I was pretty pleased with my new purchase. It was just what I had been looking for, an older two-story home in a nice neighborhood. It had a detached two-car garage with a combination carport/breezeway connecting it to the house. Most people would call this place a fixer-upper, and indeed it needed some work, but several things attracted me to this place. It had roomy interior space, a big screened-in porch, and a large lot that was nearly an acre, typical of the houses in this middle class neighborhood. The biggest attraction for me though, was the easement behind the property. There was a small stream bordered by a substantial number of trees, and on the other side of that was an elementary school that taught grades K-6.
When I had checked out the property with the realtor, I'd noticed that there was a large garden shed on the back edge of the property. It looked like the previous owners had never used it by the amount of undergrowth between it and the house. As I checked out the stream to see if I could see any sign of flooding, I noticed a fairly worn path that led right to the back of the shed from the direction of the stream. The stream had several well-placed rocks that afforded a way to cross the stream. Remembering my own youth, it didn't take me long to realize that kids from the school were using that shed as a little hideaway, something I had done myself. I got pretty excited thinking about the possibilities that offered to a voyeuristic child lover like myself. A little electronic surveillance equipment could provide a lot of entertainment value. I might even get lucky and snag a little pre-teen pussy if I played my cards right.
I was pretty excited about it, and signed the deal planning to move in the next week. The house had been empty for some time, and my finances were impeccable, so the deal closed quickly. Even though I had plenty of storage space in the house, I planned on storing a few unused items out in the shed. I had years worth of old books and magazines that would be interesting to an adolescent bent on discovering the mysteries of sexuality. A few little visual aids might spark some experimentation with the illicit users of my little shed, and I'd be watching and listening.
I didn't want to scare the kids off by actually setting the shed up for use, as they might be afraid that I'd accidentally catch them. I figured that if I just appeared to be using it for storage, the likelihood that I'd ever be in there would be slight. Surprising to me was that there was little obvious evidence that the shed was actively being used by the kids, but I knew what to look for the first time I explored the interior. Either they had cleaned it out when they knew the place had been sold or they were very tidy, but there were signs if you knew what to look for. The window that provided access was easy to open and the hinges showed signs of oil. The other two windows were latched on the inside and since the door had a rusty old padlock on it, there was only one way in and out. The windowsill was well worn from the passage of small bodies entering and exiting. There were some old cushions lying around that were devoid of dust and an old card table that someone else had probably thrown out leaning against the wall. A few old folded up lawn chairs completed the furnishings. I figured I could add to it a little as part of my storage idea. Perhaps an old single bed would help foster a little exploration.
I needed a very good place to set up a few mini-cameras that would give me a good view, yet be undiscoverable. I had just what I needed in a set of four wireless, self-contained, high-rez, ultra low-lux units. It was real high-tech spy stuff that I had bought from an old friend in the electronics business. They had a motion detector option, so I would know when someone came into the shed. The setup had cost me a bundle, but nothing was too good for my little hobby. New wiring and antennas would be too suspicious, even to young kids. An electrical junction box on the ceiling was the ideal candidate for one of the cameras and the transmitter. The placement of the other cameras would be more difficult. I'd have to think about it for a while. I could set up the dish receiver in the upstairs bedroom overlooking the back yard to pick up the weak short-range signal from the cams.
I was going to set up the garage as a place of business. I was a fix-it man by profession. I did lawn mower repair, bicycles, appliances, and even did a little work with computers and other electronics. All of this meant I was home most of the time, and did the kind of things that just naturally attracted curious kids who wanted to learn a thing or two. I could get to know them and earn their trust. I wasn't an evil person. I just had a thing for hairless pussies, slim hips, bubble butts and innocence. I'd never hurt them or force them to do anything against their will. I had never needed to resort to reprehensible tactics like that in the past. I was pretty good at the art of gentle seduction, and considered myself more of a teacher in the erotic arts for those that wanted to learn.
I didn't need to work actually, since the crazy bitch I'd been married to for 3 years had gotten herself killed by a drunk driver with good insurance (go figure). The settlement was for 3.8 million. We had taken out some cheap term insurance when we got married that paid another million, so with my modest living requirements, at age 30, I was set for life.
I had an old full sized pickup that I used in my business and for most other driving. I owned one more vehicle, and it was my only vice as far as spending money. It was even older than the pickup, but it looked virtually new. It was fast, sexy, and fun to drive and be seen in. It was red, speeding ticket red some called it, although I'd never gotten a ticket in it thanks to smart driving and an arsenal of electronic counter measures. It didn't hurt that most kids loved it and it made me look cool.
I chose a weekend to move my belongings, so I'd be able to be scoped out by the neighbors, especially the neighborhood kids. A new neighbor from out of state was cause for considerable interest in this small city of 50,000.
I met several of my neighbors, and some of the kids. They all seemed friendly enough. I introduced myself as Tim Thompson the "Fix-it" man. I told them of my intentions to set up a shop in my garage, and hoped that no one in the neighborhood would object. I already knew that there was no problem with the zoning laws. I assured them that the place would be kept neat, and I'd try to keep the noise down when I was working on something.
My next-door neighbors were Mark and Marie Marshall. They had a cute 9 year old (almost 10 she told me shyly) daughter named Marsha. They also had an 11-year-old son named Michael or Mike for short. I found out later that the other kids called them the M&M's. Cute, I thought. Mike was a self-confidant and outgoing youngster, and had a lot of questions, most of which I answered in as friendly a tone as I could muster. I was most interested in his question about what I was going to do with the shed. I told him I would be using it to store a bunch of old junk, since gardening wasn't one of my strong points. One of these days I'd think about getting rid of the stuff, but it wasn't a high priority. He liked that answer, but covered up his relief by asking another question.
Across the street lived Hank and Irene Pavlik, a very nice older couple whose three kids, two sons and a daughter. They were all grown up and out of the house. They proudly showed me pictures of their grandchildren.
Next door on the other side was Ralph Knotts, a recently divorced father with 12 year-old twin girls, Laura and Leslie. Unfortunately, his ex had custody and he didn't see them but once a month for the weekend, even though they lived nearby. He seemed pretty down, but he tried to cover it up by being neighborly. He seemed like a real nice guy to me.
By Sunday afternoon, I was pretty much moved into the house. The shop would take longer to set up, as I needed to prep the garage a little first. One thing I discovered, to my great joy, was the old single bed I'd found for the shed at a local auction. It had a tall decorative headboard with a shorter matching footboard. I would be able to incorporate my spy cams into the decoration by hollowing out the wood and drilling a small hole that fit in with the carving. The placements should make great vantagepoints to capture any interesting action that might occur. I moved it down there along with an assortment of carefully selected porn and an old copy of Gray's Anatomy. That stuff was mixed in with an assortment of ancient shop manuals, old radios, some of my old camping equipment and other assorted junk. I knew the kids would find them eventually.
I had cut the old rusty lock off of the double entry door and installed a new shiny one. Installing the cams took longer than I had anticipated, but I wanted to leave no trace. Discovery would be a complete disaster. The overhead light socket had been broken, so I replaced it with a new unit that had an auxiliary electrical socket and put in a new 95 watt bulb. I set up three VCR's and a color TV monitor that split the screen into four parts. They sat neatly on a shelf in the walk-in closet upstairs that I would be using for my media/computer room. I installed a decent lock on the door to insure privacy from possible snoops. The stage was set, and I was ready for my unknown players. I made some dinner for myself and cleaned up the kitchen so I could relax the rest of the evening, and not have to wake up to a mess in the morning.
As it turned out, I didn't have long to wait for the action to get started. It was getting close to dusk and I was kicked back doing a little web surfing when the monitor flickered on and the VCR's started recording. I heard a female voice say "Cool, we can still get in." There was a thump, and a girl I hadn't seen before appeared on the monitor followed by another thump, as another girl appeared on the screen. The picture on the monitor was somewhat snowy in the dim light, but I could make out that the second girl was little Marsha from next door. A male voice said, "See, just like I told you Karen, he's just using our playhouse for storage." Another thump sounded as he landed beside the window and appeared on the screen. It was Michael, the other half of the M&M's. The first girl appeared to be older, at least 12, maybe 13, judging by the prominent swellings evident under her T-shirt. The beam from a flashlight suddenly sliced through the relative gloom inside the shed. "Look at all the stuff he put in here. Check out the cool looking old bed." Mike sat on the bed flanked by the two girls, and I got a good profile of Karen from the headboard cam. From the way her T-shirt was pushed out, she definitely had some nice little titties growing.
So far the setup was working perfectly. I was pleased that it was working, as I really hadn't had time to test it. The low-lux cams produced an acceptable picture, but I wished they would turn on the light so I could get a better look at Karen.
"This is gonna be great." Karen said. "Much more comfortable than cushions on the floor. What else did he put in here? Maybe there's something else in here we can use."
"Should we be looking through his stuff? I mean, that is snooping and it's not right."
Marsha's first words endeared her to me. A nice, well-behaved, child it would seem. I hoped she would be outvoted this time though, because part of my plan was having them discover what I'd left for them to see. I didn't have to worry because Karen took charge right away. I figured she was the leader of this group.
"Don't be such a chicken. Mike said that Mr. Thompson told him that he just needed a place to stash his old junk until he got around to taking it to the dump. We'll just be real careful not to break anything, and put stuff back the way we found it. Let's see what we can find before it gets too dark. We can look some more tomorrow during lunch break"
Mike noticed the new light fixture. "Hey look at this. He fixed the light." So saying he pulled the string and the room lit up.
Karen hissed. "Turn that off. What if he looked out here and saw the light on. We'd get caught."
The room dimmed again as Mike apologized. "You're right. I didn't think about that. We'll have to find a way to cover the windows after dark if we want to use the light."
"What does he have in here that we could use to cover the window? I want to go through some of this stuff before any of the others get here. That overhead would certainly be better than the flashlight."
Karen started looking through some of the piles of stuff, and found a couple of small area rugs I'd left in there. "Here, one of these should work." She handed Mike one of the rugs, and told him to put it over the window.
I'd noticed that the window used to have a curtain over it at one time when I checked it out earlier, and there were some long finishing nails located in convenient places. Mike pushed the nails through the rug and it effectively blocked the window. Problem solved.
"There, that's much better. Marsha, go outside and see if you can see any light showing now." Marsha climbed through the window as Karen turned on the overhead light, brightening the image on my monitor. Mike had stuck his head out of the window so he could converse with his sister while Karen stood under the light with her hand on the light cord. A moment later Marsha returned to the window and Mike gave Karen the thumbs up sign.
"Great! Now when we need good light we'll have it. Let's look around in here for a while. Just remember where things were so that they can be put back in the same place. That will make it look as if nothing has been disturbed."
Smart girl Karen. I used to do the same thing when I was a kid, and I wanted to listen to my older brother's records. I'd always leave the stacks of 45's exactly the way I found them, and in the same order. I was probably more careful with them than he was, and I don't think I was ever found out.
Karen was an attractive girl with shoulder length brown hair. It seemed like she was a couple of inches taller than Mike, and appeared to be a few pounds overweight. Just enough extra weight to make her a little softer around the edges. It probably enhanced her small boobies as well. She was at the edge of the camera lens, so it was hard to be certain. I thought I'd remembered seeing her go by my house on her bike once, but I hadn't gotten a real good look at her then.
I hadn't made it too easy for them to find the really good stuff the way I'd stacked the boxes. The anatomy book was in the top box of one of the stacks so as to give them a bit of incentive to look through the rest of the stuff.
"Wow, check this out. It's a medical book. I've seen this in the library before. Some senior high school girl had it out while she was doing research for some kind of biology class project. While she was looking for another book, I kinda flipped through some of the pages. It's got some great illustrations of all of the interesting body parts, if you know what I mean."
Mike and Marsha had been sitting on the bed, and I noticed that he had his arm around her, holding her close. He whispered something in her ear and she giggled.
Karen looked up at the sound. "Alright you two. I suppose it's nothing you guys haven't seen before, but I'll bet that it explains about stuff that we don't know much about. I wonder if he's got any sexy stuff in here?"
Mike chuckled. "I already got all the sexy stuff I need, right here." He squeezed his little sister for emphasis.
Marsha giggled again, and twisted in Mike's arms. She threw her arms around him, and gave him a kiss right on the lips.
Oh man, I was thinking. I may have hit the jackpot. It appeared that the M&M's were much closer than the typical brother and sister. From all appearances it looked like they might be having some sort of sex with each other already.
Karen sighed and shook her head. "I see I'm not gonna get much help from you two, but I'm gonna look some more."
Karen proceeded to look through more boxes while Mike laid back on the bed, pulling Marsha on top of him. After a little nuzzling, they got into a heavy make-out session. He groped her small round buns through her tight shorts and assisted her in humping her young pussy against his groin.
Karen divided her attention between observing the young couple on the bed, and looking through the various boxes. "Is he doing it like I taught him Marsha?"
Marsha broke her kiss with her brother. "Oh yeah. You taught us real good K. I'm getting the tingles and it feels real good. You gonna show us some more stuff we can do?"
"Naw, I don't know much more than what my cousin showed me last month. I already showed you all that. Anyways, it's getting late ... hey, wait a minute. What's this? Wow! Look at this. I found some dirty magazines. There's pictures of people doin' it."
Bingo. I hadn't expected my stash to be discovered so soon, but the timing couldn't have been better.
The siblings bounced off the bed to look over Karen's shoulder. The camera angle didn't let me see their faces, but they sure seemed excited by the discovery.
Just then Mike said, "Oh Shit, I hear mom calling for us sis. Look, Karen, can you sneak out tonight and meet me down here? I really want to look at these, but we gotta go right now."
"Ok, when? I'm sure my mom will be too drunk to notice me missing in a couple of hours."
"A little after 10 should be cool. Mom and dad always go to bed early on Sundays."
"Ok. See ya later."
Marsha had already scrambled out the window, and I could hear her yelling back at her mother. Mike and Karen shared a hurried, but promising kiss, and he, too, scurried out the window. Karen tidied up, but left the three magazines on the bed under the pillow. She turned out the light, and I lost my clean picture, but I could hear her make her exit.
It looked like I might be staying up late tonight, and if I was lucky, get a good show that I could jack off to. Obviously, these three kids had already started exploring, and didn't seem to be shy about it. They wouldn't be back for a couple of hours, so I fixed myself a snack, and rolled up a doobie from my stash of some great homegrown bud. I set it aside to smoke later, and resumed my surfing to pass the time while waiting for my little explorers.
The cam monitor flickered on at 10:12 as a flashlight beam cut through the darkness, and I could hear scraping sounds. Karen climbed through the window. At least I thought it was Karen. When the beam of light swung to the pillow on the bed I was certain. The magazines were retrieved from their hiding spot under the pillow, and Karen sat on the bed with the magazines on her lap. Using the flashlight, she looked at the covers of each in turn, and opened the cover of the old "Private", since it had no pictures on the cover.
That "Private", a Swedish publication from the early70's, was pretty much straight sex, nothing too kinky. It showed a one-on-one picture set between a man and a woman with each doing oral. It ended up with the man cumming in the woman's mouth, but it wasn't a facial. You knew that the man came because of the cum escaping in two rivulates on either side of her mouth. There was an erotic story and another picture set that showed two women pleasuring each other. A man showed up later in the scene, and fucked one of the women doggy-style, while the other lay under her and licked her clit. The last pic showed a nice creampie shot of the women's open pussy hole as it drained down into the other woman's open mouth.
I hoped that the "Private" wouldn't be overkill for the kids, and end up grossing them out, but knowing that sex could be messy was part of the learning process. The other two mags weren't as hardcore, but I chose them for the variety of positions shown, the extra clear close-ups, and the attractiveness and youthfulness of the participants. There were no cumshots in either of those two, and they were all heterosexual couples. I had one more stash of mags that were very hardcore. They showed anal sex and other kinky stuff like bondage and spanking, but I had made sure they would be very hard to find. One of the mags in that stash had ads for kiddie porn mags that showed covers of kids having sex with kids and kids with adults. That was the mag that I had hoped might sew some seeds to help me get a piece of young stuff eventually. At least I hoped that it would open them up to the possibility.
Mike's entrance interrupted my musings. I lit up the doobie taking a big hit, and sat back to see what developed.
"You didn't start without me did you Karen? How come you didn't turn on the light?"
"No, I just got here myself. All I've done is look at the covers. I'm not sure we should chance the light. What if someone could see it from across the creek?"
"Well, we could use another one of those rugs to cover the window. I want to be able to see."
"Um, ok. Is there something to hang it on?"
"Shine the light up here. Damn, there's no nails. Maybe I can tuck it into this gap between the boards good enough to keep it up."
I couldn't see too well on the monitor, but it sounded like Mike was setting up a chair to stand on. I could see the need to install the fourth camera to expand my coverage of the room.
"Ok, hand me that brown rug."
"Yeah, that's got it. Turn on the light so I can see if it covers the whole window."
I heard the click of the string being pulled and the room was flooded with light. Much better. At least I could see them clearly now.
"It's a little lopsided. There, it's all covered now."
Mike got off of the chair and folded it back up.
Karen giggled. "My Hero."
When Mike turned around Karen put her arms around him and they kissed. It wasn't a friendly type kiss. Obviously these two had kissed more than a few times before.
"Umm, I've been waiting for this all day. Is Marsha cool with it, you know, sneaking out without her?"
"You know how she is. She pretty much does what I tell her to do. She's a little unhappy about not being able to be with us, but it's much harder for her to sneak out. I can get out of my window onto the porch roof, and climb down the trellis. She's afraid of heights, so she can't do it. I promised to tell her all about what we do tonight. Let's look at those dirty pictures now."
They sat down on the bed, and Mike picked up the mag with the picture of a woman on the cover. She was lying on a bed with her legs spread.
"Look at all that hair between her legs. How come you and Marsha don't have any?"
Karen retorted, "You don't have any either you teaser. You know we are too young yet. My cousin has a little, but she told me that she was going to shave it all off after school was out. She didn't like the way it looked, but she said the girls in gym class would make fun of her if she didn't have any. It's supposed to prove you aren't a kid anymore."
"I don't like it either. I'm with your cousin on that. I think it's ugly. You and Marsha are real pretty down there."
"Pretty? Thanks, I think. I wouldn't call it that myself. It looks weird to me."
"Yeah? Well, I sure like looking at both of you. Yours looks different than hers, but you're three years older too. Can I see it? I want to compare yours with the one in the magazine."
"Ok, but I've got a better idea. Let's both get naked while we look at the pictures. That way we can touch each other while we look at the pictures, and if we see something that looks interesting, we could try it ourselves."
Yeah baby. This was going to be great. The first day and I'd already hit pay dirt. I took another big hit while watching Karen and Mike take off their clothes. I removed a condom from its wrapper and slipped it on over my rising cock. I'd always found condoms to be the ideal way to masturbate. The precum that oozed out of my cock made the inside of the condom very slippery, and caught my ejaculate later, so there was no mess. I didn't expect them to actually fuck, but whatever they did while naked would be enough to get me excited.
Karen had a nice little body. Her shape was curving nicely in the right places and I envied young Mike his close proximity to the lovely girl. Her tits were small, maybe AA cup, but were already shaped like the real thing and sported fairly large nipples. They looked damned tasty to me. I'd love to have the opportunity to worship them with my mouth. Mike was a fine looking boy, but I wasn't into boys. His already hard little penis was circumcised, and hadn't started its growth spurt yet, but it was respectable for his age. I doubted if he was able to ejaculate yet, but I'd bet he could feel pleasure. It would probably be a good fit for Karen's tight little pussy if they went that far.
They sat beside each other on the bed with their backs against wall, and started leafing through the first book. I had a pretty good view of Karen from the headboard cam. The cam mounted in the footboard had a lower angle and gave me a good view of Mike's stiffy and Karen's face. The first few pics showed kissing and genital fondling, and the kids mimicked what they saw. Mike had his fingers on Karen's little peach, petting it gently. Karen had her hand wrapped around his shaft and was rubbing her thumb over the head.
I hoped they would act out the next page. The couple in the mag started giving each other head and I was curious to see how they'd react to it.
The anticipated page was turned, and Karen gasped, "Ooo Look what they are they doing now. My cousin told me that her boyfriend had licked her there once, but I didn't believe it. You wouldn't do that would you?"
"Um, well, I would try it if you would do me like she is doing him. (He pointed to the next page where the woman had a cock in her mouth) It seems kinda gross, but they sure look like they are enjoying it. I just had my bath, so I'm clean down there."
"I, well, I didn't have a bath, but I washed my pussy just in case you wanted to touch me down there tonight. I guess I would do you like that if you did me first."
Cool, they were going to try oral sex for the first time. How freakin' lucky could I get? I checked to make sure that the tapes were rolling and hoped I'd get a clear view on at least one of the cameras. I had a good buzz on and my woody was drooling big time. Even if they didn't get off, I knew I was going to pop.
"You wanna do it now, or look at the rest of the pictures first?"
Mike seemed eager to try it. Maybe he just wanted to get a closer look at her pussy, but I was hoping he'd really like eatin' pussy. That was my favorite activity with young girls and I hoped Mike would get off on it as well. My mouth watered just thinking about tasting Karen's fresh little peach.
"Let's look at the rest of the pictures first."
I watched them for the next ten minutes as they looked through the rest of the first "instruction manual" then continued with the second one. I was just stimulating my cock enough to stay hard and on edge. They kept up fondling each other the whole time, and making comments about each discovery. Both were breathing pretty heavy by the time they finished the second one.
Meanwhile, the suspense was building up in me. I kept mentally pushing them to get on with it, even though I knew that the kids couldn't be rushed, as this was all pretty new and exciting for them. My throbbing boner was starting to get painful, but I wanted to wait until the action started.
Mike must have picked up on my vibes, because he set the dirty picture books aside, and pushed Karen down on the bed. He got between her legs and lay down on top of her. They kissed passionately for a minute, and then Mike slid down her body, stopping every now and then to kiss and lick her smooth flesh. He spent some time sucking on her small breasts, and Karen was making little pleasure noises, apparently appreciating his efforts. He kissed his way down to peachville, and pushed her legs farther apart. His face was right above her smooth split and I could hear him inhale deeply. I think he found her scent to be appealing, because he made a small moan.
"I don't smell bad, do I?" Karen was turned on, but sounded a bit worried.
Her looked up at her face, and shook his head.
"No, I like the way you smell. I can't describe it, but it's exciting me somehow. I want to see it better though. Can you hold your legs up so I can see it better?"
Karen giggled nervously, but pulled her legs up so that her ankles were close to her ears.
That caused me to moan as I got my first really good look at her delicious bare peach. If she had any hair, I couldn't see it, and it excited me. I wish I had Mike's view, but his butt was blocking the other cam.
Mike looked intently at her exposed puss, and slid his finger through the spread lips. He looked at his finger, and rubbed his finger and thumb together. I guessed she had made some honey as a result of looking at the pictures. He smelled his finger and licked it. He slid his finger through her lips again causing Karen to moan, and then poked at her center with his finger.
"Ow, be careful there. I'm still a virgin and my cherry is sensitive."
"Sorry Karen. I didn't mean to hurt you. Marsha's doesn't look like this. Yours has a tiny little hole in it. Too small for even my little finger to go in. Her hole is much bigger. I can put my whole finger in it, and it doesn't hurt her as long as I wet my finger in my mouth first. I won't need to do that with you. You're all slippery down here already."
Now I was really wishing I had Mike's view. I had never seen an intact cherry before. Both of the other girls her age that I had enjoyed had been missing that mysterious piece of flesh before I got to them.
Mike lowered his face to her crotch, and gave her a light kiss. Evidently it wasn't distasteful, because he swiped his tongue through her gash from cherry to clit, and Karen's body convulsed with pleasure.
"OH!", she gasped. "What did you do just then? That felt really good. Do it again."
Mike proceeded to do just that, causing the same reaction. He licked his lips and his brow furrowed, concentrating on her taste.
"You taste pretty good, a little salty, but I never tasted anything like this before. It's hard to describe."
He dove back in and started licking her in earnest. He soon noticed that Karen had the strongest reaction when he hit that little bump at the top, so he started concentrating on it. Karen was really getting off on his tongue, and the noises she was making were really turning me on. I was as hard as I'd been in a long time, and was close to cumming. I wanted to wait for her cum, and I hoped that she would get there soon.
Mike kept at it like a trooper. I think he liked the noises she was making as well. He was turned on. I could tell because he was humping the bed. Karen's noises turned into squeals, and Mike hesitated.
"Don't stop. Don't stop. It's happening."
I'm not sure if Mike knew what was happening to Karen, but he resumed his oral assault.
Karen released her hold on her legs, and gripped his head between her thighs. She hunched her puss on his face, and mauled her titties with her hands, twisting and pulling her hard nipples. Her back arched off the bed as her orgasm started. My own muscles clenched in sympathy as my long awaited load jetted into the condom. Again and again I felt the glorious spasms of release. Damn, that was a good one I thought as I came down from my own high.
I had closed my eyes when my climax began, and when they opened again Mike was rubbing his abused ears. He had a shit-eating grin on his cum covered face though, as he looked upon the sated face of his partner. He knew he had done something good for her, and was justifiably proud.
After a couple of minutes her breathing slowed, and she opened her eyes. "Oh, Mike. That was awesome, the best I've ever felt."
She held her arms open to him, inviting him into an embrace. He hesitated, licking his lips, but she pulled him down and plastered her lips on his. The kiss went on for quite a long time, and Mike had started humping against her mons before they finally came up for air.
I had a pretty good view between their legs, but her sweet puss was in shadow so I couldn't make out the details.
Karen giggled. "I can taste myself on your lips. It's not bad I guess, but I'm more interested in finding out how you taste. Let's trade places, and I'll lick you for a while."
They scrambled around until Karen was kneeling between Mike's legs. That had the fortunate result of putting her pretty little pussy a couple of feet from the camera lens. It was a treat, but I did wish that her legs were spread so I could see inside her pinkness.
She inspected Mike's small tool, and fondled his hairless balls. Evidently a small drop of precum had formed on the tip, because she touched it with her finger, and watched with interest as it stretched into a thin strand as she pulled her finger away. A shiver went through me as she sucked her finger into her mouth. I imagined my cock being surrounded by those soft, petal-like lips.
"Hmmm, doesn't taste like much of anything. Just a hint of salt, but no flavor like my, uh, stuff."
Karen licked Mike's shaft like it was a lollipop, and Mike's legs closed reflexively as the sensation hit him.
"Ouch. Watch those knees, Mike."
"Sorry, that felt so good I couldn't help it. Maybe you should get on the outside."
Karen straddled his legs, which had the effect of opening her tender young slit to the watchful eye of the camera, and my lecherous gaze. As she leaned forward to take Mike's cock in her mouth for the first time, it caused her small opening to open even wider, and I could actually make out her cherry. It was a deliciously lewd sight and I longed for a taste. I could see some wetness oozing out of her. Too bad there was no such thing as smellovision.
Since the monitor screen was split four ways, I couldn't see the tiny hole that Mike mentioned, but later, I should be able to make a capture from the tape, and see it full screen.
Mike was small enough that she could take all of him into her mouth. I could see his thigh muscles flex and his toes curl.
Mike gasped loudly. "Geez, Karen. That feels great."
She looked up at his face, and smiled around his stiff little soldier. I groaned at the erotic sight, and my big soldier got stiff again. I needed independent eyes, like a lizard, right then, trying to watch the action on two screens at the same time. It was a good thing I had all this on SVHS tape. I'd be spending a lot time editing tape later for sure.
I could see her mouth working. I figured she was using her tongue on him, although I couldn't say for certain. Whatever she was doing, it was getting to Mike. He didn't make as much noise as Karen had, but his body squirmed and jerked around a lot. His hips started flexing, trying to get a little in and out motion going. Karen picked up on what he was doing, and started bobbing her head on him, her lips tightly pursed around his hardness.
Mike was building up to a big one. His chest was heaving with the effort, and he started making a whining sound. I wondered if he would squirt in her mouth when he came. Even though I had just had a really great O, I was empathizing so much with Mike that I was approaching another one. My legs were straining with almost as much effort as Mike.
"Oh, oh, I, yes, I'm gonna, ahh, ARGH, AHHH."
I could just make out Karen's eyes as Mike got his release. They opened wide like she was surprised. I surmised that she had received an unexpected gift. I gave her a lot of credit for staying with him through it though. Most girls would have backed off immediately.
Mike slumped back on the bed gasping for breath. Karen didn't know quite what to do. She still had his cock in her mouth. Mike helped out by pulling his oversensitive cock away from her. His eyes opened, but they weren't focused on anything yet.
"What ... happened? Its ... its ... never felt like that before."
His eyes finally focused on Karen, who looked somewhat distressed. She still had a mouthful of his spend, and didn't know if she should spit or swallow.
I was surprised that Mike figured it out, but maybe he could tell by looking at her face.
"Did I squirt? I've never done that before. Let me see it."
Karen still didn't seem to know what to do, so Mike cupped his hand and held it under her face. Karen opened her mouth, and a small amount of whitish fluid drooled out into Mike's hand.
There wasn't that much and it looked pretty thin to me. There was still some coating her tongue, but she managed to slur, "What is that stuff? It won't hurt me will it?"
"No, I don't think so. It's called semen or cum according to what my dad told me. It's got sperms in it that makes women have babies."
"Oh God. I'm not going to get pregnant am I?"
I was appalled at the lack of knowledge that kids had. They really should know a lot more about sex by the time they reached this age.
"No, it has to go in your vagina. My dad kinda gave me a sex talk. He warned me not to go sticking my dick up a girl's vagina unless I was wearing a rubber to catch what I squirt. I told him I didn't squirt yet, but he said I probably would one of these days soon. He said that once a girl had gotten her period, she could get pregnant and have babies, and that stuff I squirt was what made babies. Have you gotten your period yet?"
My opinion of Mike's father Mark rose a notch. He, at least, recognized that kids need to know a few things about sex at a young age, and had the comfort level he needed to discuss it with his son. Maybe he'd be easier to talk to than I thought.
"No, and I don't want to either. Kate got hers a couple months ago and she hates it. She gets these pains in her stomach and bleeds all over the place."
Mike sniffed at the strange substance in his hand and stirred it around with his finger. He lifted his finger to his mouth and put in on his tongue. He swished it around and swallowed.
"Smells funny. Tastes funny too. Not a very strong smell or taste, but, well, I guess sex stuff has its own unique flavor. It's not like anything else. What did you think about it?"
Karen worked her mouth a bit concentrating on the flavor of what remained in her mouth.
"I didn't really think about tasting it. It surprised me. I thought you were peeing in my mouth at first, but it was too thick to be pee. I ... I didn't know what it was, or if I should swallow it, or what. It feels a little slimy, and it's more salty than that clear stuff. It didn't taste bad, but it didn't taste good either. Like you said, it doesn't have a strong taste. Let me try it again while I'm thinking about it."
I hadn't gotten off when Mike did and had just been lazily stroking myself, but when Karen stuck her tongue into the pool of virgin semen to get another taste, I climaxed spontaneously. It wasn't as intense as the earlier one, and it surprised me that it happened. It still felt good though. Girls who ate cum were a major turn-on for me, and the innocent way Karen did it tickled my libido.
"I see what you mean. It kinda reminds me of library paste, or the chlorine smell of a swimming pool, but it's ok. It definitely has a salty taste. I guess it ... just tastes like you."
"Yeah, maybe that's it, just like your stuff tastes like you. I like your taste better than mine. In fact I liked it a lot. I really liked licking you. I could tell that it made you feel good. I'll do it again if you want. You don't have to do me again if you didn't like it."
"No, I'll do you again too. I'm not crazy about the taste, but it isn't that bad. I really liked the way you felt in my mouth, and when you started squirting I could feel it pulsing. That was pretty cool. I really loved what you did to me though. You can do that a lot. It made me feel better than anything, ever."
Mike yawned, and Karen yawned in response.
"I'm getting pretty sleepy. Maybe we should call it a night. We have school tomorrow."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. We still have to straighten up this place before we go. I know where the magazines go, so I'll put them back and you can help me stack up the boxes."
They stood up and gave each other a hug and a brief kiss.
"Umm. It feels so good to feel your naked body against mine. This was a lot of fun. I'm glad I discovered those magazines."
"Yeah. No wonder the grown-ups like to do this a lot. It's not fair that they keep it a secret from us kids though. I can't wait to show Marsha what I've learned. I hope she likes it as much as you did."
"Oh, I think she will. She likes you to touch her and it makes her feel good, right? Your mouth will feel even better, believe me."
They broke apart and started putting on their clothes. After they had the place squared away to their satisfaction, they turned out the light and left.
The recorders turned themselves off, and I sat back to ponder the events of the evening and the promise of the days ahead. Even if there were no other kids as adventuresome as these three, I'd be more than satisfied with my little setup.
To be continued ??
The fresh coat of white interior paint brightened up the garage considerably. This afternoon I could start building the benches and installing the cabinets I'd need to house the trappings of my business. I looked at my watch and discovered it was late morning. All the time I was working, the events of the morning and previous evening replayed in my head. I could hardly believe my good fortune to have stumbled across kids who were sexually active. Well, not fully sexually active, sexually curious was a better description so far. Even though they had not had intercourse yet, it was only a matter of time until that happened, and it was likely that my shed would be the site chosen to perform the deed when it finally happened.
The morning had started out great, as a parade of kids went by my house on their way to school. I had one of the two garage doors open in preparation for my morning work. Of course, I greeted all of those who looked my way with a hearty "Good Morning". A few of them actually approached me, coming up the driveway to check me out. They used various guises, such as checking out my "cool" car (the cover was off for just such a purpose), wanting to know what I was working on in the garage, etc.
Most were just curious, but a really cute pair of redheaded twins seemed more interested in me specifically. Now I knew why Ralph, my next door neighbor, seemed down. These cuties were his girls, Laura and Leslie, and I could see why he would miss them. After they had introduced themselves as kind of next door neighbors, the two sixth graders flirted with me with all the girlish charms they possessed. Without being too obvious about it, I flirted back, subtly letting them know I was interested. Mike and Marsha showed up to say hi, interrupting things before they got out of hand. The four of them headed off to school with Karen when she showed up a couple of minutes later. Before they left, I told all of them that they were welcome to come visit me any time. I got very nice smiles from all of them as they departed.
From the giggles and gestures I observed as they walked away, I had the feeling that I was the topic of conversation. Hopefully, I had made a good impression, as I wanted to get to know all of them more intimately, and from the way the twins had flirted with me, it gave me a good deal of hope that more of my plans would come to fruition.
All morning I fantasized about the twins, the possibilities that they presented, and how to exploit their apparent interest in me to my advantage. Also in my thoughts were visions of Karen and Marsha giving their virginity to Mike, with me watching and recording the momentous occasion. I was glad that setting up the cams had been my first priority, otherwise I wouldn't have been privileged to see the show they had unwittingly given me last night.
I did wonder what had gone on between the threesome before I moved into the house. They seemed unnaturally at ease with each other in sharing such intimate activity without apparent embarrassment. For Mike and Marsha to share the knowledge of their incestuous relationship with a friend would normally be very risky. One thing that stuck in my mind was Marsha's statement about Karen teaching THEM how to kiss and excite each other with their hands. Perhaps the older cousin that had shown Karen those things had shown her a few other tricks as well.
It would be interesting to see what happened when the "Private" magazine was perused by the threesome, since it showed some of the possible activities that a threesome could enjoy together. My mind's eye went wild with the vision of watching the girls licking each other, with Mike fucking one of them at the same time, just like in the pictures. I knew they were adventurous, but wondered if they would be so bold as to engage in three-way sex. I really doubted it, at least at first, since neither girl had yet been penetrated. It was a sure bet that it wouldn't be long in coming, after what I witnessed last night. Since Marsha had no cherry to speak of, I figured she'd be the first one to experience Mike's love tool inside her tight little puss.
I decided to fix myself a little lunch, and check for any noontime action out in the shed.
I got up to my viewing room and found that some action was already in progress. I'd have to find out the details of the lunch schedule at the school. I took my sandwich and a cold beer up to my secret room. When I got up there, I found the shed already occupied. Karen and the twins were sitting on the bed talking and eating their lunches. I sat down to listen.
"Yeah, Carl is such a wimp. I don't see why Kate bothers with him, no matter how cute he is. Even though Mike is a year younger, he is way more mature than most of the sixth grade boys, and he is just as cute as Carl. Plus, he knows how to treat a girl. He kisses better than Justin, and he's fourteen."
"You made out with Justin? When? Laura has been hot for him for a year, but he doesn't know she exits."
"Shut up Les. I've seen you trying to flirt with him, and he ignores you too. How did you get him to notice you Karen?"
"Well Duh, I think it has something to do with these." Karen said cupping her breasts.
"You two are still carpenters dreams. You know how boys are. Unless you've got titties, you're not worth their time. But I'd forget about Justin if I were you. All he wanted to do was maul my titties, and like I said, he not a very good kisser. Mike, on the other hand, knows how to make me feel special. He's gentle when he touches me, but he also takes the initiative like a boy should. It's like he can read my mind."
"Yeah, Mike is Hot Karen, but I still don't know why he picked you instead of one of us. We're cute, and we've let him know we're available. Oh God, its not the boob thing with him too is it? It's not fair."
"No, I don't think Mike really cares that much about boobs. I mean, he likes mine and everything, but I think it's that you guys are too pushy. You do come on pretty strong, and that turns some guys off."
"It didn't seem to turn Mr. Thompson off this morning, did it Les? And he's a Real man. Handsome too and he's got a great bod."
"Ummm, yes he does sis. Talk about Hot. I'd spread my legs for him in a minute if I got the chance."
Whoa. They think I'm hot, and they are thinking about sex with me. My odds of getting into their panties just got better, but I had best move slowly.
"What? You've got to be kidding, Laura. What makes you think he'd be interested in a little girl like you? And what would you do after you "spread your legs" for him, as you so crudely put it? Do you have any idea what you're talking about? No, I didn't think so."
Ha. If Karen only knew what I was interested in she might be surprised. I'd be willing to teach a couple of enthusiastic beginners.
"Well, maybe not, Karen, but Laura's right about one thing. We flirted with him this morning before you showed up, and he seemed interested. I caught him checkin' out her ass when she leaned over the window of that cute car of his to look inside."
Crap. I hadn't been as subtle as I'd thought. Young girls aren't stupid, and they pick up on body language easier than most adults. Since they were so eager, I could back off a lot, and make them try harder before caving in to them.
"No shit! I wonder if he is one those dirty old men that we hear about so much. The ones that like to have sex with little girls that we're supposed to be so afraid of, according to Mrs. Hendricks."
"Oooo, I hope so, although he isn't THAT old. He seemed real nice to me and didn't look all that dirty or scary. Wouldn't that be just too cool though to have sex with a real grown up man? Maybe we can find out next week after school is out. He said we can visit him any time, and since mom is going to let us stay home by ourselves this summer while she works, we'll have plenty to time to hang out."
This summer might prove to be very interesting. Maybe I could get them into a three-way. That would be hot. Twins had always fascinated me, and a three way with twins was one of my hottest fantasies. Young virgin twins made the fantasy even hotter.
"For sure, sis. Maybe we could convince him to teach us a few things. I sure want to learn. Anyway, I think Daddy is more of a dirty old man than Mr. Thompson is. He's always trying to look down our blouses and trying to catch us naked. I think we overdid our teasing too much and he can't take it anymore."
Looks like Ralph and I have something in common. Maybe he and I could share the charms of his daughters.
"Well, whose fault is that? You're one who "accidentally" dropped her towel after her bath a few months ago, and made a big show out of bending over to pick it up to show him your big butt. I thought he was gonna have a heart attack."
"What do you mean, MY big butt. Yours is just as big, and just who "forgot" to wear her panties last month when you got him to look at your skinned knee while wearing a dress? You made sure he could see up your skirt."
Ah, sweet sibling rivalry.
"I can't believe you two. You've been flashing your own Father? That's downright cruel, especially after what your mother put him through. Didn't you tell me that he wasn't getting any from her, and they used to fight about it all the time? Isn't that why they got divorced? I thought you liked your daddy."
"Well, we do like him, and we know he loves us, but that's why he's so much fun to tease. Besides, who else do we have to practice on? No one else gives us a second look. That is, until Mr. Thompson this morning. I guess we should cool it with daddy though. I do feel bad for him. I don't think he's dated since he and mom broke up. He just works all the time."
Scratch that earlier idea. Too bad for Ralph, but I wouldn't encourage them into family incest. It would have to be their choice.
"Crap, was that the second lunch bell? Some of the others will be here soon. Look guys, I'm gonna let you in on what the M&M's and I found last night, but you've got to keep it a secret, ok?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
"No, I mean it. Promise me."
"Geez, ok already. We promise. What's the big deal anyway?"
"Mr. Thompson has some dirty magazines in one of these boxes, and I don't mean Playboy's. These are full of pictures of naked people doin it. They show everything. If you think you're gonna tease Mr. Thompson enough to get him to fool around with you, you had better know something about what you're getting into first."
"Really? Let's see them."
"Yeah, why didn't you show them to us when we had more time?"
"Well, I didn't know that you had been flirting with grownups, and actually considering doing more than flirting. Were you serious about that, or was it just talk? Do you even know how to kiss properly yet?"
"We know how to kiss don't we Les?"
"Oh c'mon sis. Karen's a friend. She's not gonna tell anybody."
"You mean you don't want me to tell anyone that you've been practicing kissing with each other?"
"How did you know?"
"Haha, I didn't, but I do now. What's the big deal anyway? Like you said, who else do you have to practice with? You don't want to act like a no nothing dork when some boy finally gets up the nerve to kiss you, do you? That's how my cousin explained it to me anyway. She taught me how to kiss. It was a little weird at first, but at least I know how to do it right."
Ah, that little Karen was a devious one, and even smarter than I first thought.
"We thought Mike taught you how."
"Nope, I taught him."
"Can you, uh, teach us too? I mean we kiss and stuff, but we don't know if we are doing it right."
Karen looked at the twins' anxious faces and seemed to make a decision.
"Ok. Here's what I'll do. One of you stand lookout by the window, and I'll kiss the other one. If you are doing it wrong, we'll practice tomorrow. If you are doing it right, just keep on practicing with each other."
"I'll watch this time Laura."
"Um, this does seem kind of weird, but lets do it. How do we do it?"
"Stand up and put your arms around me. Part of what makes the kiss exciting is body contact."
Laura seemed very nervous, but Karen calmed her down.
"Relax. Just pretend I'm Les."
Laura took a deep breath and leaned her head back slightly as Karen was a bit taller. The two girls' lips met and I could tell that Laura wasn't up to par with Karen's expectations as she drew back.
"Sorry, Laura. That was a little girls kiss. It was sweet, but you need to open your mouth and use your tongue. Lets try it again."
"Damn. Here comes Kate, and she's got Carl with her."
"Damn the luck. We'll try again tomorrow and start earlier. I'm not going to show you the pictures until you know how to kiss. We need to get going if we're going to make our bell. If we get detention, our fun will be spoiled for the rest of the week."
The girls scrambled out the window only to be replaced by two other kids a minute later that I hadn't seen before. Kate and Carl I presumed. Kate was a tall slender redhead. She towered over Carl by at least half a head. Her hair had to be very long, because even in a braid it hung down to her waist. She was wearing a white blouse, and I could see her training bra underneath it. Not that she had much to train, but there were some bumps there at least. A modest pleated skirt completed her attire. Carl was a blue-eyed blonde of average build, and very cute, but boys don't do much for me. He seemed to be a little nervous to be alone with Kate as he kept looking out the window.
"C'mon Carl. We don't have a lot of time. He's not even home. I checked, and his truck isn't in the carport. You can see it through the bushes from the fork. Besides Karen said he never comes down here."
Kate didn't know that the pickup was backed up to the garage instead of being parked in the carport. I'd have to investigate that vantagepoint, the fork as she called it, to see just what could be seen of my property from the creek
"Ok, if you are really sure, Kate. I guess if Karen says it's cool, that's good enough for me. I just wouldn't want to get caught in here by the new owner. My parents would kill me. I was afraid we'd lose this place when that guy moved in. It's about the only place we kids can go to have some private time together without our parents watching us all the time."
"Yeah, but we only have about 12 minutes until the next bell rings, and then we have to go back to class. Wow! Cool! Look at this bed. I thought Karen was shittin' me. Wanna try it out with me?"
That seemed like a pretty good come-on to me, especially the way she delivered it, but Carl appeared to be a little dense. Maybe the girls were right and this Carl was a wimp. At the least, he was shy around girls. Couldn't really blame him for that though. I was the same way when I was his age, and I was really glad I'd outgrown that problem.
For the next ten minutes Kate tried various flirting techniques with Carl, but she was too subtle for the boy, and had no luck enticing him to get "friendlier" with her. The twins might have had better luck with their heavy-handed tactics, but I knew they weren't interested in boys their age. Kate gave up and they left before the bell rang for the next lunch period.
The M&M's showed up with lunches in hand, but the main course wasn't in those brown bags. They sat on the bed and Marsha pulled her dress up and took off her panties so that Mike could pet her pussy. Mike unzipped his fly, and Marsha carefully pulled her prize out of the opening. Mike got down to business while wolfing down his sandwich and fruit. They must do this everyday, because they seemed to have no trouble eating one handed. I guess you learn how to do things quickly when time is always short.
"So, what did you and Karen do last night? I've been waiting all day to hear what happened?"
"It was great, Cuddle Bear. I wish you could have been there, but I'll make it up to you. We got naked and looked at two of the books. We touched each other, like you and I are doing now, and then later we tried a couple of things that we saw in the book. I'll show you what Karen loved the best."
"Are you sure we have time?"
"I think so. Karen got the big feeling in less time than it usually takes, and she said it felt much better as well. She said you were going to love it."
"Really? What are you going to do?"
"I'm gonna lick your kitty. I know it sounds weird, but I really liked doing it to Karen. Karen licked me too. She said she liked it and you know what? She made me squirt. It was the best feeling I've ever had."
"Really? Wow! You've never done that before. It sounds nasty, but if you and Karen liked it, I probably will too."
She scooted around and lay down on the bed. When she was comfortable she flipped her skirt up and her legs flopped wide open. Mike lay down between her legs and dove right in. She giggled and told him it tickled, but when his tongue stuck pay dirt, Marsha had a different and immediate reaction. Reflexively, she tried to close her legs around his head. Learning from last night, Mike was ready for it, and held her legs down with his arms. Unable to move her legs, Marsha's body arched off the bed as best she could trying to thrust her pelvis at her brother.
From her reaction, I didn't think that Marsha had ever gotten the big O before, but she sure was getting one now. Her little body went so stiff, that she lifted them both right off the bed. I could hardly believe that it happened so fast, but then I remembered that his fingers had already worked her up some before he started giving her head.
Mike gave her tender peach a kiss and wormed his way up her body. I couldn't see their faces in the headboard cam, but in the more distant overhead view I could tell they were kissing. I thought that he was going to fuck her, but all of a sudden his head snapped up.
"Oh damn. I didn't hear the bell. I can hear Andy and Bobby coming up the path. Quick sis, get up!"
Mike stuffed his soldier back into his pants and got his sister up. She was still woozy from her climax, but realization had sunk in that they were late and about to be caught as well. Mike noticed her panties on the floor, kicked them under the bed and jumped to the window holding onto Marsha to help support her.
"Uh, Hi guys. Wait up a minute. We dozed off and need to run. Let us out first."
Mike climbed out the window and reached back in to help Marsha out.
I heard one of the boys say. "You better run all the way back or you're gonna be late."
Two younger boys crawled in through the window and while one set up the card table, the other one unfolded two chairs. Two lunch pails were opened and food and a deck of cards were set on the table. They made some comments about the bed, but didn't feel the need to check it out.
It looked like this was the normal routine for the boys, eating their lunch and playing cards. Not being too interested in the boys, I sat back in my chair and relaxed. I hadn't realized how tense I had gotten by the M&M's near discovery. I turned off the tape recorders and downed the rest of my beer. I hoped that they wouldn't get into trouble for being late, and wondered how the rest of the afternoon would go for little Marsha. I'm sure she'd never been in school without her panties before. Mike would probably be suffering a case of blue balls.
The knowledge that a pair of little girl panties was under the bed sparked an idea. I'd just have to go and retrieve them for a good sniff. It had been a long time since I'd been near a preteen pussy, and this might be as close as I'd get for a while, regardless of the spoken desires of the twins.
After the boys had left, I went down to the shed to retrieve my prize from under the bed. When I knelt down next to the bed, I noticed a small wet spot on the blanket. It had to be and it was. Oh Yeah. My nostrils flared as the light fragrance of little girl pussy filled my senses. It had been so long, too damn long. The growing wood in my shorts reminded me just how much I missed it. I needed to advance my timetable to get some pussy somehow, but how?
I retrieved my prize from under the bed and looked at them. The little cotton panties with bears on them had seen better days. The elastic was loose and the material was thin having seen many washings. They seemed so tiny in my large hand, but so exciting to hold knowing where they'd been just a half hour ago. I stuck the slightly damp crotch of those little cotton panties under my nose and inhaled deeply. Heavenly. Not as much peach nectar on them as there was on the blanket, but it was all little girl smell just the same.
And then it hit me. It would be risky, and could blow my whole setup, but I was no longer satisfied to just jerk off while watching the kiddies having all the fun. I knew that Mike would be back for those panties as soon as school let out. It would be the perfect time to have a little talk with him. I'd let him know that I knew about him and his sister by confronting him with the evidence. I wouldn't tell him about the cameras, but tell him I saw them from the carport as they ran back to class. I needed to make sure that observation held water by following the path to make sure I could see the carport from the path. Thank you Kate, for giving me that info.
I made my way down the path and thought I'd better move some more stuff to the shed. I'd need a reasonable excuse for being in there to find the panties. The undergrowth was pretty thick, but there were a few places that I had a partial view to the carport. When I got to the fork, I had a pretty clear view to the carport. The path to the left led to the stepping stones that forded the creek. The path that went straight meandered along the creek until it got to the next street. Every so often, a less traveled path would lead into the backyard of several of my neighbors' homes.
I went back to the house and got out a few more items that looked enough like junk to fit in with the rest, and moved it into the shed. I left the shed door open so it would look like I had just moved the stuff. I had a couple of hours to wait, so I spent some time thinking out the best plan while I went back to the garage to do some work. I set my watch alarm for 3:00 PM since I needed to be in the shed when Mike got there. I didn't want to get involved in my work and space out on the time.
What I was planning was perilously close to crossing the line that I'd promised myself I'd never cross, but the odor of that little girl pussy lingered in my mind, and I wanted some. I would use my power of persuasion, and maybe a little bribery to get what I wanted.
By the time my alarm sounded, I had come up with several good ideas. If things went according to plan, I'd be wallowing in preteen pussy and be the local hero with the kids within a week. I cleaned myself up and headed down to the shed to wait for Mike.
I heard running feet coming up the path, and Mike was halfway through the window before he realized the door was open and that I was in there.
"Hi Mike. Come on in. I've been expecting you."
My tone was friendly, but he still froze in position. Even though I expected his first impulse would have been to run, he must have thought better of that idea.
"It's ok, Mike. I just want to talk to you for a few minutes."
"What do you want to talk about?"
I had to hand it to him. He was one cool customer.
"Have a seat."
I had set up the table and two chairs and indicated the chair nearest the window. I felt that if we were more or less eye to eye across a table, it would put him more at ease. He sat down and looked nervously across at me.
"I think you must be looking for these."
I held up the panties, and his eyes took on a fearful look.
"Don't worry too much son. It's going to be all right. I was young once myself, and I'm not judging you. I know that these are your sisters, and that you two are sexually active with each other."
He started to protest, but I held up my hand.
"Hear me out first before you compromise your integrity with a lie. I like you and your sister, and unlike most adults, I find nothing wrong with your behavior. If anything, I'm envious of your close relationship. It's my personal belief that more young people should be allowed to explore their sexuality. I know how difficult it can be to find privacy for, um, personal exploration. That's why I put this bed in here. I wanted you to have a comfortable and safe place to experiment. I know that your friends and other kids from school use this shed as a place to gather or use as a private hide-a-way. I've spotted you coming and going on the path by the creek. I want you to feel free to continue to use it, and I promise that I will never invade your privacy by coming down here uninvited. As far as I'm concerned, the shed belongs to the kids of the neighborhood. There's just one more thing. If some other adult ever discovers you kids down here, I will deny that I knew the shed was being used by you kids. Fair enough?"
He was looking at me in disbelief, like I was some kind of alien being.
"Why would you do this for us kids? You don't even know any of us."
"It's a long story. Do you need to be home soon? I don't want you to get in any trouble. If you can be a few minutes late getting home, I'll give you a cover story. You can tell your parents that I delayed you to see if you wanted to mow my lawn. That's a real offer by the way, if you want to make a little pocket money."
"Well, Yeah, that would be great."
I cut off his next question.
"Ok, done deal. Like I said, it's a long story. When I was a kid, I wasn't lucky to have a pretty little sister like you have. I tried to explore my curiosity about the opposite sex with my cousins. Every time an opportunity came along, I would get caught by my parents, or by my aunts or uncles, and punished. I developed severe guilt feelings about sex, and was very confused about my sexuality. It ruined my marriage, and now I'm all alone."
Now came the dangerous part. I knew I was really setting myself up for trouble, but if it worked out, my plan would become a reality.
"I'm going to tell you something about myself now, Mike, that could enable you to get me in serious trouble. I have a good feeling about you, and I think I can trust you. I know your secret, and you can trust me to keep it to myself. I'm going to trust you to keep my secret, at least from other adults."
Mike's demeanor seemed to change a little. I think he felt pride that I would entrust him with an important secret, and I seemed to have convinced him that I wouldn't rat him out about his sister.
"Because of my childhood, I find that I'm sexually attracted to young girls, girls a little younger than your sister to girls of thirteen. Before you jump to any wrong conclusions, I'm not the kind of sinister character that preys on children. I'm sure that you've heard about that kind of man from your parents and teachers. There are evil men out there who do kidnap, rape and kill children. Let me assure you that I'm not like them at all. I would never force a girl to do anything that she didn't want to do, or ever hurt her. I love kids, and all I want to do is be around them and be their friend."
"Don't you like grown up women?"
"I like some of them, Mike, but the society we live in tends to change people as they get older. They forget about the really important things in life that they knew about when they were kids, and, well, it's hard to explain. We can talk more about this at a later time if you'd like. The bottom line for me is that I prefer the company of kids. That creates a problem for me though. Society has rules that say kids shouldn't have sex with anyone, especially with an adult, until they are adults themselves. I don't agree with those rules, but the law says I have to live by them anyway. I'm still a man though, and I desire to have a loving and sexual relationship. In order for me to have a relationship like that I have to break the rules. It's not just the rules that are a problem for me though. It's hard for me to find a girl that would be attracted to me enough to become my lover, and be willing to keep it a secret. I keep hoping that it will happen some day, because I hate being alone."
I sighed, and looked depressed, but it wasn't just for Mike's benefit. I was depressed. It was the truth. I hated being lonely.
"Uh, I know some girls who might be interested. You met them this morning, Les and Laura, the Knotts twins. They used to live next door to you before their parents got a divorce. They talked about you on the way to school. They like older guys, at least they say they do."
"Oh yes. I remember them. The really cute redheads with green eyes. They flirted with me this morning, but I thought they were just teasing me."
"Yeah, that's them. They are interested in you I think, but I don't think they really know anything about sex. Neither do I really."
"Well, That's ok. That is part of what I find so attractive about young people. I know a lot about the techniques of sex, and it's my hope that I could pass my knowledge about sex on to you, or to any of your friends that might be interested. I like to think of myself as a special kind of teacher. I'd be honored if you and your friends would allow me to teach you the fine points of sex and making love. But, even if that never happens, I can live with it. I have for a couple of years already. I would still want to be your friend. You can feel free to talk to me about things that you might not want to discuss with anyone else. I promise to keep whatever we discuss in complete confidence, and I'll always give you a straight answer to any question you might have."
I stopped then, and gave him a moment to digest what I had told him.
I looked at my watch and stood up.
"I'd like to talk a little more about this, but we'd better get up to the garage in case someone comes looking for you."
I took his sisters panties and held them up to my nose again before handing them to him.
"You are a lucky man Mike. Your pretty little sister smells really good. I'd love to be able to trade places with you."
He sniffed at her panties as well and broke into a grin.
"Yeah, she does smell good doesn't she."
I clapped him on the shoulder in a conspiratorial way, and we made our exit. I locked the door before walking up the slope to my garage. I thought I'd pulled it off. I had sure given him something to think about.
As it turned out, we had just gotten into the garage when Mike's mother, Marie, came looking for him. She started to chew him out about bothering me and being late when I stepped in.
"I'm so sorry to have caused you any worry Mrs. Mitchell. It was my fault. I called him over here to ask him if he'd like to make some money mowing my lawn, and started bending his ear with some of my wild car stories. I hadn't realized how much time had passed. He's a fine young man and very mature for his age. I enjoyed talking with him. He's welcome to come over any time."
"Oh, I see. Well, I guess you're off the hook this time son, but in the future try to be home on time."
"Yes mother. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
Marie seemed mollified and turned to go. I winked at Mike and gave him a thumbs up. He gave me a smile and a little wave.
"See you later Mr. Thompson. Let me know when you want me to do that mowing."
"Sure thing Mike. Drop by later and we'll set something up."
Whew! My plan was set in motion and I was pretty sure I had won a new friend and ally. The next few days should prove interesting.
There was still plenty of work to be done in the garage, so I got to it. Two hours later I had installed my two long workbenches, and six overhead cupboards. I had also emptied several cardboard moving boxes of tools and parts into the cupboards. I'd just finished mounting several fluorescent light fixtures and I needed a break, so I put down the power drill and removed my ear protectors. That's when I discovered I had an audience. Mike was back with his sister in tow, and they were sitting quietly on the padded bench I sometimes used when I was working.
I broke into a friendly smile. "Hi kids. How long have you been sitting there?"
Mike spoke up. "About ten minutes I guess. Mom told us not to interrupt you while you were working, so we've just been watching you work. Is that ok?"
I sat down in my old swivel chair and rolled over to the siblings so we could talk comfortably at eye level.
"Sure thing. You can watch me anytime. If I'm doing something that particularly interests you, I might show you how to do it, or at least explain what I'm doing. There are times, however, that I need to concentrate on what I'm doing. During those times I'd prefer that you don't interrupt me unless you have something important that just can't wait. Does that seem fair to you?"
Both kids nodded in agreement.
"Did you come to talk about the lawn mowing or did you just come to hang out?"
"Well, partly to talk about mowing, and partly to ask you if you wanted to come to our house for dinner."
"I see. We don't have a problem to talk over with your parents do we?
"Oh no. Everything is cool, thanks to you. Mom and dad said they want to welcome you to the neighborhood and get to know you better."
"Well, I'm glad to hear we aren't in trouble. And you can thank your mom for me and tell her I'd be happy to accept her kind invitation. What time should I be there?"
"We usually eat at six, but she asked if you could be a few minutes early."
"It's almost 5:30 now, and I need a few minutes to shower and change, but I think I can make it by then."
"Ok, we'll tell her you'll be there."
Marsha had been checking me out pretty intensely during my conversation with Mike, and squirmed in her seat like she wasn't comfortable. She tugged on his sleeve and looked at his face when we wrapped it up.
"Um, Mr. Thompson? I, um, told Marsha all about what we talked about earlier. We share everything. I didn't think you'd mind. Marsha wants to give you something for being our friend this afternoon."
She got shy all of a sudden and blushed a pretty pink.
"What would you like to give me pretty little lady? Is it something I'm going to like?"
She nodded her head and blushed even deeper, but her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Go on sis. Don't chicken out now. You said you wanted to do it."
This was getting mysterious. Maybe she was going to give me a kiss.
She looked at the open half of the garage and elbowed Mike. He got up and walked over to the open door to look out.
"There's no one around Marsha. It's ok."
It was only then that she made her move. Very deliberately, she drew her knees up to her chest causing her skirt to ride up her thighs. I could see that she was once again wearing the teddy bear panties. They were stretched very tight across her crotch, and I could see every detail of the delicious treasure hidden beneath the thin cloth. I also noticed a sizable wet spot. I know I gasped out loud when she let her legs flop open and one smooth lip popped out from under the overstretched fabric. She giggled at my outburst and the shocked look on my face.
In a quiet voice she said. "I guess you really do like them, so I'm going to give them to you. They've been my favorites, but they are old and getting too small."
She lay back on the bench and lifted her butt up so she could slide them off. She let me look at her naked peach for a long moment before she sat back up. She smoothed her dress down before pressing the soft panties into my hand. My shorts were tenting out and she noticed, which brought a naughty smile to her lips. I was so overwhelmed by the priceless gift she had just given me that tears came to my eyes. I stumbled over my words.
"I ... I don't know what to say, Marsha. Th-thank you for this precious gift. I'll treasure them forever."
She leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss on my lips, then stood up and ran laughing joyously to Mike. His beamed at Marsha and gave me a broad smile.
"See ya later Mr. Thompson. We gotta go tell mom you're coming. Enjoy your gift."
They disappeared at a trot leaving me alone and staring at the scrap of warm cloth in my hand. It took me a moment to snap out of it. It seemed surreal to me, and the only thing that kept me from thinking it was a dream was the warm, damp, panty clutched in my hand. I hurried into the kitchen and put them into a plastic ziplock bag after taking a good sniff and swiping my tongue through the wet spot.
My poor cock was throbbing madly in my pants, and I was about two strokes from cuming I was so turned-on. The smell of her, and even better, the taste of her, so divine on my tongue, was absolutely mind-boggling. It filled my senses as I stripped off to take a quick shower. As soon as I touched my rigid tool, it exploded. I hadn't even needed one full stroke.
My senses reeled, and my mind was filled with the vision of Marsha exposing her exquisite peach to me while she watched the reaction on my face. Her gentle kiss, so unexpected, and then her fragrance, given to me freely along with her favorite pair of panties simply overwhelmed me. It was a gift of love, the pure love of an innocent, unsullied by the foolishness of the misguided society we lived in. Given to me, a man she didn't even know existed three days ago, for one simple act of kindness to the brother she loved so dearly, or so she thought. She knew little of my selfish motivations, motivations that now seemed so shallow. I wept over my weakness for young flesh, driven by loneliness and the lack of love in my life. I vowed to try and be worthy of the gift I had received, because in my heart of hearts, I knew that I couldn't give up the pursuit of my desires. I would do my best to be a true mentor to my "adopted" children, and give them every advantage I could.
I found myself sitting on the floor of the shower under the pounding spray when I came back to reality. I didn't even know how long I had been sitting here. I struggled to my feet and did a quick wash. It felt like much time had elapsed, but in reality I was right on time to keep my dinner appointment.
Dinner with her parents was going to be difficult to get through with that little angel sitting there at the same table.
Mike's father Mark greeted me at the door and welcomed me to their home. Delicious smells greeted my nostrils as I was led into the living room for a pre-dinner drink. He asked me what I'd like and I asked for a beer if he had one.
"Ahh, excellent. You're a beer man like myself. I occasionally indulge myself and buy unusual brands from microbreweries and various imports. Would you like to see my collection? It's down in the basement."
Having spent some of my military service in Germany, where real beer was made in nearly every small town, I was most interested in sampling some of his collection.
"I'd be happy to look at, and sample something, from your collection. It's been a while since I had a real beer. After having access to real beer while I was stationed in Germany, I find most domestic beer doesn't pass muster."
"You were stationed in Germany? So was I. What branch?"
"Army. I enlisted for computer electronics school in 89. I was in Nuremberg in 90 and 91."
"What? You have got to be shitting me. That's where I was in 87-88. What barracks, and don't you even tell me it was Merrill."
"Yep. That's the one. I guess you remember the place. That ugly red brick monstrosity complete with bullet holes from the 2nd World War? What kind of freaking coincidence is that? Were you in Ordinance or Armor there?"
"Armor, 2nd AC, but I guess you already know that don't you?"
Mark had opened the refrigerator while we were discovering our similar past. Even though we were discussing Germany, and he had a few German beers, the one that caught my eye was the Red Stripe, a beer from Jamaica, of all places. I reached out and picked one up. I hadn't seen one in years. They didn't use to export it, so I was very surprised to see it.
"That beers from"
"Jamaica. Yeah, I know." I said finishing his sentence and laughing at his surprise. "I spent my honeymoon in Jamaica, on the beach at Negril."
He looked at me like he'd seen a ghost.
"Man, this is getting downright spooky. Marie and I honeymooned at Negril."
I had to agree that the number of coincidences we shared was pretty weird.
"That's pretty far out, Mark. What are the odds against that?"
"I don't know Tim, but they are way out there. Geez, wait until Marie hears this. She's gonna flip out."
He pulled another Red Stripe out of the cooler and popped the caps on both of them.
We toasted to strange coincidences in a small world and I sucked down a healthy swallow. We were each momentarily lost in our own thoughts and barely heard the light footsteps coming down the stairs.
The angel's voice spoke, "Daddy, Mr. Thompson. Mom sent me down to tell you that dinner is ready and to come up right away before it gets cold."
Mark stooped down and gave his little angel a hug and a nice daddy kiss on the forehead.
"Ok, Cuddle Bear. Tell your mom we'll be right up."
He turned her loose with a pat on her behind and noticed my wistful look as she ran off up the stairs.
"You like kids, huh. Want a couple of mine?"
I knew he was joking, but I told him in all seriousness, "You've got a couple of great kids Mark. I'd take them in a New York minute if I thought for a second that you were serious."
He gave me an appraising glance.
"How come you don't have any of your own Tim, if you don't mind my asking?"
"My late wife decided that she didn't want any, and after living with her for a while, I decided that she wasn't mother material, so it's just as well."
"I'm sorry to hear about your wife Tim. I didn't know that you had ever been married."
"Thanks Mark, but it wasn't the kind of marriage that anyone would desire if they had the choice. She was a wacko, but I didn't find out how much of one until after we had tied the knot."
I changed the subject, not wanting to discuss my past life with Mark just yet.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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