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   The Sleep Over   
      
   My neighbors were going on a trip to Hawaii for their wedding   
   anniversary, and needed someone who could stay at their home and take   
   care of their two daughters. They had lived next door to us for 14   
   years, and I used to mow their lawn in the summertime. Their two girls,   
   Holly and Michelle, were identical twins both 11 years old.   
      
   That Sunday morning I arrived at the Carlsons house with a bag and my   
   books. Mrs. Carlson answered the door and invited me inside. After a   
   brief 5-minute chat about school and my future, she led me down the   
   hall into the den/recroom. There was a fold out sofa-bed and a phone,   
   and she told me that I would be happy to know that the girls bedrooms   
   were upstairs so I could have some quiet to study.   
      
   She started to go over my duties as a live-in babysitter. Holly had   
   ballet every day after school except Fridays, and Michelle had swimming   
   on Tuesdays and Thursdays. They were to be in bed no later than 8:30   
   weeknights and 10 p.m. weekends. They were not to have any sleepovers   
   while I was there.   
      
   She told me that she had dropped the twins off at the mall and told   
   them to meet me in front at 3:00 p.m. It was about 2:15 p.m. then, and   
   I planned to leave soon to get them. They left for their plane and I   
   took off shortly afterwards to collect the girls and bring them back   
   home. I got there a few minutes early and parked by the curb and   
   waited. About three minutes after 3 they emerged together with another   
   girl their age. I started my car and tooted my horn, and they shrieked   
   and laughed and ran to the car. As they climbed in the backseat, they   
   introduced their friend Shelley who also needed a lift home. I hadn't   
   seen Michelle and Holly for over a year, and they were growing up! Both   
   had long wavy blond hair and blue eyes, and would turn 12 in August.   
   Shelley was a very pretty Japanese American girl with long black hair.   
   They told me Shelley was already 12 years old, and was the best swimmer   
   Northshore Junior High had on the girls team. As I drove I looked over   
   at her sitting beside me. Skinny for her age, I thought, and 12? She   
   looked about ten compared to Holly and Michelle who were already   
   showing some breasts and hips. But I guessed that Asian girls didn't   
   develop at the same rates, or perhaps she was just petite. She was   
   almost a head shorter than Holly and Michelle as well. As I drove they   
   threw a small Koala bear back and forth at each other.   
      
   After I dropped Shelley off, Holly came and sat next to me and asked me   
   if I thought Shelley was cute. Sure, I said, for a little kid. Holly   
   laughed and told me that Shelley was older than her age, and that she   
   thought I was pretty cute too.   
      
   Tuesday afternoon I picked Michelle up from swimming. I went inside and   
   sat on the bleachers next to the pool with some other parents. They   
   were swimming laps and it took me a few minutes to find Michelle. When   
   I did, she saw me and waved. A few minutes later the girls got out of   
   the pool and ran to the locker room. I noticed Shelley getting out of   
   the pool and couldn't help but notice her body in relation to   
   Michelles. There was something about the shape of Shelley's body, and   
   the tone of her young muscles that greatly aroused me. Shelley was   
   short for a 12 year old, about 4'9", while Michelle and Holly were   
   about 5'.   
      
   The rest of the week I struggled with my thoughts of Shelley at the   
   pool. Then on Thursday Holly and Michelle announced that they would   
   have a sleepover on Friday night with Shelley. I reminded them that   
   they were not supposed to have a sleepover when their parents were   
   gone, but they pleaded with me so I gave in. At least Shelley would be   
   there. I could get a chance to talk to her.   
      
   Friday after school I picked up Michelle, Holly and Shelley and stopped   
   to get a video. Once we were back home, I ordered pizza and the girls   
   went into the livingroom to watch the movie. The pizza arrived and I   
   called my girlfriend over to meet me and have some pizza. The girls   
   continued to watch their movie and I waited for Amy to come over. She   
   arrived and we went into the den and closed the door. After a while,   
   with the girls giggling and laughing in the next room, Amy decided she   
   didn't feel "in the mood" to mash on the couch so she left. I sat on   
   the couch and watched some random show and thought of Shelley and what   
   she would wear to bed.   
      
   Just as my imagination started to get the best of me, a knock came on   
   the door and it was Michelle asking if it was alright if they stayed up   
   past 11 p.m. I said sure and she left. She wore a long t- shirt that   
   had mickey mouses all over it that hung below her knees.   
      
   I picked up the two wine coolers that Amy had brought and went into the   
   kitchen and put them into the refridgerator and went back into the den.   
   I caught a quick glimpse of Shelley, her long black hair pulled back   
   into a pony-tail with a rubber band. About an hour later I heard some   
   loud laughing and screaming and decided that it was time they go to   
   sleep. I went out into the livingroom and immediately saw an empty wine   
   cool laying on its side on the floor. Holly's cheeks were flushed red   
   and Michelle was laughing uncontrollably. Holly gleefully told me she   
   and Monica had drunk the empty wine cooler and she was having a second   
   one. I quickly grabbed the bottle out of her hand and walked into the   
   kitchen and emptied it. I walked back into the livingroom and noticed   
   Shelley was not smiling, and was just watching Holly and MIchelle horse   
   around. I told them they should go to sleep and went into the den to   
   sleep myself.   
      
   It was a little after midnight and I was in bed reading when I heard a   
   soft knock on the door. It was Shelley and she apologized for Holly and   
   Michelle and told me that she had not drank any. She said that they   
   were both passed out in their sleeping bags and that she couldn't   
   sleep. She asked me not to tell her parents. I told her I wouldn't and   
   that she should go to sleep now. She said ok, and a tear rolled down   
   her cheek and she started to cry. I got out of bed and went to her and   
   gave her a hug and told her it was ok. But she kept crying and I   
   thought perhaps there was something else going on. I didn't know what   
   to do but I didn't mind having my arms around her. Then I suddenly   
   noticed something. My penis had somehow found its way out of the little   
   flap in the front of my boxers and was hanging out very near to her   
   hand. I reached down to correct the situation but wasn't quick enough   
   and her hand brushed against it and I jolted away from her and tucked   
   it inside. She had seen the whole thing, and realized what had   
   happened. I apologized and was very nervous and suggested that she go   
   back into the livingroom and go to sleep. She kind of smiled at me and   
   said ok and turned to leave. As the door shut behind her my heart raced   
   and my cock grew quickly. I wondered what to do next. I thought of   
   taking my underwear off and running out there to her, but quickly   
      
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