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Young Jaclyn certainly has an admirable work- ethic, a strong believer in keeping her finger on the pulse, as it were. Since the story continues on directly from the last paragraph of Part 2, a grasp of what has gone before is really mandatory. (Mff, ped, inc, bi, mast) *** Sometimes there simply isn't any adequate response to fully address the situation at hand. Thus it was, as my seven-year old daughter's eyes rapidly dilated in response to the (now fully un-interactive) diorama on the coverlet. "Jaclyn's got nothing ON daddy!!!" she spluttered. "And why's mommy getting ready to have a shower?" The very innocence of her words brought a shared moment of relief. Jaclyn giggled, drawing her legs up and hugging her knees defensively. Katie more or less slid off the far-side of the bed choking back a full-on cry of laughter. With just her head and shoulders visible above the bed linen, she reminded me of a swimmer at Bondi Beach caught in a rip and looking out desperately for the nearest life-saver. I was still modestly attired – I could afford to crack a smile. "Well sweetheart," I responded slowly, "I suppose it's a bit like when Jaclyn tickles you. Sometimes grown-ups play games like that too." "But Jaclyn's not a grown-up is she?' Kylie fired back with unerring logic. We were quite obviously needing to consider Law-School for her further down the track. "I guess not sweetie," I was forced to concede, "But mommy and I were only making Jaclyn feel happy – just like she wanted us to." I realized, even as I exited that last syllable, the trap I had set for myself. "Can you make ME feel happy daddy?" she asked, those pouty little lips dripping with excess sugar. I was on death row. "Well no we can't honey...its...er, how do I say this?" I glanced around, but there was no-one on site to prompt or bail me out of the hellish corner I had backed myself into. "The fact is baby, we just can't do things like that. Stuff we do with Jaclyn is not allowed with you. The Police would come and take mommy and daddy away for a long time." My daughter's eyes were the size of saucers at this juncture. Again though, her innate sense of reasoning kicked in. "But how would they KNOW daddy?" she asked. Game, set and match! "They have a way of finding out sweetheart," I told her. "People say things by accident and stuff you don't want other people to know is suddenly no secret any longer." I latched on to the sudden hiatus in questioning. "Anyway Kylie, you have to get back to sleep now. Jaclyn needs to go home and mommy and daddy are both very tired, so let's get you back to your room huh?" So saying I got off the bed, took her hand and began leading her away from the playing field. She had one last parting gem for us. "Can I watch you make Jaclyn happy next time she comes?" she pleaded, turning around as she spoke. Jaclyn giggled once more, Katie let out a sigh of shocked disbelief, leaving me to make a suitable reply. I opted for the standard parental cop-out. "We'll see sweetheart," I muttered, "That's up to Jaclyn anyway, not me. Now come-on, get that little tail into bed. Without thinking I gave her pert rear end a swat with my hand. God, Talk about pouring fuel on the fire! "Ouch" she giggled patting her bottom. "Goodnight mommy, 'night Jaclyn," she called-out across the lounge-room en route to the staircase. Following behind, I propelled her into bed and bequeathed her a good-night kiss, tucking in the covers as I did so. Returning to the bedroom, it appeared both girls had made themselves decent in the interim. Watching Jaclyn as she zipped her skirt back up was no great hardship. I was only sorry to have missed the bra and panties recovery program. "I suppose I'd better be getting home," she said to Katie, with what almost amounted to resigned obligation. "Mom and Dad were expecting me back by ten-thirty at the latest." Getting on as it was for 11.15 pm, I could understand her concern. Though remarkably difficult to ignite spontaneous chat-mode with any under-age babysitter that you have just spent the last hour or so undressing, molesting and sexing-up generally, I managed a smile coupled with a mumbled "Of course sweetie, I'll drop you home right away." Katie I noticed, shot me one of her trademark "That's right away Noel, no "just-one-for-the-road type gigs" glances. She can be such a little bitch sometimes. As you might imagine though, having a fully fledged Lolita sitting within arm's reach, smiling contentedly and fully cognizant of her own youthful charms, as you negotiate even a couple of streets – is temptation incarnate. "That was SO hot tonight," she muttered, as we threw a left on to 9th Avenue. There was no one around. Parking kerbside I pulled her across the seat. Those sexy little lips were no less adventurous then they had been but thirty minutes earlier. Time was of the essence! Squeezing gently the young girl's right breast, the sensation was I think as much to her liking as my own. She wriggled beneath my touch and as I kissed her with greater intent, I could not fail to notice her legs parting noticeably. Shifting base further south, I slipped a hand up between her thighs and locating those hot little panties, began indenting my way vertically. Such interesting terrain, a locale where heat, fantasy and illicit desire co-exist. "Not AGAIN?" she giggled, as I began easing her panties down her thighs. I had my hand inside her bra by this stage and was teasing both nipples unmercifully. It may have been a dark street devoid of humanity at that time of night, but in all honesty I don't think it would ever have mattered. Kicking her shoes off and with her panties down around her left ankle somewhere, Jaclyn lost no time in seating herself astride my lap. I don't even remember who performed the unzipping honors – not that too much honor was on display at that particular moment. What I do remember was her easing herself down with unerring accuracy upon something that most thirteen- year old girls would not normally be wanting to sit on. I felt her gasp as she was penetrated to what was probably her cervical depths. It took but ten seconds to extricate her breasts from any confining material on site, and at the point I was able to draw down upon her left nipple she was breathing like a young soul lost in Hell. What, I wondered, did that make me for taking her there? ** "Heavy traffic?" Katie enquired as I stepped back into the kitchen. "You just HAD to didn't you?" "Had to what?" I countered bravely. "You think I messed around with her in the car on the way home?? C'mon I've only been gone fifteen minutes tops." "Yeah for a FIVE minute trip – tops," she grinned. "Besides, you have a ridiculous expression on your face Noel - guilty as hell I call it." "If ya really want to know" I bluffed, angelic composure oozing from every pore, "We were just sitting out the front of her house for a few minutes talking about school and stuff – nothing to get yourself het up about. Trust me." "Day I trust you," she responded, "Is the day I need a frontal lobotomy." No more was mentioned on the subject till we hopped into bed. "What DID you do to her?" she whispered. "What DIDN'T I?" I said grinning, "Wanna hear the details?" "Of course," she replied, slipping her panties off once again. ** Given an inexplicable lull in our social calendar, Jaclyn's babysitting talents were not needed for almost three weeks. I for one, was already suffering early withdrawal symptoms. Deposited on our porch by her quite youngish father, it was all I could do to suppress a grin, wondering just how he would react were he privy to his teenage daughter's antics the past few visits. Only two possibilities came to mind - an AK47 with full clip or a digital-camera hosting a 4 gig memory card. The little minx had done it again. Contour-revealing skivvy with a tight little tartan skirt. She bounded over and gave us both a hug. "Get a grip," Katie whispered to me. Damn, if that wasn't exactly what I had in mind. "We'll be back around 10 pm kids," Katie called out as Jaclyn and Kylie high-tailed it up the staircase to the loft. Wasn't much of a dinner-party as I recall, but there again, who was paying that much attention? I can't speak for my wife, but I could barely wrench my thoughts away from what may or may not have been taking place back home. The food was passé, the conversation boring and still it was only 9.45.pm when we excused ourselves from the Hendersons, citing an early morning downtown appointment. "Think they've been up to anything covert in our absence?" I muttered to Katie as we reined-in the old Delta 88 to our rear driveway. She just rolled her eyes at me. "Don't you ever think of anything ELSE?" she asked. "Sure," I grinned. "Just this morning I was wondering how Jaclyn will look back on all this when she's in her twenties?" "You are soo sick," she replied. There being no-one in sight upon entry...kitchen, dining room and lounge all deserted, this really left few options. Can't say I took the stairs two at a time exactly but neither did I make hard work of the ascent. As the early explorers must have said when they first looked down from the rim of the Grand Canyon – "Hell, what a view!" Both girls were sound asleep on Kylie's bed, yet David Hamilton (See endnote) could not have orchestrated a more arousing aspect. Clad in just their panties, "erotic innocence" is the only way to describe what I saw before me. Kylie lay on her back, hair splayed every which way on her pillow, one arm at her side the other beneath Jaclyn who was lying on her side, snuggled up to the younger girl, her face nuzzled but centimeters from Kylie's left cheek. Awake, they could have kissed with but the slightest movement on either one's part. Jaclyn's fully exposed breasts, beautiful that they appeared in such angelic a profile, rested now almost touching my daughter's yet-to-be-puffy swellings that try as I may, I could not wrest my eyes from. Accentuated by each soft breath, Kyle's nipples undulated as if aware of the close proximity of the other girl's breasts and striving to make that most feminine of contact. Dominating everything else however, was the positioning of Jaclyn's right hand. Partially obscured by her pert little bottom, thrust out as it was in her gentle repose, I had to lean across to capture the moment in all its arousing immediacy. Though obviously fast asleep, her small hand lay casually across the front of my daughter's panties, her fingers resting where obviously they had been actively operational, at the point she had lost consciousness. Kylie's legs were parted – just sufficiently it would appear, to allow the other girl digital access. Perhaps that was simply wishful thinking on my part. So erotic was the scene before me, arousal was inevitable. I wanted to touch them. Desire for both girls transcended social dictates, marital strictures, parental responsibility... even common sense. Before me lay timeless Goddesses, two Fairy Queens, the procreational blueprint of life itself. This was God's greatest achievement surely? the realization of the perfect female form. For several minutes I indulged by senses, gently sifting strands of either girls' hair through my fingers, relishing the texture and sensory overload inherent in such contact. I smoothed my way with ultimate slowness, across the rear cheeks of our young baby-sitter, taking infinite care so as not to awaken her. It was not enough though. Forever condemning myself to Hell most likely, I lowered my left hand to that prominent curvature as it lay resident beneath my daughter's panties. Taking all the time in the world, I placed my hand atop Jaclyn's and by judiciously applying increased pressure, caused those girlish fingers to infiltrate that narrow cleft between Kylie's legs. Did I imagine those slim legs to part fractionally more? Certainly the slightest sigh was audible from the pillow. With increased confidence I pressed in harder, Jaclyn's fingers were clearly highlighting the indentation there between Kylie's legs. My own finger was almost making the illicit contact itself. I sensed quite suddenly, rather than notice, Jaclyn open her eyes. I looked down at her and put a finger to my lips. She understood. Turning her head then to the younger girl's aggravated sexual plight, she gave a stifled cry as she picked-up on the use I was putting her hand to. Her smiling acquiescence of the situation served only to triple my lustful needs. Whether to consign me to eternal damnation or simply to appease her own bisexual yearnings I couldn't say, but fixing me with a "tell me this isn't sexy" look, Jaclyn carefully tugged her right hand free from its protective duties beneath Kylie's shoulders and with not the least embarrassment (given her own exposed condition at least) began to manipulate Kylie's left nipple as she slept, fully unaware still of all around her. A sound behind me caused me to turn my head quickly. Katie stood there, if not in total shock then close to it. If she was aware of the fact, it wasn't immediately obvious but her right hand was well up between her own legs and I don't think she was checking for any rash. In the mouth of madness almost, I removed my hand from atop Jaclyn's and slipped it down the front of the young girl's panties, their being little more than an arm's length from my face after all. Making no move to stop me she simply parted her own legs marginally, enough let's say that I could get my index finger well inside her pussy. Unable to perform there-in the digital tango I may have wished for obvious reasons, I simply penetrated that sexy little cleft at the same time watching Jaclyn's fingers slip-slide their way along Kylie's now quite pronounced camel-toe. There came shortly thereafter, a point at which I not surprisingly became un-hinged. I have no idea what condition Katie was in. Retracting my hand from her panties I simply slipped my arms beneath Jaclyn's thighs and shoulders and literally scooped her from the bed. I don't think she even weighed much more than my daughter. Brushing past Katie, I maneuvered her down the staircase, taking the greatest of pleasure in watching those sexy little breasts jiggle en route to our bedroom. Dropping her on the covers, I had my weapon- of-choice to hand in less time than it took the babysitter herself to peel those tight little panties down to her ankles. One kick and they were consigned to the far side of the bed. Spreading her wide with what could only be described as her total complicity, I ...well, I guess the only really applicable phrase here is to say, "I fucked her senseless." Even as I transferred across more DNA residue than I knew I possessed, I heard movement behind me. My wife stood there in the doorway, half smiling, half bemused. "We really should talk about this," she said. *** Endnote: David Hamilton is the renowned British photographer of the erotique. He is the writer/director of the films "Laura" and "Bilitis" (c) Peter_Pan 2007 Available in softcover now: "The Best of Peter_Pan" http://www.lulu.com/content/679070 Visit also The NEW Peter Pan Website: http://www.geocities.com/phrenetic_ice/wopp.html *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 49