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involve preteens having sex with adults. If you object to this type of
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The following story is a fantasy. It never happened. It takes place
completely in that dark part of my mind where I store my fantasies. No
real children were hurt or even took part in the writing of this story.
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I Married Three Girls
(MF, Mgg, Fgg, gg, Rom, Ped, Inc. slow)
�����by Uncle Sky


Chapter 17


I woke up the next morning feeling rested and happy. I knew I had a
number of things to do that day but wasn't worried about anything. I had
no idea what surprises awaited my family.


Callie was curled up next to me with her head on my chest and her hand
wrapped around my cock. I had my morning erection and it felt nice to
wake up that way. She was warm and soft and made me tingle from her
touch. I thought about starting something but mother nature decided I
needed to do something else first. I slipped out of bed and went to pee.


When I returned I found Callie up and wearing her robe. She kissed me
good morning and went to make breakfast. I guess she wanted me to rest
some more. Ah well. No sex in the morning wouldn't kill me. I put my
robe on and went to check on the others. They were all up and getting
ready for their days. The young ones were nearly finished dressing for
school and Jenn was busy laying out her clothes for her first day at her
new job. She looked very happy. I said good morning to them all and went
out to see what was for breakfast.


As always, Callie fixed a very nice meal to get us all off to a good
start. We sat down and enjoyed our morning meal and chatted about our
plans for the day. When we finished, the girls left for school and Jenn
went in to get ready for work. She planned to go in a little early to
get her employment paperwork done on her own time and not on the clock.


While Callie cleaned up I went to the PC and logged on line. I checked
the news groups and posted a few notes. Then I went back to my search
for a good vacation spot. I browsed a few sites and then saved some of
the info to share with the others later. Next I went back to my research
on investments. It passed the time and I didn't notice Callie doing her
housework and the laundry until I heard the vacuum. I smiled at her and
logged off to see if I could lend a hand.


Callie was surprised when I offered to help out but accepted my offer. I
had to laugh when she handed me a dust rag and a can of Endust. That's
what my mother had let me do to help out when I was little. In those
days I was very helpful at dusting the baseboards and under the table
and things. The advantage of being little. Callie was amused by my tale
and we continued the cleaning.


Most of the morning was gone by the time we finished the cleaning and
laundry. We had a light lunch and cuddled on the couch for a while
afterwards. It was nice to be able to take some time to be with her and
just chat about nothing special. After a while Callie confessed that she
wanted to watch a couple of soap operas on TV. I let her tune in and I
went to make some calls.


My first call was to the Pass & ID section at the Air Base. I asked what
was needed and what the hours were for getting the ID cards we needed. I
was told it would be necessary to bring our marriage certificate and the
adoption papers for the girls. The office was open late enough to go
after school one day. I made a note of what I needed and went to the
next call.


The phone was answered by an office nurse when I called the doctor. I
explained who I was and asked if she could get a referral for a family
practitioner from the doctor. She put me on hold and returned after only
a minute with a name and number. I asked her to give the doctor my
thanks and hung up.


I called the Family Practitioner's office and made appointments for
everyone. It would be a few days before they could be seen but the time
worked out nicely. Jenn and Jill would go in one afternoon after work
and school. Callie and the girls would go on another afternoon. I
intended to go with all of them to be sure they got a good physical.


I had notes on when and where all the appointments and so forth were and
put them on my desk where I wouldn't forget them. I sat down and watched
a little of Callie's soap but mostly let my mind wander. In thinking
about the doctor I suddenly realized there might be a danger. If they
did a pelvic on the girls they would see evidence of sexual activity.
That could be a problem. I gave it some thought and decided I'd need to
discuss it with the others. We needed to be prepared for any questions.


The girls and Jenn all arrived home about the same time. The house was
soon filled with chatter. They were all talking about the day they'd had
and all sorts of things. But then I noticed June was not joining in. She
was sitting alone in a chair and seemed to be miles away and a little
sad. I went over to see what was wrong.

"June dear, you seem upset. Is there something wrong? Can I help?"


"I don't know Daddy. Maybe you can and maybe you can't. I just don't
know what to do."


"Well, how about you start by telling dear old Dad what the problem is.
If he can help he will. Okay? Why don't we go in your room where we can
talk quietly?"


She agreed and we went to her room after I whispered to Callie what was
going on. When we got there I sat on Jill's bed and pulled June up on my
lap. I encouraged her to tell me what was wrong.


"Well, you remember that little girl we met at the pizza place? Her name
is Patty."


"Yes I remember. She seemed like such a nice little girl."


"She is. I saw her in school today and we talked and played together at
recess. Daddy, she looks so sad all the time and I don't think she feels
very good either. Maybe she's sick."


"But June, that's something for her parents to look after. Why do you
think you need to help out?"


"Because her mommy is very sick and her daddy just lost his job and they
don't have much money left. She wasn't supposed to tell anyone but I
made her tell me and she cried the whole time she was telling me."


"That's very sad but what can we do? Do you know what's wrong with her
mommy?"


"No but she said her mommy stays in bed a lot and she heard her daddy
say she might have to go to the hospital soon. They were talking about
who would look after Patty and said maybe she would be taken away if
they couldn't take care of her. She's really scared Daddy. Isn't there
something we could do?"


"I don't know sweetheart but maybe. I can't promise you anything except
that I'll try. Is that okay?"


"Yes Daddy. But what will you do?"


"I think the first thing is to talk to Patty and then her daddy. Does
she live near here?"


"Yes just a couple of blocks from here. I walked part way home with her
today. But I don't know the exact house she lives in."


"Tomorrow after school you invite her to come over for cookies and milk
and to say hello to us. Tell her I wanted to say hi since I know her
from her birthday party. Don't say anything about helping her family. I
don't want her to get her hopes up if I can't help. Okay?"


June was smiling by then and agreed to do as I suggested. She gave me a
big kiss and a thank you hug and ran out to join the others. I stayed
there for a while trying to plan some way to help Patty and her family.
I finally decided there was only one thing to do at that moment. That
was to wait and find out more. I put it out of my mind for the time
being and went out to see what the others were up to. You never know
with women.


It turned out the girls were watching a kids show on TV and Jenn was
filling Callie in on her day at the office. I let things go on without
any interruption until the program ended and then reminded the girls
about their homework. They went to get it with no argument and Callie
took Jenn out to the kitchen to start dinner. At least that was what she
said they would do. I think she really just wanted to talk more.


Homework was stopped for dinner and after we ate, it was continued. Jenn
helped Callie clean up and I was the designated helper in the homework
department. It all went fairly fast and we were soon all watching TV. I
told them I wanted to have a talk with them before bedtime and then let
them relax and watch the program. When it was over I turned off the TV
and started to discuss their doctors appointments.


I told them about when and where they'd be seen and then mentioned that
the doctor was a lady. They liked that.


"There's something we need to talk about though. As a part of this
examination she may want to do a pelvic on each of you. That should be
no problem for Jenn and Callie but you young ones will have to be ready
for questions. If she does a pelvic and finds none of you are virgins
she might wonder why and ask about your sexual activity. You can't all
tell her the truth. So there are two things I think we need to do."


They all had worried looks on their faces but were waiting to see what I
would say next.


"First, and I know you won't like this, but I think we need to stop all
intercourse until after the exams. She'd be able to see if you had it
recently and there'd be more questions."


That upset the apple cart and got a lot of complaints. They thought it
wasn't fair and just plain didn't like it. After a bit of venting I got
them to accept the fact and move on.


"The next thing is what you say if she asks about your virginity. I
think you should give different answers so she doesn't think you're
prepared in advance. Jill, you can tell her you were abused by your
father and that the matter has been taken care of and you're no longer
exposed to his abuse."


Jill agreed and so did Jenn. That left June and Julie. I thought it
might be okay for them to have similar excuses to each other.


"Since you two are sisters and together all the time I think we can get
away with this story. Julie, you can confess that you found your mommy's
vibrator and used it a couple of times. That shouldn't surprise her. I'm
sure she's heard that before. June, I think you should be the nosey
little sister who saw what Julie did and insisted on trying it too. It
hurt and you didn't like it so you stopped. Julie can tell part of the
truth because she did break her cherry that way and you might mention it
was before I arrived. June will have to lie but can admit it happened
more recently. That should fit with what the doctor sees in the exam."


The girls were not happy about it but they all agreed and we ended our
discussion and the little ones turned in for the night. Callie cuddled
with me on the couch while Jenn told me about her day at work. She was
very happy about how things had gone and was quite taken with Bob as a
boss.


"I'm so glad you had the idea of me working for Bob. He's a wonderful
guy and really nice to work for. He totally understands my needs as far
as time off is concerned and is very good about showing his gratitude
for the things I do. His office is a mess. My first big job will be
setting up a decent filing system. He's already finding it easier to
keep track of things and he said the fact he doesn't have to answer the
phone all the time is a great help to him. He told me I'd be covering
the office alone when he's in court but I don't see it as a problem and
he has confidence in my ability to handle anything that comes along. I
feel really good about working there."


"I'm glad Jenn. I was afraid you might think I was pushing you or
sticking my nose in where it doesn't belong."


"No way, Carl. I look to you for guidance now. I've been too easy going
and let myself be misled before. I need someone to help me do the right
thing. I trust you to tell me what I need to do until I get on my feet.
So you keep on watching out for Jill and I and don't worry about me not
liking it. I love you and want all the help you can give me."


That was about all the compliments I could take for one night so I told
Jenn it was time for bed. She had forgotten it was her night and was
surprised when I kissed Callie good night and followed her into her
room.


"What is it Carl? Did you want something else?"


"No dear. It's your night to ravish me. Unless you don't want me."


"Oh. I forgot. To tell you the truth Carl I don't feel much like sex
tonight. But I would very much like to fall asleep being held in your
arms if that's okay."


"That'd be fine with me Jenn. I get plenty of sex around here and you're
free to decline any time you feel like it. Now let's get some sleep."


We went to bed and curled up with Jenn in my arms. She smiled and kissed
me good night and promptly fell asleep. It'd been a big day for her and
she needed her rest. I was satisfied to get some extra rest as well. I
knew the next day was Jill's turn and expected it would be an active
one. I slipped off to dream land very soon after closing my eyes and
enjoyed a very pleasant night.


I wasn't at all surprised to wake up the next morning to feel something
warm and wet wrapped around my cock. I opened my eyes to see it was
Jenn. She was sucking and licking like a champ and I was feeling it
already.


"Jenn dear. That's very nice and I'm enjoying it a lot but you don't
have to do it if you aren't really up for it."


She paused in her slurping just long enough to say a few words. Her eyes
were sparkling as she spoke.


"I want to Carl. I woke up with the urge and just started right in. I'll
keep on unless you want me to stop."


"No way do I want you to stop. Get busy my little vacuum cleaner."


She chuckled at my little joke and went back to work on my still very
hard cock. She alternated between sucking it gently while she bobbed her
head up and down and licking the shaft and head with her lovely tongue.
She even licked off the precum that was leaking out onto the tip. She
seemed to relish it and would smack her lips as if she had just tasted
honey. Her licking and sucking soon accomplished her mission. I warned
her I was going to cum but she only sucked harder. With the head just
inside her mouth she licked the tip of my cock and I came in a torrent
of cum splashing over her tongue and filling her mouth. She knew what I
like and showed me her full mouth before swallowing and then licking her
lips.


"Mmmm. That was very good. Now that I've had my early breakfast, I'm
ready to get up and make a real meal for the rest of the family."


"Don't you want anything for yourself this morning? I'd be glad to
return the favor if you feel like it."


"No thanks Carl. I got enough out of sucking that lovely cock for now. I
want to get out and show Callie I'm still willing to do my share around
the house. But thanks for the offer."


I was satisfied with her decision and got up to take my morning shower.
I had started the water running and was just stepping in when I was
joined by Jill. She was naked and ready to get in.


"Can I take a shower with you Uncle Carl? June and Julie are taking one
in our shower and there really isn't room for three."


"Sure honey. Come on in. I'm always glad to share my shower with a sexy
lady."


She giggled and we stepped into the shower together. I grabbed the soap
first and started to wash Jill. It was fun running my soapy hands over
her neck and back and then her tight little butt. I slipped my fingers
in the crack and made sure to clean her rosebud before I went on down
her legs. She lifted one foot at a time so I could wash her feet too. It
tickled a little and she flinched and giggled as I did the soles of her
feet.


I turned her around and started at her neck again with more soap on my
hands. I slid them around her neck and down over her shoulders to her
breasts. I was struck by the slight increase in size in so short a time
since she'd come to live with us. I thought it likely she'd be stacked
in a few years. I played with her nipples as I supposedly washed them.
She liked it and moaned while pushing her chest out against my hands. I
moved on down and after a quick dip into her navel I reached her pussy.


I ran my soapy hand over her mound and down under her pussy. I had heard
that soap could sting if it got in a pussy so I let the water rinse my
hand before I slipped my fingers into her slit. I was very careful not
to miss a single spot as I sloshed the water over her pussy lips and
clit. I rubbed gently to be sure she got very clean and was rewarded
with a moan that told me she was near orgasm from my manipulations. I
knelt down and attacked her pussy with my tongue, slipping it between
her labia and over her clit. The contact was all she needed. She grabbed
my head and pressed it tightly against her pussy as she came.


It was over quickly and she slumped down in my arms. I stood up and held
her close while she recovered.


"Your turn Uncle Carl."


She grabbed the soap and started to wash me the same way I'd washed her.
I let her have her fun for a while and then when she got to the point of
washing my dick I stopped her.


"Just clean it please. I already had my morning blow job and don't want
to tire myself out before your turn tonight."


She had looked a little disappointed at first but when I got to the part
about her turn she smiled and went about just washing me. It was over
very quickly and we got out and dried off. I sent her off to get dressed
for school with a little slap on her butt. That got another giggle out
of her and she ran out of the room.


We were all seated around the table having breakfast when I thought of
something that needed to be settled.


"Jenn dear, I think you should take the car to work today. I don't
expect to need it and it should make things easier for you."


"Thanks Carl That will make it easier."


"And that brings up another matter. I think you should buy a car. You're
working and need it to get back and forth so you don't have to depend on
busses or cabs. It'll also be a help when there are appointments and
errands and things like that and I'm using my car. We're a big enough
family now that I think it's time for another car."


"Yes, I think you're right Carl. I was thinking about it myself. Maybe
we can go look at some cars after work some day this week. I'd really
like your input. I want a used car not a new one. I don't want to spend
all my money on a car."


"That sounds good to me. Why don't you ask Bob if he has any contacts
with dealers that might give you a good deal?"


"Good idea. I'll do that today."


Breakfast was over and the girls went off to school. I reminded June
about Patty on her way out and she smiled and promised to do as we had
planned. Jenn stayed to help Callie clean up and then went to get ready
for work She insisted that she needed to get in earlier than Bob had
planned for a while to catch up with things that'd not been done before
she started there.


It was nice to have a quiet day with Callie. We talked and cuddled and
she watched her soaps while I surfed the net and posted to a few news
groups. We took time for a small lunch and other than that just had a
restful day. I'd completely lost track of time when the door opened and
all the girls came rushing in.


They each gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek in greeting and that's when
I noticed Patty hanging back and watching. She did indeed look sick and
sad as June had said. I held my arms out in invitation and she slowly
walked over and let me hug her. She even kissed me softly on the cheek
as the others had and said hello.


"Hello Patty. It's very nice to see you again. I'm glad you dropped in.
I think before we have the cookies and milk I promised that maybe we
should call your parents and tell them where you are. Is that okay with
you?"


"Yes mister. That would be a good thing. Daddy might worry."


"First of all, you can't keep calling me mister. Do you have a
grandfather?"


"No sir. They both died. I only have mommy and daddy."


"Well how about I make you my special grand daughter? Then you could
call me Grampa Carl."


"I'd like that, but I should ask my daddy."


"That's a good idea Patty."


I led her to the phone and watched as she dialed and then waited for an
answer. She talked for a minute with her father and told him she was at
the house of the family from her birthday party. She asked him about
calling me grampa and smiled when she got the answer. Before she could
hang up I asked to speak with her daddy. I asked her what his name was
and she replied Frank.


"Hello Frank. I hope you don't mind our inviting Patty over for cookies
and milk after school. I should have checked first but didn't know how
to contact you. We never really were introduced that night at the pizza
place. My name is Carl by the way."


"No problem Carl. I'm glad Patty is making friends. She doesn't have
many and it worries me. How long do you plan on her staying and will she
need a ride home?"


"Not long at all Frank. She could walk home with no trouble but I wonder
if you have a few minutes? I'd really like you to stop in so we could
meet properly and you could meet the rest of the family. For that matter
if you and the wife aren't busy why not make it a longer visit and stay
for supper?"


"That's very kind of you Carl, but Emily isn't feeling well and is
confined to her bed right now. But I'd like to come over for just a
short visit as you suggest."


"That's fine. I'm sorry to hear your wife is ill. Perhaps we'll get the
chance to meet her later. Just come on over any time you're ready. We'll
see you then."


He agreed and thanked me then hung up. I took Callie into the kitchen to
speak to her while she was setting out the cookies and milk. I asked if
there was something she could whip up that we could send over with Frank
for his family's supper. We could just say it was to help out while his
wife wasn't feeling well. She said she could put together a nice
casserole while Frank and I were talking. If she started right away it
would be ready in an hour.


Callie called Jenn who had just gotten home from work, to help and
started on the casserole. I called the kids in for their snack and told
June I was going to speak with Patty's daddy when he came over. She was
pleased to hear that and said she just knew I'd find some way to help.


I went to the living room to wait for Frank and keep out of the way. The
kids were chattering away as they ate and all of mine were paying
special attention to Patty. I was very proud of them all. It was about
half an hour before Frank arrived. All the kids had gone into their room
to show Patty the nice furniture and their games and whatever else kids
do.


"Let's sit here for a few minutes Frank. Would you like a drink or some
coffee or something?"


"Coffee would be nice, thank you."


I asked Callie to bring us some coffee and then got down to the real
reason I'd asked Frank to come over.


"Frank, I need to tell you that I had a reason I wanted you to come
over. I hope you'll take it in the spirit that it's intended but if you
don't then just tell me to mind my own business and I'll shut up. Okay?"


He looked puzzled but agreed. Callie brought the coffee just then and we
paused to thank her and then add milk and sugar before I continued.


"My daughter June, the youngest, is in the same school as Patty. They
hadn't noticed each other before but June saw Patty and recognized her
from the birthday party. She struck up a friendship with her and got her
to talk. Patty didn't want to say anything but June was very worried at
how she looked and so Patty spilled the beans. She told June about your
wife being ill and that it might be serious and she told her about you
losing your job."


He said she shouldn't have done that but didn't look mad so I continued.


"Please don't be angry with either of them. June was worried that Patty
looked very sad and also she thought possibly sick. She came home upset
and asked if I could help. I told her I didn't know if I could or if you
would let me but that I'd try. Now will you tell me about your situation
and let me try to help or should I mind my own business?"


"I don't know what you could do Carl but I could use someone to just
listen. I have no one to talk to about this except Emily and she's very
ill and I hate to make her feel worse with worry."


"Okay then. You go ahead and tell me all you want to and I'll just
listen for now."


"Well Carl, up until recently we were living a modest but happy life. We
rent a nice apartment and I had a job as an electrician. It didn't pay
much but we managed. Emily would pick up a little money here and there
baby sitting or doing the odd house cleaning or what ever. It was going
fine until Emily got sick. That meant she couldn't work at all and also
added to our expenses with medical copays and prescriptions. I tried to
work some overtime but there wasn't enough to help. We started to fall
behind on our bills."


He paused for a deep breath and a sip of his coffee then continued.


"Just when we thought things couldn't get worse, they did. I was laid
off from my job. Business was way down for the company and they had to
let a number of us go. That really was a blow. I managed to find the odd
job here and there but we fell further behind and now we face losing the
car and maybe getting thrown out of our apartment. I just don't know
what to do."


He put his head in his hands and looked very dejected and hopeless. I
took the pause as a chance to ask for a little more detail.


"I have a couple of questions Frank. First will you tell me more about
Emily's illness?"


I could see the hint of tears in his eyes as he told me about his wife's
illness.


"The prognosis is bad Carl. She has ovarian cancer. They said it's too
advanced and they can't operate. She can stay home for now but will be
hospitalized very soon.It's likely she'll never come home again. I don't
know what I'll do without her and have no idea how to tell Patty."


"I'm very sorry to hear that Frank. I know we can help some if you'll
let us but first tell me about you professional skills."


"I was trained as an electrician in the Army and I'm licensed now. My
big mistake is that I never joined the union, so I can't get help from
them, and some places won't hire nonunion electricians. I have ten
years experience in a variety of building and installation work. The
only thing I've been able to find lately is small jobs for private home
owners."


"I have some ideas Frank. I don't want to make any promises until I
check on a few things but I'm sure we can help some. Wait here a
moment."


I went to talk to Jenn and Callie for a minute and then returned.


"First of all, Callie and Jenn are making a casserole for you to take
home for supper. No arguments from you. It's just us being neighborly.
Next comes some help if you'll accept it. My wife has some free time.
She works keeping our home but doesn't have an outside job. I just spoke
to her and she would like to come to your home each day and do the
things your wife can't. Cleaning and cooking are her specialties and I'm
sure it would make things nicer for your family."


"That would be very kind of her and I'm sure my wife will also enjoy
having a woman to talk to. We have no family for her to talk to and I
don't have the same viewpoint as a woman would."


"Good. That's settled then. You give me your address and phone number so
we can find you. Now about your job. I have an idea but it may not pan
out so I'm not going to say anything yet. But I'll get back to you
tomorrow , one way or the other. No promises just yet though."


That ended our talk and Frank thanked Callie for the casserole and took
Patty home. Patty called out "Good bye Grampa Carl" and brought smiles
from everyone. I must say there was a marked improvement in their
appearance when they left. I think the visit and the thought that help
might be coming had lifted considerable weight from both of them.


Callie and Jenn had decided to make a second larger casserole for us at
the same time as the one for Frank and his family. That meant we sat
down to eat right after he and Patty left. There was a lot of talk about
how we could help them out. Callie was pleased to be able to go over and
do cleaning and such. She said she had the time and it'd make her feel
useful. Jenn said she could stop and pick Callie up on her way home from
work if she wanted. That would also give her a chance to meet Emily and
see if there was any way she could pitch in.


I was very proud of my family. Even the girls offered an idea of a way
they could help. They'd simply invite Patty to stop at our house after
school to play and do homework. Then they could walk her home at
suppertime. That would take some pressure off both Frank and Emily. I
suggested that Frank might want to help with the homework himself at
times so he could keep track of what Patty was doing. They agreed to
make it a part time effort.


I took that time to remind them not to talk about what we knew. It was
up to Frank and Emily how much they wanted others to know. That meant
also avoiding the topic with Patty. It only upset her any way. If she
wanted to talk that was okay but no questions.


I also reminded everyone that we'd have to stay dressed while Patty was
visiting. It would not be a good idea to let her see us running around
naked. Her father might not understand and it could cause problems. They
agreed it was a small price to pay in return for having Patty over.


The rest of the evening was just a normal one for us. We enjoyed a movie
on TV before bedtime and then turned in. I kissed Callie good night and
led Jill into my room. Callie decided to join Jenn in her bed for the
night instead of sleeping in Jill's bed. There were a series of good
nights a little like that old TV series "The Waltons" had for a closing.


We'd all undressed after Frank and Patty left so all we had to do to get
ready for bed was brush our teeth. As soon as that was done Jill and I
slipped into bed.


"Uncle Carl, you said no fucking until after the exams. Does that mean
tonight?"


"Yes dear. But there are other things we can enjoy if you like."


"Okay. Can I have a bedtime snack then?"


She was grinning and it took me a second to realize what she meant. When
she started to move down the bed I figured it out.


"If that's what you want, then go for it sweetheart."


That was all she was waiting for and she took hold of my cock to get
started. First of all she licked it all over with the flat of her
tongue. It was very much like you would lick a melting ice cream cone.
It felt wonderful and I was hard almost instantly. Once she had me hard,
she slipped her mouth over the head and started to suck on it. She kept
her tongue busy sliding around the head as she sucked. Her head soon
started bobbing up and down as her lips clamped around the shaft. I was
quickly reaching my peak as she was very good. I was close when she
reached down and squeezed my balls gently. That did it and I came in her
mouth. She took it all and swallowed it with pleasure.


After she finished cleaning my cock with her tongue, she moved up and
kissed me. It was not unusual any more for me to end up tasting my own
cum after an orgasm. We took turns pressing our tongues in each other's
mouth. It was a lot of fun but I thought she might want more.


"Thank you love. Now what about you? Would you like me to eat you for a
snack before I go to sleep?"


She giggled and nodded her head. Before I could move she had her legs
spread wide waiting for me. I could see she was excited already so I
didn't take too much time. I kissed my way down to her pussy and went
right to work. I licked around the out side of her labia first. Then I
slid my tongue into her slit and ran it up and down a few times. She
moaned in delight. I let my tongue touch her clit on the next few passes
and that really got her going.


I was determined not to leave any signs of activity that the doctor
might see so I avoided finger fucking her. But I thought I could get
away with very slight penetration of her ass hole with just the tip of
my finger. As I continued to lick and suck her pussy with particular
attention to her clit, I wet my finger in her juices then touched her
ass hole gently.


"Oh yes, Uncle Carl. Please put it in. Please.?


I did as she asked and pushed in to the first knuckle. I was sure that
would be okay. She loved it and I moved it around to give her more
feeling. The combination of my finger and my tongue took her over the
top and she came very nicely. I moved up and kissed her as she had done
with me. She was able to taste herself on my lips and tongue and she
loved it.


"Thank you Uncle Carl. I wish we could have fucked but that was very
nice. I can't wait until next week when we can really do it all."


"I look forward to it too dear. I just think we need to be careful right
now."


We were both satisfied and tired so we cuddled up and drifted off to
sleep. The next day was Thursday and I wanted to see what I could do for
Frank before the weekend. There were a couple of places I could check
and possibly get help. I was really hoping something would turn up. I
drifted off to sleep with him and his family on my mind.


End of chapter 17. Yes there will be more.


skywrites at webtv dot net

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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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Thursday, July 29, 2004

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FIRST CHRISTMAS (Chapter 29)

"I'm dreaming of a White Christmas....." Warren was crooning.

"Well quit dreaming, because you got one." Peg laughed, as she pointed
out the window at the lightly falling snow. It was Christmas morning, and
the Kelleher family was gathered around the tree, opening presents. There
were a couple of inches of snow on the ground, and it was still falling.
It was a perfect New England Christmas morning.

A car pulled up in front of the house, as Peg was looking out the
window. "Here comes your favorite Christmas Present, Warren," she joked.
Warren looked out to see Sophia and her mother getting out of the car.
Mrs. Kovach grabbed a bag full of presents, and brought it up to the door.
Warren greeted her there.

"Hi, Mrs. K. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you, too, Warren. Merry Christmas, folks!" she
shouted into the room at the rest of the family. "Here." She handed the
presents over, and Warren put them under the tree. "I've got to go, with
all this snow it's going to take forever to get to my sister's. The
nutcase is all yours," she said with a smile, pointing to the sidewalk,
where Sophia was twirling around under the snow like a 4yearold.

"Soph, what are you doing?" Warren asked, bemused.

"I love snow!" she yelled, giggling. "I especially like it on
Christmas."

"Yeah, well, I'm still in my PJs and I'm freezing."

She ran up on the porch. "Spoilsport," she grinned at him. "Later
you'll have to get dressed so we can have a snowball fight." She raced past
him into the house, tickling him as she went by. He followed her in.

She had snow in her hair and on her face. She was wearing white
earmuffs, and a big poofy white jacket. Her face was flushed from the
cold, and she was smiling broadly. "You are gorgeous when you're cold and
snowcovered, you know that?" Warren said.

"A Does that mean you won't warm me up, Snugglebear?"

"Uhhuh, that's what the tea and hot chocolate are for," Jim interjected
as he walked past them. "Merry Christmas, Sophia."

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Kelleher."

She went in to greet the rest of Warren's family, as he hung her coat up
for her.

Sophia had sat for an hour, cuddled up against Warren, watching the
Kellehers open all their presents. She was sipping tea and eating some of
Peg's wonderful Christmas cookies. She was very happy, but a bit envious.
She couldn't ever remember having a family Christmas like thisof course,
she had never had a whole family, either.

Suddenly, Peg was handing her a gift. "Merry Christmas, Sophia."

Sophia was surprised. "Oh, Mrs. Kelleher, you didn't have to get me
anything."

Peg just smiled. "I know. But I wanted to. I know you and Warren have
gifts for each other, but Jim and I wanted to get you a little something,
so you didn't feel left out."

Sophia tore open the wrapping. Inside the box was a pink angora
sweater. "Oh, I love it! Thank you so much, Mr. and Mrs. Kelleher. It's
beautiful."

"I wasn't sure you'd like it."

"It's perfect. I don't own enough sweaters." She looked down at the
shortsleeve blouse she was wearing. "And I should have one today. I'm
cold! I'm going to go try it on. Hold my place, Snugglebear." She went
upstairs to the bathroom, and emerged a couple minutes later, wearing the
sweater. She was wearing blue jeans today, and the blue jeans with the
pink sweater were a perfect match.

"Fits?" Peg asked

"Perfectly," Sophia confirmed.

"That looks real good on you, Sophie," Warren said admiringly. "Nice
pick, Mom."

"Thanks, Warren." Peg said bemusedly. Sophia sighed happily and settled
back in next to Warren, and thoroughly enjoyed the rest of the
presentopening.

"OK, Snugglebear, my turn." Sophia said, as she went into the bag she
had brought. "First, I've got a couple things for Ryan and Kristin."

"Really?" Warren's brother and sister said. "Wow, Sophia, thanks," Ryan
said as he opened up the video game. "Yeah, this is really cool," Kristin
agreed, as she opened up the latest Harry Potter book.

"And this one, Warren, is for your parents." Warren took the envelope
and handed it to his mom.

"Sophia, you really didn't have to do this," Peg said.

"Didn't I just say the same thing to you?" Sophia giggled. "I really
wanted to give you something, for how wonderfully you've treated me this
year."

"We treat you wonderfully because you're a delightfully wonderful
person, Sophia, don't forget that." Sophia blushed. Peg opened the
envelope. It was a gift certificate to Peg and Jim's favorite restaurant.
"Sophia, this is wonderful. Thank you so much."

"OK, and now for my Snugglebear." She handed over a box. "Warren, I
thought about this one for a long time, because this present is not your
normal thing. But it just screamed 'Warren!' at me, so I took a shot. I
hope you like it."

Warren tore off the paper and opened up the large box. He withdrew from
inside a leather coat. This wasn't a biker jacket or anything like that;
it was a very sharp black leather coat, a bit longer than a leather jacket.
It was very classy looking, but it was still leather.

Warren drew his breath in, sharply. It was perfect. It's something he
never would have thought to buy himself, but he loved it, and coming from
Sophia it was perfect.

Warren took it out of the box, and put it on.

"Do you like it?" Sophia asked expectantly.

"I love it! It's fantastic!"

"I can't believe how good it looks on you, Warren," Peg said. "It's
very sharp."

"Oh, I'm so relieved. I wasn't sure you'd like it." Sophia grinned
wryly. "Heck, I think it's the only thing in your whole wardrobe that
didn't come from L. L. Bean." Everyone laughed at that.

"That's what you're here for, dear, to broaden my horizons," Warren
quipped. Sophie playfully swatted him. "No, my love, it's perfect." He
took the coat off and went into the foyer to hang it up.

"Now, Pookie, your turn." He placed a small pile of presents in front of
Sophia. "This one last, though," he said, taking one off the pile.

"All for me?"

"Yeah, but trust me, there's nothing there as extravagant as that
leather coat," Warren smirked.

Sophia opened up the gifts, to find a couple of books she had been
wanting, and the two Beatles Anthology CD's she didn't yet have. The large
box on the bottom contained a beautiful purple miniskirt and matching
blouse. "Warren, I'm surprised. You have good taste in girls' clothes. I
love this! In fact, I love everything. Thank you so much."

"One more. Sorry, guys, I have to give this one in private." Peg knew
what it was, so she just laughed. Warren took Sophia's hand and led him
upstairs to his bedroom. Sophia just looked at him, questioningly. "I
couldn't give you this in front of the family. You'll know why when you
open it."

"Revealing lingerie?" Sophia joked.

"No, but why didn't I think of that?" Warren laughed. "Here."

Warren handed over the box he had withdrawn in the beginning. Sophia
opened it up, to find another box inside. She opened that up to find
another box. "Oh, you tricky devil, you," she said, laughing.

Finally, the fourth box opened to reveal a small jewelry box. Sophia
withdrew it, opened it up, and gasped.

Inside was a Claddagh ring. Sophia had always wanted a Claddagh ring.
This one, however, had an emerald in the middle. "Look on the inside of
the band," Warren said. Sophia did, and inscribed on it was "To my Pookie,
love, Snugglebear."

Sophia couldn't speak. She just looked down at the ring, speechless.
Warren sat next to her and said quietly, "I was trying to find a way to
give you something to show you how I felt. This was perfect." Sophia
started crying. "Want me to put it on?" Warren said. Sophia, unable to
speak, just nodded, and held out her hand. Warren slipped the ring on her
hand, and she looked at it. Then, crying, she wrapped Warren in such a
ferocious bear hug she almost knocked the wind out of him. "I love you,
Warren Kelleher, forever and always," she said through her tears.

"I love you too, Sophia Daniels, forever and always." He paused and
looked at her. "I knew you were going to get all weepy, that's why I had
to do this one in private." Sophia laughed and cried all at once, and then
hugged him again.

They stayed in Warren's room, kissing and cuddling for a bit, until Ryan
and Kristin burst in on them. Laughing, they let themselves be led back
downstairs.

"I am stuffed," Sophia said to Warren, after dinner, as they sat up in
his room on the computer. "Your mother can cook, Snugglebear."

"That she can."

"I'm so happy, Warren. This is the best Christmas ever." She looked at
the ring again. "I still can't believe you got me this."

"Ah, well, Pookie, I just wanted you to know how I felt."

"I already did," she smiled. "This just makes it a bit more tangible."
She looked down at it. "Didn't you put it on me backwards, though?"

"No. Claddagh rings are love/friendship rings. They can also be used
as engagement rings, though I wasn't thinking of that when I bought it."
Sophia grinned at him. "Now, I fully intend on marrying you someday, but
it's a little early to make it official, don't you think?"

Sophia laughed, but then realized what he said. "You do?"

"Yes, I do. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Not even a little bit, husbandofmydreams." She snuggled closer to
him.

"Good," he laughed. "Back to the ring. When claddagh rings are used as
love rings, they are worn the way I put it on your finger. See, the point
faces upbecause it's pointing to your heart."

"That's so romantic."

"Isn't it. And since we're both Irish, this was a fitting ring to get."

"I always wanted one. It's just perfect. Warren, this has been the
best Christmas ever."

"First of many, if I have any say in it." They just smiled at each
other, enjoying each other's company.

PING!..went the computer. "So much for that moment," Sophia quipped.
"Which one of your SkateHarem managed to find you, dear?"

Warren just laughed. "The very lovely and talented Elizabeth Cushman,
that's who." He typed, "Merry Christmas, Liz!"

"Merry Christmas, Warren. How you doin'? Sophia with you? Merry
Christmas to her, too, if she's there."

"Yeah, she is. She says Hi and Merry Christmas back. How's the stress
fracture?"

"Frustrating as all getout, but I've actually started jumping, finally.
I did my first couple triple toes today."

"Well, that's good."

"It'd be better if nationals wasn't less than a month away. And if
Ashley Ferris hadn't won the damn Grand Prix final in my absence."

"I can't stand her."

"Ashley? She's a nice kid, actually. I like her. It's her mother that
has the fangs and claws. I get the distinct impression that Ashley would
sometimes like to muzzle her."

"Well, that's good to know, but actually I was talking about her
skating."

"Yeah, well, those tripletriple combinations certainly get the judges'
attention."

"Yeah, cheated tripletriples that get four inches off the ground."

"No comment."

"LOL!"

"Well, I have to be a gracious competitor, don't I? You got to admit,
those tiny jumps sure are consistent and secure. And I'm nowhere near any
kind of triple triple at this point."

"It's OK Liz. You'll get 'em."

"Thanks, Warren. You'll be rooting for me at Nationals, and I'll feel
it through the TV screen <G>."

"Now, now, Liz. We've discussed this before. I will be rooting for
Stephie Eberhardt, as always."

"Oh, yeah, that's right. Stephie is your favorite skateryou and every
other hormonal heterosexual male in the country."

"LOL. No, I will be rooting for you, dear, to win Nationals. I just
want Stephie to shake her booty and land enough shaky triples to eke her
way onto the Olympic team."

"I have every confidence in her. She's been skating great in practice."

"Oh, yeah, that's right, she trains in the same rink as you do."

"Yes, she does. And it's always an experience. Don't get me
wrongsince Stephie came here to train, we've actually become good friends.
I love her. She's warm, funny, has a great attitude about life. I love
hanging out with her. But I could never get away with the goofing off she
does in practice."

"She's not coached by Frank, is she?"

"No. And if I tried to keep up with her everrotating roster of
boyfriends, I'd give myself a headache."

"LOL!"

"But I do hope she makes the Olympic team. Sincerely. The Olympics
won't be half as fun if Crazy Stephie isn't along for the ride."

"Hee hee. You just make sure you get yourself healthy and make the team
yourself, OK? I want to be able to say that I chat on the internet every
day with an Olympian."

"Aye, aye, captain. Got to go. Kisses to you and Sophie."

"Kisses back, Liz. See ya."

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Wednesday, July 28, 2004

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Sunday, July 25, 2004

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Welcome to the Church of The Reverend Cotton Mather. This
story is the sole property of the author, and may not be copied or
downloaded for the intent of profit. Permission is freely given for
anyone to download or copy for their personal pleasure or use, as
long as there is no intent to charge money or barter for the
privilege of acquiring this material.

( 2001, Rev. Cotton Mather)

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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather



27

A WALK IN THE SNOW



Ever since the AllState selections had been announced, my parents
had fallen back onto their old parenting ways, pretty much letting me
be a teenaged kid. As long as I didn't get myself into trouble again
(or found myself being dragged, kicking and screaming, into trouble,
such as what Jake did to me), and as long as I kept my grades up,
they were willing to pretty much stay off my back.

All during the playoffs, from the conference tournament all the way
to the state playoffs, Molly was acting funny around me. It was like
she was distracted or something. And, to tell the truth, all during
that month I was plenty busy. The homework load didn't ease up just
because we were still playing soccer, and our games were no longer
local affairs. We were traveling longer distances to play, and the
further we got in the tournaments, the further it seemed we had to
travel. So I didn't have any time on the weekends to spend with
Molly, and during the week all I could spare was a quick phone call
occasionally.

She was still really friendly during school, but it seemed like she
was distant and distracted whenever I called her. Monosyllable
answers to my questions, no prompting from her to help the
conversation along, and uncomfortable silences were the norm. It got
so that I didn't like to call her at night, content just to see her
at school instead.

Finally, though, the soccer season ended. I had a weekend free, so
when I saw her at lunch on Wednesday, I asked her if she could do
something on Friday night.

"Ummm...I don't know for sure yet," she evaded. "Call me tonight,
okay, Sean? Look, I've got to go. I've got a meeting set up with my
adviser. I'll talk to you later."

She abruptly got up from the table and threw the rest of her lunch
away and left the cafeteria, leaving me feeling awfully alone among a
sea of students.

That night, after dinner, I dialed her number. Josh answered the
phone.

"Dude, what did you do?" he asked.

I was puzzled. "What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Man, she's really in outer space tonight. She was snapping at all
of us at dinner, and even yelled at the dog. I laughed at her when
she did that, and almost got my head handed to me."

"Great. I wonder what the hell is wrong?"

"Well," he said, "I hope you can figure it out before she gets on
the phone. But you did something to piss her off, Sean, bet on it."

There was a loud clunk as he let the handset drop. Great, I thought
to myself. I'm in trouble, and I don't know why.

I heard Josh calling Molly to the phone. A few moments later, she
picked up the handset.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mol. It's me."

"Oh. Hi."

Silence. Uhoh.

"Um, you said I should call," I prompted.

"Oh, yes. That's right, I did." She took a deep breath. "Sean, I
need to talk about something, okay?"

"Sure, go ahead," I said. My heart started beating a little faster,
and my stomach was doing tricky things. I wished I had gotten myself
some water or something to drink before I dialed. Maybe that would
have helped calm me down.

"It's about us, Sean. I think we've got problems we're not talking
about."

"What problems, Molly? Besides, we're talking now, aren't we?"
They were weak arguments, I knew, but they were all I had at the
moment. I was still trying to wade through the minefield of this
conversation.

"We haven't been talking before now, though. I'm just not
comfortable right now with where we are, Sean. I know you've felt
it, too. Ever since the costume party..."

"Wait a minute. The costume party? You mean the one at your house?"

"Of course the one at my house." She sounded exasperated with me.
"What other costume party have you gone to? Never mind, I don't want
to know."

"Molly..."

"Shut up for a minute, Sean, and let me work this out. Ever since
the costume party, when I saw you kissing Kayla..."

"Molly..."

"I saw you kissing Kayla, Sean. And you both looked like you were
enjoying it."

"Molly..."

"And you were both enjoying it. I can't get that image out of my
mind, Sean."

"But you kissed Scotty..."

"Didn't you hear me? I said you were both enjoying it. That's the
part that has been really bothering me, Sean." I could hear the
tears just starting on the other end of the phone. My stomach
dropped into my toes.

"Look, Molly..."

"Just let me talk for a minute, okay?" She took a deep breath to
get herself back under control. I tried it, too, but it didn't work
for me. "I'm afraid you're not taking this relationship very
seriously, Sean. I thought you loved me. I thought you were
committed to me. But ever since that party, I haven't been able to
convince myself that you are in this with me 100 percent." She
stopped again. I could just detect a sob trying to work its way out
of her and into the open. "I think we're going to have to stop
seeing each other for awhile," she whispered.

"Molly..." But I had nothing to say. She had said it all. When I
didn't respond, the sob that had been waiting for its opportunity
finally escaped. Without another word, she set the telephone down
and broke the connection. No slamming it down in anger, just a quiet
click. The thunderous sound of that click seemed to drop an entire
wall of bricks onto me.

Shit.

The whole next day at school, I walked around numb. At lunchtime,
Molly found somewhere else to sit, so I ate with Jake and Eric and
Keisha and Toby, but I just couldn't track any of their
conversations. I think Josh had probably clued in Jake about Molly
and me, so he at least was a little sympathetic, but even so, I
really didn't want to spill out my personal problems to the table, so
I endured some goodnatured ribbing about my long face. It was a
long day, but at least I could go home right after school and try to
bury myself in homework. It was one of the few times I was grateful
to my teachers for piling it on.

Friday was a little better. I had gotten over the shock of Molly
calling it off, but it still hurt. I understood more now how Josh
must have felt when Shayna broke up with him, back in September. I
thought I would make it through the day painfree.

No such luck.

It all began around lunchtime. I was walking toward the cafeteria
with Jake, when Toby came up and grabbed my arm.

"Man, you're not gonna believe what I just heard," he said as he
tugged on me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jake
frantically waving his hand at Toby, trying to get him to shut up
about something. I turned toward him. His hand dropped like it
suddenly weighed about 50 pounds, and he got this innocent look on
his face that immediately made me suspicious.

"What?" I asked sharply.

"Who, me?" he asked. By the look on my face, he realized how stupid
that sounded, so he dropped the act. We made our way to some empty
seats at our usual table and sat down.

"Okay, guys, what gives?" I asked.

Toby and Jake glanced at each other.

"Okay," said Jake. "You're probably going to hear about it from
somebody else later today anyway, so you might as well hear it from
your friends first." He glanced around to make sure someone wasn't
listening in, as if it mattered.

Toby leaned in close and spoke quietly. "Molly's going out with
someone else on Saturday."

I stared at him, then looked at Jake. He gazed back at me solemnly.
"She's got a date?" I asked stupidly.

Jake nodded. "Scotty asked her out. She said yes. They're going
to some party that Tessa knows about somewhere. Hey, I'm sorry,
Sean."

I nodded mutely. I told myself we had broken up, she was free to go
out if she wanted. It didn't help. It was only two days! I was
still trying to assimilate our conversation from Wednesday, and she
was already going out with someone else? It didn't make any sense to
me. And she told me she didn't enjoy her session with Scott in the
laundry room. Or did she really say that? I started running our
conversation back through my mind. Hold on, there's something wrong
here. She was upset that I seemed to be enjoying kissing Kayla, but
she never said she didn't enjoy kissing Scott that night.

Maybe there was more to this breakup than she was telling me.

Not that, ultimately, it was going to make any difference. Whether
she and Scott were going out because of the costume party or not
didn't really matter. Whether there was an attraction there before
our breakup really didn't matter, either.

But this news really did hurt.

And Josh and Toby were absolutely right. I heard from five or six
other friends that Molly was going out with Scott on Saturday. Bad
news travels fast, I thought to myself.

Then, just before my last class of the day, Jake found me in the hall.

"Sean. You're not going to like this news at all, but I just heard
from somebody who saw them together, that Molly and Scott went to a
movie together last weekend. While you were at the state tournament,
she was already going out with somebody else. Man, I'm really sorry
to have to bring you this news, Sean."

He looked like he sounded. I would have felt sorry for him, but I
was busy feeling sorry for myself, and couldn't spare any for my
friend.

Now I really felt like crap.

Friday night Josh and Jake and I met at the mall and I lost myself
in a maze of pinball and arcade games, dumping quarter after quarter
into the machines. Air hockey, I discovered, was a very good outlet
for anger and frustration. Even when you were winning, you were
slamming the puck as hard as you could, trying to break that little
disk into a zillion pieces. I felt oddly better after about a half
dozen battles at the table.

On Saturday, I tried to lose myself in chores around the house. The
grass wasn't growing, but there were leaves to rake, gutters to
clean, and the garage to sweep out. I finished the afternoon by
taking my soccer ball back behind the garage and kicking it against
the back, chasing down the rebound and dribbling back to an imaginary
line and firing the ball against the wall again. It was getting
pretty cold out, but by the time I was done, I was breathing hard and
sweating from my exertions. I just wasn't tired enough to stop
thinking about Molly going out with Scott tonight, though. It was
like a splinter in my thumb. I had to worry it and pick at it until
it throbbed, so I could be unhappy about how much it more hurt now
that it was getting infected.

I trudged into the house and stripped off my soaked sweatshirt and t
shirt and dumped them in the laundry basket in my room, and headed
for the shower. The sky had just started spitting little wet clumps
of snow flurries. Oh, good, I thought to myself. Now the weather is
turning bad on me, too. What next?

I spent the next several hours looking at the television, but not
really seeing anything. I would switch to one channel, watch for a
few minutes, then get up and walk over to the selector on the TV and
switch to a different channel. I would sit back down again, only to
get up a few minutes later and go through the motions again. Nothing
grabbed my interest enough to stay with it, and I got more and more
frustrated as I continually flipped through all the channels, only to
start all over again at the beginning.

Finally I decided that taking a walk in the freezing weather suited
my mood. Maybe I could walk far enough to tire myself out so I could
just go to sleep. I slipped on my letter jacket, slapped a baseball
cap on my head, made sure I had gloves in the pockets, and trudged
out the door.

I walked aimlessly around the neighborhood, not paying any attention
to where I was or where I'd been. I just walked through the building
snow and slush, head down, hands thrust in jeans pockets, staring at
where my next step would land.

Eventually I found myself stopped on the sidewalk by Jake and
Kayla's house. No lights were on, but it didn't matter. I didn't
want to see anybody anyway. I walked up their driveway and around
the garage, into the field in back. My body was on autopilot, my
mind switched off. I was letting my feet take me where they wanted
to go, or so I thought.

I shuffled through the accumulating snow all the way across the
field, and into the stand of trees. The snow was reflecting what
little light there was outside, and my feet found the worn path
through the woods easily. My body stopped, and it was a few minutes
before my brain reconnected. I was standing on the path, shoulders
hunched against the cold and wet. Ahead of me was the tree Jake and
I had climbed so long ago. I mentally shrugged, telling myself it
was a lesson in futility to even think of going up there, but my feet
began to move again in that direction.

I pulled out my gloves and put them on, and reached up to climb the
tree. The branches and limbs were slippery and wet as I climbed
higher. I got to the branch I had sat on months ago, and glanced at
the back of the O'Toole house. No lights were on here, either.

Wait a minute. There was a dim glow coming from one window. I slid
over to the branch on the other side of the tree and stood up on it
to try to peer into the window. I knew it was Molly's room. She
probably just left a closet light on or something, I told myself.
She's not there. She's out with Scotty, I reminded myself. She's
not there.

My eyes adjusted to the light coming from the window, and standing
on the branch allowed me to see most of the room. the faint light
was coming from her bedside lamp. It was so dim because she had
thrown a tshirt or something over it to cut down on the glare.
Scott and Molly were lying on her bed together, kissing and holding
each other. As I watched, my eyes grew more accustomed to the amount
of light available coming from her room. I saw Scott's hand move
tentatively up from Molly's waist, brushing along the nap of her
sweater, to softly grasp her breast. I saw Molly arch her back a
little, making her chest raise up, pushing her boob harder against
his hand. Her mouth opened as she kissed him harder, and she pulled
him tighter to her, keeping her upper body turned just slightly so
that he didn't lose contact with her sensitive breast.

I saw him drop his hand down and urgently scramble for the hem of
her sweater, anxious to slip beneath the sweater. I saw the fabric
of the sweater raise into a ridge as his hand and arm slid up, eager
to reclaim possession of her breast.

I stayed there in the tree, unaware of the temperature or the snow
or anything else surrounding me as I watched Molly push Scott away
for a moment so she could sit up and pull the sweater over her head.
Her bra was askew on her, one cup pushed up over an exposed breast
where Scott had wormed his fingers underneath. She reached behind
her and unfastened the bra, pulling it off her shoulders and tossing
it onto the floor. She lay back down and pulled Scott back to her
for a kiss. He took the hint and grabbed at her breast clumsily as
he was brought back down to her.

I continued to watch as Molly took charge of an apparently
inexperienced Scotty. She rolled him over so she was partially on
top of him, slipping her knee between his legs as she raised up
slightly, guiding her swollen breast to his lips. He licked and
kissed her turgid nipple, but it looked like he wasn't sure what she
wanted. He let his hands slide down her bare back and tried to slip
under her jeans and onto her ass, but her pants were too tight. He
contented himself to grasping the globes of her ass over her jeans,
squeezing and pulling the pliant flesh.

I stayed there the whole time. I watched Molly unsnap first her
jeans, and then Scott's. I saw her pull out his dick and hold it in
her hand, playing with it and pumping it up and down while he was
frantically trying to dig his fingers into her cunt, all the while
staring wideeyed at what Molly was doing to his hard cock. I saw
him jerk practically off the bed, unexpectedly shooting his seed
straight up into the air as she jacked him off. I saw her giggle,
her boobs quivering, as she rubbed her fingers in the mess on his
stomach and chest with one hand, hanging on to his reinflating cock
with the other. I saw her kiss him hard as she held onto him,
swinging her leg over to straddle him. I watched as she held the tip
of his hard cock against her drooling slot, knowing what he was
feeling, dreading what I was about to see. I saw her drop down on
him, letting go with her hand as she imbedded herself on him. I felt
the knife go into my chest and slice down to my stomach as I saw her
move, her hands now on his shoulders, her head back in pleasure, her
eyes closed in concentration. I watched her fuck him, I watched as
he watched her, unable to believe his luck. I saw her open her eyes
and say something to him, saw her reach down and take his hand, saw
her press it to her breast as she moved up and down on him. I
watched it all, hardly able to blink, as she rode herself nearly to
completion. I saw Scotty tense up, saw his hips working up and down
frantically. His movements were inhibiting Molly's, keeping her from
cresting, and I was glad to see it, in a perverted way. His eyes
opened wide as his climax came on him unexpectedly, and I saw Molly
jerk herself off him just as he started to spurt. His hips thrust up
into the air, his spasming cock searching in vain for the warmth of
Molly's encasing walls, as his cum came spilling out of him, puddling
on the bare skin of his twitching stomach.

I couldn't bear any more. I closed my eyes against the vision, and
then concentrated on getting out of the tree. I did not want to look
at the window, so I turned to face back into the woods as I climbed
down. I dropped to the ground and fell on my ass. I leaned back
against the tree as I felt the sting of tears in my eyes. I
intensely regretted coming to the tree, and I was miserable and cold
and wet and suddenly very tired.

I dragged myself up to my feet and shuffled back out to the path.
As I was making my way back toward the field, my subconscious noted,
for future consideration, something that I did not register at the
time: another set of footprints in the snow, feet quite a bit smaller
and narrower than mine.



(Continued in Chapter 28)

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