Chapter 25: Home Life

Mark Compton was a bit of a pedophile. What made it worse was that he knew it and didn’t care. In fact, he enjoyed it. At the age of 41 he’d gotten married to a divorced woman with two kids, two girls aged 9 and 10. For him, this was one sweet deal. The woman was a very busy lawyer, and didn’t have any time for raising kids as her business took off. She made the money, he got to give the kids baths.

Sure, 9 and 10 are a bit old for giving baths to, but he had his new stepdad rules. Showers were open time. You didn’t close curtains. Also, whenever they got new clothes from Mark, they had to model it for him. As they grew, he got more creative. Modelling for Mark allowed the girls to get almost anything they wanted.

Cindy Compton was 15-years-old now. Her mom had been divorced for six years now, and so Cindy was being raised mostly by her step-dad, Mark. Her sister Heather was 14. Both were home-schooled in their large, luxury home out in the country. Mark rarely let them have friends over. For them, modelling Mark’s costumes and clothes were just a fun time they’d been doing for years. Things were changing now though.

Three years ago, Cindy had started to develop breasts. It seemed she was destined to be like her mother; a very attractive woman with big breasts. Mark noticed Cindy’s developing breasts from the very beginning. He usually couldn’t stop staring, something Cindy commented on once or twice. First her nipples had gotten puffier, then her breast just grew and grew. By the time she was fourteen, she stood only 5’ 1” but had 33C breasts already. Now, at 15, they were just a compliment to her butt that was really filling in nicely; a body that every man everywhere noticed.

Cindy’s sister Heather was fourteen now, and just like Cindy, she was developing early too. She had the same puffy nipples; the same small breasts just starting to grow. Both girls had a small bush starting already. Both girls had light brown hair, long, all the way to their waist. They usually wore them in a ponytail. They both stood the same height, weighed about the same. For their ages, they were at the top end of the looks department.

Their stepdad Mark sat at the bar in the nearby town. Most of the guys had left, just him and Brad now. He leaned over, fairly drunk, “Hey, Brad. Wanna see something fun?”

Brad staggered a bit on his stool, said, “Sure, why not?” Mark put some money on the bar, stood up and Brad followed him out. They’d just been talking about girls, commenting how older girls were such a pain in the ass. Brad had slurred, “Younger girls, they’ll believe anything you tell them”, with a wink. Brad had a young cousin who’d showed him her boobs once down on the farm, so he could ‘check for ticks’. Young girls were dumb as cow turd. Mark wanted to show him something fun. Brad wondered what Mark had in mind. He had no idea it had to do with their last subject of discussion.

They went outside, stumbled to the car, and drove across the street to Walmart. Brad followed Mark inside and watched as he went to the girl’s section and picked out a few things. Bikinis, short skirts, blouses, even fancy lingerie. They made it to the checkout without knocking anything over, then checked out with some help from the young cashier. Brad had commented on her nice boobs, but she didn’t see the humor in it like they did. She also thought their purchases were weird too. They went back to the car, drove out of town and eventually to the dirt road leading to Mark’s fancy house. Parked, they went inside.

Mark said, “Don’t worry, Sylvia’s not home. She’s in New York or something for a meeting, I think.” “You’re gonna like this show.” He snickered. Brad wondered what the fuck he was talking about as they both stumbled inside.

In the foyer, Mark called out. “Cindy! Heather! Daddy’s home! I got you each something!” A thunder of footsteps from upstairs grew and two young girls ran down the stairs. These were Mark’s daughter’s, Brad guessed. Mark had talked about them a lot, but he had never met them. Mark went on.

“This is Brad, a friend of mine. Here, I got you both some new things! Go on, try them on! Show us! Go on!” The two girls said hi to Mr. Brad as they grabbed the shopping bags and went back upstairs. Mark went to the kitchen, grabbed two beers and led the way to the living room. “Grab a seat,” he said. Two Lazy Boy chairs sat with a small table between them. He sat in one, Mark sat in the other.

Mark said, opening his beer, “See, we got this rule. Well, actually (laughing), it’s my rule. Anything I buy them, they gotta try on and show me, model it. So, anyway, just watch. The older one is Cindy; she’s just 15. But, she’s up to a 33C bra already! I shit you not! (giggling drunkenly). The other is Heather. She’s just fourteen, but she’s already starting to show. Watch, you’ll see. (Urp)”

“What the fuck...” said Brad. A few minutes later the two girls came down and stood in front of the men. Cindy had on a very tight, very short, pink cocktail dress. Brad stared, his dick immediately reacting. It didn’t look like she had underwear on. Just smooth, young girl figure and some holy shit-amazing tits! Her nipples were quite obvious underneath. Those tits were just bulging out the top. She kept turned, twisting, saying, “I think it’s a little too small...” No shit, he thought.

Mark said, “Nah, it’s just right. Let’s save it in the special drawer.” They turned their attention to Heather. Heather also wore a tight, short dress. All white, very thin. She had underpants on, you could see, but her little nipples were also obvious in the tight fabric. Puffy little nipples pushing out some. Mark said, “Hey, hey! No underwear, you! Underpants off.” Brad sat there, wide-eyed as the young girl reached underneath the very short dress and pulled her underwear down. Holy fucking Christ, Mark was a God. Mark told Heather she looked beautiful too, and sent them both off to try on the next things. Once they went up the stairs, Brad turned to Mark.

“Holy Shit, dude! You got the most perfect set-up here! You dog, you! Can I take pictures?” Mark, smiling, reached down beside his chair, pulled up a bottle of baby oil. He undid his pants, eased them down to his knees, and put some oil in his hand. He handed the oil to Brad.

“Here, use this. Hurry up, they’ll be back soon. Don’t worry; we do this all the time. Go on, hurry up. It gets better.” Brad paused for a minute, but the alcohol ruled the though process and all he could think of was that pretty, sexy pink dress. He undid his pants, took them down to the floor, began to rub his cock with oil. Mark lit a pipe; passed it over, some good pot he’d bought earlier at the store. Brad took a few deep hits. This was surreal. Brad fumbled with his iPhone, got the video started and set the camera up on the table between them. Unbelievable!

The girls came running down the stairs again. Brad’s mouth dropped open; his eyes wide in anticipation of what was coming. The girls ran into the living room in bikinis. Whoa! Brad’s dick jumped in his hand. Cindy’s bikini was about two sizes too small; her boobs were busting out all over. They started to laugh when they saw Mark stroking his junk, but then paused when they saw Brad doing the same. Mark said, “It’s ok girls, he’s a friend of mine. Now, let’s see what you have here.”