That August morning, I rejoiced. When I woke up, I could hear the workers dismantling the rides, and the trucks carting the offending carnival away from the bottom of my hill.
Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed the day with the three preteen girls who hijacked me from my work to ride the Ferris wheel. And the day before when I babysat the youngest so the other two could have fun. I treasured every moment with Autumn and Julee after April introduced us. But every day when they didn't walk up the road and wave to me, all I thought about was those awful sounds of squealing metal and shrieking children.
I should have been named Ebeneezer.
With the carnival departing, I could reclaim my summer solitude, even if my normal telecommuting kept me inside my house.
That week passed quickly, as did the next. During the fortnight, my mansion seemed more cavernous than before. Three stories of rooms and no one else around left me quite aware of being alone. I had always been a bachelor and on my own since high school so I should be used to it. However, the mere sight of a little girl would have brightened my day. Even a voice asking the most innocuous question would have broken the monotony. I contemplated getting a parrot to spout phrases. Perhaps the loneliness was driving me crazy.
The only bright spot was the end of August approaching. Soon there would be kids crossing from the school to home using the road out front. I might glimpse April or another girl. It made the wait bearable.
On Wednesday afternoon, I heard a knock at the front door. I ignored it, still on an important conference call. I ignored the second and third ones also. For the fourth one, I gave in, terminating the call before answering the door. I prayed it wasn't some religious freak.
On my porch stood two mismatched people. The woman was young, like mid-twenties, slender with an average build, and sporting a short pixie haircut. Her companion towered over her, and me, and appeared at least twice her age, his graying temples being touched up to hide his vanity. They didn't fit the profile of the typical Bible stompers, so I said, "May I help you?"
"We're the Fowlers, Dave," said the man. "Gus and Ginger. We've heard so much about you, and we're glad to put a face to the name."
I stood there totally perplexed. I had never heard of the Fowlers and had no idea how they could have gleamed even a smidgen of information about me. I kept to myself most of the time. The only person who knew much about my predilections was April and her last name was MacDonald. There was her friend Mae but though I couldn't remember her surname, I knew it wasn't Fowler.
"My daughters had such a good time at the carnival," said Ginger.
The light bulb over my head popped on. "Oh, you must be Autumn and Julee's parents. Sorry, but I didn't know their last name. Please come in."
"Wow," said Ginger as she stepped across the threshold, just like her younger daughter had. "It's magnificent in this room. Autumn was so astonished, and it takes a lot to do that. You know, she goes on and on about April's uncle. You made some impression on her."
Yeah, I thought. I impressed her virgin pussy with my tongue. Probably not what her parents wanted to hear. Instead, I said, "Please have a seat." I gestured to my old couch, the most comfortable piece of furniture in the Great Room.
After they took their seats, I asked, "What brings you here today?"
"After all the time you've spent with the girls," said Gus, "we thought it might be nice to meet you. As my wife intimated, Autumn has a huge crush on you. And you are the first adult Julee has respect for. You have a huge influence on them."
A little mind control goes a long way. "Just being neighborly."
"With all the stories out there about unsavory characters," said Ginger. "I'm glad to see you are just the way the girls described you."
"Thanks. I'll never do anything bad to your girls." Of course, bad is in the eye of the beholder.
Ginger scooted around on the couch. "We only moved here last fall and the girls suffered through the school year with only a few friends. Julee has your niece as her BFF. April is such a wonderful find."
Yeah, I'd agree that the eleven-year-old who pimps her friends to me was wonderful.
"Anyway, when April invited Julee to a Labor Day concert at the shore, Gus and I had to meet the brave man chaperoning."
Another light bulb lit up, this one bright red and flashing "Warning!" It didn't take Einstein to figure out who the chaperone was. Especially when he is set up again by his fake niece.
"I was asked at the last minute." I tried to hide my shock by mentally examining my social calendar and canceling my plans. My loss was tempered by the thought of spending time alone with my favorite preteen girls.
Gus spoke up. "We were hesitant about the whole trip. April is such a loose cannon sometimes."
I nodded my agreement. "I never expected a niece quite like her."
We sat for a few moments in silence. I sensed them weighing their decision to trust their precious daughters to my care. A foolish decision if they did, but I couldn't bring myself to tell the truth.
"Is that the famous clock?" asked Ginger. She pointed to my old grandfather clock. "Autumn says it does magic."
"Magic? What did she tell you?" I started to panic.
"She said it chimes out loud to tell the time of day. You don't even have to look at it. However, she did say if you watch it long enough, you feel really good. I didn't understand that."
"So it really isn't magic, just good clock-making."
Ginger shook her head. "To a little girl, things out of the ordinary can seem magical. I remember going to my aunt's house and all the wondrous things there. It gave me the best daydreams."
I opened the bottom panel of the clock. "Perhaps you want to observe my pendulum swinging back and forth. Maybe you can tell what Autumn was talking about." I circled around the couch and stood behind them. "Are you watching it? It makes you calmer. More relaxed. Just watching it go back and forth. Forth and back. Counting the seconds of time. So relaxing. Making your eyes heavy…"
After a minute or two of my calm voice they leaned together, totally in a hypnotic state of relaxation. I hadn't even given them the special powder to make them more receptive. This went better than expected.
"Listen to my words," I said in my commanding voice.
"I will," they said in unison.
"You will trust me as you do each other, especially with your daughters. I will do them no harm. You have full trust in me, a trust nothing can shake. Everything I do to your daughters meets with your approval."
After a moment of thought, I struck on an idea. "You will satisfy your daughters when they are curious, especially about sex. Nudity will be accepted and even encouraged in your house much like it is in this mansion. Exhibiting your love for your daughters will be your chief goal in life."
"Our goal."
"Gus, go to sleep until I call upon you by name." I watched the big lug nod off, leaning to the side as he almost fell off the couch. I then focused on his wife. "Ginger, you will remove your clothes and model your body. You will not let modesty affect you in my presence."
She did so, revealing a very firm, young body. Autumn and Julee would be fighting off the boys for years to come.
"Put your clothes back on and join your husband in slumber." As she redressed, I thought what an unexpected turn of events. I dreamed about the endless possibilities ahead.
Time flew as it usually does. At the same time my imagination went rampant. I could barely keep my mind on work during business hours. Just the thought of being alone with the Fowler girls made me hard.
I made the reservations for the trip to suit my tastes. For instance, I booked seats on the train. I never fly unless I have to. Business trips to places like London being an exception. Besides the clickity-clack of the wheels on the rail and the rhythmic sway of the car can be so stimulating. For our dwelling, I pulled a few strings to provide a surprise for the girls. It's great to be connected.
As far as concerts go, I prefer attending in a tuxedo. Beethoven sounds so much better in formalwear. This venue was located out on the sand. Though seeing the girls in long dresses would be interesting, seeing them in skimpy shorts and tight tops was even better. Not to mention a delight to my wandering eye among the other attendees. This was a smorgasbord of nubile bodies for my viewing pleasure.
When I arrived at the train station of Friday morning, I spied April standing there, holding only a small backpack. As I approached, she screamed, "Hey Uncle Dave," loud enough to wake the dead. I glanced around to see who took notice. Apparently, everyone was too busy with their own lives to care.
"Hello, April. You look nice today. Traveling light, I see."
"Just a couple changes of clothes and a toothbrush."
She remained the eleven-year-old I had met not that long ago. Puberty might be finally raising its ugly head, but she had only limited outward signs.
"April," shouted another voice. I saw Julee racing toward us, her mother in tow trying to keep up. The girls hugged and admired the others outfit. Both wore white short shorts and a long tee with words in a strange script.
"Where's Autumn?" I asked, not seeing my favorite companion.
"She's not feeling well," said her mother. "I think it's more of an excuse. She's not a big Troy and Cressie fan anyway."
"Who's that?"
"The people who will be headlining the concert. Who did you think we'd go see, Uncle Dave?" April gave me the smelliest stink face ever.
Ginger just laughed at me. "Does this mean you're not in the preteen girl target audience? Now you know why Gus and I decided on a second honeymoon instead."
"So that's where Autumn's going."
The woman leaned in close and whispered, "She said she needed to help us so she's not the baby anymore." Louder she said, "Got to jet. Gus has the other car ready to go. Goodbye Jules. Have fun and don't do anything we wouldn't do." She winked at me after she said it.
We watched Mrs. Fowler disappear just as the train arrived in the station. "I guess we should get on board."
April looked around frantically. "Where's Lilah?"
"There she is," said Julee.
I turned to see a girl dressed in a turquoise jersey and blue denim jean skirt running toward us. "Sorry I'm late!" she said. "You must be Uncle Dave."
I shook the girl's extended hand. "Glad to meet you, Lilah."
"She's taking my sister's place," said Julee. "I hope you don't mind."
This thin girl, standing a head taller than the others, possessed the longest raven black hair I had ever seen. The straight strands reached to the middle of her back. She was absolutely beautiful. "I don't mind in the least." Then I shook the lust out of my mind, for the moment at least. "We'd better board to get good seats."
In the car we found four seats facing each other. The new girl took the window opposite me while April sat next to her uncle on the aisle. That left Julee diagonally across. I knew from the carnival that she loved riding backwards.
The train's doors closed, and we lurched forward; our trip to the shore had begun. Not as I imagined, but quite acceptable.
A half hour into the journey and I had heard a season's worth of details about Troy and Cressie. From what I could glean, it was a retelling of Shakespeare's play Troilus and Cressida, only instead of the Trojan War, it was much more serious: a conflict between two rival high schools. Heartthrob Troy had wooed and lost Cressie, mostly due to her transfer to the other school. Episode after episode he tried to win her back, only to be defeated by one of the jocks from Omega High, or one of the school board gods. In the end, Troy would lament his fate in song, joined by the outcast Cressie in a split screen duet.
The concept made my skin crawl. Worse than any romantic comedy my sporadic first (and only) dates would subject me to. But the girls dissected every scene from memory, looking for clues to the ultimate happy reunion.
After my brain exploded from their devotion to the show, I tore myself from the conversation. Instead, I watched the girl across from me squirm in her seat. Lilah shifted almost constantly, allowing me a peek at her white panties under the skirt. My party-pooping mind also brought up one more issue. Unlike the other two, and the missing Autumn, the girl was not under my mind control. And I had nothing with me to rectify the situation.
When we stopped at a station, Lilah and Julee got into a heated conversation. April leaned over and whispered, "She's pretty, isn't she?" The girl was always looking out for me.
"Yeah, but she's not…you know…under like you two."
"You'll figure it out," she said with a giggle. Oh, that little devil, my personal pimp.
After the two hour journey, we arrived at the terminal at the shore. I hailed a cab, and we headed for our hotel. I should have reserved a limo, but most were already taken. I put it on my agenda to book one for our return.
As we pulled up to the building, April said, "We're a day too early. The concert is tomorrow."
"This is where we're staying."
"Really?" That brought three ear-shattering screams. They would be in fine form for the concert.
I checked us in while they salivated over the T & C promo posters. "Come on," I said. Then I added the phrase, "Firedogs, heel." That brought a strange expression from Lilah, but the other two responded as expected: under my control, but acting normally.
We passed two banks of elevators before encountering a single shaft marked Private. I inserted our key card, and the door opened automatically.
In the car control panel, I inserted the card again and hit the upper of the two buttons. "Where are we going?" asked Julee.
"To our suite," I said.
The elevator opened into a small hallway. At the opposite end, a table with a vase of flowers shielded a small window. On either side, a single door broke up the otherwise featureless walls. Choosing the left side, I inserted the card for a third time and the door swung open.
As we stepped inside, three sets of eyes grew wider and wider. "This is bigger than my whole house," said April.
"Welcome to the Captain's Suite," I said. "This is where we will be staying." I had three girls hanging off me before I could take my next breath.
"How did you ever get this room?" asked Julee.
I chuckled. "My company did the security for the hotel. When the hotel has high-level VIPs staying in the Commodore Suite across the hall, they keep this one unoccupied. I convinced them my sweet little nieces and me would not bother the other party. Do you agree?"
"Oh yes," they said in unison.
"No matter who they are?"
"We're good girls," said April.
That was debatable. "Well, what do you want to do? It's a little early for lunch."
"Beach!" they screamed together.
"Did you want some of my special sunscreen?"
"Yes," said April and Julee, shucking off their tees and the bikini tops underneath.
"What are you doing?" asked the third girl.
"We don't want a sunburn," said April. "Do you?"
"Well, no." She pulled the jersey off, exposing a pale blue tube top covering her upper chest.
"You better take that off too," said Julee. "Don't worry about Uncle Dave seeing you. He's seen us before lots of times."
Hesitating, the girl pulled the tube up, freeing up a set of perky titties. Her nipples sat on tan areoles, they on top of small mounts. Perfect enough to take my breath away.
"Don't be modest," said April with her pink puffies on display. "Yours are the most beautiful ones here. And the most delicious ones, I bet." She moved closer to the new girl "May I taste them?"
"I…I guess."
Without another word, April began licking on one. Moments later, Julee started sucking on the other. After a minute, the girl collapsed back into a chair.
"Now you know why we invited her," whispered April. "Go get your thing." I looked at her quizzically. "You know, your dangly thing." She rolled her eyes. "For putting her under."
"Oh yeah. I forgot. Keep Lilah entertained until I get back. It should only be a few minutes."
I headed for the door, taking one last peek over my shoulder. I had left Lilah in good hands while I ran my errand. Relying on the girls as babysitters was a twist I hadn't expected.
With all the tourists that visit the shore, I assumed finding a magic shop would be a breeze. That shows what little I know.
I started with the concierge in our hotel. The places adjacent had a magic shop two years before, but it went out of business. She sent me to the hotel a block south, an easy jog on the boardwalk. After an exhausting run (I am so out of shape), I checked inside. I did find the store front along with a sign directing customers to their new location, on the beach, but at the north end of the city. Instead of my own foot power, I engaged a bike taxi for the mile-plus journey.
Observing the 2 mile per hour speed limit, the driver let me out a half hour later. Inside the building, I searched both floors of their micro-mall. Apparently, the magic shop relocated too recently for the map displays to reflect it. I scoured every passageway and feared it had disappeared. (That would be a neat trick.) Finally, in the last place I'd look, it popped up out of nowhere.
Perusing the shelves, I found nothing I had seen used before for hypnotizing anyone. In desperation, I settled for a pocket watch with a crystal ball on the end of the fob. Needless to say, I wasn't feeling all warm and fuzzy. My plans for a debauchery weekend were flying away.
When I exited the mall, I could not locate a bike taxi, or any other vehicle, to take me home. I began the tiring walk, setting my goal to not deviate until I reached the suite. Even a gaggle of giggling schoolgirls in their skimpy bikinis didn't deter me. Who knows what trouble my girls could have gotten into in all that time?
Once back in the room, I saw the discarded garments strewn around the sitting area. I checked the first bedroom and then the second. There on the bed, were the three naked bodies, curled up together with their legs entwined, fast asleep. I so wished for a camera to capture their beauty for posterity.
Instead, I smiled and softly closed the door. Obviously, they had kept Lilah well entertained.
I finished two chapters of the mystery I brought when a still unclothed April stumbled out of the bedroom to join me. "Oh, you're back," she said, trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes.
"Sorry I took so long."
"Don't be. We got to become real good friends with Lilah." She smiled as she plopped down next to me. "We started rubbing the sunscreen on each other and that got us all tingly. Then someone kissed another and after that spread, we started petting and then licking. When we started eating pussy we broke out in orgasms. A lot of them. Lilah has such a fantastic tongue. The girl yawned while nuzzling up to me. "We missed you, Uncle Dave." With that she nodded off again.
It was another half hour before the other pair stirred. Hand in hand, they joined us in the sitting area. "Where did you disappear to?" asked Julee.
"I had to run an errand that turned out to take forever. Shall we wake April and get a late lunch?"
With mischievous grins, the two began tickling the sleeping girl next to me. Their delightful touches sent April squirming before retaliating. Being treated as the battlefield for their attacks, I enjoyed the sensation. I only regretted being the only one clothed.
Once awake, it took only a couple of minutes for the girls to dress. Lilah surprised me by being so comfortable in her undressed state around me. "I'm sorry I hesitated around you before. The girls convinced me that you're all right. Besides, my family taught me as a little girl to be one with nature," she said. "Nakedness is the natural state for people, just like animals."
With our hunger driving us, we headed down for a mid-afternoon lunch. Any use of my new bauble would have to wait.
As the three giggly girls got off the elevator, a young man with a boyish face, wearing a baseball cap low over his eyes, got in. "Is this the elevator for the Commodore's Suite?"
"Yes," I said, noticing the abrupt silence.
"Thank you," he said as he pushed the button. As the doors closed, he added, "See you girls around."
"Oh my goodness," said Lilah. "Was that…"
"I think so," said Julee.
"Who?" I asked.
"Troy," said all three in a breathless sigh.
At least I knew who our new neighbor was. My first inclination: I'm not sharing.
After stopping in the first pizza place we found, we headed out onto the beach. The girls picked out a spot to lay out the towels and catch some rays. Every so often, they'd run into the waves and scream when their feet got wet. Through it all, their bikinis stayed dry as a bone.
I sat there, watching the girls while fingering my new purchase. As much as I liked Lilah this way, I knew I needed her under my control.
Returning to our room, the girls watched for our neighbor and grumbled as we got closer to our door about not bumping into him again. I relished the lack of celebrity interference. The calmer the subject, the easier the process.
After putting the Do Not Disturb sign on the outer doorknob and locking all of the locks, I directed the trio into my bedroom. I required a nice, orderly, somewhat dark enclosure. Inside, I had Julee and April sit on either side of our new initiate.
With the room lights off, I switched on my handy mini-flashlight and pointed it at the wall. "Lilah, concentrate on the light where it hits the wall." Silently, she nodded.
I pulled out my recent purchase which made April break out in infectious giggles. The other two quickly joined in. "Using a pocket watch is so cliché," my young friend said.
"Firedogs, hush!" All three girls went silent, though Lilah reacted more from the tone of my voice. "Return to concentrating on the light," I said more sedately.
"I'm sorry," she said as she nodded again.
I suspended the crystal ball on the fob directly between her eyes and the light. "Ignore the crystal," I said. "Watch only the light." I swung the makeshift pendulum to partially block the dot from one eye or the other. "Relax. Become one with the light. Concentrate on watching the light…"
I continued that way until her eyelids began drooping. I then moved to the next phase. "Lilah, you are now under my control. You have become one of my firedogs. When you hear the word "firedog," you will fall under my power, ready to obey any command. When you hear the word "catbird," you will repress any memories involving me or what we did. Do you understand?"
"I do," said my latest conquest. I followed that with my normal admonishments about nudity and the like. Without hesitation, Lilah agreed, though I think she would have without my direction.
I then lifted the ban on the others, and the three greeted each other as newly created sisters in the most affectionate way. When they appeared satisfied, I asked, "Who's ready for the beach again?" They raced to the door, waiting there for permission to leave. I guessed at their answer.
Downstairs, we found an unoccupied patch of sand to set out our towels. While the girls frolicked in the waves, I enjoyed the view, not only of my party, but also those adorable preteens getting ready for class time in the coming days. I spied more than a dozen I would have gladly added to my pack.
After an hour or so, we adjourned to the hotel. I expected all the exercise under the sun would have worn them out. However, they jumped into another gear and continued exhibiting their high energy. On the other hand, I was exhausted. While they cavorted about the suite, I flipped on the television.
Just seven notes from the theme song of Troy and Cressie landed them next to me on the couch. The channel featured a marathon of episodes which indoctrinated me to the show. Except when room service brought their very expensive mac and cheese dinners along with my delicious steak, we sat together, one girl on either side of me with the third in my lap.
I decided the major appeal of the show was the two title characters. The girls drooled over the male lead, while I mentally undressed his on-screen infatuation. Not satisfied with fantasy, I felt up the girl on my lap. They rotated every commercial break, sometimes removing a piece of their already limited wardrobe before taking the place of honor.
After eight episodes, at least I think, I had lost track, I excused myself and headed for bed. I had had enough of life at Omega High for one night. A few moments later, I heard a knock at the door. Answering it, I saw Julee standing there, her hands demurely clasped behind her back, naked as a jay bird. "May I spend the night with you, Master?"
I had never had any of the girls refer to me as that before. "Why, of course. Come in."
She flew across the floor and hopped onto the bed. "Thank you. We played Rock-Paper-Scissors, and I won."
I took three steps toward her. "You know what this means, don't you?"
"Most definitely."
"Then undress me."
She hopped off the bed and removed my clothes. She studied my semi-erect cock for a moment. "May I, Master?"
"Yes."
Without another word, she knelt before me and kissed it to life. Once engorged, she licked and sucked it, much more expert than I'd expect a twelve-year-old. I suspected some lessons at home.
"Get on the bed," I said, not wanting to waste anything prematurely.
"Would you do me the honor of lying down, Master?"
I complied with the unexpected request. Julee then crawled onto and position me at her entrance. "May I, Master?"
"At your pace."
After a very deep breath, she pushed down. I saw her grimace, and then her shock wore off. She took more of me inside until no more remained. After a couple of moments to adjust to the feel, she began to move, her muscles moving in unpracticed ways.
I kept eye contact, mentally urging her ahead. Soon I could hold back no more, and I exploded within her. She quivered as I deposited within her body.
Julee leaned forward onto my bare chest. "I love you, Master. Thank you for making me a woman."
"Did you enjoy it?" I whispered.
"Oh, yes. I wish we could do it again."
I kissed my little angel. "Give me a chance to recover, and we will. This time I'll do the work."
"Thank you," she mouthed.
I kept my promise to her, twice more before we fell asleep in each other's arms.
