Room for Rent Part 1

By Leslie Schmidt

Jeff was a little surprised. He'd not noticed before but, as they worked together on the dishes, he could see that his daughter was developing a crush on the new boarder. It was the way she looked at him, the way she giggled, the way she put her hand on his arm. Jeff could also see that Tommy noticed too-and he didn't mind.

Tommy had been in the "granny flat" in the basement for a couple of weeks. So far he was proving that he was the geeky engineering student he'd claimed to be-a last semester student working on a capstone project before graduation. Jeff's last boarder, an incredibly hard working pre-med student named Carla, had lived below for three years. He'd come to have some fatherly affectionate feelings toward her and missed her more than he anticipated. Still, he was happy that her thousands of hours of study had paid off with a place at Columbia Med School.

The rent on the flat was modest, what it really provided was someone to, informally, watch after Monica when he had to work evenings. This usually happened four of five times a month. "Hey (Carla, Tom) I need to go in for a couple of hours. Can Monica call if she has a problem?"

Jeff felt good about how close he was to his daughter. Many people thought that being a single dad to a girl would be hard but Jeff really enjoyed it. His main problem had been with a couple of employers that gave him a hard time about needing time. One he had called out, pointing out the women who needed to stay home with a sick kid didn't get the crap he did.

Often he'd find Monica downstairs studying or reading with Carla-they'd become surrogate sisters and Jeff knew that Monica missed Carla dearly. Now, come to think of it, twice he'd come home from work in the afternoon to find Tommy upstairs with Monica. Two nights ago when he had to go into work, she'd been sitting cross-legged in her nightgown on Tommy's bed while he worked on his computer. When Jeff knocked at the top of the stairs both Monica and Tom had called him down.

What neither of the youngsters knew was that Jeff had the house wired. There were cameras hidden in several of the rooms. Initially, when she was small, Jeff had left the baby monitor in Monica's room, high on a shelf. It was when she was seven that she'd wanted new furniture and he'd installed a more discreet camera in the smoke detector. This was followed by one hidden in the light switch and two more in the hallway bathroom, one in the fan looking down into the tub and another in the light switch that took in the whole room.

When Carla had moved in, he'd also installed cameras in the granny flat. One was in the small bathroom where it looked into the mirror, giving a view of the shower and the sink and one was in a hallowed out window ledge that had a convenient gap between two of the trim boards-it took in pretty much the entire flat.

Carla had been a disappointingly modest woman who never took her clothes off unless she was in the shower and even wrapped herself in a towel while she put on makeup. Still, he had a few good films of her getting into the shower or drying off. She was an attractive but not exceptional woman with C cup breasts and a flat stomach. Her brown shoulder length hair matched her pubes.

Upstairs, they'd never been too concerned about modesty around the house-more than once Carla had caught him in the kitchen sans clothes late at night or early in the morning. He'd warned her when she came to look at the place that he and Monica were not too uptight about clothes. After the second time, she'd started knocking and politely calling up the stairs before she headed up. Unfortunately, Monica had picked up some on Carla's modesty and, a year or so ago, had stopped running around the house naked. Still, Jeff had the cameras.

Three days after Jeff had noticed his daughter's growing affection for the new guy, on Friday, while sitting in his office at work, Jeff was watching Monica in the kitchen as she made an after school snack. The back door opened and Tom came in. Jeff was surprised when Monica stepped across the kitchen and hugged him; Jeff was astonished when he bent down and kissed her-on the lips.

Jeff arrived home at his normal 6:30. As instructed, Monica had started dinner by pealing some potatoes and taking pork chops out of the freezer to thaw. By 7:30 they had eaten and were cleaning up. Tom came up the stairs and put a frozen dinner in the microwave.

"Going out tonight?" Jeff asked. "Even engineers have social lives."

"I have a problem I'm finishing up," Tom replied. "Maybe I'll go later on-see how long it takes."

Monica was loading the dishwasher.

"Alright if I go back in?" Jeff asked. "If I get some stuff done tonight I won't have to go in tomorrow."

Monica froze when she heard her father, Jeff could see her nervousness.

"I'll only be a couple of hours," Jeff added.

"Sure, I won't be done, probably before eleven," Tom replied.

"Cool. That OK with you honey? I'll be leaving you alone on a Friday night but then, maybe tomorrow, we can go somewhere."

"Can we go to the beach?"

"Honey, its February." (It was an old joke.)

"Oh, OK then, maybe a movie?"

"Sure," Jeff said with a smile.

Half an hour later, when Jeff accessed his home server from his desk at work he had to search through the house. He found them in her bedroom, sitting on the double bed. It wasn't an engineering problem that Tom was working on.

They were cuddled up, still clothed. Tom had his arm around Monica while she looked at something on her tablet. They were talking and laughing (Jeff hadn't installed mics). A couple of times Tom reached up and touched the screen but, from the look of it, Monica was playing a game and he was watching (and laughing at her).

Suddenly they both burst into laughter and she slapped the tablet down in her lap. They looked at each other, he said something and she mock punched him. He kissed her forehead and she stopped, then looked into his eyes, then leaned up and they kissed. She opened her mouth first.

The tablet was forgotten as they turned toward each other, each of them reaching across to the other in a very romantic kiss.

Jeff watched his fifth grade daughter (still three months shy of her eleventh birthday) make out with the college student-a young man but certainly an adult-with mixed feelings. First, as a father, his instincts where to protect his daughter. Then again, his own attraction to preteens coupled with his voyeur desires to make the scene one of intense interest. His head swam and his cock surged when he saw Tommy's hand move up Monica's side and slide onto her chest.

It had only been a few months earlier that Monica had asked her dad about wearing bras. Jeff was well familiar that his daughter was in absolutely no need of such; her body hadn't changed much in the past five years except for growing taller and thinning out. He knew that that wasn't the case with other girls her age. He had watched, last summer, as a couple of her friends had changed into swimsuits in her bedroom. One of Monica's classmates, a heavy set black girl named Shontera, was even getting a patch of dark curls between her thighs to match her B-cup boobs. For Monica it was a social thing and he was OK with that. He had taken her to the "Junior Miss" department at Dillard's and, after talking to a middle-aged female clerk, the friendly woman had taken Monica into the dressing room and measured her. That afternoon five training bras went into her top drawer. The following week three far less expensive sports bras had appeared in the cart at K-Mart. The sports bras had become a welcome addition to the girl's wardrobe as she often wore them around the house with panties and even a couple of times shopping with gym shorts or yoga pants. Jeff thought she looked incredibly sexy in biking shorts and a sports bra.

Jeff didn't know what sort of small clothes Monica was wearing under her sweatshirt and jeans but he had to fight the urge to rub his cock as he watched Tommy's thumb moving back and forth where the child's right nipple should be. When he dropped his hand and tried to work it up under her shirt she stopped him. She lifted his hand and kissed it, then they went back to just cuddling and kissing. Jeff was surprised when his daughter lifted up and turned toward Tom, pushing him to the side and laying him back. She ended up on top with his left thigh firmly between hers. Jeff could only imagine that Tom's cock was hard against his daughter's hip as he lifted his knee slightly between her legs. This time she didn't stop him as he ran his hands up her back-now Tommy knew whether it was one of the frilly expensive things from Dillard's or a sexy rayon one from K-Mart.

Jeff's fatherly instincts did kick in-not that he was angry that Monica was making out with a twenty something but that this could only end in her broken heart. As the two started moving against each other, Jeff reluctantly picked up the phone...

"Hi honey," (her voice has sounded breathless when she answered. Tom was sitting up, looking bemused and trying to be very quiet) "I was wondering if you'd want me to drive through Dairy Queen on my way home."

"Yeah, I'd like a Oreo Blizzard," she answered, her voice calming.

"Is Tom around? Does he want anything?"

"Just a minute."

She covered the phone and they talked. "A chocolate sundae?" she said back into the phone.

"Be there in twenty," Jeff responded.

As he hung up and then started shutting down his computer the two love birds left the bedroom. Just before signing off they appeared in the living room where Monica sat down and turned on the TV. Meanwhile Tommy went on into the kitchen, then down the stairs. When Jeff got home they were both in the living room-Monica watching TV and Tom working on his laptop. Only then did Jeff remember he hadn't gotten any work done.

Monica and Tom spent the rest of the evening together. After they'd all finished the ice cream the three of them watched TV. Then, when Jeff begged off and went to his room, the two youngsters stayed up late in the living room. When Jeff looked through the video in the morning he watched them share a warm hug and kiss goodnight.

"Honey, I need to talk to you about Tom," Jeff started as they drove between the movie and a restaurant the next day.

Monica didn't answer-she just looked away.

"I can see that you're really getting...close to him and...well...you know you'll only get a broken heart. And, I don't want to see that."

She looked at her father. "Daddy, it's not like that. We're just friends," she lied.

"Well, yes it is honey, you know."

Again she looked out the window.

He studied his daughter. She wasn't a child anymore-she'd become what they call a 'tween. He really enjoyed her, she was still young enough to be a little girl sometimes but she also knew enough to be able to take care of herself. She was also beginning to explore what sort of person she'd like to be, developing independence.

Over the last summer she'd grown at least three inches, most of it in her legs. She looked slimmer now and become more graceful. Her face was becoming more distinctive and was moving from cute kid to pretty teenager. She had wide-set grey eyes, a squarish face with wide, full lips and a bit of a pug nose. She'd started combing her thick blonde hair straight back from her forehead instead of encouraging the part in the middle. Her hair now reached the bottom of her shoulder blades and she often pulled it into a long pony tail. She was just a couple of inches short of five feet.

"Honey, he's in college. You...you can't do...you can't really be like, his girl friend. You two can't go out where guys his age, where college students go. You can't,..., have a date. Also, he'd be...he wouldn't take you along with his friends and things like that."

"I know that! I'm not his Girl Friend." Her expression was exasperated but Jeff could see that her eyes were wet.

"I just don't want you hurt honey," Jeff said. "I'm not going to tell you not to spend time with him. He seems to be a great guy, just, don't be disappointed. Have fun, be friends, but remember...he's a lot older than you. You two live in different worlds."

"Also," Jeff continued, "as soon as he finishes his project he'll be getting a job and leaving. He won't even be here into the spring."

Monica looked at her father. Her eyes were brimming.

"I know," she said, again in a 'duh' tone, trying to cover up her real feelings.

"I guess if you two go anywhere people will just think you're his little sister," Jeff said in a wry tone. He knew that the comment would make her mad but it was the truth: 'tough love' they call it.

Monica didn't answer.

On Monday afternoon, Jeff was sitting at his desk working on a product development CM database for a small manufacturing firm. It was an interesting project because they wanted data from their robotic systems integrated automatically into the db. He had lost track of time, concentrating on the project but, on a side monitor, the camera that covered the front door showed Monica approaching. She heaved her book bag off her back and dropped it on her feet as she dug in a side pocket and found her key. The door open, the back pack landed in its usual place next to the sofa, her coat landed in the chair and she dropped her scarf on the floor as she went into the kitchen.

The fridge yielded up a carton of chocolate milk that returned after the microwave heated a ceramic cup full. Two minutes later the cup, a granola bar, and the retrieved scarf were on the coffee table in the living room as Monica started channel surfing. Once Oprah was on the screen she jumped up and Jeff followed her into her bedroom where she had left her phone on the desk.

"Hi dear, how was school?" Jeff said, watching her on the monitor as she walked back to the living room.

"It was good. I got a B+ on my Geography quiz."

"Well, that's good," Jeff replied.

"I'a gotten an A except for stupid Kyrzacstan."

"Well, I certainly don't know were all the 'Stan's are. Have you got much homework?"

"Some Math."

"What about your book report?"

"Oh daddy. That's not due til Friday and I've only got about 20 pages left to read."

"OK honey," Jeff replied looking at the monitor. "I want you to read ten before there's any TV. You can do the Math after dinner if you want to wait."

"OoooKaaa," she said. "When will you be home?"

"The usual, around six thirty. I'm planning on spaghetti tonight so would you take some hamburger out of the freezer?"

"Do you want me to cook it?"

"Will you be real careful?"

"Yes daddy."

"OK. Thaw it in warm water in the sink first so it'll crumble up and don't wear long sleeves and tie up your hair. Be careful not to burn it and you know what to do if there's a fire."

"Turn off the gas and get the extinguisher."

After they hung up, Monica watched Oprah until she'd finished her snack, then she went into the kitchen and set the meat to thaw. She sat back down in the couch with her feet under her and a throw blanket in her lap and started to read.

Some other parents, and Monica's grandparents, were uncomfortable that Jeff let Monica be alone in the house and do so many things when he wasn't around. She'd not been in Latch Key since she was eight. What they didn't know was that the house was wired with over ten hidden cameras and Jeff watched her every move.

******

The wiring of the house had started innocently enough, with a baby monitor in Monica's room. When she was three Jeff began to feel that he really didn't need to be in the bathroom when she was in the tub-at least not all the time-but he still wanted to keep an eye on her. Soon he was tired of moving the monitor from her room into the bath so he bought a second. Then, one day, he was amused that the camera had been turned to the wall by his sister when she was visiting. That gave him the idea of finding a more discrete camera and that opened up the world of spy cameras.

Soon there were two-one in the fan overhead that looked down into the tub and another in light switch that faced the mirror and, therefore, covered almost the whole room. Meanwhile, the original monitor had been moved to a top shelf in Monica's room and forgotten about, at least by her.

When she was five she wanted new furniture. By then Jeff was thoroughly obsessed with spying so the monitor was replaced by two hidden cameras, one in the light switch and the other in the smoke detector.

When she was seven she had her first sleep over and Jeff really hit pay dirt. From then on he encouraged Monica to invite friends over and his collection of short films and still pictures bloomed as a number of different little girls were added. A couple of months later he sat in his den at home and watched Monica, her friend Kylie and his fourteen year old nephew George play doctor.

Of course, every child has a play doctor's kit. Monica's was given to her when she was six. It was a classic black doctor's bag made of cheap plastic and was stocked with a play stethoscope, blood pressure cuff, head reflector, a couple of fake syringes, reflex hammer and boxes of bandages and tongue depressors. It also came with a child size nurse's hat.

Jeff used the third bedroom as an office/guest room where he could sign into the servers at work. It also contained the hardware for his home network and, in a locked cabinet that was mounted on the wall, the video equipment. The desk held two monitors that were showing his work and his laptop was keeping tabs of the kids in the bedroom on the other side of the house.

They had been playing "Card and Go Seek" that had involved a lot of giggling and running around the house (Jeff had given up telling them to keep it down and closed the door) but now they'd settled down and were playing Pictionary using sheets of drawing paper with books for desks.

The project was tedious, as a lot of database work is. Jeff was laboriously selecting the characteristics for each field throughout the 67 table db and was working hard to stay focused when all that was lost because of movement on the laptop.

The kids hadn't been doing much, just some talk and occasional grabs for each other's papers, there had been an outbreak of laughter that Jeff had heard a couple of minutes ago but otherwise they were quiet. Then, quite suddenly, Kylie climbed up onto her knees, lifted her shift and pushed her panties down.

George stared at the seven year olds crotch and while Monica smiled nervously and then turned away. Meanwhile, Kylie lifted her dress higher and gathered it up in her hands so she was naked from the ribs to where her panties were bunched around her knees.

George leaned forward, inspecting and Kylie, giggling, thrust her hips forward and rotated them some, saying something as she giggled. When he reached out she dropped her dress and sat back on her heels.

George looked disappointed but they kept talking and laughing as Kylie worked her panties back up under her dress, then the attention turned to Monica.

There was some laughter and banter but Monica shook her head and pointed at George. Then Kylie joined her and they both laughed and talked. He at first shook his head but the girls were obviously making fun of him so he sat up on his knees and unzipped his jeans.

Jeff was actually surprised and impressed...the kid was pretty well hung. His cock stood out a good seven inches and was well bigger around than your average broom handle. It was pulsing and his bull head was straining. Kylie smiled and said something-it looked like "wow"-and Monica looked at it with shock. Then Kylie again started talking and pointing, obviously giggling as she did.

George's expression moved from nervousness to, well, pride. Obviously he knew he was bigger than average and, obviously, Kylie had told him so. He replied back with a smile. The girls leaned forward looking for a few seconds, then he turned to Monica and, obviously, said something like, "Your turn."

Again Monica looked uncomfortable and kind of drew back. As George tucked his cock (with some trouble) back into his jeans it began to look like Kylie was beginning to bully Monica some. George said something and both girls stopped. Kylie looked at him, then at Monica and asked a question. Monica thought for a moment, then stood up and went to her closet. After digging around for a moment she pulled out the doctor kit.

Kylie grabbed it when Monica sat back down and pulled it open. She started taking parts out. She put on the nurse's hat and handed the reflector to George. It was too small so he put it down but then took the stethoscope. Kylie stood up and took Monica's hand and led her to the bed.

First, George, at Kylie's direction, tapped Monica's knees with the hammer. She obediently kicked, one time kicking at Kylie with a laugh. Next George used a depressor to look in her mouth and Kylie did too. Then he took the stethoscope and listened to her back.

Kylie said something and they both looked at her. Monica shrugged and pulled up her shirt to her chest. Again George went to listen but Kylie interrupted and pulled on Monica's arms. She looked at her friend and said something back, then raised her arms while Kylie pulled her tee off.

Monica's hair settled down as she sat now. Again George listened to her back, then she straightened up while he put the stethoscope on her chest while she took deep breaths. He looked at Kylie and she took the stethoscope and listened. This time she put the pad on Monica's nipple and they both laughed.

Next Kylie dug around in the bag and pulled out a play syringe. She pretended to be filling it, then turned to Monica and motioned for her to lay down so she could give her a shot.

Monica giggled but Jeff could tell she was uncomfortable. Still, what he was watching was really hot and he had already had to push down a couple of times to reposition his cock. Monica rolled to the side and lay down, propping herself up on her elbows and talking to Kylie.

Kylie pulled on Monica's shorts and Monica made a quick grab for them but then stopped. Next she even lifted her hips a little to help Kylie uncover her rear. Kylie slapped it and everyone laughed. Jeff could see George looking at his daughter's ass with wide eyes and a bit of a leer.

Kylie pushed the syringe against Monica's butt cheek-pushed hard-and Monica lifted up in alarm. Then she pushed the syringe away and, with some laughing, rubbed where she had gotten the shot. She tried to peer back at her ass but couldn't and faced forward.

Meanwhile, Kylie and George were having a conversation while Kylie pointed at Monica. Then she motioned for Monica to roll over. Monica pulled up her shorts and rolled onto her back.

From the camera in the smoke detector Jeff could look down at his seven year old girl. His cock was getting really uncomfortable pushing against the jeans he was wearing and he dug in his crotch to let it point down his leg. Problem was, it was crying to be stroked which he unconsciously started to do. It was summer and Monica showed the tan lines of her one-piece. Her shoulders and arms were well tanned but her chest and stomach were absolutely white. Her dime size nipples were barely darker and, in fact, Jeff could see the slight spider web of veins across her chest.

With Kylie's direction, George started to press on Monica's stomach, working his way across her upper abdomen, then down her side and across her white skin just above the waistband of her shorts. He finished up on her right side and Kylie said something.

Monica pushed down on her shorts, pushing them down over her hips but no further, uncovering her lower belly. George's touch made her lift her legs some but then she relaxed and looked up at him as he gently pressed on her, making four stops across her before finishing on her right hip bone. Again Kylie said something, pointing at Monica's shorts.

Monica rolled her eyes, then lifted her hips up and pushed her shorts and panties down around her thighs.

Jeff's cock surged. He had never seen Monica in such an overtly sexual situation. He had to stroke himself so he got up and went to the door and locked it. As he walked back to the desk he undid his pants and sat down with his cock in his hand.

Things hadn't changed much in the kid's room. George was staring at Monica's pussy, he was visibly tense and there was even some perspiration beading on his forehead and cheeks. Meanwhile, Kylie was saying something and pointing at the hairless sex. Next she reached down and touched Monica, pushing one of her large lips to the side to open her slit and show the seven year old's clit.

Monica flinched at Kylie's touch but then giggled some and tried to spread her legs some but she couldn't because of her shorts and panties around her thighs. Kylie grabbed them and pulled them down and Monica lifted her feet while Kylie pulled them free.

Now Monica was completely naked, laying on the bed in front of her friend and the older boy. It seemed that now she realized what she was doing and suddenly became embarrasses. She pulled her knees up some, putting her hands between her thighs and started to roll away. Kylie grabbed her and stopped her, pulling her back. Monica looked up with some embarrassment but then lowered her knees again while Kylie pulled her knees apart and talked to George.

The two leaned over the girl as, again, Kylie pointed and talked. Then she stood up straight and started pushing on Monica's shoulder, urging her to turn sideways on the bed. Monica had given up on trying to fight her embarrassment and simply complied, laying back sideway with her legs hanging off the edge.

Now Kylie reached out and pulled Monica's hips, sliding her down so her butt was on the edge, then she lifted her legs and pushed her knees apart, putting her feet on the edge outside her butt.

Jeff was both appalled and incredibly turned on at the sight of his little girl positioned for a pelvic exam. The two kids got on their knees and peered at Monica's sex. Kylie was still talking and pointing, then she reached up and spread Monica's pussy lips with two fingers, pointing with the other hand.

Monica's head fell back and she stared at the ceiling, then closed her eyes as her friend talked. When George reached up and spread her lips with his thumbs she put her hands over her face.

Jeff could see that his little girl was very uncomfortable and embarrassed at what was going on but, at the same time, watching the boy looking up into his daughter's vagina was just too much. As George spread the preteen pussy lips further, then moved his thumbs to open the inner lips Jeff's cum ran down over his hand and dripped onto his balls. When Kylie pushed her finger into the opening of Monica's vagina she jumped and pushed back, sitting up, saying something and looking hurt.

The three talked for a couple of minutes while Monica climbed off the bed and started getting dressed. Meanwhile it was obvious that Kylie thought it was George's turn on the exam table and he reluctantly lay down in front of the girls.

Kylie went back to the game, taking her nurse's cap off and putting it on Monica's head, then picking up the discarded reflector band and fitting it to herself. Again, with the stethoscope, Kylie listened to George's chest. She pulled on his shirt tail and he sat up and took his shirt off. With that, Kylie turned to Monica with an approving smile and said something while laughing.

George had a pretty good build. At fourteen he was developing a good back-field build; broad, strong shoulders, good sized biceps and pecks. He didn't have a six pack going but the inference was there. He again lay back with his hands behind his head, obviously enjoying showing off to the two little girls.

Kylie and Monica talked and Kylie touched and prodded George, even tickled him in the arm pit some. Monica listened to his chest, then Kylie started pressing on his abdomen like she and George had done to Monica.

George lay with his hands behind his head and an amused smile on his face as the girls examined him. His cock made a large ridge moving out to the side to his hip. Then, when Kylie put her hand on the obvious ridge running under his jeans he did flinch some, but lay back. When Kylie started to undo his belt, George's smile spread into a grin.

She loosened his fly and then tried to pull his jeans down. George lifted his hips off the bed and pushed his pants down, helping her expose him. Kylie pulled them down to his knees, then turned her attention to his fully erect cock.

It was obvious to Jeff that Kylie knew a lot more about 'the birds and the bees' than most seven year olds. While Monica looked on at the angry member with wide eyes, it all seemed to be old hat to Kylie. Jeff could only wonder where the youngster had gained her familiarity with men but it seemed she was quite used to it.

She continued to talk and point at parts. Then, using two fingers, she lifted his dick and, still talking, pointed at the head, the shaft and his nuts. She pushed on the end of his cockhead, then ran her finger along the side. Monica tentatively reached out and touched his dickhead then the side.

George flinched a bit, then closed his eyes when Kylie ran her fingers behind his nuts and lifted his sack. With her thumb she moved one of his nuts around then gestured for Monica to do the same. Monica reached out and gently rubbed his balls, then pulled her hand back. When a drop of precum oozed out of his piss hole and dripped on his stomach Monica pointed and, with wide eyes, asked something.

Kylie shook her head and said something, then put her finger in the little puddle and spread it on George's stomach. Another drop ended up on the end of her finger and she held it up for Monica to inspect, then wiped it on the sheet.

George was laying back with his eyes closed, obviously fighting to control himself. He was both really turned on and really nervous. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and even Jeff could see that he was shaking some. As Kylie continued to talk and handle his junk, George bit his lips and scrunched his eyes closed. Then, while saying something with emphasis, Kylie wrapped both her hands around the fourteen year olds cock and ran them up and down the shaft.

Monica jumped back in surprise as a white stream of sperm arched up into the air and plopped down on George's stomach, leaving beads of cum in a line through his small patch of brown dick hair. The next one landed next to the first. Kylie straightened up but kept hold of his dick and started stroking faster as more cum pumped out of his cock and ran over her hands.

George seemed to come to and realize what was happening. Before he'd stopped cumming he pushed Kylie's hands away and sat up, pulling his knees up to his chest with an expression of embarrassed shock on his face.

Monica was staring, wide eyed and mouth open, while Kylie called out and laughed so loudly that Jeff heard her from across the house. She inspected her sperm covered hands and, still laughing, reached out to wipe them on George's leg. He pushed her away and said something to which Kylie replied, then wiped her hands on the sheet. There was more discussion and, obviously, Kylie was bullying George into laying back. He did and the girls stepped forward to look.

Obviously George hadn't been through when he sat up. Now the tops and insides of his thighs were wet with cum, as was his chest and stomach. The cum had soaked into the patch of curls and a pool of more goo was growing under his half hard cock. Kylie picked up some on the end of her finger and sniffed it, then held it out for Monica who crinkled up her nose at it. Kylie then wiped her finger.

George sat up and started wiping himself off. Monica asked a question with a serious expression and he answered, then smiled and laughed. He said something else and all three laughed. That's when Jeff heard a car in the driveway and glanced up to see his sister's Mazda pulling up to the house.

He went to the door and called, "Hey George, I think your mom's here!"

He watched with some amusement while the kids sped around the room, the girls setting it straight and George getting dressed. Monica looked at her cum-wetted bed and just threw the covers up. The next day Jeff put the stained sheets in the wash, amused that he'd never thought he'd be washing cum stains out of his daughter's bedding-especially when she was only seven years old.

Jeff was a little disappointed that they hadn't gotten Kylie naked (it was her turn) but he had plenty of films of her in the bathtub or changing in Monica's room. Over the next few weeks, Jeff watched Kylie closely when she was around to see if he could get any hints of where she'd learned so much. It was obvious that she was involved with somebody but Jeff could only speculate as to whom. He knew her parents were divorced and she went out of town about once a month for the weekend to see her father and he assumed that she wasn't spending the nights alone on those visits but he couldn't be sure.

Over the years, Kylie and Monica remained good friends and spent nights over at both houses. Kylie's mom never seemed to be involved with anybody (at least, no one was ever mentioned) and Kylie really did seem like any normal school girl. Jeff questioned Monica a couple of times about her stay with Kylie's family and didn't get any hint that things were at all unusual there.

A couple of times Jeff thought about coming on to the girl but he always imagined that he'd feel silly and certainly didn't want to do anything that would make Kylie feel uncomfortable. He also never saw any hints of Kylie and Monica ever doing anything out of the ordinary either. Maybe the girl had just seen a couple of fuck flix and the whole thing was an outstanding show of bravado.

Over the years, Jeff had developed a collection of eight girls (other than Monica and not including a number of pictures of friends using the bathroom). He'd managed to get scenes of four girls taking baths when they were there for sleepovers and a few of them changing in Monica's bedroom. By far the largest collection was of Kylie who spent a lot of time with Monica. He even had one set, taken when they were eight, when they got in the bathtub together. That time Jeff had even gone into the room and grinched at them for splashing too much. He wiped up the floor while they sat in the tub. Monica, of course, was used to having her daddy in the room while she bathed and Kylie, while at first she pulled her knees up to her chest, soon relaxed.

Part 2