fix coffee.  The girls joined me about ten minutes later.

   With Elaine seated at the table Collette served her some of the
delicious pancakes and I provided the coffee (I thought she probably needed
it).  With food out of the way we needed to make some preparations for this
evening.  I asked the girls (I was fast coming to think of them as MY
girls) what we could take in to Susie.  After a short discussion we settled
on strawberries, chocolates and some flowers.

   I suggested that we get ready as there wasn't much day left.  So we
decided that it would be quicker if we all got in the shower together. 
This was the logic of a nineteen year old almost a virgin.  Me.

   Although short of time I could not help reflecting on my fortune.  Only
a few days before I had not only been a virgin but felt that I was facing a
lifetime as such.

   Here I was with the two most desirable beautiful, loving and caring
young ladies that any man could wish for.

   As we showered there were hands everywhere exploring , soaping, and as
things got even more out of hand licking each other each other clean, the
time passed only too fast.  Reluctantly we withdrew and dried each other
(it's far more fun than drying yourself).  I promised myself that I would
continue this part of the adventure later, when there was more time.

   The pleasure of showering with those two; the normality and the ease of
each other's company made me resolve that I must find some way to continue
this beyond the next few days.  I now knew that if I had and say in the
matter, it would be for the rest of my life.

   As a concession to convention I wore a shirt and jeans with casual
shoes. The girls wore cute little dresses (and I checked to make sure that
they did wear panties this time) and the 'neon sign' glow on each ones
face.

   After purchasing the necessary bits and pieces from a local shop on
route to the hospital we arrived at the hospital car park with 15 minutes
to spare.

   "Did your mum say when she'd be coming home?" I asked

   "No I don't think she knows yet." Elaine replied.  She seemed hesitant
as if there was something she wanted to ask but didn't know how to phrase
it.

   "Uncle Mike, What's going to happen when mum comes out of hospital?"

   "I don't know yet.  Why what would you like to happen?"

   I don't know.  I don't think I could go back to things the way the were
before.  I think I'd like to stay with you."

   "Me too." Collette chipped in.

   "But what about your mother?" I asked.

   "Elaine was close to tears as she burst out "I wish we could just all
live together."

   Collette was close to tears as she hugged Elaine and added "Why cant
we?"

   "Well I suppose we've just got to find a way of talking your mum into it
then." I finished off sounding a lot more confident that I felt.

   This seemed to cheer the girls up and after a brief eye fixing they were
once again smiling and starting to get giggly again (why do girls do that
after a bit of a cry).

   Going into the hospital we found Susie in bed.  She was wearing a pink
set of shorts and top with the words "Kiss Me" embroidered across the
chest. She looked radiant and was delighted with the gifts (especially the
roses).  As I went to kiss her cheek she turned and it became a full kiss
on the lips with more than a little 'arms around the neck' as well.  For a
brief second I wondered what the girls reaction to this might be but they
didn't seem to mind.

   "I see the girls have been well looked after." This provoked a little
snigger from Collette's direction; a fact that had not gone unnoticed by
Elaine who was suppressing a giggle herself.

   "I see you've all been getting on okay." At this point I could see the
balloon going up.  With a little quick thinking I was frantically fishing
for some change for a coke that I suddenly decided that I needed very
badly.

   With girls at the ready, just waiting for some change for the machine,
Susie's last remark of "you mustn't let them grind you down." had both of
them rolling on the floor in hysterics.

   I managed to lose the girls to the drinks machine.

   As soon as they were gone Susie jumped in quick to talk.

   This was a time when I really wanted to avoid the conversation that I
knew was going to follow.  I was wrong!

   "Mike before they come back I must ask would you mind looking after them
a bit longer?"

   I held her hand as I said "Of course I wouldn't mind." Hell I was
feeling like kissing her a thousand times.  Here was a better way than even
I could have dreamt up.

   "They say that when I come home I'll have to take it easy for a long
time to give the wound time to heal.  I think they're talking about
something like six weeks."

   When you've had a really close shave (usually because you did some
stupid thing or other) there's a sort of rebound reaction that sets in when
you know you've got away with it.  This is where you learn how to make
really BIG stupid mistakes.

   "No problem at all." I said "In fact why don't you come and stay as well
then we can help look after you?"

   It was about this time that the girls arrived with a half cup of coke
(they decided that the floor was thirsty).  They were just in time to hear
Susie's "Oh no I couldn't."

   At my "Nonsense I insist." There was a brief session of that non-verbal
communication, that women seem to be so good at, between the three of them
and all spirits were higher than ever.

   "I'm not sure but I think they may let me out the day after tomorrow."

   "Great I'll get things ready."

   Mr.  Brain now arrived back from holiday and enquired what the hell I'd
been thinking about when I made that offer.

   I could see our very pleasant lifestyle going down the pan.  I took
refuge in the thought that at least it was better than the prison sentence
(but not much better).

   The rest of the visit was occupied by the girls talking excitedly about
the wonderful time they'd had at the beach and in the pool.  This was a
discussion which I followed on the edge of my seat waiting for the slip
that I thought was inevitable.  The entire time I was waiting for the words
"and we turned and saw uncle Mike..." or "so we went up to uncle Mikes
bed..." the hour seemed to last for a year.

   At the end of visiting she kissed the girls goodbye and then drew me
near and to my surprise kissed me deeper that before and said "Thanks."
Then to us all "Look after each other."

   The girls were giggling again as I lead them out and back to the car.



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