Trisha and Cali Get Placed

by Thom

For Tori

Trisha and her little sister Cali were ecstatic to be getting out of the orphanage. Trish was 8 and Cali was 6. They never believed anyone would take them together. For sure, they thought they would be separated and never see each other again. Ms. Wallace was just a foster placement so it might not be forever, but that they were going together and they were going to be out of the home for even a little while seemed like a dream come true.

At their ages, a placement, even a foster one, was nearly unheard of. Everyone who was adopting wanted a little baby so that they could raise it to be like them and pretend, if even for a little while, that it was their offspring. Older children, especially ones as old as Trish, were suspected of being nothing but trouble. The only thing they had going for them, according to the staff at the home, was that they were girls, not boys, and pretty ones at that. They both had red hair, pale, almost translucent skin with freckles, and piercing blue eyes. They were both tall for their age and skinny with gangly arms and legs. And of course neither one was showing any signs of becoming a woman.

Ms. Wallace came by for them after lunch one day mid-week. Everyone thought it was very unusual that she hadn't wanted to talk to the two girls before she selected them. She had asked to see pictures of all of the girls in the home and had chosen Trish and Cali immediately. She had a few questions about how they behaved but basically didn't want to know much about them. Of course, a foster placement is like permanent probation; you can go back at the drop of a hat.

Trish and Cali were 5 and 3 when their parents were killed suddenly in an automobile accident. They were never a very well off family and they had no relatives at all that they knew of, so they became wards of the state. As time passed, what little memory of their parents they once had, disappeared. They had never been placed anywhere before, so this opportunity with Ms. Wallace was the first chance that they had. They vowed that they weren't going to screw it up; they were going to do whatever they could to make Ms. Wallace like them and keep them. Other kids who had gone out and returned tried to give them advice about what not to do so that they would stay out of trouble and stay out.

Ms. Wallace was in her late thirties and quite pretty, the girls even thought beautiful, (and not just a little bit hot they would agree later) when they saw her and gave each other a look that said, this might actually turn out to be okay even though they were scared to death of what might happen next. Leslie, she insisted on being called and that Ms. Wallace was her mother to her and she never wanted them to call her that because she thought her mother was the most horrible person she had ever known; an opinionated old cow, she called her mother and was glad that she was dead.

Trish and Cali couldn't imagine anyone wishing that her mother were dead but they did know some people that they did wish were dead so maybe Leslie's mother was like one of those mean people that they had gotten to know at the orphanage. It was a little awkward at first calling her Leslie because they had been taught, at their peril if they were ever to slip up, that adults were to be addressed properly as Miss, Mrs. or Mr. under all circumstances.

Leslie had a nice, luxurious car and she helped them get buckled up in the back seat. They got onto the freeway and headed out of town to a suburb that they had only been to a couple of times. Trish remembered that their parents had told them that this area was very wealthy. Cali had been way too young to remember being there. They had come out here from town a couple of times to see the Christmas lights or maybe to visit the mall that was out here. They both hoped that Leslie would take them to the mall while they were staying with her so that they could look at the great things that were there.

Leslie took them directly to her house which was huge compared to the tiny apartment that they had lived in in town. It had five bedrooms, three and 1/2 baths, and a bunch of other rooms that Trish and Cali weren't sure what they could possibly be used for. There was one room with a TV in it and the kitchen was as big as a restaurant so they thought you probably didn't need any more than those two rooms.

The girls had always shared a bedroom since Cali was born so when Leslie suggested they could have their own rooms, they got into a bit of a panic. Even since they had been at the orphanage, they had slept in the same room in the dormitory where all of the girls were housed. Very recently they had even shared the same bed most nights, even though the beds were singles, because they had discovered ways of comforting one another that you couldn't do by being in different beds. Leslie said they could start out sharing a queen-sized bed in one of the rooms but that she thought at some point they would probably like to have their own rooms after they got more comfortable. Neither Trish nor Cali could imagine not wanting to be together at night. Oh they would have so much to talk about when they were finally alone.

Leslie and the girls got what little belongings they had into the bedroom. Leslie insisted on unpacking everything and inspecting it to see if it was suitable. She said after they figured out what clothes the two of them needed, they would go off to the mall to shop for them before dinner that evening. The girls unpacked all of their stuff and laid it out for Leslie to look at. It seemed to Trish and Cali that she took a long time going through the clothes.

She did one girl's stuff at a time and had it all stacked neatly on the bed in categories. She held each article up to see if it was worn and felt the material before deciding if it would be suitable. It was kind of embarrassing having her judge their clothes which of course weren't great but the thought of getting new ones made up for that. The next thing she asked them to do though was even more embarrassing and the feelings they got from it were a bit confusing to both of them. Since they were with Leslie for the rest of the day and evening, they wouldn't be able to talk about it until later that night when they got to bed.

Leslie asked both of the girls to take off the clothes that they were wearing so that she could inspect them as well. She said that when she finished inspecting them, she would select clothes for them to wear to the mall if anything they were wearing needed to be replaced. The two girls slowly did as she said, taking off their tops and jeans and then pulling down their panties and kicking them off. At first they kind of covered themselves because they were self conscious but after a bit, it didn't seem so unnatural to be naked with Leslie in their bedroom so they just sat back down on the bed and watched her check out the clothes they had been wearing.

Leslie thought everything they had on was okay except for the panties. She said they needed to be changed. The girls thought it a bit odd that she didn't put them in the pile to get rid of but kept them separate and before they could notice what happened, the panties seemed to just disappear someplace.

Much to their surprise, it was the girls' turn next to be inspected. Leslie asked them both to stand again, in front of her while she was sitting on the bed. She took Trish's hands first in hers and held her arms out away from her side and spun her first left and then right so that she could look at her from all sides. She did the same to Cali next. The two girls were in exactly the same place developmentally which is to say no where did it appear they were beginning the maturing process that would take them from little girls to women. The only difference was that Trish was a larger version. Leslie said that they were both lovely little girls, cunning was the word she used, and would turn out to be beautiful women that others will fall all over themselves to be with.

She picked out panties for each of them from their keep piles and knelt down on the carpet in front of them. Leslie held the panties open and motioned for them to step into them like you might if you were dressing a toddler. The girls wondered if maybe Leslie didn't realize that they were old enough to dress themselves but they weren't going to rock the boat this early in the game by saying anything that could be construed as sassy. They let Leslie pull up their panties to their waist and adjust them to make sure they were comfortable. Then they got themselves the rest of the way dressed.

The trip to the mall was like being in a candy story with all of the money in the world. Leslie insisted on buying almost anything the girls wanted without exception. Of course the mall didn't carry anything that anyone would consider garish so whatever they bought would be in style.

The odd thing about the trip though was that Leslie kept pointing out other girls around their age and a little older, complementing them on their looks. But not just that the other girls were pretty but she might remark about their bodies as if she were ogling them. Her legs were shapely. Her breasts were firm. Her bum was pert. She even said things about other girls when they thought the other girls might be able to hear them when they were trying on clothes in the dressing rooms of stores. It was particularly embarrassing for Trish and Cali because Leslie would be helping them change clothes with the dressing room curtains open; they would be nearly naked and Leslie would be talking about the girl in the changing room next door and how great her body looked in a particular skirt. They found themselves becoming envious too of the beautiful girls they saw.

All in all though, the girls really enjoyed getting so many new clothes and they were thinking that if Leslie were to send them back they would be the envy of the orphanage for awhile anyway. Dinner was waiting for them when they got home. They didn't realize it but Leslie had a cook and housekeeper who took care of all of the household duties. No one else turned up that evening so as far as they could tell, Leslie lived by herself. Their parents had taught them that it was impolite to ask people you didn't know personal questions, so even though Trish and Cali were full of them, they kept silent—at least until they were alone which they managed as soon as they thought they could do so politely by saying they were tired from shopping.

When they had closed the bedroom door behind them, stripped off their nightgowns and climbed naked into bed, they were all a titter about their day but mostly about Leslie. They thought about the attractive girls that Leslie was looking at in the mall. Yes, the other girls were very pretty but why was she telling them that she liked the way they looked? Was she a lesbian? Did she want them to look more like the girls they saw? Did she just want them to notice their sex appeal? She was too weird. Was she always going to embarrass them like that when they were out in public? Neither of them wanted to screw up this placement though so they agreed that they would just have to live with it. Lots of kids' parents were incredibly clueless and their kids were constantly ashamed to be with them. At least this adult was apparently rich and would provide a good home for them while they were with her.

Trish and Cali finally were able to settle down and they reached out and drew each other into their arms as they had recently started doing before going to sleep. Their lips were the first to meet in a firm kiss and the rest of their bodies followed, skin pressed against skin, sending a current to their center which would shortly be an ache that they would need to deal with. Trish wrapped her legs around Cali pulling her close, aligning their pussy mounds the best she could so their other lips were also in a passionate embrace. The sisters' hands were groping each other, first on bums and non-existent breasts, and then squeezing their hands between their tightly interlocked bodies, they found each other's sweet spots and caressed until the waves of release washed over them again and again. As they came, they thought about the sexy girls they had seen that day.

Trish woke up in the middle of the night. She had to pee which annoyed her because their room in the orphanage was at the opposite end of the hallway from the bathroom. As she became more conscious though, she didn't know where she was right away and was feeling a bit frightened until Leslie and the day and the big house all came back to her in a rush. She reached over to make sure Cali was still there with her and slid out of bed. The clock on the bedside stand said 1:35. Trish found her nightgown on the floor, slipped it on, and quietly opened the door to the hall way.

She silently made her way toward the bathroom which was beyond Leslie's bedroom. As Trish walked by the door, she thought she heard sounds coming from inside and stopped to listen. Once she gave it her attention, Trish knew exactly what she was listening too. She had done it enough herself and been with Cali and other girls in the orphanage to recognize someone masturbating themselves; the breathing, mostly was giving it away, but there was the thrashing as well. Leslie was very lively when she diddled herself. There were some words though being spoken too and at first they were hard to make out. Pressing her ear against the door though, it became clearer. Leslie was saying her and Cali's name out loud as she frigged herself.

Leslie had searched all over for a girl to bring into her life. She wanted a girl to bring into her sex life, actually, but she didn't hold out much hope for that. Even as a little girl herself, Leslie physically liked other little girls. As she got older, she thought her tastes would grow older too but they didn't. She tried women lovers her age and couldn't get little girls out of her mind. Anytime she was with a woman, she would be thinking of being with a little girl.

She couldn't believe her luck when she found these two beautiful sisters that were young and needed a home. As she lay in bed fantasizing about having them as her lovers though, she wasn't sure what she was going to do next. The thought that kept turning up in the back of her mind was that you couldn't, or at least you weren't supposed to, go off loving little girls. What would happen if the little girls reported back to their social worker? Maybe having the girls so close but yet out of reach was going to be more frustrating than not having any girls around at all.

For Trish, with her ear pressed to the door of Leslie's room, everything had been revealed. Leslie had made such a fuss over other pretty little girls at the mall because she wanted Cali and her to know that she liked little girls. Maybe she even wanted to love them up like she and Cali did to each other as often as they could or maybe just to be close to them in an affectionate way. Trish knew just what do to and she couldn't wait to tell Cali about it. She went off to pee.

On the way back, Leslie's door opened and Leslie stepped out of her room in a bath robe. She asked Trish if everything was all right and Trish assured her that everything was fine; she just had to pee. Spontaneously, Trish stepped close to Leslie and wrapped her arms around her and gave her big hug, thanking Leslie for taking her and Cali into her home. Leslie was a bit taken aback but it felt so good to have Trish in her arms, she didn't want to let go. Trish didn't either, it felt good to have Leslie in her arms, her head resting on Leslie's breast. Trish could hear Leslie's heart beating through the robe.

Finally, Trish pulled away and said good night. After the hug, she was even more resolved on a course of action and couldn't wait to get back to their room to tell Cali what her plan was.

It was hard for Trish and Cali not to just go running naked into Leslie's bed and announce that they wanted her to love them up and for them to love her up. At their age, there is little ability to delay gratification, but they were determined to let it happen as naturally as possible. Beginning the next morning, the sisters were affectionate with Leslie every chance they got and not bashful about being naked or partially clad around her. Leslie followed suit and returned the affection and was casual about letting the sisters see her naked, dressing or in the bath.

Everyone was seducing everyone else, and when it happened one Saturday morning that all three of them were in Leslie's big bed together cuddling and then tickling each other and before long everyone had their clothes off and were exploring each other's bodies with their hands and their mouths, no one could remember how they had gotten to that point.