After the pizza, we all gathered in the living room again to discuss out future together. I wanted to confirm my suspicions, and lay out some ground rules.
I sat on the couch beside my small stack of consulting work and asked the girls to sit across from me so we could all see one another. Beth had changed to a loose soft cotton top, which gave every indication that under it she was braless. Her skirt was shorter than the afternoon number, about four inches above the knee, a grey pleated number, one of what I used to call her school girl uniforms.
Pru wore another one of her seemingly endless series of Mother Hubbard's. This one was a brown and white check, with ruffles down the front. I asked Pru what was the reason for her sudden need to move out.
Pru turned pink, and whispered, it was her father.
"Did your father tell you to leave?"
Pru squirmed in her seat, and blushed brighter red. "No, he. He started touching me last year; a little brush to the hip, my ass, my boobs in passing, and now it is sort of like a full scale grope whenever he traps me alone. He keeps telling me I have to take my mom's place since she has lost interest in him. He says it is in the bible. He creeps me out."
It was as I suspected, and also I was a bit surprised by her vocabulary, it seemed pretty contemporary compared to her style.
How old are you now, Pru? Twenty, like Gwen?"
"Actually, twenty-one last week."
Just then the doorbell rang, and I went to answer it. El Creepo himself. He was looking for his wandering little girl.
I told him she was in my house, under my protection. If he wanted a free broken arm he could try coming in.
He began to bluster, so I explained what would happen if Pru stood up in church and named and shamed him for what he was doing to her.
"She is an adult, and can make all her own decisions now."
After a bit of mutual glaring, he backed down and left. I am a big man, and do not like to throw my weight around, but this time I felt good about it.
"Returning to the current problems girls, there are a couple other things you were going to ask me to say yes to?"
Gwen and Pru exchanged glances and Pru turned bright red.
Gwen said, "Let me handle Unca bob, Pru. Why don't you go up to your room and get settled in, sort out some space in the bathroom. Be ruthless. Take up at least half his space; for tomorrow we shop.
"You desperately need cosmetics, and an entirely new wardrobe. From the foundation up. I may have to get a few things myself.
"Unca Bob and I will just have a bit of a chat before going up to bed. It has been a tiring day."
As Pru walked up the stairs, Gwen's hands smoothed the skirt in her lap wider, then as Pru reached the turn in the staircase, she raised her skirt slowly, revealing white cotton panties.
"Gwen, bring those panties right over to me." I said softly.
As she approached her hips swung on ball bearings, her spine following like the original serpent of Eden. I looked at the raised skirt with the white panties under it. Her pubic mound was high and her hair puffed the panties out at her hip level, and then the panties dived in to her wide crotch where her legs left a friendly space.
I slid from the seat to the floor and leaned back against the couch, arms wide apart.
"Come closer, I want to smell them. I want to smell you"
Gwen straddled my long legs and shuffled forward to press her proud pubis up against my face.
"Close like this Unca Bob?"
"Not really Gwen. For presenting yourself to be smelled, you should turn around facing away from me and bend way over, brace your hands on my knees. Then press your crotch gently to my nose. You say, 'Please Unca, will you check my panties?'"
As Gwen positioned herself and asked me to check her panties, I ran my hands gently up her outer thighs under the skirt, right to her hips, then around to her inner thighs right at the soft hollows of the top.
I let my fingers penetrate the hem of each leg just a bit as they explored the frontier of her cunt. I reached to the gusset and pressed the fabric firmly to her pubis, grinding it in a circular motion.
I could see a few tendrils of long blond cunt hair at the edges where the panties gaped a bit in the hollow of her groin.
Using my finger, I traced the length of her lips, and pressed the fabric in to her groove, all the way up the back to her waist. I saw it begin to darken as the dampness flowed to her entrance. I pressed the whole area flat against her warmth, and then grasped her hips with my hands.
"Press back, dear."
I pulled her cunt back to my nose and began to snuffle up her scent. As I did so, I released each of my breaths in to the fabric, heating her center with my hot moist exhales. She began to push more and more strongly back on to my nose, swiveling her hips and whimpering in frustration every time I pushed her forward a bit to take another breath.
My cock rose as I smelled her lust, her musky scent was heady and clean. Soon I had a fat iron bar at my zip, straining for release. I reached under her top and found hanging there proof of her braless state. I squeezed the heavy breasts gently, and began to milk her nipples back towards her cunt. Using them as little handles, I tugged and stretched them down and to the rear, and Gwen began to pant as she synchronized her breast movement to the impact of her cunt on my face.
Then I stopped.
Beth moaned. "Don't stop. Please. More. Let me finish."
I said, "Beth, I think you need to be punished for trying to manipulate me."
She started to get up.
I said, "Stay where you are." I reached over to my folders and took out a ruler I had been using to draw straight lines with. It was a heavy sixteen inch wood ruler with one metal edge for inking without making a mess.
