Cathy, Ashley, and Tina Skinny-Dipping

Little Cathy, Part 4:
Cathy, Ashley, and Tina Skinny-Dipping

Summer vacation is a happy time for any child, and even more so for Cathy, who was starting her first “real” summer vacation with her new “uncle.”

In the weeks since Cathy had first stayed with me, she'd basically become my child. She stayed with me after school and on weekends, only occasionally stopping by her mother's house next door for a quick visit. It was a good arrangement – all gain for Cathy, for me, and even for her welfare-queen mother Rosa, who was still able to scam the state out of the extra money and food stamps for Cathy, without actually having to feed, clothe, or care for her.

But a barely 7-year-old girl living with an unrelated, middle-aged man can raise eyebrows, so I told Cathy and Rosa to start referring to me as “Uncle John,” especially in public.

Cathy was was okay with that. So was Rosa. Rosa was okay with anything that made it easier for her to stay drunk and stoned, so she agreed to the story that I'd been a dear friend of Rosa's late father Hector, that I'd always been like an uncle toward her, and that I was now helping her to raise Cathy.

And in truth, I was. I'd purchased an entire new wardrobe for Cathy. Nothing fancy; just clean, new clothes that fit her well. I also helped her bathe every night to make sure that she was squeaky-clean – everywhere – and then I combed or braided her hair while she sat naked on my lap drying off.

I'd also enrolled Cathy in a “drop-in” day camp a few blocks away, which basically meant she was free to attend or not attend on any given day, depending on what other plans we had. I paid a small weekly fee plus a fee for every day she actually attended. The plan was that she would usually go to day camp from 8:30 a.m. until 3:00 p.m., so she could play with other kids while I was working on my writing assignments.

But on the first Wednesday of summer vacation, I decided to take her with me while I did a computer repair job in the field.

You see, back when I'd gotten downsized from my last engineering job, but before I'd settled on technical writing, I took out an ad in the Pennysaver advertising on-site computer repairs. Being an MSEE, it was pretty boring work for me, with a lot of driving, for not a whole lot of money; but it paid the bills until something better came along and kept me from having to dip into my savings.

When I settled on tech writing, I took down the ads and told most of my clients I was no longer in that business. But I kept a few, usually those who paid very well and very promptly, in cash if at all possible.

And then there was Pete.

Pete did none of the above. He was a small-time general contractor who mainly did residential renovation work. He was forever late on his payments, never paid in cash, and occasionally bounced checks, usually when his own customers stiffed him. But he was such a genuinely nice, decent, hard-working guy that it was hard to get mad at him.

More importantly, he also had a stunningly beautiful little daughter named Ashley.

Ashley was about three years old when I first started doing work for Pete, usually in his home office. Maybe because she was so young when we met, Ashley never seemed to mind being nude around me. Even as she grew to the age when most kids start being a little body shy, Ashley still paraded around nude with me in the house, and neither Pete nor his wife Peggy ever seemed to notice it, much less say anything about it.

Ashley had spontaneously started calling me “Uncle John” when she was about four, and I gladly assumed the role of an adopted uncle toward her. I'd taken her to fairs and to the beach, taken her flying in my little airplane, and even kept her overnight at my home a few times when my sister and nieces were in town.

She was a beautiful child. She was slim and athletic, fair-skinned and freckle-faced, with straight, blonde hair reaching halfway down her back, and one of the cutest little cunnies I'd ever seen. It wasn't quite as cute as Cathy's cunny, but it was close. How many times I'd longed to caress that little pussy, but I never did.

Ashley was also an unusually cheerful and funny child. Being a mid-life surprise in the lives of two Catholic parents who eschewed birth control and started having kids when they were young newlyweds, Ashley's two older brothers and her older sister were teen-agers when she was born; so there was always some bigger person around to cuddle or comfort her.

I usually timed my visits to Pete's place so I would be there either in the morning when Ashley was getting ready for school, in the afternoon when she was coming home, or in the evening when she would be taking her bath and getting ready for bed. I'd also make sure to “check out the computer” in her room every time I went to the house, always choosing those times when I knew she would be in there changing her clothes.

In retrospect, I find it hard to believe that Pete and Peggy never picked up on the fact that I was perving on Ashley. They were unusually devoted parents. But there had been more than a few times when Ashley climbed up on my lap totally nude while I worked on a computer, and it didn't seem to faze Pete or Peggy at all.

When Cathy and I showed up at Pete's early that Wednesday morning, Ashley was sitting at the kitchen table wearing one of Pete's old tee-shirts (which is how she usually slept), Pete was working on a job somewhere, and Peggy was getting ready to go out.

“UNCLE JOHN!” Ashley yelled as she ran to me and gave me a hug.

“Hi Ashley,” I replied as I returned the hugs and kisses, casually running my hand down over her butt and feeling no panties under the tee-shirt. I glanced over at Cathy, whose eyes betrayed a hint of jealousy.

“Hi John,” Peggy said as she walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“How you been, Peggy?” I replied, returning the kiss.

“I dunno,” she replied. “After I see the doctor I'll let you know. Do you mind if I leave the girls with you while you work? My appointment's in 20 minutes. Could take a while. Who's this pretty girl?” she added, smiling at Cathy.

“This is Cathy, my great-niece,” I replied. “She lives next door to me now and kind of comes and goes as she pleases.” I shot Peggy a look that asked, What's wrong? Peggy shot me one back that said, I'll tell you later.

“Pleased to meet you,” Cathy said politely as she shook Peggy's hand.

“Pleased to meet you, as well,” Peggy said. “Would you like to go in the pool with Ashley, and with Tina when she wakes up?” Tina was Ashley's cousin, Peggy's brother's daughter. She was a year younger than Ashley, and I'd also had the pleasure of perving on her naked body many times over the years. The younger ones usually follow the olders ones' lead, so Tina seemed to think it was okay for me to see her butt-naked.

“I would love to!” Cathy said, clapping her hands. “But... oh, I didn't bring my swimsuit.”

“Who needs swimsuits?” Asked 9-year-old Ashley, as she lifted the nightdress over her head. She was completely naked underneath. “We'll just go skinny-dipping.” My cock started to swell in my pants as I looked at Ashley, quickly scanning her chest and her hairless cunny for any signs of puberty, and finding none. Cathy clapped her hands and and began undressing.

“Hold on, Cathy,” Peggy said, “You have to ask Uncle John if that's okay with him.”

“It's fine with me if Cathy skinnydips with Ashley and Tina,” I said. “But I'd like to put some sunscreen on her first. I don't want her to get burned.”

“I have some right here,” Peggy said as she opened a cabinet, and then tossed me a tube of sunscreen as she walked toward the door, car keys in hand. “Do me a favor and put some on Ashley, too. I have to leave.”

“Okay, Peggy,” I said, thanking God and all the saints for my good fortune.

“Tina's still asleep upstairs,” Peggy continued as as she walked out the door. “I should be back in two or three hours. Is that okay?” I assured Peggy that that was fine, but she'd already left.

It actually was going to be a pretty long service call on my part, too. Pete's business computer had crashed, and if I couldn't recover the system, I was going to have to reinstall the operating system on a new hard drive, reinstall all the applications, and then re-import the data from the old hard drive. I figured about half a day, maybe more.

But first, I had to apply sunscreen to the girls.

“Come here, Cathy. Let's get you sunscreened,” I said. I put my left hand behind her back to steady her, way down by her butt, and started to apply the sunscreen with my right hand. I started with her face, then her beautiful, flat chest, and then her abdomen, pussy, and the front of her legs. I didn't spend as much time on her pussy as I would have liked: I didn't want Ashley to go telling Pete or Peggy that I'd molested Cathy right there in their kitchen.

“Okay, now let's do your back,” I said as I spun Cathy around. My left hand now held her belly, way down by her crotch. I slipped the pinky finger of my hidden hand down and diddled Cathy's tiny clit while I applied the sunscreen to her back with my right hand.

Cathy opened her legs slightly and giggled as my slippery pinky gently massaged her clitty. I glanced over at Ashley. She was absent-mindedly fondling her own pussy as she watched me putting lotion on Cathy's back. I wondered if she suspected what my hidden left hand was doing.

“Okay, squirt,” I said, “You're all done. Now it's Ashley's turn.”

Ashley jumped into the spot right in front of me, a big smile on her face. I put my left hand behind her back to brace her, and started applying the sunscreen, again starting with her face and moving down to her chest, taking a few seconds longer than necessary on her nipples and making her giggle. I then continued down to her belly, and carefully gauged her reaction as I neared her pussy. It was still perfectly hairless, with not even a hint of peach fuzz to mar its bald beauty.

“Wait a minute,” Ashley said, gently pushing my hand away. “Cathy, go outside and start skimming the bugs and leaves off the water.”

“How do I do that?” Cathy asked.

“I'll show you,” Ashley said, and then said to me, “I'll be right back.” I watched both their bare bottoms run out the door. Ashley returned a few moments later, after instructing Cathy in the art of bug-skimming.

“Okay,” she said, jumping back in front of me and wearing a big smile, “You can finish me now.”

“Okay,” I said, and paused for a moment. I had seen Ashley naked countless times, but I'd never touched her pussy. Better safe than sorry, I thought.

“Give me your hand,” I said. She did, and I squeezed a little sunscreen into it.

“What's this for?” She asked.

“So you can put it on your private parts,” I said. “Mommy and daddy wouldn't like me touching you down there.”

“No, I want you to do it,” Ashley protested. “And anyway, mommy asked you to. And anyway, I won't tell. If mommy asks me I'll say that you made me put it on my privates myself, just like you said.”

“Okay, okay,” I said. “But you have to promise.”

“I promise,” she said, crossing her heart.

“Okay,” I said, and reached toward her precious pussy. When my trembling finger touched her pussy lips for the first time, my cock lurched in my pants. I had seen her cunny many times over the years and had longed to touch it, and now I was finally getting my chance.

“Ooooh,” she said as I gently rubbed the slippery liquid into her pussy crack, paying special attention to her little clit. “That's cold! But it feels incredible! It's so much better than when I touch myself there.”

“Do you touch yourself down there a lot?” I asked, now gently vibrating my finger right below her clit, over her pee hole.

“Ooooh! That feels best of all!” she said. “Yeah, I touch myself a lot when I'm in bed, and when I'm in the bath. But it feels better when you do it.” Apparently Ashley was indeed starting to awaken sexually, even if her flat chest and bald pussy still showed no signs of puberty.

“Okay,” I said, “But you can't ever tell anyone, okay?”

“Okay,” she said as she closed her eyes and reached out to steady herself against my shoulder.

I moved my finger down her crack to her vagina, and was about to insert just the tip of my pinky finger into her virgin hole, when the door to the back yard slammed and Cathy walked in. Ashley quickly opened her eyes, pushed my hand away from her cunny, and spun around. “Do my back now,” she whispered over her shoulder.

“Okay,” I whispered back, and placed my left hand on Ashley's belly, well above pussy level, while applying the lotion to her back with my right.

“All the bugs are gone,” Cathy said cheerfully. She glanced at my left hand on Ashley's belly, apparently satisfied that my hand was sufficiently far removed from Ashley's pussy.

“Thank you, Cathy,” I said as I finished applying the lotion to the back of Ashley's body and gently slapped her bottom. “Okay, you're all done,” I said. “You guys be careful in the pool.”

They ran toward the door, but Ashley stopped and ran back to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then the two of them ran out into the yard.

My cock, of course, was straining so hard inside my pants that I simply had to get relief. But first I decided to boot Pete's computer into the Recovery Console from the Setup CD and start running a CHKDSK on it. Hey, it was worth a shot.

As soon as the CHKDSK was in process, I tip-toed up the stairs to “check on” Tina. I walked to Ashley's bedroom and gently opened the door. Tina was lying on her back on top of the covers, fast asleep, also wearing one of Pete's tee-shirts as pajamas, just like Ashley usually did. Her legs were spread apart, and the tee-shirt barely covered her charms.

Tina was a beautiful 8-year-old girl. She was almost exactly one year younger than Ashley; in fact, the two often shared a birthday party. She was somewhat darker-skinned than Ashley, and had long, beautiful, straight brown hair. Her skin and hair color were actually a lot like Cathy's. Tina was also slim and athletic-looking, but she was a bit “rounder” than either Ashley or Cathy, yet without being “chubby” at all.

Being an only child and somewhat over-protected by her parents, Tina was a little more naive and gullible than Ashley. But as protective as they were, her parents had always let me take Tina along whenever I took Ashley somewhere, despite their barely knowing me at first. I guess the fact that I'd been “married” and was now a “widower” also helped. No one but Nadya and myself had known that our marriage was mainly one of convenience.

I walked over to the bed, carefully lifted the bottom of the shirt Tina was wearing, and admired her bare cunny in the light that filtered through the still-closed curtains. With her legs spread, her tiny clit and vagina were just barely visible between her pussy lips. I could also see that Tina was no farther along in her development than Ashley, or even my little Cathy. Some girls enter puberty as young as 8 years old these days, but Tina's little pussy was still as bare as a baby's.

I longed to touch her hairless cunny, but I didn't dare. She was ready to wake up anyway, especially given her visibly-full bladder. The slightest touch might wake her to the surprise of my finger in her pussy – not an easy thing to explain, especially when I was supposed to be fixing Pete's computer.

I grabbed some tissues from the box on Ashley's night table, knelt next to the bed -- my eyes only inches from Tina's pussy, and pulled my aching dick out of my pants. Between having applied the sunscreen to Cathy and Ashley, and now staring at Tina's beautiful pussy inches from my face, my cock was so ready for action that it was less than a minute before I silently shot my load into the tissues.

I cleaned up and tucked myself back in, then walked into the hallway and locked and closed the bathroom door from outside. I'd be able to easily open it with a screwdriver later, but for now I wanted it to be locked when Tina awoke. Then I went back downstairs to work on Pete's computer.

The CHKDSK had finished and the machine had booted up, but there was a S.M.A.R.T. warning that the hard drive was failing. I decided to clone the system drive intact to the new drive, and then finish cleaning up the system once that was done. That would give me an hour or more of idle time while waiting for the drive to clone.

I started the drive cloning, and then I heard the patter of Tina's feet upstairs as she ran to the bathroom and found it locked. I jumped up and ran into the first-floor bathroom, pulled my pants and underwear down, and sat on the toilet without locking the door as I heard Tina making her way down the stairs. A few seconds later, Tina threw open the door without knocking, and screamed when she saw me on the toilet.

“Hi Tina,” I laughed. “Don't worry – it's only me. Sorry, I forgot to lock the door.”

“Hi, Uncle John,” Tina said, squirming and pressing her finger against her pee hole, her tee-shirt pulled up to her belly.

“How are you? Are you enjoying your first week of summer vacation?” I asked nonchalantly, as if having a conversation with a nearly-naked 8-year-old while taking a shit was the most ordinary thing in the world for me.

“Uh huh,” she said, still squirming. “Uncle John, are you almost done?” She asked. “I have to go pee really bad.”

“Oh, okay,” I said, and reached for the toilet paper. “Let me just wipe myself and I'll be out of your way.” There was nothing to wipe, but I lifted my ass and reached back anyway, then flushed the toilet while I was still “wiping.” The sound of the water was almost too much for poor Tina, and she scrunched herself into a ball on the floor as a few little squirts of pee escaped her clenched lips.

“Here, let me help you,” I said, standing up and pulling up my pants. I lifted her onto the bowl and spread her legs slightly, just as the jet of urine shot out from between her hairless lips like a little fire hose. Her tee-shirt was wet where she'd peed herself.

“Wow, I guess you really did have to pee,” I said, continuing to watch her pissing. “That's a lot of pee for a girl your size.” Tina giggled and sat up a little straighter, as if she was suddenly proud of her peeing prowess. I get that reaction from a lot of little girls when I use that line. Apparently, little girls and little boys have at least one thing in common: Both take pride in a wicked piss stream.

When she was done, she wiped her pussy, stood up, and flushed the bowl. When she was done washing her hands, I pulled her wet tee-shirt over her head, and then got down to her level to give her a hug.

“We haven't had a good-morning hug,” I said. She gave me a hug, and when we separated, she smiled shyly and tried to cover up her nipples and her crotch with her hands.

“What's the matter?” I asked.

“I'm naked, hee hee,” she giggled.

“Oh, that's no big deal. I've seen you naked before. And Ashley and my niece Cathy are outside swimming naked in the pool, and they're little girls, too.”

“Ooooh! Can I go swim naked in the pool, too?” Tina begged.

“Sure. Just go upstairs and brush your teeth,” I said.

“Okay,” she said, starting to run back upstairs. “Oh, wait,” she said, “The bathroom door is locked upstairs.”

“Oh, okay,” I said, and grabbed a small screwdriver from my bag in Pete's office. “Let's go open it,” I said, walking up the stairs with her. When the door was open, I told Tina to brush her teeth and then come downstairs so I could put some sunscreen on her.

I went back downstairs and waited for Tina. After what must have been the quickest brushing in the history of teeth, she ran back down the stairs and stood naked in front of me.

“Okay,” she said, “I'm ready for my sunscreen!”

“Okay, Tina,” I said, and opened the tube. “Let's start with your face,” I said, and started applying the lotion to her face, neck, ears, and shoulders. Then I reloaded and started applying the lotion to her chest, spending a few seconds more than was necessary on her little nipples.

“Hee hee,” she said, “That tickles.”

“Oh, you're a ticklish one, are you?” I said, and tickled her under her arms, making her squeal with laughter.

I put some more sunscreen in my hand and started rubbing it into her belly and down toward her cunny. She thrust her cunny forward, as if inviting me to touch it.

“Would you like to do your own privates?” I asked.

“No, you do it,” she said. “But don't tell mommy or anyone, so I don't get in trouble. I'm not supposed to let anyone touch me there.”

“Okay,” I said. “But if anyone asks, you tell them I made you put it on your private parts yourself, okay?”

“Okay,” she said, and I started rubbing the slippery lotion on to her vulva. She parted her legs slightly as I fondled her clit and ran my finger up and down between her labia, then positioned it right over her pee hole and vibrated my finger slightly.

“Oooooh,” she moaned, and reached for my shoulders with both hands to steady herself. My cock began to swell again, despite having been self-serviced only a few minutes before.

“Is that enough, or should I put more on you?” I asked.

“Put more,” she almost whispered. I continued for a few more minutes until Tina stiffened, then collapsed in my arms.

“That felt good,” she said.

“I know it did,” I said, “But remember, you can't tell anyone, or else we'll get in trouble and they won't let you see me any more.”

“Okay, I promise,” she said, and started to run away toward the door.

“Hold on,” I said. “We still have to do your back.” She ran back, and I quickly applied the lotion to the back of her body, then sent her out to the pool while I got back to fixing Pete's computer.

Peggy returned a few hours later and say down across from me.

“So, how did it go?” I asked. Peggy remained silent, but looked at me for a few long moments.

“Can you watch Ashley for a few days?” She finally asked. “Preferably at your place. Oh, and you'll have to take Tina with you, too. Jim and Lisa are in Chicago until next week.”

“Uh, yeah, okay,” I said. “What's wrong?”

“You know what an ectopic pregnancy is?” she asked.

“It's an extra-uterine pregnancy,” I answered, “usually in the fallopian tube.”

I'd been a medic in the service and had minored in biology as an undergrad, mainly because the courses were easy for me given my military medic training. Ectopic pregnancies, especially in a woman Peggy's age, were usually treated by surgical removal of all or part of the fallopian tube, a procedure known as a salpingectomy.

“The doctor wants to remove the tube right away, but I'd rather Ashley didn't know,” Peggy said. “She's always wanted a little brother or sister...” Peggy lowered her head and began to cry softly.

“It's okay, Peggy,” I said, taking her hand in mine. “I know this is hard for you, and I'll help you and Pete any way I can.” Peggy spent a few moments regaining her composure, then continued.

“Thanks. The doctor said he can get me in for the surgery tomorrow, and Pete said he can take me. If you can take Ashley and Tina until Sunday or Monday, that would help a lot.”

“Sure,” I said, then I got an idea.

“Hey,” I asked, “How about I take them to your cabin? I can ask Dan if we can trade airplanes for a few days” Pete and Peggy had a cabin on a lake in the Adirondacks. I'd flown them down there with Ashley a few times in my friend's seaplane, my own little amphibious airplane having only two seats.

Peggy pondered the idea for a few moments, and then surprised me by asking a completely unrelated question.

“Who is Cathy?” she asked. I was taken aback for a moment. Why would she ask a question like that? I decided that the best answer was the lie that Cathy's mother Rosa and I had agreed upon, with a bit of extra detail added.

“Ah, Cathy,” I replied. “Cathy's grandfather, Hector, was a very dear friend of mine, and I was like an adopted uncle to his daughter Rosa, Cathy's mother.” I paused for effect. Peggy said nothing but motioned for me to go on.

“Unfortunately, Rosa has struggled with alcohol and drug abuse since adolescence,” I continued. “So... I try to help make Cathy's life something resembling normal.”

“And they live next door to you?” Peggy asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “That's actually one of the reasons I moved there, so I could be closer to Rosa and Cathy.”

“Ah, I've always wondered about that,” Peggy said. “I figured there was a reason you chose that shitty neighborhood. I should have known it had something to do with helping someone. That's just how you are.”

“Thank you,” I said, taking the opportunity to embellish a bit more. “You know, Nadya died before we had a chance to have children, so I guess helping with Cathy is one way I satisfy my paternal drive.”

“And Ashley, too, I think,” Peggy said. “It's so tragic about Nadya. I never met her, but it's obvious you two were deeply in love.” Then she paused for a moment, looked me in the eye, and said, “I think you would have made a great father, John. It just shows in how you care for Ashley and Tina.”

Jeez. Talk about feeling like scum. Peggy had just complimented me on my parenting skills, using my interactions with her daughter and her niece as examples. I wonder if she would have felt the same way if she's known that I'd had my finger in both their pussies just a couple of hours prior.

“Thank you,” I said again, more sheepishly this time. “I hope you're right. But I think it's a lot easier being an uncle than a parent. I'm in awe of the job you and Pete have done with your kids.”

“We try our best,” Peggy said. “Anyway, yeah, I think the cabin would be a good choice, assuming the weather's okay.”

By “okay,” she meant okay for flying. I do hold an instrument rating, but I tend to avoid flying in instrument meteorological conditions when the mission is purely recreational. Besides, there's no ILS on the lake.

“Okay,” I said, “I'll call Dan about the airplane, and check on the weather, as soon as I'm done here.”

After a few more reboots, Pete's computer was back in service. I'd have to come back with another hard drive to use as a backup clone, but it was ready to use in the meantime. I'd also called Dan, who said I could borrow his Cessna; and the weather outlook was VFR for the whole weekend on both ends of the trip.

Peggy brought the girls in and put them in the shower together to wash the chlorine off, then told them that I'd be watching them for the next few days. I heard the little chorus of “Yaaaay's” all the way on the first floor.

Cathy was the first one dressed and downstairs. She ran over to me and jumped in my lap, smothering me with kisses.

“Heeeeey,” I laughed, “What a great surprise from my favorite niece!”

“Really?” she asked, fluttering her little eyelashes at me. “Am I really your most favoritist niece of all?”

“Of course you are,” I said, and held her tight for a few moments. “But hey, don't tell Ashley and Tina,” I whispered. “I don't want to make them jealous.” I held my finger up to my lips in the “Shhhh” sign. Cathy smiled, mimicked the “Shhhh” sign, and smothered me with even more hugs and kisses.

I held her there in my lap until Ashley and Tina came down, dressed, with suitcases in hand. I gave Cathy my car keys and my bag, asked her to help the girls put their suitcases in the car, and then wait for me while I talked to Peggy.

“I really appreciate this,” Peggy said. “I don't want to have to explain to Ashley why I'm walking around hunched over.” Most salpingectomies are done laparoscopically nowadays, but it still takes at least a few days for the patient to get back to normal activities.

“It's no problem, Peggy,” I said. I'll keep them at the cabin until Sunday or Monday, depending on how quickly they get bored, and then bring them to my house until you call and let me know you're ready.”

I also reminded Peggy that I had spotty cell phone service at the cabin, but that the Wi-Fi (which was with another provider) worked like gangbusters, so she should email me if I didn't answer my cell. I had her sign the bill for the computer repairs, took the cabin keys from her, kissed her, and wished her good luck.

Then I got in my car and drove the girls to my house so we could pick up my suitcase and some groceries before punching a hole in the sky.

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