Summer Holiday/Spain Day 6 Molly
I’m asleep on the beach, naked. I’m woken up by something wriggling on my chest and when I my eyes I see that it’s a naked little girl; Amy or April, I can’t be sure as she crawls down and catches hold of my cock, I don’t really care. Her bum is sticking up and I have a perfect view of her wrinkled little starfish and the podgy lips of her pussy. As she starts to lick the head of my cock, my view is obscured by her twin who sits on my chest and then shuffled forward until her pussy is pressed onto my mouth.
I’m trying hard to push my tongue into her cunny when I realise that her sister has stopped sucking and is now trying to sit on my cock. Eventually, she succeeds and she lets out a squeal as her immature little cunny stretches around my adult cock. The one on my face turns round to see what her sister’s doing and I find myself licking a little baby arse. I catch hold of the cheeks of her bum and spread them apart, opening her up and getting the tip of my tongue in there. I suck my thumb to make it wet and then push it through her sphincter, making her squeal like her sister did.
The sun was shining through the window and the dream was so vivid that I look around for the twins, wondering where they went. I caught hold of my cock and started stroking it, but then I had second thoughts; the way this holiday was going I should be able to find something much better to do with a stiff cock. It won’t go down so I piss in the shower and then turn the temperature down to cool it off.
Down by the pool, I was pleased to see Bob, Mary and the children, and they waved me over to join them at their table. “Did you have a good day yesterday,” I asked.
Bob shrugged. “It was okay,” he said. “So what did you get up to while we were away?” I figured that if he didn’t want to tell me, it was none of my business, so I told them that I’d gone into town and walked down to the little harbour to see the fishing boats. I didn’t tell them about the children. “So what have you got planned for today,” Mary asked.
It was my turn to shrug; “I’ve no idea,” I said. “I thought I’d just mooch around and see what turned up.
Bob and Mary looked at each other and then back at me. Molly and Harry were both tucking into Pain au chocolat and slurping on milkshakes but they both stopped and looked expectantly at me. “We were wondering,” Bob said; “if you’re not doing anything special…”
“We need somebody to keep an eye on the kids for a few hours,” Mary interrupted. “They seem to get on pretty well with you and I’m sure you can find something to do.”
Molly slipped off her chair, came round, climbed onto my lap and gave me a rather chocolaty kiss. “Please Uncle Frances; we’ll be ever so good and do everything you tell us.”
So that was it; an hour later I stood at the front of the hotel with eight-year-old Molly holding one hand and six-year-old Harry holding the other, while they waved goodbye to their parents. “So what you want to do,” I asked.
Molly giggled and looked round at her brother; I guessed they had something planned. “We could go up to our room and watch a video,” Molly said.
“Daddy left his laptop, so we could watch one of his special ones,” Harry said.
I followed them up to their room, which turned out to be a suite; basically a sitting room with a couch and a couple of armchairs and two bedrooms. There was a widescreen TV on a sideboard and a coffee table in the middle of the floor with a laptop on it. Molly opened the laptop started clicking on things. “Can we watch it on the big screen,” Harry asked. Molly told him he’d have to find the wire and he went round opening drawers until he found it. He couldn’t reach, so I plugged it into the back of the TV for him and Molly plugged it into a socket at the back of the laptop.
I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t a video of a much younger Molly sucking her toddler brother’s cock. I’d seen a lot of kiddie porn and most of it was poor quality; badly lit and with shaky camera work. This looked professional and, unlike many children in porn films, these two looked quite happy doing what they were doing. “I was six then, and Harry was four,” Molly said. “Do you like our film?”
“That was the first one Daddy made,” Harry said. “This one’s better, cos you can see our faces. The one they sold had the faces blurred out so no one would recognise us.”
Molly pointed at the bulge in my shorts. “I think he likes it,” she said.
Harry giggled. “Shall we show him for real,” he asked. He didn’t wait, but pulled his shorts down to reveal a stiff, not so little cock and then climbed up onto the couch and sat with it in his fist.
The video had come to an end, but I could watch videos any time. Molly looked at her brother, then up at me and grinned. She stood in front of me and asked me to help, so I caught hold of her dress and peeled it straight over her head, revealing that she had nothing on underneath it. She stood there for a few moments posing, while I looked her up and down. I’d already seen her naked when we were on the beach, but it seemed different here in the room and we all knew what was going to happen.
She got down on her knees and examined Harry’s cock; then she looked at me and smiled before sucking it into her mouth. Harry leaned back on his hands with a big shit-eating grin on his face as his big sister’s head started bobbing up and down. I watched for a while and then stood up so that I could pull my own shorts down and free my stiff cock. Molly lifted her head and looked at it. “Oo look Harry,” she said. “I think Uncle Frances is getting excited.”
Harry sat up. “Are you going to give him a BJ,” he said.
What do you do?