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gremlin · Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 1:34 am Post subject: Jenny's Bath

Here's another great story that I serendipitously (I LOVE the sound of that word. It's so lyrical compared to an ugly sounding word like "phlegm." But...I digress.) came across a couple of years in one of the sex story newsgroups.

I have previously posted 'Jenny' Bath' in that other form that had the word 'taboo' in its name, so some of you might have already read it.

For those people who haven't read it -- or would like to savor the story again -- here it is.

Enjoy!!

gremlin

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Subject: Jenny's Bath (ped) 264kb Date: Wednesday, July 14, 2004 9:28 PM

Jenny's Bath (ped)

JohnWizard13@hotmail.com

Chapter 1 "Splish, Splash, I was taking a bath."

"You want me to what?" I exploded.

Linda shrugged and explained again. And again. And once more for good measure.

"You're sure about this?" I asked again. She nodded tiredly. "And Dave is cool?" She nodded again. I shrugged and agreed.

A little later I took the girls to Dairy Queen for cones, then to my place for some TV. They settled down to watch `Totally Spies' and `Dexter's Laboratory'. I went into the bathroom and started filling the bath tub. I had some bubble bath left over from an old girlfriend and I added a handful.

When the tub was full of warm water and brimming with bubbles I went back into the living and plucked Diana from the sofa, her sister's didn't even seem to notice. I carried her, tucked under one arm to the bathroom and set her on the floor. She'd been so startled that she hadn't said a word.

"You..." I said, pointing at her, "...bath..." I said with a sweeping motion toward the tub, "...now." I added with a handclap. She giggled. "Wash good, and wear a towel when you're done. Your mom's bringing clean clothes in an hour or so." I finished normally. Diana giggled again and started to pull her t-shirt over her head before I could scoot out of the room.

I went back to the living. Carrie had taken over the sofa and Jennifer was sprawled on the floor, both with eyes glued to the TV. I shook my head and went to my desk to catch up on some paperwork, I was an independent real estate appraiser and never ever really caught up.

Dave and Linda had been good friends for years. Unfortunately Dave had been unemployed for almost nine months about the same time that Linda's hours got cut way back, and they had some bill problems. The mortgage was the biggest one and last month they lost the house, even though Dave had just got hired at the mill.

It could have been worse, a lot of families wound up living in their car or even a box, Dave and Linda had a travel trailer. A fourteen foot travel trailer. Imagine for a moment, two adults, three girls, one almost a teenager, and a large collie all living in a fourteen foot travel trailer, then talk to me about cruel and unusual punishment because of overcrowded prisons.

Then just to top things off, the showers at the trailer park had been broken for a week, which is how “Uncle” Paul wound with the three girls and bath time.

Diana at eight was no trouble. About fifteen minutes later she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a large beach towel, sarong style, with a smaller towel wrapped turban style over her hair. Her bare arms and shoulders had the pink glow from being washed hard. I patted her turban as she walked toward my recliner and I went to clean up the bathroom.

The bathroom looked like an eight year old had just had a bath. There was water everywhere. I take that back, there was one spot in front of the sink that was miraculously dry. I wiped down the floors and drained the tub. From the look of the water, you'd think the kid just had an oil change. Then I refilled the tub, added more bubble bath and went to collect the next victim.

Carrie was still laying on the sofa, her feet on the armrest, so I grabbed the feet and lifted. "Hey." she shouted. Her sisters looked at her suspended in the air then went back to Dexter and his lab.

I carried her inverted to the bathroom. Once inside, I considered dunking her head first, but decided to be nice, and righted her and set her down. "Your mom says she can't stand your pigpen act one more night."

"Pigpen?" she asked.

"Pigpen." I repeated, "You know, Charlie Brown, Snoopy, Pigpen." She looked blank, I guess Pokeman and others had done in the old classics. I pointed at the water and she nodded. I gave her the instructions about her dirty cloths and left her alone. Ten year olds need their privacy.

When I went back into the living room I stood behind Diana in the recliner and watched Dexter for a few minutes. I didn't get it. Beneath me, Diana had pulled off her turban and was drying her long blond hair. The girls couldn't look less like sisters, Diana was a blond, Jennifer was a brunette and Carrie had flaming red hair. They were all cute but in very different ways, Diana was small boned and petite, and Carrie had an athletic build. Jennifer was somewhere in the middle. Diana had long hair that almost reached her waist and Carrie was so short it almost looked boyish, and again Jennifer was in the middle with medium length hair that just touched her shoulders. As I watched Diana dry her hair I noticed some red marks on her shoulder. "Lean forward." I instructed and pushed her forward a little. Three deep scratches started at the top of her shoulder blade and disappeared under her towel. "I'm going to look under here." I told her, and pulled the towel away from her back. The scratches extended halfway down her ribs. "How did you do that?" I asked.

"Do what?" she asked as she sat back and looked up at me.

"That." I said and pressed down on one of the scratches.

"Oww." She complained and tried to look over her shoulder but of course couldn't. I had a small angled mirror among my tools that I used to look at inconvenient places in houses, and I handed it to her. She held it up over her shoulder and looked down at her back. "Wow. I don't know." she shrugged.

The scratched looked fresh, so I figured she's done it sometime today. I went to the bathroom and knocked.

"Yes." Carrie called out.

"Could I come in for a minute?" I asked, "I won't look."

"No problem." she called back, "I'm covered in bubbles anyway."

I walked in and she was laying back against the edge of the tub with bubbles up to her neck. "I could stay like this forever." she moaned.

"Well, don't forget to wash." I reminded. "After all, that's why you're here." I said as I looked through my cabinet for the aloe vera.

She leaned forward and the bubbles started moving around over what I thought were her legs. I found the aloe vera and started toward the door. She leaned back and the bubbles didn't move with her so that now her chest was bare. She didn't notice, but I couldn't help but notice that here flat chest had started to get a little puffy and that she actually had nipples. "Uncle Paul, can I do this again tomorrow?" she asked as she rubbed her belly with a wash cloth.

"If it's okay with your mom, it's okay with me."

"How about the next day?"

"You're pushing it." I told her.

"Pleasssssse."

I've always been a sucker for a long drawn out `please'. "I don't mind if you keep coming back until your shower is fixed."

She grinned. Then frowned. "What about after they're fixed? I like baths better."

I stepped up to the tub. "Well, maybe not every day, but at least once a week if your parents say okay."

"You're the best pretend uncle ever." she said and started to stand up to hug me. She got about half and then remembered that she was naked and sat back down. "I owe you a hug." she said with a self conscious smile.

"I hold you to that." I said as I left, smiling at the mental picture of a bubble covered bald little pussy. `You've known her since she was five' I reminded myself, but the picture stayed. I took the aloe vera over to Diana and had her lean forward as I rubbed it into her scratches. I pulled the towel away from her back and she let it fall into her lap.

When I finished and she sat back, she didn't bother pulling it up again and I could compare her chest to her sisters. Hers looked flat as a board except for the outline of her ribs and her nipples looked like they had been painted on. I smiled to myself, reminded myself again that I'd known her since she was three and went back to my paperwork, on which I couldn't concentrate.

I realized that I had committed myself to bath time every day for awhile. I was pretty sure that Linda would jump at the chance when Carrie asked. What was I getting myself into?

It was almost twenty minutes later when Carrie came out of the bathroom. She had another of my big beach towels wrapped sarong fashion around her and a smaller towel draped on her head. Diana had moved over to lay on the sofa, so Carrie took her position in the recliner.

I went to the bathroom expecting the worst but was pleasantly surprised. The floor was dry and the tub was already drained. It even looked like Carrie had taken the time to wipe down the tub.

I filled it for the third time, thankful that I had a big water heater and added the last of the bubble bath. When it was ready I took a deep breath and went to collect Jenny. She was laying on her stomach on the floor and I leaned up and scooped her up in one motion, being careful to pick her up by her stomach and thighs.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she shouted.

"Picking you up." I answered, as I carried her toward the bathroom. "And watch your language."

"What for?" she demanded, but I didn't answer. Jennifer's grades might not show it, but Jenny was a very intelligent girl. I knew that she'd seen her sisters running around in towels and could put two and two together.

I walked into the bathroom and kicked the door closed behind me before setting the squirming girl down on the floor. "Bath, now." I said, pointing at the tub while backing toward the door.

"No way." she responded. With a little stomp of her foot.

"Jenny..." I started.

"Jennifer." she interrupted.

"Jennifer, your mom wants you take a bath." I said reasonably.

"Then my mom can get our house back."

"You know that she can't" I answered, wondering if stubborn and twelve year old girl were synonyms.

"Then I won't take a bath." she stated calmly.

"Jennifer, you won't believe just how much your mom wants you to take this bath." I said, hoping she'd take the hint.

"How much?" she asked sarcastically.

"She told me that you either take a bath, or I give you one. You're twelve years old, you really don't want me to give you a bath like a baby, do you?"

"You wouldn't dare?" she said with a set face.

"Jennifer, you've known me since you were seven years old. Do you really think I wouldn't dare?"

"I'll call the cops, the CSD, the FBI." she shouted.

"But you'll be clean when you call." I informed her. "Who’s giving this bath, you or me?" I asked one last time, knowing the answer.

Jennifer turned her back to me and stomped her foot again. I sighed and stepped behind her and in one fluid motion grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head and then down her arms.

She whirled around in fury. "You can't do that." she shouted.

"Promise to take your bath and I'll leave you alone right now." I told her, dropping her t-shirt to the ground and trying not to look at her breasts encased in a flimsy pink bra.

"No."

I stepped up to her and reached around her back with both hands to unfasten her bra. Fortunately, I'd had a little practice in this department. As the clasp came undone, Jenny hit me in the shoulder with her fist and tried to bring her knee up into my crotch. There are advantages to being tall, she didn't reach. I grabbed her arms and pinned them against her side, her bra was barely hanging on the front of her shoulders and wasn't doing a very good job of covering, I saw a flash of nipple.

"Jennifer Marie." I said looking her straight in the eyes. "I promised your mom that you would be clean when you left this afternoon. But I also told her that you might be black and blue, do you get my drift." I squeezed her arms hard against her sides and she winced, then nodded. I relaxed my hold. "I'd prefer that you did this yourself." I told her and she stared back defiantly. "Okay, if you change your mind, just let me know."

I released her arms and reached forward to slide her bra down her arms. She didn't resist. I tried not to look at her tits as I reached for the button on her jeans. They were beautiful and very large for her age. About the size of half softballs, with nice pointy erect nipples surrounded by large dark brown areolas. I thought to myself that if she were six years older I'd start washing those tits with my tongue.

Hell if she was four years older, I wouldn't hesitate.

If she was two years older, I'd hesitate, but probably give in to temptation. I've never been good with temptation. It started me thinking.

I unfastened the top button then reached down slid the zipper down, trying my best not to put any pressure on her crotch. Then I turned her around so I wouldn't be tempted by those beautiful tits of hers.

As I skinned her tight jeans down her legs, I was wondering. Society, or at least the legislature of my state, said that eighteen year olds were fair game. But I knew that I'd have no moral qualms about a willing sixteen year old. And from the thoughts I was having, a willing fourteen year old was just as much in season. But I was telling myself that a twelve year old was off limits. Was that the dividing line, they had to be a teen, or was it that I'd known Jenny for so long.

I tried to shake off my thoughts as I lifted first one leg then the other out of her jeans. Then I made the mistake of looking up and I started wondering why twelve was off limits. Right next to my face was her ass. This was not a twelve year old ass. Encased in lime green panties that didn't quite cover the top of her crack. And I could follow the shadow of her crack down until it disappeared between her legs.

I gulped and reached up, grabbed the waistband of those panties and yanked down. I let go and they fluttered down and settled around her feet. Her ass was everything I'd thought and that dividing line was getting less definite.

I stood up behind her. "Are you going to get into the bath?" I asked, almost in a whisper. I had trouble getting saliva to lubricate my throat.

"What do you think." she retorted without turning around.

I put my hands under her armpits and lifted her, making sure that my fingers stayed above her tits. I was trying to be good. I lifted her up and over and into the tub. As her legs disappeared into the bubbles, I had a quick look at the lush triangle of brown hair that outlined her pussy.

I set her down and stood up. She sat there for over a minute, then looked up at me. "Did you enjoy your look? You pervert." she accused.

I didn't hesitate. "Yes, I did. You have a beautiful body."

She looked startled that I hadn't denied it.

"Are you going to wash your beautiful body, or will I have to?" I asked, hoping that she'd back down because I wasn't sure how much more will power I had.

She folded her arms across those beautiful tits and pouted.

I picked up a bar of soap and knelt next to the tub. I dipped the bar into the water between her legs, giving her one last chance to change her mind. When she didn't, I pushed her forward and started running the soap across her back and down, beneath the water to her butt. By now my hands were soapy enough that I set the bar on the edge of the tub and rubbed her shoulders with my hands. Again I went below the surface, soaping the back of her waist, then her butt cheeks. Finally I pushed a soapy finger along her ass crack. Jenny jumped but didn't say anything.

I picked up a wash cloth and started rubbing her, starting at her shoulders and working down again. Finishing by rubbing the rough cloth along the crack of her ass. The thought kept hammering at my brain that to be really thorough I should clean her asshole, but somehow I resisted. Long before I finished I had a huge erection in my jeans.

"Are you having fun, pervert?" she asked, glancing down at my tented out pants.

"Actually I am." I admitted. "You've got a great ass." Again her stone face cracked a little at my honesty. "Don't you think you should do the front?" I offered, no longer sure what I wanted her to answer.

As an answer, she set her face again and settled back in the tub letting her arms drop to her sides and her breasts standing up perkily. I sighed and reached for the soap. I started rubbing it on her shoulder and then her underarms. I ran it down both arms, then I took a deep breath and started soaping up her tits. Her nipples were already erect and I heard her stifle a moan as I rubbed them with soap. By now I was so turned on that I felt like my cock was going to rip through the denim fabric of my jeans.

I've been very lucky in my life about sex. I've known hundreds of girls in my twenty six years. There was a time when I was fourteen when I gave tongue baths to three varsity cheerleaders at the same time. But I don't think I've ever been as turned on as I was right now. I spent a lot of time getting her tits soapy, especially her nipples. I could tell it was an effort for Jenny to maintain her stone face.

Then I moved the soap down her stomach and outside her right leg. I soaped her foot good, then started back up the inside of the leg. As I got to her thigh, I could feel her tense up, but she didn't say anything. I ran the bar of soap all over her thigh, then down across the skin that separated her ass crack from her slit.

I was having trouble controlling my breathing, but from the look on her face, so was Jennifer. I rubbed the soap across her slit, being careful not to touch her myself, then up and around her pelvis. Then I reached across the tub and soaped the outside of her other leg down to her foot and back up, repeating her pussy and pelvis.

Still she didn't say a word, so I soaped up my hands and started at the top again.

This time my hands rubbed themselves all over her tits and I worked my soapy fingers on her nipples. Then down her stomach. I skipped her outer legs, I didn't have that much will power and started with a hand on each inner thigh. Then my fingers closed on her pussy and as I felt that soft downy fuzz I shot my load into my jeans. I stayed frozen, my hand on her pussy but not moving as my balls pumped out load after load into my shorts.

"Think I'm clean enough?" she asked just as I got my breath back. Her breathing wasn't much better.

"Almost." I grunted as I worked my finger about an inch between her pussy lips. She gasped as my finger grazed her clit, but I pulled it out as if nothing had happened and finished soaping her pelvis.

Then I started with the wash cloth. As I worked her nipples between my fingers through the rough material, she stiffened and stopped breathing for several seconds and then relaxed. A small smile on the corner of her mouth. I wondered if she orgasmed.

I tried to pretend I was all business, continuing down her stomach, washing the outside of her right leg then her left. But I knew that no matter how hard I tried, as I started back up those inner thighs, my smile was anything but professional. I wiped her thighs, then her pussy, thinking that apparently the dividing line had moved down below twelve. At least well developed twelve’s like Jennifer.

I finished and stood up. I reached down and picked up the young girl and lifted her out of the tub. Then I started toweling her dry. I wrapped her sarong style with another towel, draped another towel over her head and swatted her on the but. "You can go now." I told her as I reached down to let the water out of the tub.

As she opened the door, I could see her sisters were dressed and sitting by their mother on the sofa. Looking at me, and not realizing she was there, Jenny said, "I told you I wouldn't take a bath."

"And I told you, little girl, that you'd leave her clean."

Chapter 2 "Rub-a-dub-dub, Just Relaxing in the Tub"

After she'd gotten Jennifer dressed and hustled the all the kids out to the car, Linda looked at me and sighed. "Carrie says you volunteered for this again tomorrow."

"She looks so sad when she begs."

"Sad but true." Linda agreed. "All the girls?"

"Do you think Jennifer will take her bath."

"Jenny can be a stubborn little bitch."

"Was that witch or bitch?" I asked with a smile.

"Both." Linda said with a smile. "Can I send her too?"

I hesitated. "It probably wouldn't be a great idea. Bitch or not, she's growing up into a young woman and I don't think it's a great idea to have a dirty old man giving her baths." Saying no to the chance of bathing Jennifer was one of the hardest things I'd ever done.

"You're not old." Linda assured me. "And she may look like a young woman, but she hasn't learned to act like one yet. She needs to learn that she can't always have her way. Forcing her to take a bath is one part of the lesson."

"To be perfectly honest Linda, the problem is that she looks like a young woman, no matter how she acts. I hope you won't take offense, but I had a major hard-on while scrubbing your daughter. That's why I don't think it's a good idea that it happen again." Damn I hate being mature and responsible.

Linda laughed and I felt myself turn red, which made her laugh harder. "I know what my daughter looks like, so that fact she gave you a woody doesn't surprise me all that much." I was beginning to wonder if Linda was related to Peggy Bundy. She took a deep breath and got the last of her laughter out of her system. "I really appreciate what you did today, and I know Dave will too. And I know it will be hard on you..." sub-consciously she glanced at my crotch and then started giggling again. "... but if you'd do it again tomorrow I'd owe you big time."

"The problem is, I don't know if I can control myself." I admitted, almost whining.

"I trust you. I know you'd never do anything to hurt Jenny or the other girls." That was true, I'd never hurt Jenny, except maybe breaking her hymen, but that only hurt for a minute. As the thought popped into my head, I turned red again, and damn if Linda didn't look like she guessed what I was thinking.

"Being twelve, living in the trailer is probably hardest on Jenny. This will be good for her."

"Just how long do you think this will go on?" I asked, wondering just how long I could hold out.

"The showers should be fixed next week. Then if it's too hard..." she glanced down at my crotch again and smiled, "...too hard on you, we'll deal with her there. But Carrie said that you promised, even after the showers got fixed they could still take baths here."

"I told Carrie, that if you said it was okay, they could come once or twice a week after the showers got fixed. She said she likes baths more."

"She loves baths." Linda corrected. "And I sure don't mind, but if the other girls come, I'd like to send Jenny too, if it's not too hard..." cough, "too much trouble."

I sighed. "As long as you realize that a twenty-six year old man was alone with your naked twelve year old daughter, rubbing every inch, and I do mean every inch of her body and thinking thoughts that don't belong in a Disney movie."

The next afternoon, Linda dropped the kids, including Jennifer off about four. This time she left a supply of clean underwear and clothes too. Carrie immediately took up the sofa and settled in with the remote, switching between MTV and the cartoon network. Jennifer wanted to play games on my computer and I told her okay. Diana looked up at me and said, "Me first?"

"You first." I agreed and hand in hand the two of us headed for the bathroom. I started filling the tub and realized that I'd used the last of the bubble bath yesterday. "Sorry squirt, no bubbles today. I told her.

"No bubbles?" she repeated with a pout. Diana has these pale blue eyes, and when she pouts, it's hard to take. I left her to watch the filling tub and went out to the living room. "Jenny, I mean Jennifer, would you do me a big favor?" I asked from behind her. She seemed immersed in some gory shooting game. I knew I didn't have any such game and figured she'd gone online.

She paused the game and spun around in my chair. "You might as well call me Jenny. After all, we've been intimate."

"Intimate?" I asked.

"At least I'd say so."

"Okay, Jenny. Would you do me a big favor." she cocked her head and listened. I reached into my pocket and pulled out some money. I peeled a twenty and held it out to her. "You know where the store is?" she nodded. "Would you run over as fast as you can and get some bubble bath, I'm all out." Jenny gave me a strange look, probably wondering why I had bubble bath in the first place, then snatched the twenty and headed for the door.

I live in a big two story house set in an acre of woods. Just behind my stand of trees in the back is the parking lot for a big supermarket/variety store so I knew it would only take a couple of minutes.

I went back to the bathroom, and Diana had turned off the water and was sitting on the toilet taking off her shoes and socks. I nodded, without telling her that I'd sent out for bubbles. "Anything you need?" I asked before I beat my retreat.

She started to answer, changed her mind and went back to pouting. As I closed the door, she was standing up to finish getting undressed. I went back to the living and stood watching the TV from behind the sofa. "Now that's a cartoon." I said. Carrie looked up at me and nodded then returned her eyes to the screen. On the screen, Jonny Quest was sneaking into a building. Of course, Jonny was always sneaking into something. I stepped around the sofa, lifted Carrie's feet and sat down, setting her feet in my lap.

When Jenny got back five minutes later, Jonny was running and the bad guys were shooting. I wondered why the villains didn't enroll their men in shooting classes. It seemed like they always put out a lot of bullets, but never hit anything.

Jenny reached over the sofa and taped my shoulder with a bottle. I scooted out from under Carrie's feet and took it from her, starting for the bathroom. Then she held out fourteen dollars in change. I was amazed. I really hadn't expected change. When I was a kid, my mom practically had to call the cops if she wanted change from a store run. I reached out and snatched the ten from her hand. "Thank you." I told the surprised girl.

At the bathroom door, I knocked, "can I come in?"

"Okay." she singsonged. I stepped in unscrewing the cap. "I've got something for you" I said.

I walked to the tub and poured some of the liquid in. I resealed the cap, reached down and started churning the water. "Bubbles!" she said in an excited voice and started her own stirring. I grinned and left her to her bubbles, trying not to think about the bald little pussy I'd just seen beneath the water. At least the water wasn't as murky as it ad been yesterday.

She came out about ten minutes later, a towel wrapped around her waist and a turban on her head. Carrie and I had just finished watching Jonny Quest and started Spongebob Squarepants, a show that I didn't get, though I had several adult friends who thought it was great.

Diana settled in the recliner and started drying her hair and I got out from under Carrie's feet to go clean the bathroom.

"You better cover up your boobies." Carrie warned her little sister, "Or I'll tell mom."

"Mom won't care." her sister retorted. "It's just Uncle Paul." I wasn't sure if I should take that as a complement or not. "Besides, I don't have any boobies."

"Leave her alone." Jennifer warned from my computer and Carrie dropped it and went back to her show.

I drained and refilled the tub, making sure to add bubble bath, then cleaned the bathroom floor.

When I went back out, Carrie was laying on her stomach on the sofa. I swatted her butt and told her it was her turn. Reluctantly, she pulled her eyes from the television, but then skipped to the bathroom. I settled on the coach, and a few minutes later a still wet bundle of eight year old settled on my lap. I took the towel out of her hands and started vigorously drying her hair, then her back. I was just starting to wonder if I should do her front next, after all, she may not have any boobies but it was still a private area, when I heard Carrie calling me. I deposited Diana on the sofa and went to the bathroom.

I knocked, and she invited me in. She was leaning back against the end of the tub, her `boobies' in plain sight. "Uncle Paul, will you give me a bath?" she asked holding out the soap and a washcloth in her hands.

I grinned in spite of myself. "No, you're too big for a grown man to be giving you a bath."

"But you gave Jennifer a bath yesterday. And she's older than me."

"That was different. That was special. Your mom told me to." I explained. Knowing that it didn't make much sense.

"If mom says it's okay, will you give me a bath tomorrow?" she pleaded. "Okay." I agreed, knowing that her mom would say no. There was no reason for me to be giving Carrie a bath. "If your mom says okay." I added as I backed out, closing the door and wondering just when I fell through the rabbit hole and where the hell was Alice.

I glanced at Diana and Jennifer who were wrapped up in their cartoons and computer game respectively and trotted upstairs. I went into my bedroom and shut, and locked the door. I walked to the bed and fell down on it, then rolled over onto my back. I pushed my shorts and underwear down, lifting my ass enough to get them down to my thighs and inspected the flagpole that was pointing proudly at the ceiling.

Damn, I'm too old for this, I thought as I grasped my cock at the base and slowly ran my hand to the head. Or too young, I added to myself. Mentally I pictured Jenny's pert young body as I stroked my meat. As I remembered the feel of her skim in the bathtub my hand started moving faster up and down, again and again. Inter-spersed with visions of Jenny were snapshots of her sisters. Diana's bald little pussy, Carrie's barely grown `boobies', but always Jenny and the feel of her ass, her tits, her sweet young pussy.

Just as my cock exploded with cum, there was a knock at the door. I pumped vigorously and caught my breath, "Yes?"

Diana's voice, "Carrie's out of her bath." she said and I heard the doorknob rattle as she tried it.

"Thank you." I said as the last of my sperm pumped out of my dick. "I'll be right down." I sat up and kicked off my shorts and underwear. I picked up my briefs and used them to wipe my hand and cock clean, then I slipped into the shorts. I took a deep breath, I was ready for Jenny.

When I walked into the living room, Carrie was sitting on the recliner, drying her hair, a towel knotted around her waist. "I thought your mom wouldn't like your boobies hanging out?" I asked with a sarcastic tone.

"I decided..." she started, glancing down at them, "...that I didn't have enough boobies to worry about." Her breasts were barely puffy spots on her chest, but damn if her nipples didn't seem to be erect. I shook my head to clear it and went to the bathroom to ready it for the next victim.

When the tub was full again of hot soapy water, I went out for Jennifer. She was still at the computer. I walked up next to Jenny. She was in a gunfight with four ogre like things and they all had sub-machine guns. I watched as Jenny blasted one, then another. The third wounded her screen image in the arm, but she switched her gun to the other hand and finished him off and then the forth.

"If you're at a good stopping point, save the game." I instructed.

Jenny sighed and followed my instructions, then logged off the game site. I reached down and picked her up, placing my right hand unashamedly under her ass and carried her to the bathroom. "I can walk." she said stiffly.

"But would you?" I asked as we passed into the bathroom.

"Not sure." she admitted as I set her down and closed the door behind us.

I considered stripping her without saying a word, after all I had mom's blessing. But I decided that to be fair, I had to give her a chance. After all maybe I was reading too much into yesterday's experience.

"Are you ready for your bath?" I asked. I admit I was hoping for a negative answer.

"No." she said, making my day."

"Jenny, I'm serious. You know, I'll do this. Will you take a bath?" I asked, giving her one last chance.

"No." she said and stuck her tongue out at me.

Today she was wearing cut-offs and a black t-shirt. I stepped up to her and grabbed the bottom of the shirt and lifted. She didn't resist and lifted her arms over her head as I pulled the shirt up. No bra. I dropped the shirt on the floor and stared down at her pert young tits, her nipples definitely erect. I briefly imagined caressing them and sucking the nipples.

"You could at least wipe that grin off your face." she said snidely.

"No, I don't think I can." I admitted as I dropped to my knees and undid the top button on her cut-offs. I unzipped them and opened them into a V and started sliding them down her legs. Her panties today were baby blue and I wanted to pull them off with my teeth, but figured that might be a bit much, even with mom's backing. As the cut-offs reached her knees, I released them and let them drop to the ground.

Then I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties on the side of her hips and started pulling, enjoying the uncovering of her pussy. It was even more beautiful than I remembered. As I pulled the panties to the ground, Jennifer lifted her right foot and I pulled panties and cut-offs off it, then she repeated with the left foot. For someone who was supposed to be fighting me, she was being very cooperative. Maybe I wasn't reading too much into the situation. My cock had already grown back to its full length.

I stepped to her side and slid my right hand under her pussy and my left hand on her back and lifted her up and over the rim of the tub. As I sat her down, my hand lingered against the lips of her pussy and the soft down of her pubic hair.

"I think I'm in the tub." Jennifer reminded me. Reluctantly I moved my hand, my fingertips trailing against her slit.

I took a deep breath and picked up the soap and started washing her back. I used the same routine as yesterday except when I got to her ass crack. I soaped it good with my fingers, and Jenny shifted slightly lifting up one of her cheeks from the floor of the tub, so I took the opportunity to push a soapy finger into her asshole up to the first knuckle.

Jenny looked shocked as I entered her, but I smiled and said, "Can never be too clean."

"Pervert." she accused, but didn't try to pull away as I wiggled the tip of my finger in her ass. We stayed like that for over a minute, Jennifer awkwardly sitting on one cheek, my finger intruding into her body, not invading further, but not retreating either.

Finally I pulled it out. "All clean." I assured her. She gave me a funny look, but shifted to a more comfortable position.

I retrieved the soap and lathered my hands again, then started working on her chest. Working each nipple between thumb and forefinger, gently tracing around her tanned brown areolas, soaping the breast themselves. Jenny's breathing became shorter, more ragged as I continued.

"Think they're clean enough?" I asked, slowing my ministrations.

"No." she managed to moan, so I continued for another minute before reluctantly moving down to her flat hard stomach. I quickly washed her stomach and legs, then moved to `X marks the spot. My soap lathered hand caressing her pussy mound. My fingers tangled in her soft brown hair. Jenny opened her legs as wide as the tub allowed and lifted her knees out of the soapy water. I pushed a soapy middle finger deep into her pussy and out again. Jenny's eyes had closed and her breathing had slowed to where I could barely hear it, so I stabbed my finger in again, gently exploring her cunt.

Once again I found her clit and I felt her shudder. She leaned forward and grabbed my arm, trapping my hand against her pussy and my finger deep inside her. I could feel her pushing her pelvis against my hand and I held it still, letting the little girl fuck herself against my finger.

Finally she opened her eyes and pushed my hand away. "Are you going o leave me in here all day." she asked rudely. "I'll get shriveled like a prune."

I picked up the wash cloth and gave her pussy a final wipe, then lifted her out of the tub and set her on the floor. I picked up a towel and started drying her. When I finished, I started to wrap another towel around as a sarong, but she pushed my hands down to her waist. I knotted the towel around her and looked into her face questioningly. "Boobies seem to be in today," she said with a smirk.

I'd cum in my shorts when my finger was in her asshole, but I'd gotten hard again when my finger explored her pussy. Now she looked down at my bulging shorts. "What's that?" she asked. She pointed, her finger inches away from my erection, "You've gotten all pointy and there's a big wet spot."

She moved her finger closer. My cock twitched in my shorts. Closer still, stopping when she was almost touching the tip. My cock twitched again. Jenny laughed, "You really should do something about that." she said and pulled her hand away. She turned and let herself out the door.

I kicked the door closed and dropped my shorts. My hand encircled my staff. Three strokes and I orgasmed, cum shooting out of my cock and into the used bath water. I milked my cock slowly, imagining Jenny's tight hot pussy and even tighter asshole.

I pulled my shorts up and went back to the living room. Diana and Carrie were sitting together in the recliner, both still wearing towels. Jenny was on the sofa. I sat down next to her, picked her up and deposited her on my lap. I took the towel that was draped on her head and started drying her hair.

I was still drying it when Linda walked in the front door, smiling at all her daughter's boobies. "You going to take your bath tomorrow like a good girl?" I whispered into Jenny's ear.

"Maybe, maybe not." she replied with a grin.

Chapter 3 "Jump in the Shower and the Blood Starts Pumpin' "

The next day when I stopped by the trailer to pick up the girls, I had a chance to talk to Linda again.

"I really think we shouldn't do this again." I told her seriously, afraid of what I might do. I mean Jenny was only twelve. "Why don't you come by the house and give Jenny her bath?"

"She'd never let that happen." Linda said seriously. "One of us would get hurt."

"But..."

"I trust you." I was readying my next argument when she added, "Good news though. They're supposed to have the showers fixed no later than Friday afternoon." Today was Monday that meant today and three more days of trying not to rape a naked little girl.

I loaded the girls in the car and we drove off to do a couple of errands before we went home. While I went into the bank, the girls wanted to run across the street to the multiplex and see what was playing and I agreed.

I took a long time in the bank, I have several accounts there and the bank had messed up and taken money out of one account instead of another. When I came out into the daylight again, the girls were just crossing the street to come back.

Diana skipped over to me as soon as they were across, "Uncle Paul?" she said in a sugary voice.

"Yes?"

"Could you take us to see `Cheaper by the Dozen'?"

"I don't think so..." I started when she added, "pleeeaasssse."

"I really..."

Carrie chimed in to, "pleeeaasssse." Now I had stereo.

"Girls, I..."

Jenny came in too, "pleeeaasssse."

Stereo plus one, what could I do. "We'll see what your mother says." I said passing the buck. We piled into the car, the younger girls in back and Jenny in the passenger seat. As I started the car and backed out of the parking space, Jenny took my cell phone out of the holder on the dash and called her mother.

"Hi mom. Uncle Paul said he'd take us to the movies this afternoon if it’s okay with you." pause, "PG," another pause, longer this time. "Cheaper by the Dozen, Steve Martin." a final pause, "Okay, I'll tell him." she disconnected and put my phone away.

"Well?" I asked.

"She says you're a mass-a-chist and okay." Jenny reported with a triumphant grin. "What's a mass-a-chist?"

"Masochist." I told her. "That's someone who likes pain."

"Weird," she said, then suddenly looked at me accusingly, "Is she calling us pains?"

"Sort of," I admitted.

Jenny shrugged then turned to her sisters, "We can go." The two younger girls cheered loudly.

We got to my house and started the ritual.

Diana took a fast bath and when I went in afterwards, for once it didn't look like the Mississippi River Delta after the levee broke. I cleaned up and got the tub ready for Carrie. When I went back to the living room, I told Carrie it was her turn and sat down and started drying Diana's hair.

A couple of minutes later, I heard Carrie call, "Uncle Paul." I shifted Diana off my lap and went to the bathroom. I knocked on the door and she shouted "Come in. As I walked in, Carrie was holding out the soap and a washcloth to me. "Give me a bath." she pleaded in the same sugary voice that Diana had used to ask for the movie.

"I told you, you'd have to ask your mom." I reminded her.

"I did, she said it was fine." Carrie said with satisfaction.

"Really?" I asked, amazed. Carrie nodded. "She didn't say anything to me."

"Call her." Carrie ordered, pointing to the cordless phone sitting by the edge of the sink. I hadn't noticed it before, Carrie must have known that I'd resist.

I picked up the phone and dialed, Linda answered and I said hello, "How did I know it was going to be you?" she asked with a laugh.

"Carrie says you want me to give her a bath." I blurted, not knowing how else to begin.

"I told her it was fine." Linda said.

"But..."

"Paul, I trust you." I said goodbye and hung up. I was getting real tired of those three words.

As I set down the phone, Carrie again held out the soap and washcloth to me. I considered saying no, but the look on her face made that impossible. I knelt next to the tub, wet my hands in the water and started lathering up. Carrie squirmed a little as I started rubbing my soapy hands around her back, she was terribly ticklish.

I grinned and enjoyed myself. Carrie had a nice body for a ten year old. I ran a soapy finger between her butt cheeks but didn't linger. When I got to her chest, I discovered that her nipples were erect and just as sensitive as Jenny's. Then without waiting, I plunged my hand into the water between her legs and started soaping her tiny little pussy. She was only ten so I didn't try to force my finger inside, but she seemed to enjoy the feeling of my rubbing against the outside of her pussy.

I took a last feel of her pussy, letting my fingertip trail up her slit, then sat back on my heels. Carrie was smiling, a huge satisfied smile. I stood up and lifted her out of the tub and started to dry her off. I was still kneeling and her pussy was right at eye level. It looked so soft, so tight, so vulnerable without a single hair guarding its passageway. I imagined my rock hard cock pushing into it, just how tight it would be. I wondered if I could get my cock in, or even a finger. I wanted to find out, but managed to control myself. I knotted a towel around her and swatted her butt to send her away.

Jenny came in while I was refilling the bathtub. Without another word, I kicked the door shut and started stripping the twelve-year-old's shirt off. "That's a hell of a battering ram you have there from giving a ten year old a bath." she accused, pointing her finger at my cock and moving it closer and closer until the tip of her finger grazed the fabric of my shorts over my cock head.

She was wearing the silky kind of gym shorts and I pushed them and her panties down, not even bothering to check out what color they were today. I pushed my hand between her legs, palm against her pussy and put my other hand on her back, ready to lift her into the tub. "Is that a problem," I asked as I held her.

"Not for me." she giggled and wiggled her pussy against my palm. I came with a sharp intake of breath and a moan. "Not for you either." She added, as a large wet spot appeared in the front of my shorts. I enjoyed my orgasm and the feel of her pussy and wondered if I should always wear underwear around these girls, or never wear it.

I lifted her into the tub, and by the time I had knelt beside it, I was hard again. I washed Jennifer quickly, just taking time for a quick feel of her asshole and a quicker feel of her pussy. I wanted to get out of there because I wasn't sure what I would do. I lifted her out of the tub and dried her off. "Not the most satisfying bath I've ever had." she commented, but I didn't care.

I didn't even bother draining the tub, I just opened the door and walked out into the living room. Carrie and Diana were sharing the sofa, towels knotted around their middles. "You girls better get dressed if we're going to a movie." I told them.

Jenny came up behind me. "Check out his tent pole." she said, pointing at my tented out shorts. The two younger girls giggled while Jenny grinned. I mumbled something about a shower and retreated upstairs.

In my room, I eased my shorts over my engorged cock and dropped them to the floor, then kicked them toward a pile of dirty laundry in the corner. My cock looked even bigger than usual. I walked into my bathroom. My bathroom was twice the size of the one downstairs, and contained an oversized shower and Jacuzzi tub. I started the shower and jumped in. The hot water felt good against my body. There were four shower heads in the stall so that hot water hit my body from every side.

I picked up a bar of soap, lathered my hands and started stroking my much abused cock. I could feel the stress of resisting my two little nymphets drain out of me. I stroked slowly, wanting the feeling to last, and the door opened.

Diana was standing there, still in her towel, just outside my shower, watching my hand as it continued to stroke my cock without conscious effort. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Before I could stammer out some excuse, Diana dropped her towel and stepped in with me. She reached for my cock and my hand slipped away. Hr tiny hand wrapped around the top of my cock and her thumb brushed against the tip and I shot my load right across her chest.

As load after load of white sticky cum shot out at the girl, her face was a mass of confusion. She didn't know whether to be excited, grossed out, or what. I understood completely, not sure what to feel myself as her hand remained on my shrinking cock.

After the last of my cum dribbled out of my shrunken cock, I took a washcloth and cleaned my mess from Diana's chest, thankful that none had gotten on her face or into her hair. I know there are girls that like cum facials, but I didn't think Diana would be one of them.

As I gently removed her hand from my cock, she said, "It got small." In that child's voice of wonder.

"They do that." I agreed and started drying her off, then myself. We walked into the bedroom where I got some clean shorts and a shirt. I didn't bother with underwear. We went downstairs where the other girls were dressed and waiting. Jenny raised an eyebrow at her naked sister but didn't say a word. I told Diana to hurry and get ready so we wouldn't miss the movie.

I didn't mention what had happened upstairs, because I didn't have a clue what to say. An eight year old had just jerked me off. Well, she didn't really jerk me off, but she held my cock until I came, that's almost the same thing. For the first time since all of this started, I wondered what the food was like in prison. Did they have a good library, maybe I could catch up on my reading?

Chapter 4 "? Jack and Diane, his hand between her knees"

After Diana got dressed, in shorts and a t-shirt just like her sisters, we piled in the car and headed for the supermarket behind my house where we stocked up on pop and munchies. I don't know about you, but after shelling out eight bucks for a movie, I refuse to pay three more for a small coke.

When we got to the multiplex, I had an old field jacket that I kept in the trunk for just such an occasion. We filled the pockets with our contraband and headed in. At the box office, I noticed that the third Lord of the Rings was still playing and made a mental note to come see it again.

Twenty-six bucks later we were inside the air conditioned theater and settling in our seats. Diana and Carrie wanted the front row, but I talked them into seats about six rows back, right in the middle. The girls sat down and I distributed pops and snacks and then took my own seat. Jennifer was on my left and Diana was on my right with Carrie on the other side of her. I glanced around and we had the whole theater to ourselves. Just as I was twisting the top off my coke, the trailers started. `Peter Pan' looked like it might be interesting and I could take the girls. And the new `Harry Potter' looked good but it wasn't until June. There was a black remake of `Can't buy me Love' which as far as I could tell from the trailer had absolutely no redeeming social value and the Supreme Court could ban it anytime. There were two more trailers for `Dumb and Dumber' type movies. Jenny seemed interested, but she was on her own for those. I had no use for the `stupidity' type movies that seemed so popular today.

Then there was a Pepsi commercial. The one with the little girl as a gunfighter in a saloon. Cute kid. I silently toasted her with my coke.

The movie started and as it did, Diana crawled up on my leg and Carrie moved into her seat next to me. I'd forgotten that Hillary Duff was in this movie, I'd always liked her. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a huge Hillary Duff fan because I like little girls, despite what had happened in the last couple of days. I just liked her show, `Lizzie McGuire'. At least I used to. It started out as a cute show about a typical adolescent growing up, the cartoon alter ego was a nice touch. But after she got to be in the background of a junior rock stars music video, had another rocker sing on her Christmas float, and went to Italy and met a third rock star, she stopped being typical and I stopped watching.

Still, she was cute. And growing up nicely I must say, as I admired her enormous chest on the screen in front of me. I reached over and pulled Jenny up onto my other leg. She settled without complaint. My hand found a comfortable place on her warm inner thigh

As I watched the movie, I found myself watching Hillary and the other girls on screen, more than following the story. I looked down and my left hand had moved up to the crotch of Jenny's shorts. I didn't remember telling it to move. Jenny didn't seem to mind, in fact she had opened her legs a little more, but I was still disturbed, hands aren't supposed to move without order from the brain are they? Then I noticed my right hand had found a similar resting place on Diana's crotch. I knew I hadn't consciously moved that one. She was eight, for God sakes.

I stared at my hands. I didn't move them, but I stared.

Maybe I was a closet pedophile and my sub-conscious was taking over. I decided to focus on the movie. But as I looked up, there was Hillary's chest again. Taking up practically the half the screen. I felt my left hand start to stroke Jenny's crotch. I decided that I couldn't be held responsible for anything my hand did on its own and enjoyed the movie and the feel of Jenny's warm pussy beneath the thin silky fabric of her gym shorts. She hadn't bothered with panties.

When the movie ended, the left hand was down the front of Jenny's shorts, gently stroking her slit and my right hand was stroking the crotch of Diana's shorts. I decided that this was going to have to stop right now. As I watched the credits roll on the screen I decided that it would have to stop after the credits were done. These people worked hard to make this movie, and we owed them to at least watch their names roll past.

After the last credit and even the copyright notice had flashed by and the theater lights came up, Jenny stretched then looked down at my right hand in her sister's crotch. I thought she was going to say something, but she just opened her legs a little wider. Then I noticed Carrie. She was leaning over, with her elbows on the armrest and her head propped on her hands watching my one hand stroke Diana's crotch and the movement of my other hand under her big sister's shorts.

This was too much, I decided and pulled my hand out of Jenny's shorts. "Time to go I announced as I took my other hand off Diana. The two girls smiled and stood up. I stood and stretched, realizing that there wasn't a lot of circulation in my legs.

I made sure that the girls cleaned up their trash and we left. Walking painfully out to the car with Carrie and Diana holding my hands, I thought about what I had to do.

I drove the girls home, then told them to go out and play while I talked to their mother. Inside the trailer, I got a big surprise, Dave was home too. I hadn't seen him in over a week. Seeing Dave made me reconsider my decision. Dave looks like the kind of guy NFL linemen cross the street to avoid. I'd never seen him anything but mellow and laid back, but I could imagine the kind of damage he could do.

We made small talk for several minutes, then Linda commented, "I'd just been telling Dave before you got here, that I should go with the girls tomorrow and have you give me a bath too."

I could feel the flush on my face. I glanced at Dave, but he was smiling like usual.

I stood and gave Linda a courtly bow. "Madam, you are always welcome in my bathtub. In fact, I invite you to use my Jacuzzi upstairs, but if madam wishes to be bathed, she must get her husband to do it. My religion forbids me to bathe anyone over thirty."

Linda stuck her tongue out at me. "Ageist." she accused. She'd recently had her thirtieth birthday and it had been a little traumatic.

"I'm only twenty-nine." Dave commented.

"Anytime you're ready." I offered and Linda stuck her tongue out at both of us.

"You know, if you'd beat her more often, she wouldn't be so uppity." I offered.

Linda leaned back in her chair to say something, but lost her balance and fell backward onto the floor. Dave and I both started laughing and couldn't stop. Linda just crossed her arms across her chest and pouted.

Several minutes later, Dave and I were able to get ourselves under control. I was about to stand and offer Linda a hand up when Jenny walked in. Jenny looked at Dave and me sitting at the table and her mom laying on her chair on the floor. "Why's mom on the floor?" She asked. Which set Dave and me off again. After a few seconds Linda started laughing too. Jenny looked at the three of us with a `everyone over twelve is crazy' look, picked up a basketball off the bed and left.

By the time I stopped laughing, my ribs hurt. Dave and I both stood and offered hands to Linda. She took one of each and we pulled her and her chair into an upright position.

"Seriously..." I started, then took a deep breath because the giggles almost came back, "If you and Dave would like to come over and use the Jacuzzi sometime, you're welcome." I thought that would take some of the sting out of the rest of what I decided to say. "But I really don't think the girls should come over anymore unless one of you comes with them." There, I'd said it.

"Paul, I thought we settled this." Linda said.

"Things are getting out of control." I said, looking at Dave out of the corner of my eye.

"What things?" Linda asked.

I looked at Dave, then back at Linda. I wasn't sure what if anything she had told him. And I wasn't sure I was going to live long enough to tell it all.

"Today, after giving Carrie and Jenny their baths, your daughter got in the shower with me." I expected an explosion, but Dave just sat there, smiling like always.

"And." Linda prodded.

"And grabbed my cock and I came all over her."

"You probably needed it after Jenny's bath." Linda said understandingly.

"Not the point." I told her.

"Which daughter?" Dave asked.

I looked down at the table as I answered, "Diana."

Dave and Linda looked at each, "Figures." they said in unison.

"Is that the only problem?" Linda asked.

"We can tell Diana to stay out of your shower." Dave offered.

I really didn't understand what was going on. I'd just told these two great parents that I'd cum all over their eight year old daughter and they didn't care. "At the movies, two of your daughters sat on my lap."

"So?" Dave said.

"I rubbed their crotches during the entire movie." I admitted, not even blaming my hands which had acquired lives of their own.

"Did they mind?" Dave asked.

"Which daughters?" Linda inquired.

"Diana and Jenny." I answered as I wondered what had happened to reality. Had someone slipped me some bad LSD and I was really in a rubber room somewhere and this was all a dream?

"Be careful that you don't give Carrie middle child syndrome." Linda admonished.

"We don't want another Jan Brady." Dave offered.

I shut my eyes and shook my head. Maybe I was in a coma somewhere, hooked up to one of those machines that goes beep...beep...beep. I'd just told them that I'd molested their eight and twelve year old daughters at the movies, and apparently they wanted me to molest their ten year old so she wouldn't feel left out.

I stood up and nodded to my best friends and left the trailer. The girls were playing basketball with some other kids. I waved but I don't think anyone noticed. I drove home and even though it was just seven o'clock, I went to bed.

I knew I would wake up in the morning from the most erotic dream I'd ever had, and I'd had some doozies. There was the time that I was driving a bus load of super-models and we got stuck in a blizzard, and needed body heat to keep alive. Now that was a dream.

gremlin · Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 1:37 am Post subject: Jenny's Bath -- Chapters 5 - 6

Chapter 5 "They was a-splishin' and a' splashing', Reelin' with the feelin', movin' and a'groovin' "

The next day I woke up refreshed and ready to meet the day. I had four houses to inspect and was glad to get an early start. Through the incredible luck of everybody being home when they were supposed to, I managed to get all four houses done in time for a late lunch at Sizzler. I had a big rib eye and baked potato and headed home, not even bummed about the four feet of paperwork I was going to work on. Life was good.

About three, there was a knock n the door, and a second later, Diana stuck her head in and announced, "We're here." The three girls walked in, followed by their mother. The girls took up positions around the TV and Linda came over to me at the computer.

"I thought we decided we weren't going to do this anymore?" I asked.

"You promised my girls baths until the shower was fixed, and I intend to hold you to it." Linda said sternly. "But if you're too scared to give Carrie and Jenny their baths, they'll just have to understand." I relaxed. "After you explain it to them.

"But..."

"No buts. We trust you."

"Would you please stop saying that," I almost shouted.

Linda grinned. "And Jennifer has something she wants to ask you." I groaned, now what? "She's promised that she'll only ask once, and that she'll accept your decision, no matter what it is."

"Just like her mother?"

Linda grinned again. "She wants to ask you while you're giving her a bath, but if you don't give her one, or you think you'll think clearer with her clothes on, she can ask you before."

"You're not a nice person." I told her after glancing at the three beautiful girls sitting on my sofa, and knowing that I couldn't tell them no.

"I'm a wonderful person." Linda informed me and leaned down to kiss me on the mouth. It was a nice kiss but it shocked me. She'd never kissed me before, or me her. "Do you want me to pick them up, or you drop them off?"

"I'll drop them." I said resignedly. Linda blew me another kiss and skipped to the door. Literally skipped. She was enjoying my discomfort way too much.

I saved my work on the computer and walked resignedly to the bathroom.

Actually, on the inside I was skipping myself. I realized that I'd hoped Linda would ignore my pleas. I filled the bathtub with water and bubbles and called in Diana. It must have been a skipping kind of day, because a few seconds later she came skipping into the bathroom, already pulling off her shirt. "Are you going to give me a bath, like you do my sisters?" she asked as she pushed down her jean skirt and white panties. "I sure am." I told her, giving up all pretenses. I knew that if she hadn't asked me, I would have volunteered. Diana giggled and stepped into the tub before I could lift her. She sat down and started splashing and blowing handfuls of bubbles and I realized how my floor got so wet. I knelt beside the tub and before I could pick up soap and washcloth, I was soaked.

I stood up and pulled off my t-shirt. I hesitated a second, then dropped my shorts as well. I kicked the wet clothes into the corner and stood there in my briefs. "Is your thingy long and pointy? Or did it get small again?" she asked"

"Let's see." I told her and dripped my underwear. My cock was small but already starting to grow. Diana looked disappointed for a couple of seconds but then went back to splashing around in the tub.

I knelt again, found the soap and started lathering my hands, then rubbing the little girl all over her back. When I got to her ass, I started exploring a little. I found her asshole and as I rubbed it, realized that it was too small and tight for my finger even if I wanted to.

I switched to her front. Her chest was no different from a boy’s. With nipples that looked like they had been painted on and no areolas to speak off. I washed it and her stomach, then I gently explored her pussy. No hair of course, but fat puffy lips that were just a little ticklish. As I rubbed her, I tried to insert my finger, but it would only go in up to my fingernail. I finished by washing her legs.

I stood up and lifted her by her armpits out of the tub. As I set her on the floor, "It got big again." she said with awe.

"Yes it did." I agreed.

"Can I touch it again?"

"Okay." I agreed, after all she already had, and her parents didn't care. She reached up and wrapped her little hand around the head.

"Is it going to shoot that stuff again?" she asked.

"Do you want it to?"

She thought for a few seconds, then nodded. "Yeah, but not on me."

I stood so that I was pointed at the bathtub full of dying bubbles. Then I took her hand and moved it up and down my shaft. It only took four strokes. "It's happening." I whispered, and Diana giggled as a long slimy rope of sperm shot out of my cock and landed in the water. She kept stroking and four more loads of semen landed in the tub.

When nothing more came out, she looked up at me, her hand still on my cock, "That was fun." she said. "Yes, it was." I agreed.

"Can we do it again?"

"Not right now." I told her, "But maybe later." Thinking about the two other baths on my schedule.

I dried her off and sent her to the living room wrapped in a towel, then cleaned the bathroom. When I finished, I found my shorts and wrung them out and put them on. The damp shorts were cold against my body, but I thought, maybe that would be a good thing. I refilled the tub and called Carrie.

Carrie was wearing a jean skirt too, and when I pulled it off, I discovered that she wasn't wearing any underwear. "And where are your panties, young lady?" I asked in as stern a voice as I could manage.

Carrie giggled, "I didn't wear any today." she admitted.

"And why not?" I asked, not trying to be stern anymore but just curious.

Carried giggled again. "I was playing with Bobby Taylor this morning and he gets all excited when he sees my cunny."

"How often does he see your cunny?" I said, looking at it myself.

"About a year ago, I forgot my panties and he saw it accidentally. After that, every couple of weeks, I'd `accidentally' forget my panties." I liked the way she put the accent on accidentally.

"And who is Bobby Taylor and just what does Bobby do when he gets excited?" I asked as I unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. She hadn't started wearing bras yet.

"Bobby's a friend from school. Actually he'll be a sixth grader next year." Carrie would be going into fifth, I knew. "And when he gets excited, his pants get all pointed just like yours and he tries to touch me down there."

"Do you let him?" I asked as I lifted her by her armpits into the tub.

"Once." she admitted as she settled into the warm water. "About two weeks ago. But his pointy thing went away and he ran home." she said, in a confused voice.

"And what did you do?" I asked as I started soaping her back.

"Started forgetting my panties more often." she said with another giggle. Then she got serious. "Why'd he run away?"

"Well, I'd guess that he came in his pants and got all embarrassed." "Well of course he came in his pants, do you think he'd come over to my house naked?"

"Different kind of came." I explained. "When boys have sex, they get all excited, then they feel real good and shoot semen out of their..." I hesitated over what word to use. "...Cocks." I looked into her eyes as I soaped her butt and saw that she understood. "Semen is also called cum, that's C-U-M and shooting it is called cumming." I felt like an English teacher, except that I had the tip of my finger in her asshole.

"So when I said he came in his pants, I meant that he shot a load of cum into his underwear. That's probably why he got all embarrassed and ran away."

"What's cum look like? She asked as I removed my finger from her butt and started washing her future tits.

I considered standing up and showing her. My cock had already come back to attention. "Kind of like hand lotion." I said as I squeezed a nipple between thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly and sank a little deeper into the bubbles.

She was quiet for awhile as I washed her stomach and legs. Then as I started on her pussy, "You said that boys cum when they're having sex." I nodded and separated her outer lips so that I could rub the inner ones. "Me and Bobby weren't having sex, he was just touching my cunny."

"Well, guys sometimes get so excited that they can cum without anyone touching them." I said. I could feel my own hard cock throbbing. "In fact, the first time I gave Jenny a bath and washed her pussy..." I pushed a finger past her inner lips and started `washing' the inside of her cunt. "I came in my shorts," I admitted.

She thought about that, then asked, "Did you cum when you washed my pussy yesterday?"

"No." I admitted, but not wanting to hurt her feelings, I added, "But I'm sure that when you're twelve, I would."

"That's okay." she assured me. "I know that I don't have much of a body yet compared to Jenny."

"You have a great body for a ten year old." I told her as I pushed my finger in deeper, about halfway.

"You really think so." she asked and shoved her pelvis against my hand, pushing my finger in all the way. I couldn't believe it. She seemed happy to have the intruding digit buried in her cunt. I pulled it out and then quickly pushed it back in and she moaned.

"Does Jenny like it when you do this?" she asked breathlessly.

"I haven't done this to Jenny." I told the ten year old. True as far as it went. I hadn't really fucked Jenny with my finger, just explored a bit. "Yet," I added.

"I'm first?"

"You are." I agreed and kept pistoning my finger in and out of her cunt. She leaned back more, pushing her pelvis against my hand. For a minute, I thought she'd slip beneath the water, but she didn't. Suddenly her whole body went rigid while my finger was deep inside, then she relaxed.

"God, that was awesome." I grinned and stood up. "Did you cum too?" I looked down and my cock had shrunk in my shorts and cum was dripping out the leg hole.

"I guess I did." I admitted, surprised. I'd been so caught up in her orgasm, I hadn't noticed mine.

I lifted her out of the tub, dried her quickly and sent her out to the living room. Diana came in while I was draining the tub. She looked at my crotch disappointed. "Did you let Carrie make you shoot your stuff?" she asked, a touch of jealousy in her voice.

"Nope." I told her as I started running hot water back into the tub. "It did it by itself."

Diana looked at me suspiciously, then nodded and skipped away.

My life was getting complicated. But in the words of Artie Johnson, `Very interesting'.

I went to the living room, scooped up Jenny and carried her back to the bathroom. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that looked like they'd been painted on and a halter top. As I undressed her, I asked, "Were you playing with Bobby Taylor today?"

"No." she said as she stepped out of her panties. "He's just a sixth grader. Besides he likes Carrie." She giggled as I lifted her into the tub. "But sometimes when I'm getting a tan, he likes to look at me."

I picked up the soap and started washing her back. "Do you like him looking? I asked. "And just how small is your bikini?"

"My bikini covers everything it's supposed to cover." she assured in a shocked voice, then giggled and added, "Sort of. And I don't mind Bobby looking, he's kind of cute. But Carrie likes him, so I won't encourage him or anything."

"It's nice that you respect your sister's property." I agreed and she giggled again at calling Bobby property.

"But he is cute and I wouldn't mind sharing if Carrie offered."

"You're a good sister." I told and ran my fingers lightly over her spine in the small of her back. She shuddered.

"Yes I am." she agreed.

I moved down to her ass. As my fingers parted her cheeks, she shifted onto her left cheek to give me easier access. I ran my soapy finger up and down the length of her crack, then I found the entrance to her ass and pushed my finger inside.

"Your mom said you had something to ask me?" I inquired as I explored her asshole.

"Not yet." she said as she moaned softly.

I grinned and kept finger fucking her tight young ass. After a couple of minutes, I pulled out my finger and re-soaped my hands, then started on those great little tits. I rubbed my fingers around her dark brown areolas and then rubbed her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Jenny groaned and sank deeper into the warm soapy water. I wondered what she'd do if I leaned over and started sucking on one of those nipples.

But I decided to be mature and responsible. Not that I wasn't going to suck on her tits, but I was going to at least be patient.

I gave her nipples a last tweak and then started washing her flat stomach. I washed all the way down her pelvis, but left her slit alone, then I started doing her long beautiful legs. I'd come twice already but my cock was again hard and ready for action. I could feel it pressed against the side of the bathtub through my shorts.

I dropped the soap and washcloth into the water and sat back on my heels. "All done." I announced.

"You forgot something." Jenny told me with a slight pout.

"Oh yeah. You wanted to ask a question before your bath was over." I agreed.

"No, you didn't wash something."

"Let's see." I said and looked off into space as if thinking. "No, I think I did everything. Did an especially good job on your asshole."

Jenny blushed, but said, "No you didn't wash me here." and pointed to her pussy with both hands.

I slapped my head, "You're right, I forgot. Remind me tomorrow."

Suddenly Jenny's hand shot out of the water and reached down and grabbed my hard cock. "Listen mister." She said in a tough voice. "My mom told you to give me a bath, and you damn well better finish the job."

"Okay." I agreed as she squeezed. She released my erection, I was amazed I hadn't come, but I'd been too surprised. Then she leaned back in the tub, lifted her knees up and spread her legs as wide as they'd go.

I soaped my fingers again and gently washed around her pussy, stroking the outside of her slit but not penetrating. Just like a responsible adult.

"Listen, Mister. You can do better than that." She said as I made as if finished. She made a claw of her hand and slowly moved it toward my crotch.

"Okay, Okay." I laughed and started giving her the attention she wanted. Pushing my finger in and out of her soft warm cunt and rubbing along her clit. She relaxed and lay back against the tub, her eyes closing. "What was it you wanted to ask me."

Her eyes popped open again. "I almost forgot." she said and then groaned as I gave some special attention to her clit. "Oh, that feels so good." she murmured. Then she tensed up again, without realizing it, she reached down and grabbed my cock through my shorts. I could feel her orgasm as my finger continued its work, and I shot my load at the same time. As we finished, she realized that her hand was wrapped around my rapidly softening cock, but she didn't pull away, just smiled sheepishly. "I needed that." she whispered.

"So did I," I said and pushed my finger deep inside her one last time. Then I pulled my finger out, brought it to my lips and licked it like an ice cream cone. She tasted of girl and sex and soap. A little too much soap, I needed to cut back in the future.

As she watched me, she blushed and giggled. "Can I ask my favor now?"

"You can ask me anything?" I told as I stood up and lifted her from the tub.

She giggled again. "I used to have sleep overs all the time with my friends, but now that we live in that tiny little trailer..."

I almost laughed at the way that she emphasized `tiny'. "Yes?"

"I was wondering..."

"Yes?" I could already see where she was going, but I had no intention of helping her get there.

"Could I invite my friends over here?"

"For a sleep over?" She nodded. "I don't know." The idea of Jenny spending the night was making me hard again. But with a bunch of friends. I wasn't sure that was such a good idea. Then I had a brainstorm. I'd pass the buck and let somebody else say no.

"I suppose." I told her and her face instantly broke into a huge smile. "But the problem is, your friends’ moms won't go for it. I mean I'm a single guy. There not going to let their little girls spend the night with a single guy they don't know." There, that should take care of it.

Jenny's face had fallen when I said but, but now she grinned again. "Not a problem. Mom already talked to them and they're cool. She told them that she trusted you completely." I was really beginning to hate the T-word.

I knew what a general felt like when he realized that he'd lead his men into a trap. "Just when did you want this sleep over?"

"Tonight." she admitted softly.

"Tonight!" I exploded.

Jenny looked down at her toes. "It's okay with everybody, if it's okay with you."

I stared at her silently, stone faced. Jenny looked at her toes for almost a minute, then looked at me, then back at her toes. She was dripping on the bath mat, so I picked up a towel and started drying her off. AS I worked my way down to her legs, Jenny looked up and grinned, "Would it help if I mentioned that they're all cute."

"I'm not sure if that helps or hurts." I growled. I turned her around and started working back up her backside. I smiled at that cute little ass, but returned to a stone face as I turned her back around.

The whole idea bothered me. As Jenny's `uncle', I would have said yes in a second, just to be nice. But considering some of things that had happened with Jenny, her sisters and me in the last few days, this whole thing could be a catastrophe waiting to happen. I had a suspicion that Jenny's friends’ moms wouldn't be nearly as understanding as Linda was.

I dropped the used towel on the floor and picked up another one to wrap around her waist. I maintained my stone face as my mind raced with images. I pictured Jenny and two or three junior high sexpots running around the living room naked. I pictured high grey stone walls and iron bars. I pictured Jenny laying on her back on my bed, legs spread wide waiting for my cock saying `whose cherry is next?' to a group of giggling naked girls. I pictured an angry father with a shotgun banging on my front door as I cowered behind the sofa.

As I stood, Jenny sighed and smiled. "That's okay Uncle Paul. I understand."

If she'd pouted or whined, or pouted and whined it would have been so simple. "What time are your friends coming?" I asked, my stone face cracking a little.

"You mean it?" she almost screamed, her face literally exploding into a smile as she launched herself at me.

I caught her and held her in an off the floor hug. "How many?" I asked looking down at her grinning face.

"Four." she said timidly, afraid that she'd overdone it.

I nodded. "There are rules." I said with authority and set her back on the ground.

She nodded.

"One. There will be no mention of your bath time." She nodded with a knowing smile. "I don't want you embarrassed when your friends find out you're not old enough to take a bath by yourself." Jenny nodded again, with a smile that told me she didn't believe my explanation.

"Two. My house will be cleaner when you leave than it was when you get here. I don't care whether you do it by yourself, or all your friends help. Fair enough?” I asked. She nodded again.

"Three. Bedtime is when I say it is. No arguments."

"You wouldn't say bedtime at eight or nine or anything? She asked.

"If I do?"

"If you do, we go straight to bed." she agreed. "Do you want to give us all baths first?" she asked slyly.

"Any talk like that and the deal is off." she lost her grin and nodded soberly.

"Any more rules?" she asked.

"Do I need more?"

"No. We'll be good. You'll like them I promise." She grinned again, opened the door and skipped out of the room. I wondered just how she meant that.

I didn't bother cleaning the bathroom; after all I had a junior high maid service coming in later. As I walked out, I looked at the clock, four thirty. "Okay, troops, here's the plan." I announced. "I'm going to take a quick shower while everybody gets dressed. Then I'm taking Jenny home and Carrie and Diana out for ice cream." Jenny frowned. "Then I'll drop off the two troublemakers, pick up Jenny again, and we'll hit the store on the way home for chips and drinks and things."

Carrie looked at her sister and whispered, "He said yes?" a little more loudly than she meant too.

"Yes, he said yes." I agreed. "Because he's a mas-o-chist and you're all pains." I added as I headed up the stairs. I stripped off my soggy, cum soaked shorts and headed for the shower. I was hard again from thinking about Jenny and her four nymphet friends.

The water had just started beating down on my shoulders when the door opened and a naked Diana was standing there. I wasn't very surprised. "Can I come in?"

"Aren't you supposed to be getting dressed? I asked with a grin I couldn't hide.

"Yes." she agreed and stepped into the shower without waiting for further invitation.

She stepped in and closed the door behind her. "Did Jenny make you shoot your stuff?" she asked as she reached up and wrapped her tiny hand around my shaft.

"Yes." I admitted as she rubbed my cock from the head to the base and back again. "But only through my shorts." Diana looked thoughtful then nodded. I wondered if she thought this was her personal toy.

I leaned back against the shower wall and enjoyed her hand job. When I felt like I was about to cum, I pulled her hand away and dropped down to my knees. I leaned forward until her tiny pussy was eye level and reached up and touched it. Diana giggled. I rubbed my forefinger against her slit and then pushed it in. It penetrated to about the fingernail before it stopped, just like before during her bath.

Diana giggled again. I looked up into her face. "Do you want me to push in farther?" I asked. "It may hurt."

"Do you do that to my sisters?" I nodded, she hesitated then nodded back.

"It's going to hurt a bit. Tell me to stop if it hurts too much. I put my other hand on the small of her back and then pushed again, twisting my finger as I did. Her pussy resisted, then all of a sudden I was in to the second knuckle. Diana gasped and as I looked up I saw her biting her lip, a single tear running down her cheek.

"It should be okay now." I told her and reached up with my spare hand to wipe away the tear and gently brush her hair.

I read someplace just recently that fewer and fewer girls have intact hymens any more, because of bike riding, and accidents, etc. But I had definitely broken Diana's. I wondered what Linda and Dave would say if I announced that I had busted Diana's cherry. Probably, `That's okay. We trust you.' My cock was throbbing as I sat on my knees, my finger half buried in her tiny pussy. "I'm going to move my finger now." I told her. "It may still hurt a little, but it shouldn't be as bad."

"Jenny and Carrie like you doing this?" she asked as I pulled my finger almost out and she grimaced.

"Yes, but remember that they're older and bigger, so it didn't hurt as much the first time. I pushed my finger back in, a little forth this time and she seemed relaxed.

I moved the tip of my finger around in her pussy and she giggled. "That feels funny." she said.

"Do you like it?" I asked as I pulled my finger back out again.

"Do you want me to stop, or to keep going?"

"Keep going." she said after a short pause, so I pushed my finger back in. I explored her tiny cavern and located her clit. As I touched it, she gasped. "Do that again." I did and Diana spasmed into orgasm. I wondered if it was her first. For that matter, I wondered if Carrie had her first one in the bath today.

"That was wonderful-ed." She announced, threw her arms around my head and pulled me forward into a hug. Since my face was at her crotch level I wound up with it pressed against her pelvis. I reached my tongue out and tasted the top of her slit. "That tickles." she shouted and hugged me tighter, so I did it again.

I pulled my head free and stood up. My cock ached it was so hard. Looking down at it, I could swear it was a couple of inches longer than usual. Can cocks grow when they get hyper excited?

I took her hand and put it on my cock just below the head. I guided her hand up over the sensitive head of my penis and exploded. At least she was to the side. Diana giggled some more as rope after rope of creamy goo shot out of the tip of my cock as her hand gently massaged it.

I leaned back against the wall of the shower and slowly sunk to the floor. Diana's hand came off my softening cock and I pulled her down into my lap, my small soft cock pressed against her leg. I kissed her on the mouth, my tongue gently teasing her lips. "Thank you." I told her.

"Did that feel good." she asked wide eyed.

"It was wonderful-ed." I agreed, and she grinned at me.

I stood her up and told her, "Get dry and get dressed." Swatting her on her bare butt to emphasize my command. She stuck her tongue out at me, but opened the door and disappeared.

I felt exhausted. I'd cum four times in two hours. I don't think I've been that horny since high school. I reluctantly pushed myself to my feet and started lathering my body. I still had a sleep over to get ready for.

Chapter 6 "I Went to a Garden Party"

I came downstairs a few minutes later. Jenny gave me questioning look, "A quick shower?" she commented with a grin.

"Would you like a quick sleep-over?" I threatened. Jenny looked startled and I looked away quickly so I wouldn't ruin it by smiling. Carrie and Jenny were dressed and ready to go, Surprisingly Diana was dressed and just tying her second shoe. "Grab your stuff and let's go." I announced as Diana pulled her lace tight.

The girls grabbed their piles of dirty clothes and we headed out the door.

We dropped Jenny off at the trailer with all the dirty clothes and I took her two younger sisters out for sundaes. I thought about having the girls sit on my lap while they ate, but one thing would lead to another and I figured I didn't need the stimulation right now.

I dropped off the girls, picked up Jenny and we headed for the supermarket. When we got inside, I picked up a computer magazine and stood at the check-out counter reading an article about servers. After a few seconds I looked up at Jenny who'd been watching me. "Don't you have some shopping to do?" I asked, then flipped to the next page.

"What can I get?" she asked.

"Whatever you need." I told her without looking up. "It's your party after all." Jenny turned and started toward the line of empty shopping carts. "Just remember, it's coming out of your allowance." Jenny grinned and skipped off, figuring she was safe since she didn't get allowance from either me or her parents.

I grinned to myself and went back to my article about servers. Dell had a new one that looked hot, not that I needed anything with that much power.

I'm not sure how long she took, but I finished the article on servers, another on virus software and I'd started one on the newest digital cameras when she came back. I looked in her cart and she had a selection of pop, chips, a couple of frozen pizzas and some popcorn. I shook my head and we headed for the checkout. Who knew that being a sort of uncle could get so expensive?

Actually it was less than thirty bucks. We loaded the groceries in the car and headed home. When we got there, I left Jenny to take care of the groceries and I settled into my recliner with a new Turtledove novel and relaxed. A few minutes later, Jenny wandered in, turned on the TV to MTV and settled in my lap. I ignored her.

It must have been the right time of day or something, but for once, MTV wasn't too obnoxious. Jenny laid her head on my chest and listened and I read my book. Despite my best intentions, my other hand found a nice resting place on her denim covered ass.

A few minutes after six there was a knock on the door and Jenny leaped up and raced for it. I put the recliner back to a sitting position, found a bookmark and followed more slowly. Jenny was talking animatedly with a girl who reminded me a lot of Carrie. Same super short haircut, but this one was a blond, same athletic build, same bare beginnings of a chest. The new girl was wearing a green half shirt and cut-off jeans.

Somewhere in the jumble of words they were spewing almost simultaneously, Jenny found time to tell me that "this is Angie." I wished my computer could pass information that fast.

I looked at the woman behind them. "Hi, I'm Mona." She introduced herself. "Angie's mom." she added unnecessarily.

"Hi, I'm Paul. Jenny's sort of uncle." I acknowledged.

"And a brave man."

"Or a stupid one." I agreed. "There's a fine line."

"What time should I pick her up?" she asked. "I'm getting Debbie too."

"I don't know any Debbie's. And I haven't got a clue." Mona laughed. "What's usual in these situations?"

"How does ten sound?" I nodded just as two more little girls ran up and pushed past her.

The girls were twins and dressed identically except the one on the left had a purple t-shirt and white shorts and the one on the right had a white t-shirt and purple shorts. They were a little taller than Jenny and their tight shirts showed that their tits were a lot bigger than Angie's but not as big as Jenny's. Both had black hair that hung down to their shoulder blades. They immediately joined in the fast paced conversation.

"That's Erin and Whitney." Mona told me as another woman walked up and joined us. "And this is their always tired mom, Katey."

"Hi Katey," I acknowledged. "Always tired?" "They're like the energizer bunny. They never wear down." She said, nodding at the twins. "And they're not twins as you probably thought, just sisters. Erin's twelve and Whitney is eleven." I looked at them again and I would have sworn they were twins.

I shook my head. "I don't think I'll believe you without birth certificates and a note from their doctor and a Ph.D. in Genetics."

"I know what you mean." Mona agreed. "And to top it off, Whitney skipped a grade so they're both going into seventh this year." I grinned and shook my head again. "And I believe this is Debbie." She added as a girl walked up holding hands with a not too much older woman.

Debbie had brown hair that looked like Jenny's and was even cut the same. In fact they could have been sisters except that Debbie's chest was much more developed. I felt my cock stir in my pants. "Hi, I'm Jenny." the new woman introduced herself. I couldn't believe she was much more than twenty one or two. And she was definitely hot. I felt my cock stir again. She couldn't be Debbie's mom.

"That's a problem." I told her. "Girl's named Jenny give me nothing but problems." My Jenny shot me a dirty look and went on talking to her friends.

The older Jenny noticed the look and laughed. "That works great, because I love being a problem child. I'm Debbie's sister." she added.

Mona noticed the way I was looking at Jenny and warned, "Watch out, she may look like a super model but she's more like a rocket scientist."

"A rocket scientist?" I asked Jenny.

She blushed. "I'm working on my doctorate in math and physics at Stanford." she explained.

"Rocket scientist," I agreed.

"Their parent passed on a couple of months ago." Mona explained in a hushed voice.

"I'm sorry." I told them.

"Thank you. It was a car accident. We're..." I saw Jenny squeeze Debbie's hand, "getting used to it."

"Is Debbie going back to Stanford with you?" I asked without thinking. I was getting pretty personal for someone I just met a couple of minutes ago.

"We're not sure what we're going to do yet." Jenny said. "Debbie doesn't want to leave her school and her friends, but of course she can't stay here alone..." her voice trailed off.

"Maybe Paul will take her." Mona said to break the mood. "After all, he's learning about slumber parties and everything. Mona and Katey laughed and Jenny smiled.

"First we'll see if I can survive tonight." I told them, then we'll worry about the next step." The three women grinned and said their goodbyes. I ushered the girls past the door and shut it. My first slumber party was starting.

The girls congregated on the sofa and chair in front of the TV, so I settled in at the computer. My plan was to be productive and catch up on some of my paperwork, but instead I pulled up a copy of Age of Empires and tried to conquer the world. I was doing pretty good considering that my concentration was broken by giggles and the occasional shriek.

About seven Jenny got out the pop and chips, even bringing me a coke.

About seven thirty Linda called. "Hi Paul, surviving?"

"So far, so good. Actually they've been pretty quiet so far."

"That's when you should worry the most." she told me.

"Any words of wisdom?"

"Try not to show fear. They can smell fear."

"You're a lot of help."

"I try." She answered with a small laugh.

"And I won't forget who set me up for this. I thought sure I could get out of this by saying that the other girls moms wouldn't go for it. But somebody had already called them and cleared the way."

"Just trying to be helpful." she said, laughing again.

"Just remember, not only do I know where you live, but Dave likes me better than you."

"You hear that?" she asked. "That's the sound of me sticking my tongue out at you."

"Just because you know it's true." I kidded. "Just a second." Jenny had walked over and I looked up at her. "Yes?"

"Can we have the pizzas now?" she asked.

"You know where the kitchen is." I told her and went back to her mom. "Just your daughter wanting to be fed."

"An all too regular occurrence." she sighed. "Gets expensive."

"You wanted to be a mom."

"I never planned on it. Dave and I were just having fun and one day I had a belly ache and out popped Jennifer. A couple of years later Carrie showed up and we were just getting used to the two of them and Diana was sitting on the doorstep."

"Must be something in the water."

"That's why I stopped drinking it after Diana. Can you imagine three kids, two adults, a dog and a baby in this trailer."

"I'd rather not, I'm Squamish."

"So are there any virgins left at your house?" she asked. I could hear the grin in her voice. I hung up on her.

Jenny served the pizza. The girls all sat at the dining room table and ate, and Jenny brought me a couple of pieces at the computer. I saved the game, I'd been doing great and wanted to finish it some time and moved to my recliner. I balanced the pizza on my lap and picked up my book. The TV was tuned to MTV, some rap video, but I ignored it.

After dinner, Jenny got out a monopoly game she'd brought from home and the girls set it up on the table. "Do you want to play with us?" she called.

I wish she hadn't put it quite that way. I almost said yes. I love monopoly, but I get a little too competitive and I was afraid I might scare them. I get downright blood thirsty. "No thanks, you go ahead."

"You can change the channel if you want." Nice of her, I thought. Letting me change the channel on my own television. The remote was over on the sofa, so I got up and went and got it. When I sat back down, I tuned in CNN. The girls might peg me as an old fuddy-duddy, but I was a news junkie and I needed my fix. So far it was like any other night. I was camped in my chair with a book and CNN. Life was good.

From the sounds I heard over the next couple of hours, my blood thirsty nature might have fit in just fine with the girls. About eleven thirty the girls all came over and sat on the sofa together. Jenny looked at the television and then back at me with an arched eyebrow.

"So who won?" I asked.

"Debbie." The other three answered together. "Debbie always wins." Erin added.

"But I came in second." Whitney chimed in.

"Debbie always wins?" I asked.

"I haven't lost a monopoly game since I was in third grade." Debbie announced proudly. "And that was with Angie's big brother and his friends and they were all in high school. Besides, I think they cheated." she added to justify her loss.

"Maybe I should have played." I mused, thinking that I could teach her some humility.

"My sister Jenny's taken some psych classes and she says that the male ego is very fragile." Debbie said with confidence.

Jenny whispered something to the girls and they giggled, got up and ran to the bedroom. My house is huge. Upstairs is the master bedroom and bath. Then I have three more bedrooms and another full bath. Two of the bedrooms barely have room for the beds, because they're full of bookcases and books. Downstairs, in addition to the living room, dining room and kitchen is another bedroom and another full bath. Five bedrooms, three baths and a full acre of land and I got it for a song at a tax auction. I'd told Jenny that she and her friends could use the downstairs bedroom tonight. It had twin beds.

They came out a few minutes later looking like a wet dream. They were all wearing long t-shirts for nighties. Angie's was purple and said Gap across the chest. It hung to about an inch above her knees. Jenny's was white with a picture of gymnast Barbie and barely covered her crotch. Whitney and Erin had identical powder blue shirts that hung about halfway between knee and crotch. Identical except that Whitney had a galloping horse going to her left and Erin had one going right. Debbie's shirt which was only an inch or two longer than Jenny's was yellow with a picture of a blond boy on it. He looked familiar and I thought he was a singer or on TV or something.

Jenny hadn't been wearing a bra all day, and it was obvious that Debbie had taken hers off. Too obvious. My cock, which had been peaceful and quiet for the last few hours started to grow and twitch.

The girls sat in a circle between me and the television. They were sitting Indian style and I had a chance to see beneath their shirts as they settled into position. Angie was wearing purple panties that matched her shirt. Whitney had on orange ones and her sister had chosen royal blue ones. Debbie's were pink and Jenny wasn't wearing any. I made a mental note to beat her severely, the little tease.

I only had a chapter to go in a really great book, but I couldn't concentrate. Instead I watched the girls over the top of the book. They were talking about boys. I could tell from the occasional word that drifted over and the giggles and blushes I saw. My cock was fully hard now and twitched in my shorts as girls shifted positions and I caught glimpses of cotton covered crotches.

After a few minutes, Jenny and Debbie got up and walked over. "Uncle Paul?" Jenny said as she sat down on one of my legs, straddling it facing me. I was very conscious of her bare pussy rubbing against my bare leg and my cock twitched again.

"Yes?" I said as Debbie sat down on the other leg in the same position, except her pussy was separated from my leg by a thin layer of pink cotton. Her cheeks were pink.

"Do you think Debbie has nice tits?" Debbie's face went redder.

I looked at Debbie, then purposely down at her chest. I could make out nice pointy nipples and the darker area of her areolas. "Yes, very nice." I answered and Debbie went two shades darker.

"Better than mine?" Jenny asked, pushing her chest out toward my face.

I made a show of inspecting first Jenny's, then Debbie's chest. In front of us, the other three girls giggled and whispered. "Definitely bigger, but better is hard to say."

"What do you mean?" Debbie asked, her face losing just a little of its color.

"It depends on who you ask. Some guys like huge tits, so they'd say that Debbie's are better. Some like them smaller, so they'd like Jenny's."

"What about mine?" Angie asked getting up and coming to stand next to us. "I barely have any."

"That's true today." I agreed. "But all girls grow at different times. Who knows, by the time you guys are seniors in high school, you may have the biggest tits of all. So what is this all about?"

"We were getting a little bored." Erin said, as she and Whitney got up and came over on my other side.

"So Jenny decided that she'd try to embarrass Debbie and me."

Whitney and Angie nodded as Jenny sputtered out a denial.

I lifted Debbie off my leg and pulled Jenny until she was laying across my lap, face down with her ass centered in front of me. "Debbie, how many spankings do you think she deserves?" I asked as I lifted my hand menacingly above her bottom.

"Fifty."

"What do you think Angie?" "Ten."

"Erin?"

"Ten."

"Whitney"

"Fifty." she said firmly. "On her bare butt." and she reached down and pulled up the hem of Jenny's shirt, revealing that beautiful ass.

"I don't think so." I answered, pulling her shirt down again. "What about you Jenny. How many do you think you deserve?"

"Ten." she said meekly.

"Let's see. That's two votes for fifty and three for ten. We could add them together and that would be a hundred and thirty." I mused out loud and Jenny cringed. "Or we could average them and it would be twenty six. "Or we could use the median and that would be ten."

"What are you, a math teacher or something?" Whitney asked.

"Or something." I agreed. "I think we'll go with my vote, three." And without waiting for further discussion I brought my hand down on Jenny's cotton covered ass three times, not too hard, and then set her on her feet.

Jenny looked at me, and then looked at Debbie. "Sorry Debbie."

"That's okay." Debbie responded.

"I wish I had a video camera." Erin said, "Cameron would have gotten so turned on."

"Who’s Cameron?" I asked.

"A boy in our class." Angie answered.

"He thinks Jenny is super hot." Whitney added.

"And you think that a video of Jenny in a short nightshirt getting spanked would turn him on?" I asked.

"He's twelve and a boy. A video of Jenny in a snowsuit shaking hands would turn him on." Debbie suggested.

"Oh yeah," Jenny put in, "What about Tyler?"

I didn't know who Tyler was or which one of the girls he was being aimed at, but I decided to go in a different direction. "If you ladies are bored, I have a hot tub in the backyard and it's a beautiful night."

Jenny brightened immediately. "That's a great idea." The other girls grinned.

"We didn't bring any suits." Debbie pointed out. And everybody’s face fell.

"I could point out that I have no neighbors. You could skinny dip."

"Cool." Erin said.

"What about him?" Whitney asked, nodding her head in my direction.

"I'll stay here and won't peek." I assured them.

The girls looked at each other and seemed to be communicating telepathically, then Jenny nodded and said, "I know where it is" and led the others toward the back deck.

After they had gone, I breathed a sigh of relief. They were just too sexy. I mentally commanded my erection to subside but it ignored and throbbed. They'd left the sliding glass door open and on the deck I could hear the sound of bodies entering water.

I picked up my book and managed to finish the last chapter. There was another book on the end table, I picked it up and started it. Another sci-fi novel, this one by James Hogan. I was about three chapters into it when Jenny peeked around the corner. I think she was surprised to find me still sitting there and not spying on them. "Don't look." she commanded.

"At what?" I asked, not understanding.

"At me." she said. "I have to go to the bathroom and get towels."

"Okay." I agreed and held the book in front of my face. I could hear bare feet run across the living and then a few seconds later run back.

"You didn't look," she said in a voice that was halfway between a question and an accusation.

"Nope," I assured her, and dropped the book to its normal reading position. Je