I hadn't been over to Jenny and Rob's house for several weeks. There was nothing in particular behind that, the runup to the end-of-year holidays had just filled everyone's schedules. I tried to touch base with them every couple of weeks, mostly just to make sure that my life wasn't about to end - that is to say, that neither of their daughters, not eleven-year-old Karen nor her nine-year-old sister Renee had said anything about their Hallowe'en sleepover at my house. My cock swelled whenever I recalled the events of that weekend. It had been Karen's debut as an actual preteen prostitute. Her hot, tight pubescent cunt had earned her first the bodypaint that had made it possible for her to spend Hallowe'en night trick-or-treating naked, and then over five hundred dollars in cash from the teenaged gangbang at the end of the evening. In the course of an hour she'd swallowed more than a dozen loads of cum and had easily that many cocks pistoning in and out of her poor abused vagina. Just watching the fifth-grader get fucked to exhaustion had been one of the most intense sexual experiences of my own life. The sight of her at the end, lying barely conscious on the hard stone bench, her nearly-bald vulva stretched wide and literally overflowing with sperm, her leopard-painted face, body, and her long blond hair all covered in sweat and drying semen, was a treasured memory for me. And I'd taken my own turn with her as well before the night was over.
Meanwhile that night, Renee had been off having her own little sexual adventure. Some neighbor had gotten more than he bargained for when he cuddled the little girl on his darkened porch. From the way Renee told the story, the guy wasn't hoping for more than to cop a quick feel off the child's cute little body. Instead he ended up with her mouth bobbing on the end of his cock, if only for a second before he came all over her face and himself. The funny part was, whoever this fellow might turn out to be he was really only interested in boys. He was less than happy when the cute little pirate who just blew him revealed that she didn't have the equipment for him to return the favor. I had been thrilled and perversely proud of the the way my pretty brown-haired niece had come to regard sex as a completely normal way of relating with adults. I didn't mind sharing her.
Karen hadn't felt so good when she finally dragged herself out of bed around noon the next day. She'd been more than a little hungover from the blackberry brandy I'd given her to insulate her naked body from the cold Hallowe'en night. Even after her headache faded and her sour stomach settled, she'd limped around my house whimpering from the pain in her stretched pussy. I'd done my best to distract her by admiring her award for best costume and making a big deal about all the money she'd earned. In truth, over five hundred dollars was pretty good for an evening's work, especially considering the fifth-grader had whored it all in twenty-dollar increments.
It was early that next day that things had gotten a bit out of hand with Renee, leaving her also a bit sore and a bit disgruntled with both me and her sister. With the younger child I'd taken a different tack, spending the rest of the weekend being loving and affectionate but not particularly sexual with her. I'd cuddled her in my lap but restrained myself from fondling her compact, stocky body. I told her how much I loved her and only occasionally emphasized that we were "lovers". By the drive home she was clinging to me and when we pulled up in front of her house she gave me a sweet, quick, open-mouthed kiss in the darkened truck cab.
Still, when a week and then two went by without hearing from the girls or their parents, paranoia started to creep in. Each time the uncertainty got too great I'd screw up my courage and call and each time I'd get Jenny or Rob telling me about how busy everything was, and we-must-get-together-for-dinner-soon. Normal, but frustrating considering that I hadn't even talked to my two preteen sex partners in over a month.
Today a vicious snowstorm had blown in over the mountains. My crew was pulled off the job site and back to the office. Noon looked more like evening with low, heavy clouds and high winds piling up drifts faster than the plows could clear them. I was dividing my attention between the backlog of paperwork and contemplating what was, under good conditions, a two-hour drive up and over the south range to get home, when my cellphone chirped in my pocket. It was Jenny. Had I heard the forecast was for the snow to turn to ice and continue through the night? I had. "They just announced the schools are being dismissed, and they're about to close up the office here, too. I bet nothing's moving in this city tomorrow. I'm going to swing by and get Rob on the way home. Why don't you come spend the night with us? You'll never get up the mountain and even if you do it'll take half the night. C'mon, we haven't seen you in ages. Renee's always asking when her uncle's going to come see her, it's so cute." After making some polite noises about not imposing, I accepted with gratitude and not a little anticipation.
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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