Chapter 1: What are they teaching girls?

Hi, my name is Mike, and I was a normal happy father of twins. Now I’m not sure what I am. My wife and I were happily married workaholics for years. We met in college while working on our mba’s. We lived separate but loving lives during the day. We were young, smart and saved every cent we could. No parties like most of the young guns in white collar positions, nor did we flash our cash with cars and high rent apartments. A small place in a residential area was all we needed.

You see studying economics we could tell that things were headed for a bust. While working in different areas we compared notes and came to the conclusion that while everything was great now, sooner or later the piper was going to come calling for payment. We also didn’t want the government to be handing out our money to needy nations like they had been, so every payday we took the money out of the bank and stuck it in a hole in the ground.

Ok, not a real one but good enough. Sure it didn’t pay dividends like stocks, or gain interest like cd’s or the like but we also didn’t have to pay taxes and no one knew what or how much we did have. I mean big brother doesn’t look for small purchases of gold coins at collector’s shows or the odd sale at a coin shop during vacations.

We got along on a budget not much bigger than when we were starving college students and liked it. You see we also wanted to start a family, to live like most people, and be domestic. Thus we had to be realistic. Then 9/11 hit. Leah was working in Manhattan on a trip when someone ducked into my office and told me the news. I freaked and tried to call but the lines were already tied up. It was almost two days of worry and tears before she was able to call and tell me she was fine.

When she got back nature decided the years of saving was good enough for now because November brought the news she was pregnant. We also found a nice four bedroom home up for sale in our area, an area we had come to love. She worked both at home and from the office as long as she could, then took her maternity leave. Before I knew it there were two beautiful girls, Anna and Katie, added to my heart. I’ll admit it was a shock and took some work on both our parts but we grew together and formed a family.

All too soon we needed a nanny for the twins as Leah wanted to get back to work more than ever now that her family had grown. A sweet lady we knew from the old place took over for us at a far from normal rate as we paid her under the table so her social security wouldn’t get hit (why is it if you make tons of money and get SS payments they don’t touch you, but if your broke and depend on it they cut it if you make 10 bucks?). Anyway we went back to work with a vengeance, and took every chance to make any extra money we could. I even started a little business on the side with internet consultations.

The girls were growing so fast that the years seemed to fly by. The war drug on so long people seemed to forget we were even in one. This didn’t bode well for the future. The love Leah and I shared grew apace with the girls, and we treasured ever moment we could together.

It was 2009 when what we feared happened. The house of cards came crashing down and people were running for cover. Oh sure people say it was 2008 but that was just a hiccup to the real disaster. The firm I worked for found itself in deep diaper filling and started bailing. I was soon a stay at home dad with a shrinking internet income, while Leah was safe in her position.

We kept Joan, our nanny, on to help me lean how to be the father I now had time to be. The girls knew things were going to be different, but were happy that daddy was home. It wasn’t till I was spending more time at home that I realized how much of our little girl’s lives I had been missing out on or simply didn’t know was going on. At first I had some shocks, such as the girls were used to running around the house in as little clothes as they could short of being naked. If I wasn’t running them around after school to dance classes, or sports, it seemed that they would come home from school, strip down, and do things around the house.

More often than not I would pick them up after school, then drop them off, do errands, and then do pick-ups. Many times I would be asked to drop off friends on the way home, and I would be assaulted by giggles, whispers, and squeals. Before long I had become immune to the sight of panty clad little butts of all ages and sizes with stay overs, sleep overs, and back yard campouts. Now I was not a guy who, being around young girls suddenly found them sexual, or one whose wife became a dead fish from all the work. My wife and I were as active as ever, things never became stressful due to money, and I was never resentful of the fact that Leah was working and I wasn’t. Things were just fine. Or so I thought.

The fall for me came when I had finished running around early and decided to actually go in and see how my girls were doing at dance class. Everything seemed normal to me until I went into watch the class work. Now understand I am in no way a prude, but what I saw freaked me out.

There before me was ten girls ranging in age from around thirteen to what looked like sixteen dancing in a style I can only can stripper chic. The only thing missing was a few poles to hang off of. While dressed in the usual young girl dance leotard they were bouncing, squatting, and doing pelvic thrusts that would do a burlesque dancer proud, all to a loud hip hop rhythm. Then I saw on the other side of the room a large screen TV was playing a music video. I realized that the girls were dancing to its music and were doing their best to imitate what the lead singer was doing. Only she was in her twenties and they were barely teens.

This went on for quite a while. Something else started as well. The girls saw me watching and it seemed to spur them on to show off their abilities. More than once during the show one girl or another would make sure I was watching, would stare directly in my eyes, and do something I considered outrageous. One girl sucked her finger, and then another would run her hands over her crotch but would make sure I saw her middle fingers outline her young sex. Soon it seemed it was a constant game for them to outdo the last girl’s antics. The teacher seemed oblivious to what was going on and just shouted instructions over the loud thumping beat.

As soon as the class ended the girls ran from the room and into the changing room. The instructor walked over and we chatted for a bit. She told me that Anna and Katie were two of the best in their age group, and she was very proud of their ability to learn and work hard. I felt like bringing up the subject of the appropriateness of what I had seen, but the teacher was so complimentary with my girls and how they were such good remodels for the younger girls, I kept my mouth shut for the time being.

“Daddy you finally came to watch us.” I heard in stereo as my raven haired beauties came running to hug me. “Did you get to see?” “ The whole routine?” One thing you get used to with twins this close is sometimes they seem to finish each other’s thoughts. “Yes I did and I have to say you did great” I had to say something and I didn’t want to hurt their feelings, you could see the pride in their eyes. “We can’t wait till we get our new outfits” “they are so cool.” I hugged them both. “Well maybe next time sweethearts, we need to get going and make dinner remember?” So we all piled into the minivan and headed home. The back seat was filled with giggles and whispers as I tried to keep my mind on the trip home and not on the young exhibitionists.

That night, after the girls were in bed, the wife and I were curled up on the couch talking about our day. It was a way to keep in touch and help each other figure out anything we couldn’t solve ourselves. At the end, I decided to bring up what had happened at the girls dance class. At first I wanted to soften the edges so I wouldn’t come across as a pedo or something but when I was done my wife just giggled. “Wow, it sounds like someone got a thrill watching young girls showing off.” I shook my head. “No it was nothing like that, it’s just I thought it was a bit much having girls that young being so, so erotic in their dancing.” Leah turned and looked at me. “Mike, haven’t you seen todays advertising? How about music videos, or maybe movies or cartoons? Sex is thrown at them all day, every day. So they are simply following fashion and while we do have to accept it to some degree, we also have to try to guide them through this maze of sexuality.”

We dropped it there and went to bed. Sleep on the other hand was left out for a bit. How was I supposed to “deal with it”? Then again why was I so upset? Yeah, so they are just little girls trying to do what they see as socially acceptable was of being attractive. I mean I could be one of those people I have seen all my life and criticized as nuts every time they get on the news. Yelling about how sinful and immoral today’s society is getting, and how it is corrupting the youth. I have to admit that when I was leaving the dance studio that was just who I was. Maybe Leah was right, maybe morality starts at home with love and understanding.

Things were normal for a few days with girl’s soccer, shopping, the usual. Then when I dropped the girls off for dance a request came. “Dad, when you come back will you come in and watch again?” Part of me thought it would be a bad idea; did I want to see the display that upset me again? The other part thought that if I was going to deal with the issue, I had to understand what it was and where to go. “Sure girls, I’d love to.” This got squeals, clapping and a kiss from each before they ran off.

I did a little running around and decided to head back. I sat in the van, getting ready for this. I cleared my mind of my previous objections and told myself over and over that I had to think objectively about what went on today. Talk about a total waste of time. When I walked in it looked like a bunch of young girls trying to learn dance. All eyes were locked onto the teacher, while she went through a dance routine that was rather tame compared to last time. Lots of spins, and twirls with kicks and splits added. I looked on and was becoming very proud of how hard my girls were working to keep up with some of the older girls.

It was at this point I began to notice something else. I began to watch how sweat was dripping off of some of the older girls, how it ran down their neck and disappearing down just forming cleavage. The sweat stains only accentuated the budding breasts, and the stains down the back seemed like an arrow pointing to pert asses. “Ok boy, time to cool it. If you keep on that thread it’s a short trip to the pokey and a long ride for bubba.”

Just as that thought cleared my mind of lewd thoughts about these young girls the teacher clapped to them and told them to start cool down stretches. When their attention was no longer fixed on her I became the focus. If my earlier thoughts were going to send me to prison then my current thoughts would send me straight to hell, no waiting.

Smiles spread around the room, and the competition began. Before I could say pedophile, I had eight or nine girls showing off for me. It brought back memories of when I was a young teen jerking off to all the aerobic exercise shows. All that was missing was the spinning turntables and white background. Two girls were doing the classic stretch of sitting down with their legs spread, and reaching out along one leg, thus showing me how tight the Lycra was pressed against their cunnies. A few others were doing the same, but standing up with their backs to me. Once again the Lycra showed off some of the most round, firm asses it had ever been my pleasure to see as they reached for their toes. Then, to my shame, it was my girls turn to be noticed.

It took me a few seconds to realize it was my girls as their backs were to me. All I saw at first was two little hotties doing such complete splits that their cunnies had to be touching the floor. They dropped forwards till they touched the floor, then with elbows resting on the floor they drew their feet together causing me to focus on the rising asses and crotches. Of all the girls in the room I realized these two girls were the only ones showing wetness in the gussets. When the ankles touched they grasped around their knees and looked at me. I was caught and knew it.

The teacher, a Miss Jenny I was told, again clapped and everyone headed off to change. The teacher came over and talked to me about the girls, and how she couldn’t wait for the competition in six months. I just nodded my head and made happy noises while my mind raced to figure out what to say to the girls if they said anything. I was really in a daze, because while my mind whirled, two dark haired blurs plowed into me. The teacher walked off smiling while the girls grabbed an arm each and led me outside. My worries faded a bit as the girls jumped into the van and chattered back and forth about everything but my staring at their bodies.

Things went just fine and due to my embarrassment I didn’t say anything to my wife, though when she got playful that night my hind brain went wild with her. In fact it was wonderful for both of us that Leah had to say something. “Oh danm, Mike, I don’t know what got into you but I sure liked it getting into me.” She rolled over and wrapped her arms around me, and I felt her firm breasts against my side. The smell of sex filled the room as I inhaled, trying to catch my breath. As I came down from my sexual high I realized that while making love to my wife the vision of wet cunnies, and round asses had fueled my passions.

Over the course of the next month I made a point to come into the girls dance class before the end and the girls loved it. Not just my girls but most of them in fact. I began to enjoy the spectacle of these young girls showing off for me, and I also had begun to see things I had over looked before. For instance I could now tell the difference in ages from the spreading of hips, the swelling of breast beneath hard nipples, and the sprouting of pubic hair. An interesting fact, soon after a girl would have the telltale puffing of pubic growth, it would disappear. Another development was that soon after my second visit I began to notice fewer and fewer pantie lines beneath many of the older girls leotards.

My wife was also reaping some benefits from dance class. Nowadays whenever she was in the mood I was able to perform like a teenager again. She never questioned me on where this came from, and I never told her. In fact I never made any comments about the girls or the dance class again. Then something happened to increase my previous misgivings. The new costumes came in for the competition. At least some might think they were costumes, one look and I thought my fantasies had intruded into my reality.

As I walked in I was floored by what I was seeing. Muscular little legs, glitter covered asses, glittering breasts, and glittering pubic mounds were flouncing everywhere. I just stood there with my eyes bugging out, having a taste of floor wax, when the teacher began calling out to them. “Alright, you’ve had more than enough time to get used to the new suits. Let’s do the routine one more time before we leave.” I then realized they were wearing flesh toned suits with glitter similar to those I had seen on Vegas showgirls. The girls lined up stuck a demure pose, and waited till the music began. A deep throbbing beat started up, and as it did the girls began to rotate one hip and shoulder, then switch to the other side and rotate that one. A high pitched voice began to sing something but I was lost in the vision before me, as I realized all the older girls had their eyes focused on me. I felt like I was being lifted away, I was only seeing these smoking eyes that never seemed to leave mine. The sensuality coming through the glass was devastating to me.

Then the fun really began. Amidst hip thrusting, breast shaking, and some of the hottest bump and grind I ever saw, I realized that I had become exactly what I had always derided, a pedophile. Somewhere, sometime in the last month I had stopped fighting my morality and embraced the primal side of the male nature.

After all it wasn’t till the 1960’s that young girls became out of bounds to men. It wasn’t till the older women began to dominate society that young girls were truly considered taboo. Since the dawn of time nature had told men that younger women and older girls were the best choices to procreate with. Older women raised children, taught, and guided. It is interesting to realize that as women gained control over sexual age and childbirth, that the instances of mental disorders and physical disorders increased. Strange, and not beneficial things, happened to the children of women who were in their late thirties and even forties. Teen pregnancy became reviled, while women having children at the age when they should be great grandmothers became glorified. The label of pedophile was created to mark men who followed nature, who found the form of a child becoming a sexual creature both beautiful and arousing, a degenerate.

I admit there are many bastards out there who look on in true perversion, that most should be taken out and hung from trees there is no doubt, but that has always been the case and polite society keep real men from doing just that. The thought of doing real, physical or mental harm, to such a beautiful thing as an emerging woman is abhorrent. These are not pedophiles, but rather child molesters, rapists, and murders. One must look at the mentality behind the actions before punishment though. How can taking something freely given be considered stealing? Was it love, and caring that was shared? Were the needs of all considered? It is all those who take, hurt, and murder that should be taken away, but the paint brush in this instance is broad and covered with the blood of innocence.