IT DOESN’T MATTER (PART 2: CHAPTER 9) On Monday morning Lynn and I set off for my Aunt Sue’s house bright and early before my aunt left for work. We had a slight problem on the way as we cycled over to her house. We had just cycled out of the gate when I turned round to say something to Lynn, who was cycling behind me, and suddenly noticed what I should have noticed before. Lynn was wearing her usual very short mini-skirt, a green one this time, and as her legs pumped up and down I suddenly noticed, instead of her usual sexy white panties, her thick mat of curly light brown pubic hair. I stopped straight away. “Look, Lynn, for goodness’ sake go and put some panties on,” I urged her. “I don’t want everyone we meet on the road seeing up your skirt like that. You might cause some accidents. We don’t want anybody killing himself through watching you instead of the road.” (“What a way to go!” I thought to myself.) “They won’t do that. I don’t mind,” protested Lynn, shrugging her shoulders. “Well, I do mind,” I argued. It was not often we did argue. “You must go and put some panties on. And bring a hat or a jersey to keep on your lap while we’re cycling. It’s not good in this country to show your panties in public either. It’s different from Denmark.” “If you don’t want being seen with me, you go in front and I will come behind where nobody can see we are with each other - together,” Lynn replied. “No, that’s silly,” I told her. “You said you’d let me teach you the ways of this country when you came, so you must do as I say. Quickly!” Lynn still argued, and I started to get angry, which upset her a bit. In the end, she dropped the bicycle to the ground and went inside. She was out again in a minute, saying nothing, but lifting the front of her skirt to show me those lacy white panties underneath, with the almost transparent frills at the crotch. I hoped nobody else was watching. She pushed her hat rather crossly down into the gap between her thighs and followed me as I cycled down the road. This delayed us a bit, and Aunt Sue was waiting for us by the driveway. We were still earlier to arrive than any of Shelley’s friends, though. Shelley was there, wearing a little dark blue mini-skirt that just covered her panties - assuming that she was wearing any. She gave us both an excited hug and kiss, and then told us, “Rebecca and Tina can’t come. Rebecca’s going out and Tina’s got diarrhoea. She did it in her panties at breakfast and she’s crying all the time because she wants to come.” I was very sorry to hear that. I had liked them both, especially that little Tina, so timid yet so loveable and in need of protection. Perhaps she had become too excited or nervous about this day. Shelley went on, “I’ve invited two more girls to take their places, though - Brenda and Sally.” “Did you tell them it’s a naturist club?” I asked. “Well, not exactly, because their mums might have heard or they might have told them,” explained Shelley. “I said it was a mini-skirt club and they must come wearing their mini-skirts.” “I don’t think that’s very fair,” Aunt Sue told Shelley. “You need to tell them beforehand what you are going to do. Many girls I’m sure would be most unhappy just to visit a friend and then find out they have to take their clothes off.” “They might be too shy to do that, especially with me here,” I put in. Shelley looked crestfallen. “Well, they won’t have to if they don’t want to,” she answered. “But before long I know they’ll want to, like all the others did on Saturday. Here comes somebody.” “All the same, I think there must be no taking off of clothes unless everybody present agrees,” said Aunt Sue firmly, as the first car came down the driveway. “Roy, will you see to that?” “Yes, I will do,” I agreed, rather annoyed with Shelley. Her thoughtlessness could spoil the day. The car stopped beside them and Laura got out. On Saturday she had been wearing a flowing skirt down to her knees, but today she was wearing about the flimsiest mini-dress I have ever seen - apart from Lynn’s, of course. It was very broad, floating out around her body, barely covered her bottom and was made of black and orange floral material so thin that I could make out some very tiny panties underneath. Her mother called to Aunt Sue through the car window. “I hope they’re all going to stay out of the public view, considering the dress Laura is wearing today!” she laughed. “She insisted that was the one she wanted.” “Yes, we’ll keep her on the property,” Aunt Sue assured her. This was clearly one of the more liberated mothers. Aunt Sue introduced Lynn and me to Laura’s mother, reminding her that we had done `such a wonderful job of entertaining the girls on Saturday’. I smiled and used my best manners, knowing how important it was that the parents thought I was a suitable person to help look after their daughters. The others started to arrive. Next was Angela, who looked up at me shyly, blushing a little as usual. She was wearing all white, a white blouse and a short white pleated tennis skirt. Again Aunt Sue introduced Lynn and me, as she did with all the parents. Then came the new girl Brenda, whom I hadn’t met before. Brenda is small and petite, with straight fair hair coming down in a ponytail behind her. She is very thin, though, rather like Tina, and I could very easily have clasped one hand round her upper arms if I had wanted. She was wearing a light violet top and a short skirt in dark purple. She looked rather quiet and shy of me. I wondered how she would feel when she found out she had joined a naturist club. Nikki came next, looking as beautiful as ever, if a little too grown up, in a white top and short tight black skirt. As soon as her mother had driven out, she raised the front of the skirt to reveal bright white panties and said, “I was going to wear red panties today but I thought the colours wouldn’t match.” I was secretly pleased - red seems a very silly colour for panties to me and it always seems to cause rude comment among boys if discovered. “Very nice, Nikki,” laughed Aunt Sue. “You know, when I was at school we all had to wear the ordinary school panties, the same colour and pattern as the uniform. But some of us used to wear our own panties underneath, and we would go into the toilets at playtime and show each other what we had on. It was mostly white in those days, but some of us wore some very frilly things.” The last to arrive was the other new girl, Sally. I immediately thought Sally looked about the untidiest girl I had ever seen, and very little has happened since really to change my mind. She was wearing a royal blue dress that hung straight down from her shoulders like a sack, without any waist. Her sandy hair was quite long and rather curly, but looked more like a bush than anything else. She had a big smile and was clearly not shy of me or anybody else. Her mother who dropped her off looked untidy as well, although very cheerful. Sally was soon giggling and squealing away with Laura, and I thought the two of them made a good pair. Or a bad pair, depending on what you mean. In between the girls arriving, I had given Shelley an idea of what we should all start off doing this morning, with strict instructions to all the girls that had been here on Saturday that naturism was not even to be mentioned for half an hour at least, and even then they were to ask me for permission before they decided on anything. They seemed rather relieved, though no doubt they would slowly change their minds, as they had last time. I repeated that I thought Shelley had been unfair to ask Brenda and Sally round without telling them it was a naturist club, although Sally did not look the sort who minded. Aunt Sue agreed, and after Sally had arrived she climbed into her car and drove off to work, leaving us alone for the morning. Sally had never been to Shelley’s house before, so she demanded to see everything in the garden. We went around the front, and Sally immediately raced for the little climbing frame, swinging upside down from the top rail and laughing loudly. “You’ve got a hole in your panties,” Laura sang out as Sally swung over the top. Through a two-inch hole in her pink frilly underwear we could see the middle of the crack in her bottom. “I know,” Sally laughed. “That’s so I can do a poo without taking my panties off!” And she burst into silly giggles. This girl, I thought, was something else. “Come on, Roy, let me tell Sally about our club,” Shelley whispered to me. “I’m sure she wouldn’t feel bad about it.” “Maybe, but Brenda might,” I whispered back. Brenda was standing at the back, looking rather out of place. They continued their tour of the front garden and Sally exclaimed, “Oh, you didn’t tell me you have a pool! I didn’t bring my costume!” Shelley began to say, “You don’t need . . .” but I gave her a hard nudge and she stopped. “But I can swim in my panties,” Sally continued happily. “I swim in my bare bum at home!” This time Shelley forgot herself and burst out, “Oh, goody, so do we! This is really a naturist club, you see, so . . .” Then she remembered, too late. I looked back quickly at Brenda, who was staring at them, looking startled. I glared at Shelley, who looked very crestfallen and guilty because she always tries to please me, and then said, “In this place everybody can just wear whatever they want when they swim - it doesn’t matter.” “I didn’t know; I didn’t bring my costume,” whispered Brenda. “That’s all right, you can borrow Shelley’s if you’re too shy to go without,” I said. “But we won’t swim just yet. We’ll finish the tour of the garden and then see what you want to do.” The tour took quite a long time because the garden is more than an acre in size and the back is an absolute jungle, apart from a small clearing outside the back door. When Shelley’s family first moved into that house several years ago, they decided it was too expensive a task to have it cleared and employ enough workers to keep it cleared, so they just allowed it to grow. The grass is long and thick, but they have never seen a snake there, so the worries they had at first have gone. There must be hundreds of trees in there, including fruit trees, some growing together to form thickets. Sometimes Shelley and I, along with my eight-year-old sister Jenny who was on camp at the time of this story, play hide-and-seek there, but it isn’t a very popular game because it’s so difficult to find anybody. I think Shelley still suspects there are wild animals living there. Hardly likely, but there are hundreds of birds. Sally especially was fascinated by this jungle and suggested hide-and-seek right away. We told her how difficult it was to find anybody, but the other visitors were also keen so we agreed to play it later. When we got round to the front again, Shelley followed my next suggestion. “Miss Beautiful Mini-Skirt competition!” she announced. We did it the same way that we had done on Saturday, with myself sitting in a deck chair as judge and using the area in front of the veranda as a stage. I took my shirt off as the first step of the day. Shelley led the way in her dark blue mini-skirt, and I was relieved to see as she bent that she was indeed wearing panties, her usual rich white woollen ones that I like so much. As on the Saturday, she came down to sit on my lap and gave me a hug and a kiss when she finished, again taking a long time over her performance. Sally, now she knew what to do, would not be stopped. She rushed on next and gave a fast and breathless performance in her blue shift, adding a handstand in the middle that collapsed and left me looking at those frilly, holey pink panties. When she finished, she leapt at me like an excited dog, jumping on my lap and giving me a tight hug round the neck and a wet kiss on my chin. Then she leaned back against my chest, and I could feel her hot little body as I held her. Laura followed, and her tiny dress proved as flimsy as it looked. Every time she stretched, it rode up and revealed large areas of white skin almost up to her belly button, as I’m sure she intended. She was no longer wearing the pink panties of Saturday but a very small pair of white briefs with purple stripes diagonally across them, just enough of it to cover her vagina and little more. Then she ran over, pushed Sally rather roughly out of the way and jumped on to my lap, giving me a hug, a kiss and a massive grin. Nikki was next, with her short, tight black skirt. Her white panties flashed nicely under that skirt when she stretched or knelt, and when she turned round it was tight enough to see the outline of her panties before she even bent over. This time she wore a shiny white pair that looked as if they were made of silk, rather than the larger pale blue ones that had started such excitement on the Saturday. Then came Angela, her white pleated skirt flapping up, especially at the back. When she knelt down with one knee up, spreading her arms wide, I could see a little red heart on the panties just where the top of her vagina would be at the front. Brenda, it seemed, was not happy about going on by herself, so she went on with Lynn. Lynn was never likely to be a good example of modelling, although I did notice she was still wearing her panties as she moved. I was wondering what Brenda wore underneath, but she did not show anything. She just walked up and down, turning around once or twice. However her violet top and purple skirt looked very attractive and swung nicely as she walked. Now the show was over I had the winners to announce. Number three I named as Nikki, number two as Angela, and finally, “Miss Beautiful Mini-skirt today is . . . Brenda!” Looking surprised and rather nervous, Brenda came out to the front to collect her imaginary prize. “That’s a lovely skirt you’re wearing; you look so pretty,” I whispered to her, and she looked me in the eyes at last and gave a trembling smile. “But she hardly did anything,” complained Shelley. “We’re not judging on what people do, but on what people wear,” I explained. “This is Brenda’s first time on parade, so give her a chance.” “What was wrong with my mini-skirt?” Laura wanted to know. “It’s supposed to be Miss Beautiful Mini-skirt, not Miss Beautiful Panties,” I grinned, remembering Laura saying exactly the same thing to Shelley on Saturday. “Yes, let’s have another Beautiful Panties competition,” suggested Shelley eagerly. “Later on,” I said, knowing that Brenda at least was not ready for it. “We were going to play with the costumes first.” I thought that this would be a good way to prepare Brenda for it, as it had the other girls on Saturday. The girls went opened the playhouse and dragged out the massive costume boxes, while I went inside for the first round of lemonade. (To be continued) IT DOESN’T MATTER (CHAPTER 10) As I was pouring the drinks in the kitchen, Laura came in through the door with a big grin on her face. “Just come to say hello,” she said, and leapt into my arms, reaching up and holding on to me round the neck. I staggered back, taken by surprise, putting the jug down with difficulty. Then I put my hands under Laura’s bottom to hold her up. “I hope you don’t mind me holding you like this,” I said. “Why?” she asked, burying her face in my shoulder. “Because your dress is so short I can feel your panties,” I explained. Not that there was much of the panties either, and my hands felt more of the side of her bottom. “That’s all right, you can feel as much as you like,” she told me. “I want you to.” I did so, rubbing my hands gently over her bottom as I held her. The panties were a little coarse, not in the same category as they had been on Saturday. “Have a look,” Laura invited me, scrambling down, turning round, lifting her skirt at the back and sticking her bottom out. They were white with purple stripes running diagonally across them, what little there was of them. At the back they seemed to disappear into her crack and I could not think they were very comfortable. I gave her a gentle spank right in the middle, feeling the crack down the middle of her bottom as I did so. “Anything else you want me to feel and see while I’m at it?” I grinned. “Yes,” she smiled, pulling her panties down at the back and revealing her bottom. I had noticed before that it did stick out a bit. “Very well,” I said, rubbing my hands gently over her soft white flesh. When I was satisfied I asked, “Anything else?” “Yes,” she said, standing up and turning to face me. Her hands went up to the buttons on the front of her dress. Then suddenly she seemed to turn shy. She turned round, said, “I’ll show you later,” and went back outside to her friends. I brought the lemonade outside to find the girls again in various stages of undress. Laura was ready for me, stark naked with the bikini in her hands, ready to put it on. Brenda, changed into a long green dress, gasped as I came out, and she placed her body in between myself and Laura so I would not be able to see her naked, but I deliberately took no notice of either of them as I held the drinks for them to take. “Remember on Saturday when Shelley spilt the lemonade down your underpants,” Laura reminded everyone with a giggle. She was now wearing the bikini. “Here’s the Superman costume, Roy,” said Nikki, wearing only her white panties. She brought it over. “Please put it on again,” she said with a giggle. One stage at a time, I thought. “I’ll do that later,” I promised. “I haven’t tried on that pirate costume yet.” They found it for me, so I stripped down to my underpants. At this stage I looked at Brenda and told her how nice she looked. She smiled with a bit of surprise and embarrassment to see me almost naked, but I knew that she would soon get over it as I showed I didn’t care. Then I put on the pirate suit. It was not very exciting, so I took it off again and found the kilt. Again the girls got me to do a Highland fling for them. “Now the Superman costume,” said Nikki firmly, handing it to me. I couldn’t very well back down now, as I was carefully training Brenda, who still had not changed out of her dress. The girls gathered round, and I suspected this would now become a regular club joke. I took off my underpants and, with a grin on my face, tried again to put on the bottom part. There were squeals of laughter as it got stuck again at the top of my legs and I could not get it over my penis. “Let us help you,” decided Laura. “Come on, girls.” She reached out, put her thumb under the tight elastic of the bottoms and pulled. Some of the other girls gathered round to help. Laura put her other hand in to help as well, pushing it against my penis as she did so. All the girls pulled upwards, but could not shift it, until the elastic suddenly broke and the girls fell back with shrieks of glee. I could now pull them up more, just enough to cover my penis, and they were tight enough not to fall down. I glanced at Brenda and saw her watching with a stunned look on her face. As I put the top on, I saw her unbutton her dress and slip it off down her body, showing me for the first time her flimsy pale yellow panties. After some more dressing up, Angela called for another Miss Beautiful Costume competition, which we had, and was won by Laura in an elegant evening gown. Then the call went up for Miss Beautiful Panties. I still wasn’t sure about Brenda but couldn’t hold the girls off any longer. I was ready to insist that Brenda stay out of it if she didn’t want to take part. I had by now replaced the Superman costume with my own underpants, as they were more comfortable. I was surprised to find myself enjoying more and more the interested glances and admiration the girls threw at my penis whenever I changed. As mine was the only one present, it made me feel special. I told Shelley at the start that she could not be Miss Beautiful Panties again, as she was wearing the same sort of panties as she had done on the Saturday, but she would still be allowed to do her act. Brenda was quite happy now to join in with her little pale yellow panties pulled up high over her skinny tummy. I glanced at her flat bony little chest with all the ribs showing. Rebecca was unable to come and Laura’s panties were not very good quality, so there would be some completely new winners this time. I gave it some thought. Eventually I awarded it to Nikki, followed by Angela and then Sally, saying that apart from the hole she had a very admirable pair. Again I explained that I was not counting Lynn, although she had remembered to bring with her some very fine panties! “Excellent,” agreed Laura, reaching out, grabbing hold of the hole in Sally’s panties and pulling downwards. Sally’s little white bottom flashed into view, and she squealed, turned round and tried to pull Laura’s down. But Laura was already pulling them off herself, and again my heart skipped a beat as I caught my first sight of the day of that long slim vagina. Laura laughed loudly and danced away, waving her panties above her head. “That’s cheating!” shouted Sally, standing there with her bottom still exposed. A moment later Nikki had pulled the panties down further, and she then had to grab Sally’s arms as Sally tried to return the compliment. By now Sally’s panties were down by her knees but her back was to me. “Get Sally, everybody!” shouted Laura, jumping on her friend and pulling the panties to her ankles. Sally whirled round, and I had my first view of her soft white vagina. She was taking it in very good spirit, so I had not stopped the other girls, but Brenda was another matter. Lynn put an arm protectively around her, but Sally shouted, “Get Brenda now!” Brenda whimpered and clung to Lynn. I quickly stepped forward and shouted, “No, stop!” The girls took notice at once, so I put my hand on Brenda’s shoulder and just said, “This sort of game is only for those who want to play it, and Brenda doesn’t, so you must leave her.” “Nikki, then!” shouted Laura, pulling at Nikki’s white panties. Screaming and laughing, Nikki was lifted off the ground and her panties removed while she struggled and kicked. Angela did not wait for her turn, but removed hers of her own accord. All naked now, they turned and ran for the pool. “Do you want to swim, Brenda?” asked Lynn. “Yes, but not . . . not naked,” whispered Brenda. “And if I use my panties someone may pull them off.” “Not while I’m there,” I promised her, but Lynn was already saying, “Why don’t you change into that bikini from the costumes? That should be safe.” Brenda nodded, but shot a glance at me, so I took off my underpants and followed the girls to the pool, careful not to look back. It was essential to win her trust. When I reached the pool, I quietly warned the girls to leave Brenda alone when she came. A few minutes later Brenda, wearing the bikini, and Lynn, wearing her smile and her skin, came over to the pool. Brenda had perhaps been coached by Lynn, because she stood at the side of the pool and shouted, “Look at me!” Some of them stopped and turned, and Brenda, smiling, called out, “I’m wearing the costume from the box.” Lynn had been right. The girls had accepted it and some of them wondered why they hadn’t thought of that. As Brenda slid into the pool, Angela said, “I wish we could have a Miss Beautiful Bikini competition.” “Ooh, I think we can!” suddenly exclaimed Shelley. “Roy!” She swam over to me and whispered in my ear. I nodded and replied, “Well, we’ll see after the swim.” After the swim we all went to lie in the early morning sun, which was still not too hot. I lay on my back with my limp penis between my legs and gazed at the feminine beauty around me. Truly little naked girls are the most beautiful sight in the world, if only they all realised that. Laura and Sally were wrestling and giggling together, and it was a feast for the eyes to watch their legs waving up and down, sometimes spread and sometimes straight. Angela lay next to me, and I admired the soft smooth curve all the way down from her tummy and the gentle folds of skin between her legs. Nikki was idly tickling her vagina with a stalk of grass, and giggling to herself and wriggling in a very exciting manner. Then Shelley came over and sat down between my legs, holding on to them and laying her head back on my tummy. I could feel my penis against her back, and hoped it was going to stay still. Angela also moved closer at that, resting her head on my chest. I looked around for Lynn and Brenda. They were sitting together behind me, to the left, talking quietly. Lynn had her left leg on the ground and her right knee up, showing a wonderful expanse in between. Then I suddenly noticed that Brenda had taken the bikini off and was now as naked as the rest of us. She was still rather uncomfortable with it, though, as she was sitting hunched up with her knees tightly drawn up and her chin on the top of them, but at the bottom by her heels I could just make out the lovely little pink bulge and the tail end of her vagina. She was lovely! As I gazed on her, my heart felt very warm and protective towards her. She was now one of mine! After a few minutes Sally suddenly stood up and announced, “We’re now going to play hide-and-seek! Blocks!” “Blocks!” we all shouted. According to local rules at the English school, the last person to shout `Blocks’ is the one who has to catch or do whatever else nobody else really wants to do. Every time our family has a meal with Shelley’s family, even if it is a barbecue, Shelley always shouts at the end of the meal, “Blocks clearing the table!” Unfortunately for her, her family doesn’t play by English school rules and she usually has to lend a hand anyway. Lynn was only vaguely aware of this `rule’, and so she was later than everyone else to call out “Blocks!” “Lynn, you’re It!” Sally told her. “You have to find us all. You have ten minutes on my watch to find us, and your score is the number of people you catch in that time. Girls, when you’re caught, come back to the pool. We’ll take it in turns to catch.” “Brenda, do you want to come with me?” asked Lynn kindly. When Brenda, still cuddling her knees tightly, nodded, Lynn said in her stilted English, “Brenda and I will catch together. We will stay with each other so that it is fair.” All were agreed, so we put on our shoes as the ground would be rough at the back, but no other clothing. Lynn and Brenda turned towards a tree and began to count clearly, while the rest of us all took off down the side of the house for the massive back garden. Having played with Shelley at times, I knew the best places to hide and headed for my first place, plunging into the long grass. Then, when I turned round, I saw all the girls following me. “Come on, spread out,” I whispered to them. “There’s plenty of room here.” “I want to come with you,” Shelley whispered back. “So do I.” “And me,” came several voices. I laughed at them, and said, “Look, you can’t all come. That would spoil the game.” “We’ll take it in turns, then,” decided Nikki. “I bag first turn!” “No, I’m first,” argued Shelley, holding me tightly round the waist as though I were her own private property. An argument began, and I had to break in and say, “Well, we’ll have to find some way to work this out. But Lynn and Brenda will be coming soon, so we haven’t time now.” They were just beginning to come up with ideas when we heard dimly Lynn’s voice from the front garden: “Coming, ready or not!” “We’ll have to go back and start again while we sort this out,” I said. We plunged back through the grass just in time to see Lynn and Brenda coming round the corner of the house. Brenda, still shy, had put on her bikini bottom again. I explained the situation to Lynn, and then Shelley explained to me how they were going to decide who came with me first. “We’ve all chosen a number between one and five,” she said. “Now you choose one of those numbers and the person whose number it is goes with you.” “I’ll take number five, then,” I decided. “Ooh, that’s me!” smiled Angela quietly, blushing as usual. “I’m first!” “Lucky thing,” said Laura enviously. “You’ll all get your turn,” I grinned. “And Angela, you’re It when Lynn and Brenda have found everybody,” said Shelley. Again we set off while Lynn and Brenda counted. This time all the girls spread out, looking for good hiding places, while Angela followed close behind me as I knew where we were going for our first place. It would be a tight fit, but we would be well hidden. (To be continued) IT DOESN’T MATTER (CHAPTER 11) I ploughed through the long grass towards the very back of the garden, with Angela following me. I knew there was quite a large hole under a pile of logs in the far corner, and I was sure Lynn and Brenda would not be able to find us there. It was not very easy scrambling through the jungle without the protection of clothes. I scraped my testicles climbing over a low branch, but gritted my teeth against the pain rather than let Angela know. We had to hurry, not knowing exactly how long it would be before the search began. Over to our right I could hear the low voices of the other girls as they looked for places to hide, with one or two of them spying on us to see where we were going. At last we arrived at the pile of logs in a small clearing. I bent down and showed Angela the small hole by the closest log. “In here,” I whispered. Angela looked at it with her gentle blue eyes, and then at me. “It’s not very big,” she whispered back. “It’s bigger inside,” I said, scrambling down through the gap. It was about a metre wide and a metre high. I sat at one side, knees under my chin and waited for Angela to scramble down. There was not too much room for her, and she put first her right leg and then her left inside. Then she squatted, stretching her right leg across as she moved in. I held my breath as I feasted my eyes on her beautiful little vagina, only half a metre in front of me. She put her head inside, opposite me, and sat down with a slight bump, knees up and legs apart. I could see that lovely little slit from top to bottom. It’s strange how girls can go so quickly from modesty or shyness to complete trust. I looked lovingly at Angela sitting opposite me, only a few inches away. Two days earlier she would never have shared her nakedness with me, yet now she seemed quite unaware of it. “I feel squashed,” she whispered. “It’ll be all right,” I whispered back, moving my legs over hers. We were sitting now with faces only about twenty centimetres apart, and my penis almost touching her vagina. I smiled at her. She liked to pretend to be so composed, but she was really a very emotional girl - or was it just that she was in love with me? I took my elbows off my knees and gently cupped her face in my hands, kissing her gently. She blushed furiously I could see even in the dim light of the hole, but smiled at me very shyly but very lovingly. In the distance I thought I could hear Lynn’s call. I pulled her a little closer. She put her arms round my neck and placed her cheek against mine. I could now feel my penis throbbing just under her bottom. I held her sweet little body close to mine, skin against skin, and it was lovely. “You know something, Angela?” I whispered. “I love you.” Angela stirred against me and I wondered what she was feeling. This time I could feel her cheek hotly against mine. Then she replied in a trembling voice, “I love you too.” “You are so pretty,” I went on. “And such a lovely person. You know, whenever you want me, I’ll be there for you.” I told her where my house was, and kept on whispering sweet nothings into her ear. She cuddled me tightly and responded to my kisses. I could feel her smooth skin pressed against my cheek, my arms, my chest, my stomach and my bulging penis. But I would never abuse this sweet, innocent girl. Then I heard could hear a rustling in the jungle just above us and heard the murmur of voices. Lynn and Brenda were coming our way. I whispered to Angela to stay quiet, and we waited. They headed for the log pile and walked round it in case anyone was behind it. I could see Brenda standing almost above us, wearing only a tiny bikini bottom. If she had looked down I’m sure she would have seen us, but she was looking round her instead. They saw nothing and soon moved off. We waited, and then we heard a yell of triumph from perhaps thirty metres away. It was Sally. “That’s ten minutes and nobody found me! All right, everybody, you can come out now!” Smiling, we emerged from our hole, and immediately saw we were quite dirty from the slightly damp soil. We made our way back to the pool, stopping to wash ourselves on the way. Angela crouched down by a tap and I washed her back, bottom and legs as well as I could, and she did the same to me. That was why we were last back at the pool, to see that Lynn and Brenda had only been able to find Laura. The girls were waiting impatiently for me to choose another number. “Angela, you’re chasing now,” Shelley told her. “Roy, will you come with me?” asked Angela, looking pleadingly into my eyes. “No, those are the rules,” decided Shelley. “Roy must now choose a number for someone else to hide with him. Any number except five.” “All right - number one,” I said. “Yes!” screamed Laura, waving her arms triumphantly in the air and grinning goofily. “That’s me!” As Angela counted, I led the way to my next hiding place, with Laura keeping very close behind me. This one was a thicket. There were several bushes all very close together, growing so thickly that it was impossible to see into them. But once somebody plunged inside, there was an open place about two metres wide with plenty of room to hide. I led the way, plunging through the thick leaves and twigs into the open space. There was a small pool of sunlight, and I sat down in it on a thick pile of dead leaves. Laura looked delighted as she flopped full length next to me and then rolled over on her side, propping herself up on one elbow. “This is like a little house,” she whispered. The bushes around grew so thickly that it was impossible to see more than a few spots of light the other side. Nobody who didn’t know it existed could think of finding anybody there. I lay back, and Laura turned and laid her head back on my chest. I’m sure she must have heard my heart pounding as I gazed down the length of her body. I could see down her slim neck to those two little mounds on her chest with clear nipples on top. Then down her pale white stomach to her loins, down to her groin, but from my position not quite far enough to see any further. I gave her shoulder a gentle rub with my hand. After a moment she sat up and looked at me challengingly. “Close your eyes,” she instructed. I did so. She took my hand and moved it, putting it down on a small soft lump. “Feel it,” she ordered. I felt her little breast gently with my fingers. Firm on top, but wobbly as I stroked it. Not knowing how much it would hurt, I rubbed and felt very carefully. Then she moved my hand over to the other one. “What are these things?” I asked, still with my eyes shut and pretending not to know. “Haven’t you ever felt a boob before?” came Laura’s voice, pretending to scold. “I’m not surprised, because Shelley hasn’t got any. All right, you can open your eyes.” Gently I pulled her under the shoulders to move her up and across my chest, with her fair hair resting under my chin. Then I put my arms round her, one hand on each breast, and stroked gently. It felt so good, and I suspected she was watching to see what effect this had on my penis. All was quiet around us. After a while Laura told me a second time, “Close your eyes.” Then she took my right hand and moved it again, pulling it almost to the full length of my arm. Then she put it down again, placing it carefully. I could feel something warm and soft and slightly damp that went down in the middle and ended between two long soft poles. I ran my finger very lightly up and down the middle, and Laura giggled and jerked her body suddenly. “That tickles,” she giggled. “What is it?” I asked her. Laura put her head back and I could feel her warm breath in my ear. “It’s a very special reward,” she breathed, so quietly I could hardly hear her and very unlike her usual strident tone. “Stroke the little pussy!” I opened my eyes and stared at her, pretending to be horrified. “Laura!” I breathed in a shocked tone. “I can’t believe it!” Laura began to give a squeal of laughter and then strangled it quickly. “It’s all yours today,” she whispered, putting an arm round my neck and pulling her body further up so that her vagina was more easily within my reach. “Tickle me again.” I did, rubbing those little folds of skin very lightly with my fingers, each time causing her body to jerk and her mouth to splutter as she choked back her giggles. “When you’ve finished it’s my turn,” she whispered to me. I did not really want to let this precocious girl loose on my penis, so I hoped I could stretch out `my turn’ as long as possible. As I moved my fingers slowly lower, caressing gently, the wriggles and giggles increased. She lay back with her legs open and her little breasts about six inches from my face, kicking and giving little moans as my fingers explored the bottom-most part between her legs. Then I seemed to find a particularly sensitive part, as she gave a sudden sharp jerk backwards and a muffled shriek. At that moment I heard a voice a few metres away from us, on the other side of the bushes. “Who’s that?” called Angela. “There’s somebody in there.” Laura clamped her hand over her mouth and stared at me in horror, eyes filled with guilt. Then slowly she seemed to realise that she had only been heard and Angela could not have known what we were doing. But we froze, hoping Angela would not know where the sound had come from. We heard a rustling of leaves and saw some twigs move. After a few seconds Angela broke through and stared at us. “I’ve caught you!” she exclaimed in glee. Then she looked around and said, “This is just like a little cave!” Caught, we followed her out and then made our way back towards the pool, with Laura looking very disappointed. I had mixed feelings, wondering just how far Laura would have gone had she not given the game away. I felt a rich warmth in my loins from the memory of what we had done together, but was in a way relieved that she had not been able to ravish my private parts. We found Nikki there already, caught by Angela. We had a quick dip in the pool before we heard Sally’s triumphant cry announcing that ten minutes were up and she still hadn’t been caught. All the girls returned, but were thirsty, so we had another drink. Then I chose number four. “Me, me, me!” squealed Nikki, bouncing up and down like a two-year-old, then wrapping her arms found my waist and putting her curly head against my chest. We made for the back while Laura counted, Nikki still holding on to my hand. This time we made for a tree. There were several mulberry trees only about twenty metres from the back door but the leaves, used to feed Shelley’s silkworms, were so thick that it was impossible to see up into the branches. The ground was thick with fallen mulberries and our feet were immediately stained purple. I put my hand against the trunk of one a little further in. “Let’s go up here,” I whispered. “Can you climb it?” “I may need help,” she said, looking at it. “Tell me what you want me to do,” I whispered, not wanting to touch a naked body without permission. “Lift me up,” she said. I knelt down, put my arms round her thighs and my shoulder under her bottom, and gently lifted her up so she could stand in the fork of the tree. I soon realised I had chosen the wrong girl to hide with in a tree. Nikki is such a little beauty that I think her parents had brought her up to be very ladylike, and she seemed to have no idea at all about climbing trees. She stood in the fork looking helpless until I told her where to put her foot next. She was still struggling when we heard Laura call and we were still not hidden. “Quickly,” I hissed, putting a hand under her bottom and hoisting her up to a strong branch. She struggled clumsily to find something to hold on to. “Hold the trunk,” I hissed, clambering up after her. I pulled myself quickly on to the next branch, about a metre above her head, and squatted. My left arm was wrapped around the trunk and my penis dangled between my legs. I reached a hand down. “Grab my hand,” I told her. When she put a hand up, I reached down full length, grabbed her firmly around the wrist and then stood up, hauling her bodily up to the branch with me. She squealed quietly and looked at me in wonder with those big beautiful hazel eyes. “Gee, you’re strong!” she said in awe, sitting next to me on the branch, her leg against mine. We still weren’t quite out of sight so I whispered, “Next branch. Stand up.” I had chosen the wrong tree as well as the wrong girl. This one did not have enough branches close to the ground. Nikki immediately put one mulberry-stained foot on the next branch while I held her, stretching her leg high to reach it. At that moment I could see between the branches Laura making her way quietly through the trees, on a course that would take her close to us. “Still,” I whispered, and Nikki froze while I held her tightly. I watched as Laura crept stealthily almost underneath us, looking this way and that but never thinking to look upwards. I turned back to Nikki, and suddenly realised what I could see. There, a few inches away from my eyes, was the most perfect little vagina you could imagine, stretched slightly open to reveal a darker pink and little folds of flesh and membrane inside. I gazed enraptured, a warm smile taking over my face. She was indeed a little beauty in every way. Only with great difficulty did I stop myself from kissing her there. She was looking down at me with a white face, though. We were more than three metres above the ground and she was frightened, unused to it. “Just one more branch,” I whispered. “I’ll hold you.” “Please help me up,” she whimpered. “Shall I push you here?” I asked, indicating the place under her crotch but not wanting to touch without permission. I couldn’t in fact see any other way to hoist her up from below. “Yes,” she whispered, so I put one hand underneath, trying to avoid putting pressure on her vagina, and pushed gently, steadying her with my other hand. She scrambled up rather clumsily, sitting on the branch and holding to the trunk for dear life. Keeping a hand on her still, I lifted myself up next to her. I saw little tears welling over her eyelids and rolling down her pretty face. “What’s the matter, darling?” I whispered, using a pet name without even thinking about it and putting an arm tightly around her. “You hurt me,” she whispered. With my arm round her, she let go of the trunk with one hand and clutched her hurting vagina, doubling up a little. “I’m sorry, I would never ever want to do that,” I whispered, full of tenderness, kissing her gently on the cheek. She didn’t respond, but I held her closely, pressing my cheek against hers. About a minute later, as the pain wore off, she looked at me and smiled, her big eyes still damp. I reached up a finger and gently dabbed away a teardrop from her eye. “I like you,” she whispered. “You’re kind.” “I love you,” I whispered back. “You’re sweet.” “I love you too,” she responded, laying her golden head on my shoulder. I laid a hand gently round the back of her head and kissed her again. Again my heart and my loins warmed with the pleasure of this moment. A few minutes later we heard a wail of frustration from Sally, caught for the first time, and a yell of triumph from Laura. It was not long afterwards that we heard Sally, from the direction of the pool this time, call for time up. I climbed down the tree first, bit by bit, and helped Nikki down from each branch. So often I reached up for her, finding her legs open before me and her arms round my neck as I helped her down. At the bottom she reached up to put her arms round my neck and we had another good hug, the warm skin of our chests pressing against each other. “There you are,” I whispered, smiling into her blue eyes. “Didn’t I tell you that you were always safe with me?” (To be continued) IT DOESN’T MATTER (CHAPTER 12) We were the last to arrive back at the pool, due to the time taken climbing down the tree. Angela and Lynn had been caught as well as Sally, and I chose number three. Sally gave a squeal and Shelley a groan, and I took Sally with some misgivings. My three best hiding places had been used, but the others didn’t know that - or some of them didn’t, anyway. “Take me where you took Laura,” demanded Sally, holding my hand and looking up at me with her wide, baby-blue eyes, her untidy hair spread all over a dirty but attractive face. I thought to myself that this girl may be a bit of a terror, but at least everything about her was straight-forward and honest. “We can’t go in the same place again; we’ll be found,” I protested. “Yes, we can - no, we won’t,” pouted Sally firmly. She swung behind me and grabbed me by the shoulders. “Piggy-back! Up!” She leapt up and threw her arms round my neck, while I grabbed her round her legs. “Gee up, horsey!” she cried, giving me a smacking kiss by my ear. I carried her all the way to the little thicket and crouched to go inside with her on my back. She squealed and ducked her head to avoid the low branches. I suddenly wished I had been firm about finding somewhere else. Alone in here with Sally could be dangerous. I slipped her down behind me, and she lay on her back with her legs curled up under her chin, so I could see everything from her cute bottom to the mound where her vagina ended, all the way up like a zip fastener to the top. My penis began to respond, so I sat down at an angle to try to cover it. Sally sat up, with her knees up and well apart so as to give me the best possible view of her vagina. It was wide open, gaping, with a dark moist pink colour inside. She bent her head between her legs to look herself, and then looked up at me again, with a challenging look of daring and excitement on her face. Was she trying to shock or embarrass me? I didn’t know, but decided to play it cool. “Very nice,” I said casually, with a touch of sarcasm. “Do you always show boys what you look like inside?” Sally giggled. “Only boys I like,” she said. “Let me show you how I did a wee-wee when I was little.” She shot a little jet of urine from her vagina towards me for a moment, and repeated it several times. It landed among the leaves. “Remind me not to sit there,” I said, turning my eyes away to stare through the leaves of the bushes in case Nikki was looking for us. “Look what I can do,” said Sally. I turned to see her licking a finger and then pushing it in and out of her vagina, holding it open wider still with her other hand. “We could have sex in here, you know,” Sally said in a very precocious way. “And nobody would find out.” “Have you ever had sex before?” I asked her, still playing it cool. “Oh, yes, a few times,” she claimed, but her open face showed quite clearly that this was not true. “Who with?” I asked. “Oh, some boys,” she answered vaguely. “Do you want me to show you how?” I thought that was enough. I was sorely tempted, but my sense of responsibility, and perhaps fear, took over. “Look, I’m not going to have sex with you,” I told her firmly. “It’s against the law, because you’re too young.” (So was I, but that was beside the point.) “It would be an awful thing to have sex with you when I’m supposed to be looking after you. Now behave yourself properly. That’s a very stupid and naughty way to behave with a boy, and you could easily do it with a boy who would hurt you.” To my astonishment, Sally looked completely shocked. She stared at me in horror with wide-open eyes. Big tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks. She suddenly looked so pitiful and ashamed. She certainly wasn’t putting on an act. Once again my feeling for helpless females rose to the top. “Come here, Sally,” I said gently, holding out my arms to her. With tears still falling, Sally shuffled obediently over to me, looking at me all the time with big mournful eyes. I sat her on my thigh and put my arms round her gently. She buried her face in my shoulder and I could feel her body heaving as she sobbed. “Listen, Sally,” I whispered in her ear, and spoke slowly and gently to her. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I would never ever do anything to harm you, but other people might. I love the way you are so full of fun and friendliness. Being naked is wonderful and good fun. But it’s not good to show off your body and think about having sex. It’s too dangerous. I want to look after you and protect you. But I can’t always do that, so you must look after yourself.” Her body stopped heaving, but her face remained buried in my shoulder and I wondered what she was thinking. After about a minute she finally raised her head and looked at me with her dirty, tear-stained face. “Sorry,” she whispered. I gave her a gentle kiss on the nose, and slowly saw her face light up. “I love you,” she said, giving me a smacking wet kiss on the cheek. “I don’t mind you seeing my pussy because I trust you.” Suddenly she was back to her usual happy self, but somehow different, without so much silliness. She chattered away in my ear, probably about her family or school or something, but I was hardly listening, just enjoying the protective love I suddenly felt for her. She lay back with her head on my shoulder and took my hand. She guided it downwards to that secret place between her legs and placed it on her vagina. “Please stroke me,” she whispered, turning her head to look at me pleadingly. “All right, as you’re so much more sweet and sensible now,” I whispered, stroking her gently, feeling with my fingertips her little mound and the soft warm slit in between. She closed her eyes, a look of intense pleasure on her face. “Mmmmmmmmmm!” she hummed, and wriggled gently with ecstasy. “I love it when you do this to me,” she whispered. “Tickle me too.” I did so gently, and she wriggled and giggled most delightfully. I kissed her cheek gently, and she gave me a wet, dirty, sticky kiss in return. Then suddenly she remembered and looked at her watch. “We’ve had three minutes extra!” she squealed, leaping up and dashing out through the bushes. “Yippee!” I heard her yelling. “Time’s up and nobody’s found me!” I followed her out through the thicket, grinning. She grabbed me by the hand and started dragging me towards the pool. “We’d better wash your face first or everyone will know you’ve been crying,” I told her. We stopped by a tap and she let me wash all the tears and grime off her face gently. I tried to pull her untidy hair back, but as soon as I let go it just flopped back again. “We’ll have to get a stapler for your hair,” I joked. “What number?” shouted out Shelley, jumping up and down, as we got back, to find that this time Brenda and Angela had been caught. “Number six,” I called out teasingly. “There isn’t a six - it’s me, number two,” she insisted. “Come on, let’s go.” As we trotted off round the back of the house, Shelley whispered, “I’ve got a good idea. Let’s just sit on the back doorstep! I bet Sally will never think of looking for us there!” “She’ll see us when she comes round the corner,” I argued. “No, she won’t - you don’t know Sally,” giggled Shelley. “Come on, let’s do it.” Rather doubtful, I followed her over to the back door, about fifteen metres along the wall of the house from the corner. It was partly hidden by a flowerbed, but nobody looking in that direction could fail to see us. We waited a short while, then heard Sally’s yell: “Coming, ready or not!” Moments later she came racing round the corner of the house, across the small back lawn and plunging into the jungle without so much as a glance round. “Told you!” giggled Shelley. She had been right. After a moment Shelley stood up and came to sit on my lap, legs apart and facing me. She looked serious. I put my hands on her hips and rubbed her up and down gently. Then I asked, “What’s the matter, Shell?” “Roy,” she said, slowly and thoughtfully. She paused. “Roy, do you love the other girls more than me?” I smiled gently at her, shaking my head. I was sure she meant her friends rather than Lynn, as she had never shown much jealousy of Lynn, recognising it was a different relationship. “No, no,” I replied, moving my arms up under her shoulders to rub the back of her neck. “Nobody can ever take the place of my little cousin. You’re always going to be special to me. But I like your friends too, so I’m just spending time getting to know them.” Shelley put her face close to mine, smiling into my eyes. “Just testing you,” she said, but I knew it was more than that. She leaned back with her eyes shut, head back until she almost touched the ground with her head while I held her. She may be my cousin, but it still warms me to see her vagina open so trustingly like that. Then I pulled her up and we sat and waited, Shelley’s head on my shoulder. “All my friends are in love with you,” she whispered. It was probably true, I thought, trying hard to be humble but probably in vain. I had never rated myself as being particularly good-looking, but I realised it was more than that. Was it because I was always gentle with them? Because I made them feel beautiful? Because I made them feel safe? Because I trusted them as well, even with my own nudity? As we sat there, first Brenda and then Nikki walked past us to the pool, having been caught. They both saw us, but we put our fingers to our lips to keep them quiet. Then at last we heard Sally calling from the depths of the jungle, “Ten minutes and I’ve found two people. Come out, everybody!” “Let’s wait till she comes back,” laughed Shelley. A minute later Sally came into sight, walking out of the jungle. She saw us immediately, and stopped and stared. “Hey, what are you doing there?” she demanded. “We were here all the time!” laughed Shelley, standing up and clapping her hands with glee. “You ran right past us and you didn’t even see us!” For once, Sally was almost speechless. Then she had a good giggle about it as we returned to the pool. “Now it’s Lynn’s and Brenda’s turn to go with Roy,” said Shelley. “Three is too many, I think,” smiled Lynn. “I can stay out this time. Brenda, will you go with Roy?” She smiled at me. “We can hide together when we get home,” she said. Brenda looked at me rather timidly, unable to make up her mind. I smiled at her encouragingly. “Please come with me, Brenda,” I asked her. “But you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Brenda turned to Lynn and said, “I’ll go.” She smiled up at me rather tremblingly, and then put her cold little hand into mine. “Let’s find a tree to climb,” I suggested. “Shelley knows this garden so well she knows all the other hiding places, but it will take her a bit longer to look in all the trees.” Brenda nodded confidently. Then she looked nervously at me and asked, “Is it – all right for me to take off my bikini now?” “Yes, certainly,” I replied, trying not to show interest but filled with joy that here was another little girl who now trusted me. In a moment Brenda had slipped off her bikini bottom, dropped it on the grass and was standing next to me quite naked. She did look up at me anxiously, so I deliberately restrained myself and averted my eyes as I took her hand and led her gently into the bushes. I quickly found Brenda was a very good tree climber. I watched her climb nimbly up a tall tree near the back fence, moving easily from branch to branch and giving heart-warming glimpses of her narrow little curved vagina between her legs. I did not choose a mulberry tree as I was sure Shelley would look there first, but not too many of the others had thick enough leaves. Often hiders could get away with a rather bare tree, though, as the seekers often forgot to look upwards. We sat over the leafiest part on the tree we could find, and I asked Brenda if she often climbed trees. In a quiet whisper she told me about her old house in England where they lived before moving out here, and how it was next to a wood where she often climbed with her older brothers and sisters. She was the youngest of a large family, and it seemed to me as if she had been rather ignored. We straddled the branch facing each other, and she now seemed quite unconcerned about my exposed penis or her own vagina, small and tight. >From where we sat we could see glimpses of Shelley rummaging through the bushes, knowing the most likely hiding places and finding the others one by one. She also remembered to look into trees, but the ten minutes were almost up, and we were just wondering if we might avoid being caught, when she came our way, scanning the trees, and quickly saw us. “Roy, Brenda, got you!” she screamed at the top of her voice. “That’s everybody! I’ve won!” I started to move down the tree, but Brenda said, “Wait!” I stopped and looked at her, smiling. She hesitated and then said, “I - I want to kiss you.” “On one condition,” I told her gently. “On condition I kiss you back.” For answer she put one arm round my neck, holding on to the tree with the other, and gave me a sweet little kiss on the cheek. I gave her a warm one in return, and she broke into a brilliant smile. When we returned to the pool, the others told her that she hadn’t won yet as I had not yet been It. “All right, then, last round,” she agreed. “Roy, let me seek with you!” I had a loud clamour of girls all wanting to seek with me, but I solved it by saying that wouldn’t be fair and I would seek alone. I put my face to the tree, closed my eyes and counted to two hundred before calling out and going on my search. It was very quiet, and at first I was puzzled as I searched here and there, including the mulberry trees. Minutes went by, but I could not find any girl anywhere. Suddenly I wondered if they were perhaps all hiding together. That would not surprise me, and there was only one place where they could be. As silently as possible, I moved towards that little thicket. I was so quiet that as I stopped next to it I could hear a very faint murmur of voices from within. But quietly as I tried to push my way in, I could not help rustling branches and all fell immediately silent. I pushed my way through the brush and put my head through into the open space. I saw seven little bodies, curled up flat on the ground, still and silent. They could all have been asleep the way they looked. The nearest one was Nikki. I reached out my hand and gently tickled the sole of her foot. The silence was broken. Nikki jumped and screamed, and then laughed hard. The others all got a fright at the scream, and jumped up with squeals of their own. I leapt into the middle of them, wrestling gently with any body in my way. Then they recovered and all dived on top of me. I gave up and lay on my back, with seven delightful naked girls pinning me down and laughing at me. “Tickle him!” shouted Nikki. They all tried, but I am not very ticklish and they didn’t have the technique, so it had little effect. Laura let out a deep breath. “That’s been a wonderful morning,” she announced. “I’m thirsty.” “Drinks, then,” I suggested. “Help me up.” I held out my arms and, giggling, the girls pulled me to my feet, with Lynn and Sally pushing from behind as well. “Then what shall we do?” asked Angela on our way back to the house. “Miss Beautiful Skins!” shouted Nikki, who had won on Saturday. “Miss Beautiful Boobs and Pussy,” giggled Laura. “That wouldn’t be easy,” I said, “unless you all wear different skins from the ones you wore on Saturday.” “Let’s have Miss Beautiful Bikini,” suggested Shelley. “We can’t do that because we’ve only one bikini,” said Angela. “We can make bikinis for everybody,” announced Shelley. “Purple mulberry bikinis! I’ll tell you how!” (To be continued) IT DOESN’T MATTER (CHAPTER 13) We had our drinks while Shelley talked excitedly about her idea. “It’s called body painting,” she explained. “And we’ll use mulberry juice. We’ll pick up all the mulberries lying on the ground and make them into juice. Then we can paint bikinis on ourselves and have a Miss Beautiful Bikini competition!” The girls all loved the idea. “And you must do it as well, Roy,” insisted Shelley, supported by the others. “And Lynn.” After drinks we all began to move outside to the mulberry trees. “What shall we put the juice in?” asked Laura. “I’ll get some jars from the cupboard,” said Shelley. “They won’t hold very much juice,” I said. “Can you think of anything bigger?” They couldn’t, so I made my suggestion. “Perhaps we can get that wheelbarrow out of your shed and fill it with mulberries. Then we can take it in turns to get in the wheelbarrow and stomp all the juice out of the mulberries. We’ll get plenty that way.” The girls looked at each other, eyes shining. They liked that idea. We opened the shed and I trundled the barrow to the trees with difficulty, because they all wanted a ride in it. Then we set to loading the barrow with mulberries. When it was half full, I said, “That should be enough for everybody.” “Now over to the pool,” said Shelley. “I don’t know whether your mum and dad would want a purple lawn,” I answered. “I think we had better do the stomping somewhere over here where it doesn’t matter if we spray mulberries everywhere.” They saw the sense of that, so we wheeled the barrow into a little clearing in the wild part of the garden. “Me first!” shouted Shelley. I held the barrow steady while she trod on the mulberries, carefully at first but then gaining in confidence. Soon she was leaping up and down, dancing and singing, and sending mulberry parts and juice flying. The rest of us, close by, began to get stains on our skins. “What a good thing we haven’t our clothes on,” laughed Nikki. “My mum would be so cross if I got mulberry juice all over my dress.” After a minute or two Shelley gave way to Laura and each of the girls took a turn. There was much laughter and more mulberry juice going everywhere, so I said, “If you get any more juice on you, nobody will be able to see your bikinis when you make them.” “We’ll have to wash off first,” said Brenda, who managed to climb on the barrow for the next turn. After about twenty minutes they had all had their turn, some more than once, and the barrow was awash with juice, amid of course a great deal of other squashed mulberry parts. All of us were stained with the purple juice and would have to wash before we could do any painting of bikinis. While I wheeled the barrow, the girls ran for the garden tap, while Shelley ran indoors for some flannels and soap. She found four of each, so the flannels had to be shared. There were choruses of “Please wash me, Roy!” I was rather worried about both the washing and the painting, as I did not want to be in trouble for touching girls around the vagina - unless invited, of course. So I said, “Look, we’re going to need to do this in pairs. I’ll go with Lynn, because she’s my girl-friend and it’s time I gave her some attention.” Also it wouldn’t matter where I touched Lynn. “So perhaps the rest of you can get into pairs.” They paired off quickly, with some moans about how lucky Lynn was. Shelley went with Brenda, Nikki with Angela, and of course Laura and Sally got together with much giggling. “First of all we wash each other,” I said. “And then we can paint each other.” Each pair took a flannel and got to work. Lynn and I were much cleaner than the girls and most of the juice was on our legs. Sally needed more cleaning than anybody, as she had managed to sit down in it while she was trampling the mulberries. Laura had her lying down on her front while she rubbed away at her bottom. “You know, Sally, you have a very wobbly bottom,” she said as she scrubbed. “I hope your boobs don’t grow like that.” The other girls were getting impatient, so I said, “Don’t worry too much about it now; that’s her problem really.” So Sally got off her tummy and we prepared to paint. We trundled the barrow over to the area near the pool, although I warned everybody at the start that they would not be allowed to swim and mess up the pool water until they were quite clean again afterwards. “What’s the use of a bikini if you’re not allowed to swim in it?” asked Shelley. “How often do you ever swim in a bikini?” I asked, and she laughed. Shelley had fetched a jug for each pair, and we filled our jugs at the barrow, emptying out all the solids still there. Sally immediately spilt hers down her leg and had to go and wash again. Unfortunately there were no paintbrushes, apart from a toy one of Shelley’s that was much too small, so we had to paint with our fingers. “The best way I think is to make an outline of the bikini first,” I suggested to them all. “Then when you have that right, you can fill it in. Just like when you paint a picture.” “Let’s do you first,” I said to Lynn. So she stood there while I put some juice on my fingers and traced the outline on her body. I was well prepared to enjoy myself as I stood behind her and gently drew the outline of a bikini top around her swelling breasts. They were very clearly defined so I just ran my finger around the outside. I soon realised that it is not so easy to do a good job after puberty, as Lynn’s pubic hair prevented me from giving her a proper bikini bottom. I had to stop when my fingers reached her hair, but not before she shivered, giggled and said, “That tickles!” I kept an eye on the other girls, and every pair seemed to be having long discussions, with a lot of trial and error, over where to draw the lines. I was soon painting in Lynn’s bikini top, smearing the mulberry juice over her breasts. They were soft but firm, and I took particular care drawing little circles round the nipples simply because I enjoyed the feel of them wobbling gently under my fingers as I painted. I looked at Lynn, and we laughed into each other’s eyes. Forgetting the others for a while, I impulsively laid Lynn down on her back, sat gently on her thighs and leaned closely over her face as I rubbed in the purple juice very gently. When I had finished, I painted in the bottoms, although again I had to stop when I reached the pubic hair. Lynn insisted on as small a bikini as possible, so I did just enough to cover her groin. Then I turned her over and gently kneaded it into her firm tanned bottom and down between her legs, feeling the long hairs hanging down and her mound ever so carefully and delightfully. I stood back and looked at it, but wasn’t really satisfied. Mulberry juice is not thick enough for painting people properly with, and it didn’t look as close to being a proper bikini as it would had we been able to use paint. Lynn wanted to know what she looked like, so I went indoors and managed to unhook a large mirror and bring it outdoors. Lynn looked at herself but didn’t seem very impressed, and I don’t blame her. All the other girls crowded round, in various stages of being painted, to see how they looked. Most of them had not got very far yet. They seemed rather disappointed that the juice was not working very well. Now it was Lynn’s turn to paint me, just the bottom part, of course. She put it on as thick as she could, also stroking it carefully into my penis and testicles as I stood there trying not to get aroused. But the results were pretty pale. Lynn had finished me before the other girls had even got halfway. We went round to have a look. Sally was smearing juice all over Laura’s pubic area, and she was asking, “What happens when I do a wee?” Brenda was rubbing vigorously at Shelley, who was helping, but again the mulberry juice was not most effective. Nikki was standing elegantly with her hands on her head while Angela painted her bottom. Then Sally said, “You know, mud would be better than this. Roy, may we paint with mud?” “That sounds like a good idea,” I agreed. Most of the girls agreed excitedly, although Nikki did not look happy. I think she was too ladylike to enjoy the idea of mud. We scampered round the back to the shed, where Shelley found some empty pots. We dug up some earth from the jungle and then went to add water. “Just a bit at a time,” I told them. “If you get the mud too thin, it won’t work properly.” “Do we have to use mud too?” Lynn asked me, also not liking the idea. She was referring to the two of us. “I don’t think so,” I replied. “We’ve got our costumes, even if they’re not very clear.” Laura and Sally, of course, put in too much water in spite of what I said, so they had to pour some of it out and fetch some more soil. They all mixed and squeezed in the pots with their fingers and soon had some good thick smooth mud ready to use. Laura stood up quickly and started smearing mud all over her front and down between her legs, while Sally protested that this was supposed to be her job. Laura had been too enthusiastic, and mud started dripping down her leg. She had a thick coating of mud over her skin, but it was still possible to trace the outline of her vagina through it. Nikki decided to keep to the mulberries, although it was not very effective, but Shelley was another enthusiastic mud-user. When Brenda proved to be slow and hesitant in applying it, Shelley called on me to come and help. Brenda didn’t mind, so I started off rubbing mud gently into her smooth round bottom. This brought appeals for help from the other pairs, though, so I stopped so as to avoid getting involved, and Lynn took over. “The winner of the Miss Beautiful Bikini competition,” I said, “will be the painter, not the wearer! So I can’t go round doing it for you all.” Slowly the bikinis took shape and developed. Many of the girls used a mixture of mud and mulberry juice, and even tried to decorate them with leaves, although most of them quickly fell off when the mud dried. It took a long time for them to agree on the shapes and the materials, and I honestly had to admit the results were not very good. We really needed proper paint, such as is used in proper body painting, and I would have to ask Aunt Sue about that. I would have preferred to wash my own costume off, but the girls protested. They may have looked at least partly as if they were wearing costumes themselves, but mine could never pass for a costume with the genitals hanging down and nowhere to tuck them, whereas a girl’s can largely be hidden. Anyway, at least I didn’t have to take part in the competition, and I sat as usual in my deck chair to judge. It was not very inspiring this time. Sally insisted on being first, and she was rather too muddy. The mud had run in streaks down her legs and she had not been able to rub it off very well. She would certainly have been a show-off as a model, as she put on a very artificial act, turning and stretching and dancing with exaggerated elegance. As with the other mud costumes, the shape of her vagina was still clear. She had obviously been told what to do when she finished, as she minced daintily off the stage over to my deck chair, leaned on my shoulder and then rolled on to my lap. “Yuch!” I protested, half in fun, as large areas of half-dry mud came in contact with my own skin. She only smiled and sat quietly on my lap, much more sensible in her behaviour with me now, but quite confident of her ability to charm me with her new method. And she did succeed. Next was Laura, in thick mud but with even worse streaks down her legs. I was glad some of the others looked better than these two, but I knew now it wasn’t easy to produce good costumes with the limited materials we had. Nikki and Angela had done a fine job between them. Nikki had refused to use mud but Angela, who had painted her, had painted very carefully a little purple bikini. Her little nipples and vagina were delightfully evident, but there were also darker and lighter patterns. Angela, who followed, had also used mainly mulberries, but Nikki had painted little dots and patterns in mud, so the effect was good. Shelley’s costume had been partly painted by Lynn and myself, so she understood reluctantly that her costume, which should have been credited to her partner Brenda anyway, could not win this time. She was mainly in mud, and quite neatly done. She had been responsible for Brenda’s costume, which really did look good - as good as can be expected using mud. It supposedly had frills at the edges, fingered in very carefully, and animal heads had been outlined by way of patterns. Only one thing had been forgotten, which became clear when Brenda stretched her legs up and revealed an expanse of white and pink under her crotch, which Shelley had forgotten about. Third prize I gave to Angela’s costume, painted by Nikki, and second to Nikki’s costume, painted by Angela. Brenda looked overjoyed to win first prize for hers, though the real winner was the painter, Shelley. “I want to wash off now,” said Nikki, shivering a bit because some heavy clouds had blown over the sun, and it looked like we might be in for one of those occasional midday summer downpours. The activity had not actually been a great success, although they had enjoyed it, and none of them really wanted to walk round in their painted costumes all day. “Why wasn’t my bikini good enough?” demanded Sally as we walked round to the taps. “Too much mud!” I explained to her. “I like being muddy,” she said. “You should be more muddy too.” She wrapped her arms round my waist and tried to rub off all the mud on her on to me. I reached down and slung an arm round her waist, then lifted her upside down that way. She screamed and laughed, kicking her legs wildly over my shoulders with her muddy little vagina curving right under my nose. “If you like being muddy, you can have some more,” I laughed, carrying her over to the barrow. I dumped her in the barrow and rolled her in the mulberry juice that was still there, while she laughed and screamed and kicked. “Quick, girls, bring the rest of that mud!” I called. Giggling, they ran off and came back with the pots still with plenty of mud inside. We poured the mud over the thrashing body of Sally, who was by now almost helpless with laughter. Then I rubbed it in, all over her chest and her body, her bottom, her legs, even down between her legs. There was plenty of it and we all loved it. At last we stood back and looked at out handiwork. Sally was covered with sticky brown mud from her shoulders downwards. As she kicked, the barrow tipped over. She landed in a muddy heap on the grass, and the remaining mud in the barrow slushed out on top of her. She was a hilarious sight, and she was laughing almost until she cried. Then she got up and chased us, wrapping her arms round us and giving us as much of the mud as she could when she caught us. Finally, when the fun had worn off, it was time to get clean. “Right, in pairs again,” I said, as we filled some buckets with water from the tap and got the flannels and soap again. There was much giggling and squealing as the costumes came off. I soaped and flannelled Lynn over gently, rubbing the mulberry juice carefully off her breasts and loins, and then she did the same with my now very faded costume. (To be concluded) IT DOESN’T MATTER (CHAPTER 14) We were all just finishing the job of washing ourselves when some big drops of rain began to fall. They quickly became heavier. “Shall we go inside?” Nikki asked me, just finishing the job of wiping off Angela’s cute bottom. “We’re too wet, I think,” I laughed. “I want to play in the rain!” shouted Shelley. Dropping the flannel and soap, she spread out her arms and scooted off at top speed, racing through the heavy rain, screaming with delight. “Catch her!” shouted Laura, and she and Sally went racing after her. The others soon followed, and I ran with them, enjoying the cold teeming rain pouring down on to my body. “Catch Roy!” screamed Shelley, turning and running towards me. I ran towards her rather than away, and she hurtled into my arms, wet and slippery as an eel. We both tumbled on the ground, laughing, and the other girls piled on top of us. Slippery wet bottoms tumbled on top of me as I struggled to sit up. Laura was sitting on my chest, soaking wet vagina open inches from my nose. Sally pulled her backwards, and her legs shot upwards and then rolled off. It was a glorious rough-and-tumble, and even Lynn joined in, although this is not normally her type of activity. Her pubic hair was glistening as water ran down it, making it look almost like a little beard. I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her round, but my hands slid off her soaking wet breasts. Nikki, laughing, sprawled across my chest, and I could feel her little wet nipples. I reached out both hands to grab the nearest body to me, and a slippery wet Brenda slid into my arms and out again before I caught her more tightly. But her soaking little body again slipped out of the bottom of my grasp. Scrambling to our feet, we chased each other round again. Sally slipped and fell over backwards, making an exhibition of herself as usual as she swung her open legs in the air, howling with laughter. Nikki looked a beautiful sight as she stood still in the rain, legs together so that her little vagina looked no more than an extension of the groove between them, head back, eyes closed, arms stretched upwards as she tried to catch the rain. Then Angela pointed to the tree near the veranda. There were our clothes, out in the rain and soaking wet! There was nothing we could do about them, so we continued to enjoy the rain. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. Clouds remained over the sun and a wind sprang up. Suddenly we felt chilly. I glanced downwards and saw my penis, small and tight in the cold rain, and my testicles, clinging up closer to my body. “I think we need a hot shower,” I grinned at the others. We could get that easily enough inside the house, but we were all soaking wet. Sally made a great display of her chattering teeth. “I know,” said Shelley. “Roy, you dry yourself and go inside. Then you can carry us all to the shower!” My little cousin has some weird ideas, but I liked this one. The only problem was what to dry myself on, as it was all so wet outside. In the end I ran round the back, put my arm through the window, pulled a kitchen towel off the hook and ran back again with it. I sat down on the front doorstep but was not allowed to dry myself. The girls seized the towel between them and tried in a very disorganised way to dry me. I insisted that my feet and legs were the most important part as they would be in contact with the polished floor and carpet, and eventually, swamped by chattering girls who rubbed my legs up and down, I felt I was reasonably dry. Still a little damp, I entered the house and walked down the passage to the bathroom near the end. I turned on the heater and the shower, and then came back for the girls. “We’re going by numbers again,” Shelley told me. “Choose a number between one and seven!” My first choice turned out to be Brenda. I lowered my head while she, smiling, reached up with her arms and clasped me round my neck. Then I gently lifted her in my arms and carried her down to the bathroom. She felt as light as a feather, and I loved her thin little face as she looked up so trustingly at me. “You don’t seem nervous of me any more!” I smiled at her as I put her gently down on the side of the bath. “Now I know you’re kind,” she whispered shyly. “I wish you were my big brother.” “Well, I wish you were my little sister,” I replied, smiling, as I returned for the next load. She slipped into the shower, where the water was now beautiful and warm. My next choice turned out to be Angela. She lay peacefully back in my arms, her own arms folded across her tummy and her little bare body glistening with drops of water and goose flesh. She felt cold as I hugged her to my chest, but then I probably did to her as well. The only trace of colour I could see on her was in her cheeks, pink as they so often were. I wondered if she blushed several hundred times every day, or whether it was just with me. Shelley later told me that it was mainly with me. Angela always pretended she did not like boys, according to Shelley, but she was certainly quite hopeless at pretending with me. I pressed my cheek against her forehead as I carried her down the passage and whispered, “You’re a very special girl.” Lynn won the next round. I was quite used to carrying her, so the younger girls had felt lighter to me. She travelled with her arms round my neck, with her left breast pressing against my chest. Sally, the next, had to be different. She wanted to be carried like a koala, sitting on my hips with her legs spread out each side of me, head against my throat and arms round my back. As I carried her, she released her arms and flopped backwards, head down and vagina wide open at my stomach level. With her head down and untidy hair hanging almost to floor level, I had to waddle along carefully until I dumped her on the toilet seat, much to her amusement. Back I went for Laura. “I’m rather heavy,” she warned me as I picked her up side-saddle, her bottom resting on my hip. It was a rather awkward way to carry her anyway, and I caused much mirth as I staggered along, pretending to be ready to collapse under such a heavy load. An impatient Shelley was next, leaping up and wrapping her arms round my shoulders, head and cold wet hair pressed against my neck. I held her just under her bottom as I carried her down to the bathroom, which was now getting rather crowded. The shower was, anyway, as all the girls I had carried in were squashing into it together, amid much squealing and laughter. Finally I went back to Nikki, who was shivering. Her little body felt so cold as I picked her up tenderly and held her in my arms like a baby. She snuggled up against me for warmth, and I smiled down at her, admiring the curves in her body. Her fair hair was still curly despite being wet and her little round face showed beautiful dimples as she smiled up at me despite her cold. Her neck curved beautifully down to her little round chest, and her sides curved in again and then out at the hips, all the way down between her legs, where I could just make out the top of her vagina lips curving delicately inwards. I kicked the front door shut and carried my little beauty into the bathroom, to find the shower bursting with girls. “Gangway!” I ordered, trying to push my way in, still carrying Nikki. I couldn’t, but willing if not so strong hands reached out to pull her inside. I could feel the warm steam flowing out of the shower and a few splashes of water. The noise was indescribable as seven naked girls squealed, sang and chattered away loudly as they warmed up. I sat on the side of the bath and waited for them, shivering. After about five minutes I heard Lynn’s voice saying, “Girls, what about poor Roy? He must be cold! We must get out and let him have a shower.” They wanted to stay in, I could tell, but kindness won over and they began to emerge from the cubicle, grabbing for towels. Still shivering, I went in. It was such a relief to feel the warm water pouring down over my body. Shelley put her head inside the shower. “May I come back in with you?” she asked. Without thinking I said, “Yes,” and so opened the floodgates. Shelley leapt through the door into my arms. A moment later Sally’s face pushed its way inside, quickly followed by the rest of her body, and a horde of other bodies followed. Within seconds I was pressed against the back wall, with my penis squashed against Shelley’s tummy and scarcely able to move. The girls were all reaching out their arms towards me, wanting a hug and a cuddle. Lynn I saw at the back, smiling but unable to get in. The little bodies felt warm and fresh now, and I quickly began to warm up. The spray sprinkled warm water over us all, and whenever I reached out I seemed to get a tangle of wet hair, which was tumbling down over their eyes and faces. Sally grabbed an arm and slobbered kisses over it. Nikki, arm at full length, was stroking my chest over Sally’s head. It all felt so good, so wonderfully good. In the end we all tired of it. We squeezed our way out of the shower, and of course the girls all wanted me to dry them. Taking Angela first, I wrapped a towel gently around her, knelt down next to her and rubbed. She never took her blue eyes from me as I massaged her body, from head to toe and between her legs, ever so gently. I would never break the trust of these delightful little girls by abusing them sexually, although I do allow myself loving touching in private areas when I know they want me to. Carefully I lifted the towel to dry her hair and our bare bodies pressed together, her stomach pressed against my chest with her damp vagina just below as I rubbed. When I finished, I decided it was Lynn’s turn, as she had not been able to join us in the shower. She leaned back against me, eyes closed with a smile playing over her lips, as I dried her hair, then gently massaged her firm breasts. Working my way down, I tenderly dried her pubic hair and between her legs, and heard Laura whisper, “Just like a husband and wife.” One by one I dried them - Shelley, my excitable and loveable little cousin with her warm nature and warm body; the beautiful soft curvy Nikki; thin, delicate little Brenda; the saucy, wriggly and sometimes delightful Laura; and the partially reformed Sally. It was a pleasure that I never wanted to end. But it had to come to an end, and we had a problem. It would soon be time to go home and all our clothes were wet. Most of Shelley’s had just gone into the wash, so she had little to lend and I told her in any case I would not be seen dead in one of her mini-skirts. “I think we’ll just have to put on our wet underwear,” I told them all, “and explain that we got caught outside when the rain began. We needn’t mention that we were naked then anyway.” Outside the clouds had cleared away and the sun was shining down hotly again, raising steam from the driveway, the roof and the garden. I slipped with regret into my underpants. The girls sat on the front doorstep or on the ground next to it, putting on their panties. My loins warmed as I watched them lift their legs, saw the soft white lips of their little hairless vaginas from top to bottom, and grateful that I was counted as trustworthy of seeing what I did. Then we sat around on the grass in the shade waiting for the cars to arrive. Lynn was next to me, leaning on my shoulder with her head back and resting against my cheek. The girls were chatting, often several at once to me, and in front of me Laura and Sally were talking and giggling together. Laura idly reached inside her brief panties to scratch gently, giving me a glimpse of her lovely pink and white vagina as she did so. This was where it all started for me on Saturday, I remembered, when this pert, saucy girl had lost the pink panties she had been wearing then. Laura glanced across at me and grinned, still scratching and quite careless of the fact that I could see her budding womanhood. My loins warmed again with the pleasure. “This is the life,” I thought. I said aloud, “What a lucky man I am. Here I am, sitting in the sun with my lovely wife and all my beautiful daughters.” I waited for the giggles to subside. “This is the life!” The End ________________________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - Communicate instantly..."Ping" your friends today! 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