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 A tale from krisnjamie.  This is a work of fiction, enjoy it or not but
don't get heated.  It involves themes of a sexual nature.  Some of those
themes may sit uncomfortably with you.  If in doubt don't read it.

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   The Grange Part 1

   Ann Mitchell stared out of her bedroom window at the empty road outside.
She had been here since breakfast two hours ago and showed no signs of
moving until she had to.

   Ann, at 13, was a normal girl from an abnormal family.  Her father was a
strict disciplinarian with very definite views about how young people
should behave and how his daughter, in particular, should work to get the
best possible start in life.  That meant top grades at school, high
personal and moral standards and church.  Lots and lots of church.

   Sunday was hellish for the teenage girl.  She would start out with a
9.30 Sunday school session, made all the worst by the fact that she was the
only child over 8 that attended.  After Sunday school she would join her
parents for the morning service and then help her mother prepare a
traditional lunch.  In the evening the family would either attend a further
service or would gather around the lounge whilst her father picked out
bible stories for her to read aloud.

   Monday and the new school week would be a blessed relief for Ann.

   It didn't help that in the small rural hamlet that the family lived in
Ann was the only girl of her age.  The others were all under 7.  The only
people of her age were boys.  Not only did Ann not particularly like the
idea of joining in with the boys' games but her father didn't approve of
her spending time alone with boys anyway.

   Today, apparently, there was a glimmer of hope that her lonely home
existence might be changing.

   Ann's father was a supervisor at an engineering business in a town a few
miles away.  One day last week he had come home to announce that his boss,
the owner of the business was moving into the hamlet.  More importantly, he
announced that the new family included a girl of about Ann's age and that
his boss, Mr Stevens, had specifically spoken to him about other families
in the area, asking whether or not there might be girls around who could
befriend his daughter.

   Of course, the Stevens family wouldn't be living on the small housing
estate that Ann inhabited.  Instead they would be at the big house just up
the lane.

   Many years ago when the landowner fell on hard times he had sold off a
large part of his estate for development.  Those homes, including Ann's,
formed a barrier between the big house and the main road network.

   Despite the sell off, the big house was reported to have a good deal of
land and there were rumours of swimming pools, saunas and games rooms
within the main building complex.  Rumours that had yet to be confirmed.

   It was a little before 1.00 when the first removal truck turned into the
road and then manoeuvred carefully down the lane, past Ann's house, and on
to the big house.  Ann watched carefully for any signs of a girl her age.

   The second and third truck passed by well before a large 4 x 4 and a
small silver sports car made their own majestic way down the lane.  Despite
her best efforts Ann saw no sign of a teenage girl in either vehicle.

   Slightly disconsolate Ann sat with her parents around the dining table.
Her father said Grace and bread was passed between the family members
before anything was said.  Even then, Ann knew better than to start a
conversation without being invited and so she simply tucked into the tasty
cottage pie that her mother had prepared.

   Her father cleared his throat.

   "Ann" he waited for her to acknowledge him before continuing "I told you
that Mr Stevens and his family would be moving in to the big house?"

   She nodded, still chewing on a piece of bread.

   "well" he went on "they moved in today and Mr Stevens has suggested that
you might like to spend the day with them tomorrow."

   Her eyes brightened and then clouded over again when she realised that
"tomorrow" was Sunday.

   Her father noticed the change.

   "I think" he announced grandly "that the Lord might forgive you one day
of attendance in return for you being the good Samaritan and helping our
new neighbours unpack and get to know the area."

   "Oh really!  Thanks dad." She blurted out.

   "It's not to become a habit though young lady, and I expect you to catch
up on anything you miss at Sunday school this week."

   "Yeah Ok dad.  I can do that." Ann gushed.

   The following morning Ann ate her breakfast rather quickly.  There was
no point as it turned out as her father was determined to walk her up to
the big house, or The Grange as it was to become known, and introduce you
to Mr Stevens.

   That introduction was as painful as you might expect.

   Lots of "yes sir" "thank you sir" "I hope she won't be a bother sir" as
Ann stood slightly behind her father in the hallway.

   As the door closed behind her father and his footsteps could be heard
crunching back up the gravel driveway Mr Stevens chuckled quietly.

   "C'mon Ann, I think that we can be a little less formal now.  Let's go
find the kids."

   "Kids" she thought.  More than one!

   Mr Stevens was marching down the hall towards the stairs and Ann skipped
along to keep up.

   "You won't want me crowding you during the introductions" he said to her
as he nudged her towards the stairs ahead of him.  "You'll find Stacey in
the first room on the right at the top of the stairs."

   Ann murmured a shy thanks and crept up the stairs with some trepidation.
What if the girl didn't like her?  What if she made a fool of herself? 
What if.....  what if.....  and the she reached the top stair.

   The door on the right was slightly ajar.  Music was blaring out and much
banging was going on.

   Ann knocked.

   Nothing.

   Ann knocked again and then almost jumped out of her skin as a voice
behind her said

   "She won't hear you with all that racket.  Just go in."

   Ann turned to face a boy a year or two older than herself she guessed.
He was tall with dark hair and amazingly blue eyes.

   "I'm Matt" he announced holding out his hand.

   "Ann" she replied quietly.

   "Yeah well nice to meet you.  Stacey is in there alright - just go in."

   With that Matt turned and disappeared into another room a short distance
away.

   Ann swallowed, moved forward and pushed the door open.  She looked
around the door and shouted "hello".  A head appeared from the other side
of a cupboard door.

   "Hi!  Come in" beamed Stacey "You must be Ann right?  Dad said you might
be coming round."

   Stacey was her brothers sister.  Long dark hair, almost fluorescent blue
eyes and quite tall.

   Introductions were made and then all formality was abandoned as Ann
found herself helping her new friend unpack and find homes for various bits
and pieces.

   It was the underwear that first stopped her in her tracks.

   Diving into a box marked unhelpfully "sox" Ann came up with a handful of
very flimsy thongs and a black lace bra.

   She dropped them as if they had scalded her.  "Sorry" she spluttered "it
says sox on the box."

   "Yeah well, sox, nix.  All the same really.  Top drawer over there
please." Replied Stacey nonchalantly.

   Ann move the box over to the set of drawers and with a deep breath
plunged her hand back in.

   This time she came out with yet more thongs, a coupe of bras and a
garter belt.  The garter belt held her gaze for a few seconds and Stacey
noticed.

   "You wanna try it on?" she asked as she brushed passed.

   "Me um, er, no its just, um, I never saw one before."

   "Naw well I don't wear it much either.  Got it for a fancy dress party
last year."

   "Didn't your dad freak out?" asked the still bashful Ann.

   Stacey laughed.  "Dad bought it for me on the condition that I wore it
to the party.  Worse still he then made me hoist up my skirt and show his
friends what I was wearing.  Parents eh?  Always embarrassing you."

   "My dad would kill me if he found this in my room." Muttered Ann.  "And
he'd have a heart attack if I wore this kinda thing" she said holding up a
very brief red thong.

   Stacey stopped in her tracks.  "Really" she asked "What do you prefer
then?"

   It was Ann's turn to laugh "It's not what I prefer, it's more what I'm
allowed."

   "Show me" said Stacey.

   "What?"

   "Show me what you're wearing."

   "No way!"

   "Go on" said Stacey and then, in a very girlish high pitched voice,
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours!"

   Both girls collapsed into fits but when the laughter subsided it was
clear that Stacey was perfectly serious.

   "I don't think I should" whispered Ann.

   "Ok" said her new friend "I'll go first."

   Ann didn't have time to protest before Stacey undid and wriggled out of
her jeans in a fluid, almost practised motion.

   The girl stood, lifted her t shirt over her head and tossed it aside.

   Ann stared.  She knew she was staring but somehow couldn't stop.

   Stacey wore a lacey white bra covering small mounds of potential breasts
with a matching thong.  She stood, hands on hips in her bare feet and faced
Ann.

   "See" she said "covers everything it should......  `cept when I turn
around!"

   With that the girl spun on her heels and presented Ann with a view of a
strip of material disappearing between the taut cheeks of her backside.

   Stacey spun back around to face Ann who was entirely devoid of speech.

   Just then the door opened and Matt walked in.  He dropped box on the
bed, muttered something about it having the wrong name on it, turned and
walked out.

   Ann's eyes went wide.

   "What?" asked Stacey

   "Um, er, does your brother often see you like that?"

   Stacey laughed.  It's no biggie.  Sometimes he catches me with less" and
the girl actually winked at Ann.  "C'mon girlfriend - your turn." And then
as Ann slowly shook her head "I'll lock the door so that my pervy bro can't
sneak a peek if you want."

   Moments later the door lock clicked into place and Stacey turned to
watch Ann undress.

   Any number of thoughts flitted through the young girls head.  Few of
them of any meaning.  The only one that kind of stuck was of the "what if"
kind.

   Ann kicked off her trainers.  Stopped and decided on the sweatshirt
next. Then the jeans.  A further hesitation before her t shirt uncovered
her upper torso and finally she too stood in her underwear, though she also
wore knee length socks.

   "Wow" said Stacey "you do know that we're trying to save the planet
these days?"

   Ann's face obviously gave away her lack of understanding.

   "What I mean" Stacey went on "is that you're using enough material there
to provide tents for homeless families!"

   Ann looked down at the copious and very plain white bra and the equally
copious white knickers which came up to her belly button and entirely
covered the top of each thigh.  She glanced between her own underwear and
the alternative that Stacey wore.

   "Well" she said, finally gaining some confidence in the new friendship
"I guess yours would be called "briefs"."

   All pretence at tension melted away with that comment and loud laughter
and giggles filtered down the stairs to where Mr & Mrs Stevens stood.

   "I think" Mr Stevens said to his wife "that those two will be very good
friends." And then he shouted loudly up the stairs.  "Don't forget that you
are supposed to be unpacking - lunch will be ready in 10."

   Back in the room Stacey giggled some more.  "Good, I'm starving to death
here.  C'mon, lets find you something to wear."

   "What, no Stacey, I'm fine thanks."

   "Don't be silly.  Lets get you sexed up a bit - see if Matt notices!"

   "STACEY!" squealed Ann.

   "Yeah but he is kinda gorgeous huh?"

   Ann just nodded.

   There was a brief moment of hesitation when the time came for Ann to
actually step out of her own comfortable underwear, brave being naked in
front of this girl who she had known for only an hour or so, and slip into
the almost nothing bra and panties set that Stacey held up to the light. 
It was brief however and Ann soon stood to admire the new vision in the
full length mirror attached to one of the cupboard doors.

   "Attagirl" said Stacey "Get dressed and lets get some food."

   Lunch was equally chaotic.  The large kitchen table was filled with
plates and bowls of cold meats, salads and bread and everybody simply dived
in.  There was no saying of Grace, no moments of silent thanks and no
hesitation to chatter on mouth full, half full or, very occasionally,
empty.

   Mr & Mrs Stevens would appear every so often, grab some food and move
off to finish another bit of sorting downstairs.  Most of the time the
three youngsters ate alone.

   "So" said Stacey with a gleam in her eye "Do you think that Ann looks
different Matt?"

   Ann flashed wide eyes at her but, as she expected, Stacey went on. 
"She's wearing that blue set that you like so much Matty boy - maybe she'll
give you a show later huh"

   Ann elbowed her friend into temporary silence.

   "The blue huh" replied Matt "I'd like to see that." And he gave Ann a
very exaggerated wink.

   The trio dissolved once more into laughter.

   Lunch done the girls went back to work sorting Stacey's various
belongings and Matt disappeared into his own room to do the same.

   It was almost 7.00 when Mr Stevens called up to say that it was time for
Ann to go home.

   A few minutes later and the girl was part way down the stairs when she
remembered what she was wearing and quickly retreated to change back to her
more basic and volumous underwear.

   She was just leaving the room again when Matt appeared.

   "So no fashion show today then" he hissed

   Ann just blushed.

   "I think" said Stacey to her brother later that evening "that we might
have grounds for a new experiment here"

   "Forget it Stace - I don't want any trouble here." Matt replied.

   Over the next few weeks habits formed.  Ann would rush home from school
on a Friday, deal with her homework in as short a time as possible and be
off to The Grange.  She would spend Friday evening and all day Saturday
with Stacey and then return to Sunday school and church on Sunday. 
Eventually, that developed so that more often than not she would spend
Friday night at The Grange too.

   During the longer periods she would swap her underwear for some of
Stacey's, try on many of the girls clothes and on some occasions guiltily
allow the bolder girl to apply a little make up.

   Over the weeks the house was explored.  The swimming pool was located in
a substantial extension to the min house.  It had been out of use for many
years and had undergone complete refurbishment.  In fact, the refurbishment
was so complete that it had over run and the work didn't complete until the
family had been in the house for almost two months.

   A grand opening was planned.  Mr & Mrs Mitchell were invited but
politely declined when they realised that it was to be a "pool party". 
They did eventually relent and agree that Ann could attend and even that
she could stay the night as it might "go on a bit".

   The result was a shopping trip with Mrs Mitchell for suitable swimwear.

   In almost every shop Stacey would helpfully pull out and suggest skimpy
two piece arrangements an on every occasion, as Ann rolled her eyes, Mrs
Mitchell would find a reason to dislike the colour, style, shape or price.

   Eventually a suitable dark blue one piece was found, tried and purchased
whilst Stacey made faces and wrinkled her nose behind Mrs Mitchell's back.

   It was never to be worn of course.

   The party was on a Saturday and so, for the second time in living
memory, Ann was excused church duties on the Sunday.  It was agreed that
she could, in fact, remain at The Grange on the Sunday to help clean up. 
Mr Stevens smiled at that, knowing full well that the caterers would clear
away as they went and anything else could wait until the cleaners arrived
on Monday morning.

   Saturday morning found the girls sorting through the various brief
patches of swimwear that Stacey owned.

   "Won't your parents mind me borrowing your stuff" she asked.

   Stacey sighed theatrically.  "Do you think they even know what's mine
and what's yours?" she replied.

   That settled the important choice of style and colour became the focus
of attention.

   Eventually it was down to a choice of two and neither girl would make
the final decision as another giggling fit took hold.

   Stacey jumped up and left the room returning moments later with Matt.

   Ann only realised that Matt was there when she saw him in the mirror as
she posed in one of the bikinis.

   She turned and tried to cover up at the same time.

   Stacey looked up to heaven.  "Jeez Ann" she hissed "there's gonna be
loads of peeps at the party and they're all gonna see you so why worry
about pervy here?"

   "Hey" shouted Matt "I resemble that" and the trio burst once more into
fits of giggles.

   Eventually they got back to the serious business.  Matt sat on the edge
of the bed as Ann walked up and down in front of him.

   "Turn around" commanded Stacey and Ann did as she was bid.

   "Nice arse" whistled Matt

   Ann turned red.

   "C'mon then" said Matt "Show me the other one."

   Ann didn't move and Stacey took control.  "nice try perv - wait outside
whilst she changes at least."

   Moments later, it didn't take long to exchange one miniscule suit for
another, Matt was invited back in.

   This bikini was his favourite blue colour and, if anything, was a little
briefer than the first.

   He licked his lips suggestively and Stacey threw him out immediately.

   "Right then" she said to Ann "The blue it is."

   Stacey herself chose a slightly off white bikini with sequins scattered
over the nipple and vaginal area.

   "Um Stace" whispered Ann "Don't you think that the sequins kinda draw
the eye?"

   Stacey checked the mirror "Yeah they do a bit but they're kinda
essential to the style."

   Ann knew better than to encourage her friend to be modest for the sake
of it and the decision was made.

   Guests started arriving at around 7.30 and the two girls watched the
cars pull up from Stacey's bedroom window.  They were already in their
bikinis and had robes ready to go downstairs in.  "That's a lot of people"
said Ann "No kids though."

   "Silly" said Stacey it's a normal number of peeps for one of dad's
parties and we'll probably be the only peeps under 35, `cept Matt of
course."

   "Oh.  I thought that kids might be invited to use the pool too."

   "Yeah" agreed Stacey "they might another time but this is a party to
impress.  It'll all be stuffed shirts and business talk.

   "Maybe we should just wear normal clothes too" thought Ann aloud.

   "Jeez Ann, I fully plan to test out that pool.  Dad hasn't allowed us in
it until tonight quite deliberately."

   The quizzical look on Ann's face encouraged her friend to continue.

   "Didn't you realise?  We, you me and Matt, we're the entertainment.  The
grown ups get to laugh at us playing about in the pool and stuff."

   "Stuff?" Ann asked

   "Well duh!" relied Stacey "We're also a bit of eye candy for the
wrinklies.  Dad might get a bit of ectra biz on the back of you flashing
that cute bum around."

   "STACEY!" squealed an appalled Ann "You're kidding right?"

   "Naw.  Dad doesn't actually tell me to wear this kinda stuff at his
parties but I get bigger prezzies and handouts if I do.  You know, like the
garter belt.  Flashing that for his old cronies was worth loads!"

   "that's horrible" hissed Ann

   "Rubbish.  It's just my way of helping dad keep the business going. 
Think of it like that and don't worry the old farts will look but with
their wives there they won't dare do anything else.  `cides dad will be
looking out for us too."

   It was 8.30 and the music had been blaring for quite some tie when Matt
knocked on the door and wandered into the room.

   "I reckon it's time for the floor show girls.  You ready?"

   "C'mon" said Stacey as Ann froze on the edge of the bed "It'll be fine."

   "Don't worry Ann" chimed Matt "Its all good fun really."

   A few minutes later and the trio of bath robe clad teenagers entered the
pool area.

   "Ah ha" announced Mr Stevens "I think the pool testers have finally
decided to do their work" and a chuckle rippled around the room.

   A waiter walked past and Stacey grabbed a couple of glasses, looked to
her father for approval and then handed one to Ann.

   "Back in one" she whispered in Ann's ear.

   Ann watched the girl drain the glass of champagne and did her best to
follow suit.  In fact it took her three attempts and Stacey waited
patiently for her to finish.

   The trio moved to the side of the pool and Ann was already feeling the
effects of never before tasted alcohol.

   "C'mon girls" said Matt loudly "race ya!"

   Ann felt Stacey tug at the belt of her robe and got the message, all
robes hit the floor and all three hit the water.  Ann was half way across
the pool when she realised that nobody could possibly have gotten a good
look at any of them.

   Matt won the "race" easily and hoisted himself out of the water. 
Reaching the side Ann steadied herself and watched Matt walk across to
where his father stood chatting.

   The water trickling down his back and the tight black speedo briefs
seemed to enhance his stature and she found herself staring at his back.

   "Put your tongue back in Ann - that's my bro." joked Stacey as she drew
alongside.

   Ann noticed how nobody seemed to pay the near naked boy much attention
and took heart as she too hoisted herself from the water.  Stacey quickly
joined her, motioned her to follow and she too set off to join her father.
Only then did the sequins make sense to Ann.  The bikini that Stacey wore
had gone virtually see through and she could imagine that only the
scattered sequins hid the young girls modesty.

   In fact as they made their way across the room they attracted any number
of admiring glances.  As Ann realised that she also noted a number of the
female guests with eyes firmly fixed on the dripping wet buttocks of the
boy just ahead of her.  Suddenly very conscious of the brevity of the suit
she wore she crossed her arms as she walked.  What she didn't realise was
that her actions simply boosted her small breasts to accentuate a bosom
that wasn't really there.

   "Well kids" said Mr Stevens loudly "how was the pool then?"

   Ann stood back as the two Stevens kids raved about the water and then
found herself being dragged off by Stacey for another glass of champagne.
"I don't think I should" she said as a glass was pressed into her hands.

   "Course you should" replied Stacey "It'll make the chatting more
entertaining."

   Ann didn't register the meaning until she found herself stood next to
the glowing teenage girl as a small group of men encircled them and asked
vague questions about the pool.  "was the temperature right?" "which was
the deep end?" "what filtration system was being used?"

   Stacey wrinkled her nose as if to say "don't ask me technical stuff -
I'm a girl" and then giggled as somebody made a comment about how shiny her
sequins were.

   Suddenly Ann had an opportunity to look at her friends costume from the
front and she was shocked.  There was almost nothing left to the
imagination.  Stacey Stevens was parading around all but naked for the sake
o the family business.

   The evening wore on.  At one point the girls found themselves with a
group that were a little more physical.  Stacey found an arm wrapped around
her "to keep her from catching cold" and Ann had her bottom slapped
playfully as she moved out of an older mans reach.  They were quickly
rescued by a sharp eyed Mr Stevens who moved in, changed the subject and
suggested that the girls go for another swim.

   Ann couldn't be sure whether he had rescued his daughter or encouraged
her to get her bikini wet and see through once again.  It mattered not, the
girl was soon chatting happily to another bunch of men as they ogled her
young body through sheer clothing.

   Glancing around Ann realised that Matt seemed to be getting similar
attention from any number of females guests and she tried her best to relax
into her role.

   During the evening the trio swam and were paraded any number of times.
By the end there was little pretence of conversation as some of those who
had been drinking the most heavily flirted with the girls in rather
unsubtle ways.  Stacey was asked if she would mind if one man took a sample
of her sequins.  When she politely laughed that off somebody else suggested
a spanking for her being so ungenerous and the girl was bundled across a
lap accordingly.  Her giggles immediately reached a higher volume and Ann
realised that this was a well rehearsed call for help as her father moved
in, rescued his daughter and seamlessly swept the offending guest off
towards the hall, his wife and his coat.

   By 1.30 on Sunday morning the last guest had left.  A few people cleared
away the debris around the room under the supervision of Mrs Stevens and Mr
Stevens finally sat down in a chair next to the pool and called the trio
over to him.

   Glasses were produced and filled and Ann, in the same evening as her
first taste of champagne, enjoyed her first heady taste of cognac.  The
glow was still seeping through her body when she realised that Mr Stevens
was talking to her.

   "You did a great job Ann.  Terrific company for Stacey.  You're always
welcome in our home, in fact you should consider yourself part of the
family." He handed each of them an envelope, told them to open it later and
suggested bed would be a good idea.

   Ann lay back in the pillow thinking about the events of the night.

   A stage whisper from Stacey came loud and clear "Ann Mitchell, I think
you quite enjoyed all those men staring at you."

   "I did not, it was horrible!" replied Ann.

   "Did you look in the envelope?"

   "No" said Ann "I forgot, it's around somewhere."

   "Silly girl" said Stacey as she flicked on the light between them.

   Ann quickly fumbled amongst her belongings and found the still sealed
envelope.

   "Go on then" urged Stacey "Open it."

   "Bossy boots" whispered Ann as her fingers slipped under the edge and
tore back the paper.  "God, this must be a mistake, there's £100 in here."
She hissed.

   The light switch clicked off and in the darkness Ann could hear Stacey
laughing at her.

   "Silly girl, told you we were the entertainment and good entertainers
always get paid well!  Goodnight Ann."

   "G'night Stace."

   In the space of a few weeks Ann had been converted to wearing almost non
existent underwear, drinking alcohol and parading almost naked in front of
any number of strangers.  She was still trying to figure out how Stacey had
talked her into most of it when sleep overtook her.

   End of part 1