From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com   
      
   A Most Welcome Guest   
      
   By LadyBug (M/f, 8, M/F, pedo)   
      
   CHAPTER ONE   
      
   It was about nine o'clock in the evening when the storm started. The   
   rain was pouring down hard and beating loudly on the sides and windows   
   of the Miller home. I was seated in a comfortable lounge chair in the   
   Miller's family room, sipping on a beer and trying to maintain a cool   
   demeanor, while sneaking peeks at little eight year old Kayla Miller,   
   who was flat on her stomach, about four feet away, on the rug, watching   
   TV. The little sexy blond was kicking up her legs every now and then,   
   affording me a brief look at her very cute coral-colored panties. I had   
   come over to the Millers to repair their heating unit, and having done   
   so some three hours earlier, they had insisted I stay for dinner, as a   
   way to repay me for the work I'd done, so I accepted.   
      
   After dinner, Bob Miller turned on a basketball game, which was now   
   over, and his wife Karen served up some snacks and beer for us to enjoy   
   as we watched the game. Now, that damn storm had started, and I was not   
   at all looking forward to driving home to my condo across town in this   
   kind of weather.   
      
   The Millers must have read my mind because it was at this point that Bob   
   spoke out to me.   
      
   "Hey, Jack," he said, "that storm sounds kind of nasty. Why don't you   
   stay here for the night?"   
      
   "I don't know," I replied. "I don't want to impose, you know?"   
      
   "Nonsense," his wife cut in. "You wouldn't be imposing. We'd love to   
   have you stay."   
      
   "That's right," her husband quickly added. "You don't want to drive in   
   this weather, do you? There'll probably be twenty or more wrecks out   
   there tonight."   
      
   "Well," I drawled, sneaking another quick glance at the luscious eight   
   year old's cute tight panty covered ass as she once gain kicked her legs   
   around, "if you're both sure I wouldn't be imposing ...."   
      
   "You wouldn't at all," Karen assured me. "It's Friday anyway, and we   
   don't have to work tomorrow. Do you?"   
      
   "No, I'm off weekends," I answered.   
      
   "Then it's settled," Bob said. "We don't have a guest room though, Jack,   
   or an extra bed."   
      
   "I'm sure the sofa will be just fine," I told him.   
      
   "Oh, no," Bob laughed. "You don't know this sofa. It's got creases in   
   between the pillows that will kill your back. You can sleep with Kayla   
   if you like."   
      
   I almost shit when he said that! Was he crazy? What the hell was he   
   saying? Did I hear him right?   
      
   "Sleep with Kayla?" I inquired, trying not to sound too anxious or aroused.   
      
   "Sure," Bob smiled. "I'm sure she would love the company, especially   
   with the storm and all. Thunder sometimes scares her. I'm sure she would   
   welcome having someone in her bed to cling to if the thunder gets too   
   noisy."   
      
   "Well, okay," I mumbled. "It's fine with me, but what about Kayla?"   
      
   "Kayla, honey," her mom called out, "would you like to have Mr. Cole   
   sleep with you tonight so you won't be scared of the thunder?"   
      
   The little cutie diverted her attention from the TV and looked at me,   
   then at her mother. She smiled a big smile.   
      
   "Yes, mommy, that would be nice," Kayla said.   
      
   "Her bed isn't very big, Jack," Bob said. "You two will probably have to   
   cuddle up close. It's only a twin size. I hope that's okay."   
      
   Jesus, this guy and his wife were blowing my fucking mind! I couldn't   
   believe what I was hearing! I didn't even know these people! I had come   
   over here to fix their damn heating unit a few hours ago, and now they   
   were inviting me - shit, actually insisting, that I spend the night   
   sleeping with their hot looking blue eyed blond haired eight year old   
   daughter! Was this a 35 year old pedo's dream come true or what?!   
      
   I decided to react just as nonchalantly to the situation as them.   
      
   "Sure, that would be fine," I said in a tone that was carefully relaxed   
   and controlled. "Does Kayla like to cuddle?"   
      
   "Oh, yes," Karen said with a big smile. "She is very affectionate. I'm   
   sure you will enjoy sleeping with her."   
      
   I just nodded and smiled.   
      
   "Kayla, sweetie," Bob spoke out. "Why don't you go upstairs now and get   
   ready for bed? Mr. Cole will come up in a few minutes, okay?"   
      
   "Okay, Daddy," the little girl replied.   
      
   She then rose from her position on the rug, giving me still one more   
   quick shot of her sweet little ass, and after kissing her mom and dad   
   goodnight, she departed up the stairs to her bedroom.   
      
   "I really appreciate your hospitality," I said to Bob and Karen Miller,   
   trying to sound as sincere as possible.   
      
   "It's our pleasure, Jack," Bob responded. "No one should have to drive   
   in this kind of wild weather. Besides, it's the least we can do after   
   you did such a remarkable job on that heater of ours."   
      
   "Thanks," I said. "Well, I'm about ready to hit the hay, if it's all   
   right with you two. It's been a long day."   
      
   "Sure, no problem," Bob said. Then he turned to his gorgeous wife and   
   said, "Karen, do we have any pajamas or toiletries for Jack?"   
      
   "Um, no pajamas," she said, "but we do have an extra new toothbrush."   
      
   "Okay, get it for him, honey, will you?" Bob said.   
      
   Karen departed down the hall and was back with a toothbrush and some   
   toothpaste in a flash. She handed it to me.   
      
   "Sorry about not having any pajamas for you," she said to me.   
      
   "That's okay," I smiled. "Actually, I never wear them. In fact, I   
   usually wear nothing at all to bed."   
      
   "Oh, you're like my brother," she laughed slightly. "He sleeps naked, too."   
      
   "Will that be okay?" I inquired. "I mean, will it be all right to sleep   
   naked with Kayla?"   
      
   "Sure, why not?" Bob replied. "We don't want you to be uncomfortable,   
   Jack. If naked is how you sleep at home, then there is no need to change   
   your habits here, right, honey?"   
      
   "Of course not," Karen said. "I'm sure Kayla won't mind in the least."   
      
   "Good," I said. "Well, I guess I'll head up to bed then. Good-night, and   
   thanks for being so hospitable."   
      
   "Good-night," Karen said. "See you in the morning."   
      
   "Good-night, Jack," Bob said. "Sleep tight. Kayla's bedroom is the   
   second door on your left, by the way. The first one is the bathroom, in   
   case you want to freshen up before hitting the sack."   
      
   "Thanks," I said, and then I headed up the staircase with my new   
   toothbrush and toothpaste in hand.   
      
   I stopped off in the bathroom first, brushed my teeth and washed up real   
   good. I was having a difficult time keeping my nine inch cock from being   
   stiff as a board.   
      
   CHAPTER TWO   
      
   I entered the small bedroom. Kayla had left a lamp on atop her girlish   
   white night stand. I closed the door softly behind me after entering the   
   room. I could see her head on the one pillow that was in the small bed.   
   Her eyes were closed, but I couldn't detect if she was asleep.   
      
   "Are you asleep, Kayla?" I asked softly, as I began to shed my clothing.   
      
   "No, sir," she mewed, still not opening her eyes.   
      
      
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