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Title:  The Caretaker

Codes: Fg, con, rom

Summary:  Their mother is going away for three months, so 
Claire and Emily must live with Vanessa, their caretaker.




I couldn't believe I was so attracted to her.  She was only 
twelve.  What a lovely creature she was, though.  She seemed
tiny to me, a few inches over four feet.  Black hair with 
ringlets surrounded her pallid face.  She had high 
cheekbones, little pink lips, and the loveliest blue eyes.  
The hem of her cream colored dress was tattered, and it was 
obvious that a seam had been amateurishly mended, probably 
by her.  She strutted into the kitchen boldly.  She looked 
at me straight on, without a hint of shyness.  Her name was 
Claire.

"Oh good, this is Claire," her mother said, "Claire, meet 
Vanessa.  She'll be looking after you and your sister while 
I'm in France."

If her mother could have read my thoughts, I'm sure she 
would have been horrified.  I was afraid the sudden flush of
my cheeks would give me away.  I had liked girls for a very 
long time, but never one so much younger than myself.  I was
tempted to turn and leave, to run away, before I did 
something abominable, but I needed this job.

"Hello Vanessa," Claire said, holding out her hand to me.

I took it and squeezed gently.  It was tiny and white, with 
short nails.  She gave me a quizzical look.  It must have 
seemed strange to her, the way I sharply drew in my breath, 
and muttered, "Hello Claire."

"Claire, go and get your sister, so Vanessa can meet her," 
her mother said, oblivious to my discomfort.

Claire turned and left, looking back at me suspiciously as 
she exited the kitchen.

"I've left a list of numbers where I can be reached," her 
mother went on, "Most of the time I'll be Nice, but we are 
scheduled to spend a week in Paris, then on to Normandy.  In
any case, my itinerary is here.  If there are any major 
deviations, I will call you."

Their mother was a professor at the university I had 
attended, and had just qualified for a prestigious 
fellowship in France.  She would be gone for three months, 
and needed someone to look after her two daughters.  I had 
just graduated six months before, and had sent my resume 
everywhere.  It seems no one wanted to hire a twenty-three 
year old with middling grades and a marketing degree.  I 
could barely make rent and could only get so many extensions
on my loans.  Three months rent free, with a nice little 
stipend, might just make the difference.

Friends from the university had vouched for my character, 
and convinced her to give me the job.  I could only imagine 
their horror, were they to know what I was thinking at that 
moment.

Claire returned with her sister in tow.

Emily was ten, and a few inches shorter than her sister.  
Her cropped, sandy brown hair made her look a bit tomboyish.
She was wearing a little pair of shorts and a t-shirt.  Her 
sneakers were untied, and she had a Band-Aid on her knee.

"This is her," Claire said to her sister, looking at me 
frankly, arching her brows.

"Hi Vanessa," Emily said.  She gave me a big smile.  I 
immediately liked her.  She seemed friendly and warm, like a
normal, happy little girl.

"Hey Emily," I said, "I'm really looking forward to staying 
with you two.  I hope we have a lot of fun."

"Me too," she said, still smiling.

I tried to focus on Emily.  She didn't fill me with lust.

"Were you in my mom's class?" Claire asked, stepping between
her sister and me.

"No.  I majored in marketing.  That is in the business 
college.  Your mother teaches French Lit."

"Oh."

"You girls run along now," their mother interjected, 
"Vanessa and I need to talk."

The two girls turned to go.  Emily waved as she ran from the
kitchen.  Claire strolled out slowly, still peering intently
at me.  I drew a deep breath.  I was positively smitten.  I 
decided I would just have to control myself.

When they left, their mother beckoned me to come sit at the 
table.

"Claire has had some trouble at school," she said, "And we 
can't figure out what it is.  I've had her to counseling, 
but they've been no help."

"Oh?"

"Yes.  So, I'm hoping you'll keep a close eye on her.  If 
she seems to be having any problems, you know, emotionally, 
please call me."

"That's fine.  I'll be all the help I can.  Maybe she just 
needs a friend."

She gave me a baleful look.  "I'm not hiring you to be her 
friend, but just to watch them, and keep them out of 
trouble.  This fellowship is very important to my career, or
else I wouldn't leave at a time like this."

"Of course," I said, not sure if I quite believed it.

"She was so happy last year," she went on, her expression 
softening, "Then about five months ago she became defiant, 
uncooperative, and her grades suffered.  I suspect that some
trauma occurred, but she won't say what."

"Did you hire a private eye to suss out the truth?"

I meant it as a joke, and immediately regretted saying it.  
I was quite surprised, therefore, when she answered, "Yes, 
but he didn't discover anything."

"Oh."

Lucky me.  I was madly in lust with a pre-teen girl whose 
mother was keen to hire investigators.  I renewed my 
commitment to control myself.  I smiled, which I'm sure 
seemed inappropriate to her.  This was no big deal, I told 
myself.  So, I found the girl pretty.  So what?  That was 
perfectly natural.  She was on the cusp of becoming a woman.
This was a very beautiful part of her life.  It wasn't like 
I would actually do anything to her.  I mean, I liked girls,
but I wasn't a monster.

"Sorry," I said, erasing the smile from my face, "I'll keep 
that in mind.  I will try to talk with her, though, with 
your permission.  I'll be with her for three months.  I'm 
sure we'll build some sort of relationship in that time.  
Maybe she'll trust me."

"Fine," she said, "If you find a way to help, I'll be 
thankful."




Two days later, Thursday afternoon, I went to to pick the 
girls up from school.  Their mother had left that morning, 
and I had already got a copy of the keys from her.  This 
would be our first evening together.

It was a small private academy back off of a highway, 
sheltered by a high gate and hedges.  I drove up a long 
drive under the shade of trees to join a line of expensive 
foreign cars waiting to collect their owner's progeny.  My 
little green Toyota did not fit in.

After maybe fifteen minutes the school disgorged its 
inmates, and a stream of uniformed children poured out.  I 
couldn't help noticing the girl's uniforms, which were 
little pleated tartan skirts and white blouses.  I 
immediately felt banal for finding them so cute.  I cursed 
the inventor of schoolgirl uniforms as either an angel or a 
devil.  I also wondered at the process of selecting the 
uniforms, and what sort of dirty old men were involved.  In 
any case, I was rather pleased with their choice.

I saw the two girls emerge from the crowd of children.  I 
got out and waved them over to the car.  Emily got a big 
smile on her face and ran toward me.

"Hi Vanessa," she called out, as she reached the car and 
jumped into the front passenger seat.

"Hi sweetie," I said, deciding to skip the awkward parts, 
and just be familiar and affectionate to her.  She didn't 
seem to mind.

Claire approached the car more slowly, strutting up almost 
catlike.  She was so graceful, so poised.  She was just 
staring at me.  I caught myself leaning against the side of 
the car, gazing longingly at her.  She smiled.  I got the 
weirdest impression that she could read my mind, that she 
knew exactly what I was thinking, and that it pleased her.  
I shut such thoughts out of my mind.  They could only get me
into trouble.  She got into the back and slid to the center.

I got into the car, started it, and waited for the line to 
move.  Evidently it took a long time to situate children in 
expensive cars.  Finally, they cleared out, and we made our 
escape.

"Did you girls have a nice day at school?" I asked.

"It was normal," Claire said from behind me.  I gazed up at 
the rearview mirror.  I could see her icy blue eyes.

"That's good, I suppose.  Say Claire, could you move to one 
side or the other.  You're blocking the rearview mirror."

She slid over, her eyes disappeared, and my heart rate 
returned to normal.

"What are we going to do tonight?" Emily asked.

"I don't know," I said, "I didn't really plan anything, but 
just hoped we'd all figure out something fun.  I'll cook 
dinner about six, I suppose, but other than that it is up to
you two."

"Can we go to a movie?" Emily asked.  She sounded excited, 
like this was the first day of vacation.

"We might," I said, "But your mom only left me a little 
money for stuff like that, so if we spend it all now, you 
two will be really bored later."

"Oh."

"We could rent videos," Claire said.

"That is a good idea," I exclaimed.  Videos would be cheap.

"Can we get Twilight?" Emily asked, super excited.

"No!" Claire and I answered in unison.




At the video store I let each girl pick out a movie.  Emily 
kept asking for Twilight, even begging.  Finally I gave in 
and let her get it.  Claire rolled her eyes.  She picked out
Amalie.  She said she liked the cover.  I was impressed.  We
went to the counter, and I paid.  We got back to their house
a bit before four.

The girls went upstairs to change out of their uniforms, 
while I figured out how to work the DVD player.  When they 
came back down, Emily was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and
a yellow t-shirt.  Claire was wearing a little turquoise 
Alice dress, which hung to just below her knees.  It was 
adorable.  I watched her glide down the stairs, with her 
dress and her little ringlets of hair.  It was breathtaking.

Perhaps the dress was intended as a commentary.  I liked to 
think she was clever enough.  Three months was going to be a
very long time.

We went into the TV room.  There was a couch set facing the 
media center and two chairs along the sides of the room.  
The girls decided we'd watch Twilight first.  I put it in 
the player.  They popped onto the couch.  I went to sit in a
chair.

Emily stopped me.  "Vanessa, come sit with us," she said.  
She slid to one side of the couch.  Claire moved to the 
other.  There was an empty space in the center.

Emily looked at me, eagerly.  Claire .. well Claire just 
gave me a deep stare, a knowing grin.

I could have sat in a chair.  I had that choice, but I went 
ahead and sat between the girls.  Emily immediately slid up 
next to me, and said playfully, "Let's make a Vanessa 
sandwich."  She slid her hips, pressing me over, closer to 
Claire.  We touched, Claire and I.  The soft fabric of her 
dress brushed against my arm.  The ringlets of her hair fell
upon my shoulder.  She reached and took my hand, cupping it 
between hers, and held it on her lap.  She looked at me, 
deeply.

She was my innamorata.  She was my starlit sky.

The movie started, and Emily immediately gave it her full 
attention.  I'd seen it before, and had found it ignorable 
the first time.  Claire just fixed her attention on me.

"You seem to know how I feel," I whispered to her.  Emily 
gave us no notice.

"You like me, don't you?"

"Yes.  Very, very much."

"I like you, too."

I could have kissed her right there, but I still had some 
pretense of self-control.

"Claire, you know we can't do anything?  Our ages are too 
far apart."

"I wasn't sure.  I thought maybe we could anyhow."

"That wouldn't be a good idea.  But I'm glad you know.  It 
is nice, I think, to know that someone cares for you.  We 
can't, you know, be girlfriends, but I do adore you very 
much."

She didn't say anything.  I went on, "You should find 
someone your own age."

She seemed to get pensive.  She still held my hand.

On a hunch, I said, "Your mom told me you've been having 
trouble, and she doesn't know what it is."

She said nothing.

"So, maybe it is something you can't tell her, or anyone at 
school.  Maybe, though, it is something you could tell me."

She looked over at Emily, who was still focused on the 
movie.  She leaned, and whispered in my ear, "I fell in 
love, with a girl."

It didn't really surprise me.  All the signs were there.  I 
wondered if she had told the girl?  Was she straight?  Not 
interested?  Or had Claire just been too reluctant to even 
try.  I'd been through all of those growing up.

I didn't say anything.  At some point Emily was bound to 
overhear.  I just squeezed her two hands with mine, and 
leaned into her.  She was a little angel.  Whoever her first
lover turned out to be, she would be a lucky girl.




After the movie I prepared dinner.  Claire went upstairs and
Emily came in to help me.  I put her to work cutting 
vegetables.  I cooked up some chicken and rice on the stove.

 After a while she asked, "You like Claire, don't you?"

I believe in being honest, but the question startled me.  I 
responded, "Of course. I like both of you.  You're both very
lovely."

She got quiet.  I hated lying.

"You know I'm lying, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"So yeah, I like her.  I think she is beautiful."

"I wish you two were together."

My heart fluttered.  Me too!

"You know we can't.  She is too young."

"Yeah, I know."

She paused, then went on, "She likes you too, you know.  She
didn't say anything, but I can tell."

"It seems she does, yes."

I brought dinner to the table, then called out to Claire to 
come down.

We sat around the kitchen table, and ate.  When we finished 
dinner, we went back to the TV room to watch Amalie.  I sat 
with them on the couch again, and Emily slid up against me, 
pushing me toward her sister.  Claire looked at me 
sheepishly, and once again took my hand.  The movie was so 
full of love and sweetness.  Claire rested her head on my 
shoulder, and I snuggled up against her.  Emily looked at us
and smiled.




I held out for three days.  I consider that a heroic feat of
self-control.

We were, the three of us, on the couch again watching TV.  I
put my arm around Claire, and she turned her head to me and 
kissed me.  I embraced her.  I kissed her back, deeply and 
passionately, pulling her sweet little body against mine.  I
heard Emily sigh.

"Emily, dear," I said to her, "I'm going to take your sister
upstairs for a while.  Will you be OK down here?"

"Yes," she said, positively beaming.

I led Claire upstairs to my room and closed the door.

"That is a very pretty dress," I said to her.  It was the 
same cream colored one she'd worn the day I met her.

"Thanks," she said, "It is one of my favorites.  I've had it
a long time."

I kissed her again.

"Let's get you out of it," I said.

I turned her around and undid the snaps, and let the dress 
fall to the floor.  She stepped out of it, a perfect little 
angel.  She was on the cusp of puberty.  Her breasts were 
still little nubs under each nipple.  I took one into my 
mouth and gently sucked.  She cooed gently, and wrapped my 
head in her arms.

I sat her down on the edge of my bed, dropped to my knees, 
and grasped her panties with both hands.  I kissed both of 
her thighs.

"Can I take these off?" I asked.

"Yes," She said, without a hint of shyness.

There was a delicate halo of black hair around her pussy.  
It was very pretty, small, and pink.

"You're just starting to develop," I said.

"Yeah," she responded, "It started about 3 months ago."

"You'll want to just lay back, sweetie.  Try to relax and 
feel good."

She did.  I licked her.  I kissed.  I sucked gently.  I took
my time, trying to give her such small measures of delight.
This would be her first climax .. with another person.  I 
wanted it to be magical.

It wasn't too long before she was moaning intensely, and I 
could tell it was close.  It seemed a gentle one, when it 
arrived.  She didn't cry out or thrash around.  She just let
out a long intense moan, and I felt the contraction pass 
through her body.  Then she relaxed and started laughing.  
She just said, "Wow."

I crawled up onto the bed.  I embraced her and kissed her 
sweet mouth, slipping my tongue delicately in.  I looked 
into her eyes, lovingly.  I gently stroked her.

"Claire," I said.

"Yes?"

"Now it's my turn."

I got up and undressed, with her laying on the bed watching 
me, smiling.  I lay down on the edge.  She got to the floor,
and spread my legs wide, just looking at my pussy.  I 
marveled at her beautiful face.  She smiled.  She got a 
great big grin, and leaned in and licked.  It was heavenly.
Her tongue was so small and soft.  Her eyes, looking up at 
me, were so lovely.  Pure delight spread softly from my 
pussy across my body.  The orgasm came slowly, but when it 
arrived I cried out in ecstasy.

We lay together for a while, just kissing and touching.  We 
sucked on each other's nipples.  We embraced, and I 
whispered to her how beautiful she was.  Then it was her 
turn again.

I kissed her feet, sucking on her small little toes.  I ran 
my tongue up her leg, to her pussy.  I ate her.  After a 
long, lingering time, she came again.

She didn't know that some things were "kinky" and others 
were not.  She just knew what felt good.  I turned her over 
and spread her ass cheeks.  She giggled in embarrassment, 
feeling exposed.  When I licked her anus, however, she 
moaned and cooed and squirmed around.  I licked her ass and 
pussy until she came again.

"Would you do the same to me?" I asked her.

The throws of passion were upon her, and she exclaimed, 
"Yes!"

Her tongue pressed up against my anus, probing, and licking.
She ran it up and down my pussy, then over my asshole again.
I moaned.

"Claire, dear."

"Yes?"

"Would you put two fingers in my pussy and move them around,
and keep licking my ass."

"Alright."

I came again.  If just a week ago someone had told me I'd be
laying here climaxing, with a twelve year old girl's tongue 
in my ass, I would have thought them insane.  I grasped the 
bed sheets and cried out in ecstasy.

We fell into each other's arms.  We kissed.




We made love three times a day.  I would wake her in the the
morning, with touches and gentle kisses, and make love to 
her before school.  After we got home, each day, we would 
rush up to my room and collapse into each other's arms, 
frantically pulling off each other's clothes.  Then each 
evening before bedtime, we would go again, and then fall 
asleep together, gently.  The remaining time we spent with 
Emily, hugging her, playing games, or watching TV.

I bought a calendar, and marked off the day when their 
mother would return.  As each day passed, I put a red X.  
Emily said it was like the opposite of Christmas.  It was 
the day when they take your presents away.

So with only two days left, we are desperate.  We know this 
can not continue.  It never really could.  I don't know what
will happen afterward, if these girls can keep this secret.
It is possible that my future will be dark, with an ugly 
trial and a jail cell.  Right now I don't care.  I still 
have them.

I take them to the couch, both of them, embracing them.  I 
have no more self-control.  I include Emily.  She is just so
happy to be loved.  I caress them, touching their young 
bodies, making them feel good.  I kiss their soft, sweet 
mouths.  They are little angels.  I kiss them, and kiss 
them, and kiss them
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