Trick Or Treat With Uncle BobChapter 4
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Bob wasn't sure what he'd find when he followed her into the living room. Betty was sitting in a recliner when he got there, and the two girls were sitting on the couch, far enough apart that it was obvious they wanted him to sit between them.
"We're gonna watch a movie." chirped Alice. "You wanna watch with us?"
"Sure" said Bob. "What movie?"
"It's called Pretty Woman. It has Richard Gere and Julia Roberts in it. Have you ever seen it?"
"It's one of my favorites." said Bob, sitting down. He was almost immediately enveloped in soft teen female as both girls leaned against him and got his arms around them.
There was little talk during the movie. It really was a good flick and, even though they'd all seen it before, the story line, and the way the actors portrayed the parts was gripping. They paused once for a bathroom break, and to make popcorn, but otherwise it was a nice, calm, family evening.
As the credits rolled Mary rolled her head on her Uncle's shoulder. "I like that hotel guy, the concierge? Is that what you call them?"
"It's something like that, though he was more of an assistant manager. Why did you like him so much?" asked Bob.
"Because he didn't care that Julia Roberts was a prostitute. All he cared about was that she was happy. He didn't let society tell him what to think. He was just ... nice."
Bob nodded. "It would be a lot nicer world if more people were like that."
"Bedtime" announced Betty. "Girls, go on up to bed. Uncle Bob will come tuck you in."
There were moans all around as the girls complained that the next day was Saturday, and there was no school, and that they should be allowed to stay up late.
Alice suddenly stood up. "OUR PRESENTS!" she called out. "Uncle Bob never gave us our presents!"
Bob thought about the costumes in his truck. This wasn't the time. The mood wasn't right. And giving them the pumpkins would be very anticlimactic. He wanted to do it all at the same time. He stood up too.
"Tomorrow" he said. "Your mother already said it's bedtime. I promise I'll have a surprise for you in the morning, and your presents."
There were more complaints and moans and groans, these a little more authentic than the last, but the girls dragged themselves to their room. Betty stood watching, and when the girls were gone she turned to Bob.
"What did you get them?" she asked.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said.
"Try me." said Betty.
"Well ... OK. I brought them pumpkins."
"Pumpkins." said Betty.
"That's right, and other than the truckload I dropped down at the terminal this afternoon, the pumpkins I brought them are the only ones within four hundred miles."
"And you expect me to be proud of you for bringing them ... pumpkins." said Betty.
"Well, that's not all I brought. But I can't tell you the rest because part of it is yours. And I can't tell you, because then it wouldn't be a surprise."
Betty came over to him and put her arms around him loosely. "You're up to something," she said. "Are you sleeping on the couch?" Betty's house only had two bedrooms, hers and the one the girls shared. Bob usually slept on the couch when he visited.
"No, I think tonight I'll stay in the sleeper. I have all my stuff in there, and I can read for a while, maybe watch some TV or something. I'm not too tired."
"Good" said Betty, somewhat mysteriously. "Go tuck in the girls." She let him go and as he got to the hallway she said "Bob?"
He turned around.
"Don't tease them so much they won't be able to sleep."
Bob grinned and headed up the hall.
When Bob got to the girls' bedroom, he knocked and then opened the door. Alice was in bed, sitting up, leaning on several pillows that were against the headboard. She had on a T shirt and a pair of baby blue panties that the shirt in no way, shape or form came even close to covering. She was reading a magazine.
Mary was standing up, hanging something up in the closet. She had on a pair of baby doll pajamas, and she looked about twenty instead of the seventeen he knew she was. She looked over her shoulder at him, her dark hair flowing out as her head turned. Her butt in the see through panties was gorgeous. With almost heart stopping poise, she turned and walked to her bed. The bra of her baby dolls was also see through. She had dark nipples to go with her dark hair.
"It's about time." grumbled Alice, who scooted down on the bed to lie down. That made her T shirt ride up, baring her midriff. The shirt bunched under her breasts. She held her arms out to her Uncle. "Goodnight kiss!" she demanded.
Bob knew a teasing woman when he saw one. He leaned over and, as he kissed her, he slid his hand under the bunched material of her shirt and up onto her naked right breast. It was the first time he'd actually touched her naked breast. She hissed into his mouth as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth and he rubbed her bare titty. His thumb and forefinger found her nipple and pinched it, rolling it a little as it stiffened.
"Mmmmm" she moaned into his kiss. He let her breathe and she sighed. "That's so naughty Uncle Bob ... but it feels soooo good."
Bob pulled his hand out of her shirt. "Just a little something for you to go to sleep on. He looked over at Mary, who was watching intently. She sat on the bed, facing her Uncle and took off the little jacket that went with the pajamas. Now he could see both of her breasts. Her tit mounds were small, but her areolas were large, maybe the size of a half dollar. He couldn't distinguish the nipples on top of them, but he knew they were there from what his fingers had found earlier that day. And then there was the darkness in the front of her panties that was her pubic hair. She didn't say anything. She just looked at him with big liquid eyes, and then lay down on the bed, her head turned toward him.
Bob got up and walked around Alice's bed. He stood over Mary, drinking in her almost nakedness. She didn't cover herself. Finally she raised her arms. "My kiss," she said.
He kneeled on the floor beside her bed and put his hand on her flat stomach as he leaned over to kiss her soft lips. He wasn't sure about Mary. She had taken his caresses gladly that afternoon, but she was harder to read than Alice. Her hand came and settled on top of his and he assumed she meant to keep his hand where it was. That was OK. He didn't intend to ever force himself on either of the girls. He really did love them.
His kiss started gently, just a brush of his lips to hers, almost like running on the moon. His lips bounced up off of hers and then slowly settled back, touching again, only to bounce off again. Her other hand came up to the back of his head and pulled him down to her hungry lips. Now the kiss was warm and long.
He felt her hand twitch on top of his and, ever so slowly ... ever so gently ... he felt her push his hand ... down ... toward no man's land.
He lifted his lips from hers. Her big liquid eyes were open and staring into his. The pressure of her hand on his never stopped, never increased. He kissed her again and during that kiss his fingertips hit the waistband of her panties. He kept kissing her, waiting to see if she'd take his hand outside the panties ... or inside them.
She went inside.
She had committed herself now, and the time for slow was over. Bob thrust his tongue into her mouth at the same time he slid his fingers between her now spread legs. His fingers slid into a swamp of desire. She was so slippery that his middle finger found it's way between her labia immediately. He felt for and found her button and rubbed it. She tensed and her legs went wider still. Then she arched her back and groaned into his mouth. She had been so hot she was cumming already. Her body relaxed limply onto the bed and he gave her more of those short, bouncing kisses. He pulled his hand out of her panties and stood up. Mary's head lolled to the side, her eyes half open.
He turned around to find Alice, lying on her side, a pillow under her arm pit, holding her head up with her hand and the elbow attached to it, which was digging into the bed.
She had been watching.
"And you told me to get a room." said Alice, her voice strangely throaty for a mere sixteen year old. "Uncle Bob I think I want another good night kiss. Like that one."
"You sure?" he asked. He knew Alice loved all things physical, possibly even pain. But a year is a long time in the life of an adolescent girl, and he wanted Alice to love him tomorrow too.
"Mary? Do I want a kiss like that?" Alice asked her older sister.
"Oh yeah" sighed Mary. Her own hand was now inside her panties and she was idly rubbing the same place her uncle had rubbed only moments before. "Oh yeah" she repeated.
Alice looked up at her Uncle. "Uncle Bob ... if I showed you my boobies would you promise not to laugh at them?"
Bob said "Cross my heart."
Alice, with almost no embarrassment, whipped off her T shirt. Her nipples were as pale as Mary's were dark. Her areolas were almost the same color as her breast flesh. The texture was different, but you had to be within a foot to be able to see them. Her nipples were pinker, and more visible. They sat on round mounds of soft looking flesh the size of half a cantaloupe.
"They're gorgeous, baby." said Bob. He meant it.
"I've never showed them to anyone," she said seriously.
"I feel very privileged." said Bob.
"My kiss now please." ordered Alice.
Bob kneeled for this one too. Alice reached for his head with both hands and kissed him hard ... urgently. Bob slid his hand to her sex immediately. There was no teasing with Alice. But he kept his hand outside her panties at first, pressing her mons, rubbing it with the flat of four fingers, just putting pressure on her lips and the clitty that was hiding under them. Alice moaned in his mouth. He brought his lips up off of hers and kissed her chin, then down over it as she arched her neck, letting him kiss her throat and then her chest.
Now he pulled his hand up and dipped it into her panties as he kissed her breast where it left her chest, working his way up toward the summit. He timed it so that as his big middle finger found her slit, his lips found her nipple and he sucked and pressed her clit at the same time.
Alice jerked, her whole body shaking and she grabbed a pillow and covered her face with it as her hips arched up off the bed and she came. She made what would have been a lot of noise into the pillow. Then she too flopped back to the bed, limp.
Bob stood up and stepped back. He was rock hard. "Good night my beautiful sweethearts," he said.
"I love you Uncle Bob" said Alice from under the pillow.
"I love you Uncle Bob" said Mary, still masturbating on her bed.
Bob closed the door and turned to see Betty coming out of the bathroom. There was a towel wrapped around her hair and she was wearing a big terrycloth robe.
"It took that long just to tuck them in?" she said. "I took a shower while you were doing ... whatever you were doing."
"You have two very demanding daughters." said Bob.
Betty walked up to him and suddenly he felt her hand on his dick, squeezing.
"Well, you're still hard. That's a good sign." said Betty.
"Mr. Happy doesn't necessarily agree with you." said Bob.
"Mr. Happy? You've GOT to be kidding me. You named it Mr. Happy?" Betty hadn't let go of it yet.
"Actually, there was this girl. And she and I spent some time together and we were very close for a while. She named it Mr. Happy because she said it made her so happy."
"Oh." said Betty. "A girl. I didn't know there was a girl Bobby."
"I don't think it's fair to say there IS a girl. The girl was Martha Hopkins."
Betty goggled. "You diddled Martha Hopkins in High School?"
"Mr. Happy did. I just went along for the ride. I was young, dumb and full of cum. The way I remember it Martha diddled Mr. Happy."
Betty laughed a happy tinkling laugh. "Well, you and Mr. Happy have a nice night. The shower's yours." She kissed him gently on the lips and went down the hall to her bedroom. Bob went in the bathroom to take his shower.
Fifteen minutes later Bob poked his head out the door, looking up the hall.
Everything was dark. He walked out into the hall naked, toweling off his hair, his dirty clothes balled up under his arm. He hadn't brought any clean clothes in with him. It was a small town, and he should be able to make it to the truck wrapped in the towel. He had clothes there. He looked at the crack under his sister's door, but all was dark and he tiptoed by. He closed the front door gently and walked down the sidewalk toward his truck.
Climbing up into the cab barefoot was interesting. The stamped metal steps cut into his tender feet and he hopped into the driver's seat gratefully. He swung his feet around and stepped into the sleeper only to kick a pumpkin. The towel dropped to the floor, leaving him naked, with a bruised toe.
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