Nickel and Dime

by Tony Williams

I babysit for lots of tenants in my apartment building and I love my job. Two of my charges, sisters, eleven and nine, might be developing crushes on me. They're pretty precocious, and things are getting interesting.

Once the news got around my apartment building that I was available for babysitting, and the word spread that the kids all liked me and I could be trusted, I became swamped with demands for my services. So popular am I that I upped my prices and have turned it into a full time job. To be honest, it's the only job I've ever had, being less than a year out of high school in a depressed job market. Every evening and several afternoons each week, I'm looking after someone's kids. It's a pretty easy gig with the exception of a few little brats, who can be sent to bed early.

My favorite kids are Nickel and Dime, short for Nichola and Dimona. What were their parents thinking when they named the younger one? Wasn't it obvious that those nicknames would emerge? Happily they don't mind being called after coins. Their ages reflect the size of the coin, not the value, thus Nickel is the older, at eleven and Dime is nine. You could argue that Nickel is old enough to look after her younger sister, but their mom's a bit paranoid, ever since the time when the kids got into the locked liquor cabinet, with near disastrous results.

They are both blondes, slender to the point of skininess, and utterly gorgeous. According to Nickel, Dime has a huge crush on me and the evidence is emerging that she's probably right. The younger kid hangs round me like a puppy, gazing up at me adoringly. If Nickel has any special feelings for me, then she's keeping them to herself. I've sat for them half a dozen times and tonight is special, because their mom won't be home until tomorrow, so I'll be staying the night and I'll have to take them to school in the morning. I've brought my backpack with a change of panties, my vibrator, my camera and my laptop.

When I arrive, their mom has already departed and has left instructions with Nickel: bedtimes, teethcleaning, the usual stuff. Before I can even close the apartment door, Dime has thrown herself into my arms and wrapped her legs round me. I like it when she does this, because I can put my hands under her butt, my fingers close to her crack, and get away with it. "Toni!" she squeals, "you're here." Nickel notices where my hands are but says nothing. I pretend innocence. I can aIways say I have to support her weight.

"You've gotta stay all night," says Nickel, "and make breakfast for us."

"Oh, no!" I groan in mock horror. "Twelve hours alone with two naughty little girls. How will I stand it?"

"But we love you, Toni," says Dime, still clinging like a limpet.

"Yeah," says Nickel, sarcastically. "Twelve hours of looking at Dime showing off her panties. My heart bleeds for you." Dime is still at that age when an "accidental" display of underwear might occasionally occur, except that she's developed it into a fine art to the point where wearing a dress seems pointless. She doesn't even bother to deny it.

"What?" I say, keeping up the game. "You wouldn't deliberately show off you panties would you? I wonder what color they are." I step over the couch and bend forward and as she lets go and her upper body falls down. I grab her ankles and lift her legs as high as It can. She's now inverted, with her shoulders resting on the couch, her dress up round her chest. "Ah ha! Pink with butterlies on them. They're precious. I love pink."

"I thought you said white was your favorite," says Nickel, with a hint of a pout.

"I suppose you're wearing white," I say. "Lift your dress, let me have a look." I expect her to refuse, after all, she's eleven, and she's lost some of her innocence and has a sense of dignity. Neverthless, she lifts the front of her dress to reveal her white cotton panties.

"They're nothing special," she mutters, "just my school ones."

"White!" I gush. "Perfect. But all panties are special, aren't they, Dime." She nods a big grin on her face. "They're sexy. Showing off our panties is a way of saying we love you."

"Show us yours, then," says Nickel to me. I look down at Dime, still inverted, and let go of her ankles. She lies sprawled on the couch, her dress still up round her chest, pink butterflies everywhere. I unfasten my skirt at the side and let it fall. Now all I have on are my white silk tap pants, nice and loose in the leg, and a matching silk camisole, down which you can see my tits if I lean forward.

"Oh, they're cool!" says Dime, her eyes big.

"Smokin!'" says, Nickel.

"Expensive," I add, "but worth it, if you guys like 'em. Now you know I love you both." Nickel smiles, her dress still lifted. "Lift it higher so we can see if your titties are growing," I ask her. She obliges. "Mmm," I ponder, "it's hard to tell. I think they might be. Your nippples are certainly bigger. You're beautiful."

"I can't wait for them to grow," she says, dropping her dress.

"Not me," I whisper to Dime. "I like little girls with no tits, girls like you." I start to tickle her and she squirms and giggles. "Little girls with skinny legs and sexy little belly buttons." I lean down and kiss her navel, pushing my tongue into it. I lift my head and run my fingers over her chest. "Girls with flat chests and little bee sting nipples." I pinch them gently. "You're adorable, Dime. I could fall in love with you."

All this is a performance for Nickel's sake. I know I can grab Dime's attention any time I want, but can I make Nickel jealous? Worth a try.

"Show us your tits, then" says Nickel. "We showed you ours." This evening is progressing much better than I'd hoped. I'd been looking forward to bedtime when with luck I'd get to see the girls undress, but tonight we haven't wasted a minute. I let Dime go and pull my camisole over my head, shaking my hair free. I lean back on the couch, my arms spread out along its back.

"Dah, dah!" I sing. "Look at these puppies. Pretty nice, huh? My girl friends like 'em."

Dime looks up at me, alarmed. "You have girl friends?" she asks, sounding dismayed. I have to backpedal.

"I've HAD girlfriends, from time to time. There's no one at present. I couldn't possible have another girl in my life when you live just down the hall, Dime." I 'm laying it on thick, and she loves it. A big smile breaks out on her face.

"So you do love me?"

"I'm showing you my panties, aren't I, and my tits. I wouldn't let you see them if I didn't love you."

"Can I touch them?" she asks.

"Any time you like," I tell her and she sits up, puts one arm round my shoulder and places her other palm on my left tit, squeezing gently. "That feels amazing," I whisper in her ear. "I love having my tits fondled. See how my nipples are getting hard? My tits like you, Dime, just like I do."

Nickel, intrigued, leans in to look, then squats at my feet. the squat is a lovely pose for a person like me, obsessed with panties. "Are you a lesbian, Tony" she asks. "I hope so, 'cos boys suck. Girls are much nicer." She falls on to her butt and leans back, propped up on her arms, her legs splayed.

"You're right, Nickel. Girls are much nicer. Especially girls like you two. I think we can officially say that you're both my girlfriends."

"But you love me more!" protests Dime, taking her hand from my breast.

"No," I say, "I love you both the same. It's true that you show your panties off to me more than your sister, and I just love it and I don't want you to stop, but I love you both equally." Dime lies down, her feet up on the arm of the couch, her head in my lap. I put my hand on her thigh and slide it upwards, brushing her mound through the pink cotton wkith my fingertips, then farther up to her nipples, then back down again, this time sliding my thumb down her crack. She closes her eyes. Nickel stares intently as each time I make a pass, my hand lingers longer.

Finally she says, "You might as well take that dress off. It's just gettding crumpled."

"Lift up," I say as I pull the dress up over Dime's shoulders and throw it aside.

"Now you're the only one fully dressed," she says to Nickel. "You gotta take your dress off."

"I agree," I chime in, and Nickel stands and slided the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and lets the dress fall to her ankles. "That's better," I say. "Now we're all equal." My hand is now resting on Dime's abdomen, my fingers on her mound, gently moving. Nickel comes and sits beside me and I put my arm round her neck, my forearm hanging down so that my fingers brush her nipple. She doesn't pull away.

"It'll be Dime's bedtime in about an hour," she says, " and mom said we have to take a bath."

"You can bathe together in the tub," I say, my pulse quickening at the thought.

"So we have to get naked," says Dime, grinning up at me. You're gonna take my panties off, aren't you, Toni. Are you gonna sexually molest me?"

"Hmm. Let me see. I might spank you if you're naughty."

"Oh, I'm always naughty. I've been naughty all day, but no one's spanked me yet."

"Then it's time for a spanking," I say, hauling her body across my knees and rolling her on to her face. I run my hand over her darling tight little butt.

"Oh, I'm gonna get molested," she says with a giggle. "Molest me, Toni. Go ahead and molest me." Nickel is giggling, going along with the pretense. I hook my fingers into the waistband of the pink panties and as Dime lifts her hips, slide them down to mid-thigh.

"Oh, look at that, Nickel. That's the cutest butt I've ever seen. It's almost a shame to spank it." I caress her butt, my hand moving in circles, then my fingers slide down into the crack of her butt. My other hand, out of sight from Nickel, goes under Dime's tummy until my fingers touch her pussy.

"Spank me! Spank me!" calls Dime and I give her half a dozen gentle slaps on her cheeks. She lets out a few fake squeaks of protest. Her butt bounces up and down and now Nickel can see what my other hand is doing.

"You're touching her muffin," she says with a grin. "You're sexually molesting her. You're a bad girl. We should spank you."

I grip Dime's body and roll her on to her back, so that her hips are arched upwards and her head is now in Nickel's lap. "Look, Nickel," I say, "wouldn't you say that there's no sexier sight than a little girl with her panties down round her thighs?" My hand caresses the younger girl from knee to chest, my fingertips making feather-like strokes.

"How about a little girl with no panties on at all?" says Nickel, looking at me. "Or a big girl, too. A big girl with nice firm little tits like yours, Toni." I'm over the moon. Is she coming on to me? I pull Dime's panties off, throw them aside, then help her to sit up beside me. I stand, turn to face them and ever so slowly, slide my tap pants down until my pussy is exposed.

"You've shaved your hair off," says Dime.

"So I can pretend to be a little girl," I reply. They giggle. I push the pants down farther until they fall of their own accord and I step out of them, bend and pick them up. "You'd look hot in these, Nickel," I say. "Here, try them on." She stands and slides her white cotton panties down, takes mine and pulls them up. They're a bit to big, but incredibly sexy, nevertheless. I suddenly rmember my camera in my backpack. I find it and take several pictures of her as she poses seductively.

"Nickel's overdressed again," says Dime, and Nickel obligingly takes the tap pants off, folding them and laying them carefully on the arm of the sofa.

"Bathtime," she says.

In the bathroom, I suggest that they share the tub to save water. When the tub's filled,Dime jumps in first, leaving her sister with the "tap" end. The taps are mounted on the wall and feed a central spout, so as Nickel climbs in, sits, slides down and puts her head to one side, she can lean back comfortable.

"Wash your feet first," I tell them.

"Why?" asks Dime.

"Then you can use your big toes to do naughty things to each other's muffin."

They giggle. "If it's naughty, will you spank us both?" asks Dime, looking up at me hopefully.

"Absolutely," I assure them. I leave the bathroom to get the camera and when I come back, the girls are playing footsie with each other's muffins, laughing and giggling. I take a dozen or so pictures. then I get on my knees, take hold of the soap and lather Dime's back and chest.

"Do my muffin," she commands, lifting her hips up in a lewd display. I soap between her legs, letting my middle finger slide in and out, for several long seconds. "Oh, I'm being sexually molested again," she says. "But it's nice. You can molest me any time you want, Toni."

"You little slut," says Nickel, grinning.

"I'm a slut! I'm a slut!" sings Dime, delightfully.

"I love sluts," I say. "I'm a slut myself. Your turn now, Nickel." I repeat my performance with the older girl, lingering on her lovely nipples, postponing the sweet moment when I'll put my finger inside her. At last, she lies back and lifts her hips completely out of the water. With a lathered hand I stroke between her legs back and forth a dozen times, then push the tip of my finger into her. Her hips lift even more and my finger goes right in. I curl it to touch her G spot and she gasps. I bend down and kiss her on the lips.

I hear Dime say, "You didn't kiss me. It's not fair."

I lift my head and look at her. "Don't worry, Dime. Soon I'm gonna kiss you all over, on the lips, on your sexy little nipples, on your belly and on your muffin. I'll even kiss your butt,now that it's nice and clean." I stand and look at them as I dry my hands. I take the camera and take several pics of them. "Do the toe thing," I tell them and click away as they comply. "Jump out, girls," I say, "it's my turn now." I lie back in the tub as both girls kneel and soap me from head to foot.

Nickel is the first to touch my my pussy as I lift my hips out of the water, lathering me thoroughly, running her middle finger up and down my pussy and for a brief moment circling my clit. Dime watches for a while but then says, "Let me do it! Let me!" She grabs the soap, works up a lather, then puts her hand between my legs and follows her sister's example. My pussy lips are now bright red and swollen with excitement. Her finger goes inside me, as far as it will go, then she pumps it in and out, like she knows what she's doing. I'm getting extremely excited, but if I'm going to cum, then I want it to be in a more comfortable place, like a bed for example.

"That's enough for now, Dime, thank you." I stand and Nickel hands me a towel.

We go into the girl's bedroom, which has bunk beds, one above the other. They're pretty narrow, not suitable for what I have in mind. I take their hands and lead them into the guest bedroom which has a queen size bed, big enough for me and two little girls, small enough to put us all nice and close together. "Let's all sleep together in here."

"Ooh, yes!" says Dime, enthusiasically.

"I've gotta go get my nightie," says Nickel.

"I'm gonna sleep in the nude," says Dime.

"Me, too," I say. "It's far too hot for nighties. Get into bed girls while I go get the camera." I bring my backpack from the living room and fish the camera out. The girls are lying side by side, smiling at me. I take a picture. Dime spreads her legs and Nickel follows her example. I take more pictures. "Now," I say, "if you two little darlings are going to grow up to be lesbians like me, it's never too early to start."

"You want us to kiss?" asks Nickel.

"Would you mind? Just for the camera?"

"But we're sisters."

"Sisters who love each other," I say.

"I don't mind," Dime pipes up. "You can kiss me, Nickel, kiss my anywhere you like. You can molest me like Toni does. You can kiss my muffin if you like." My pulse is racing. Nickel looks dubious. "Alright, if you won't," says Dime, "then I'll kiss yours."

"That's an offer you can't refuse," I say.

"Alright," says Nickel, "go ahead, kiss my muffin." She puts her hand behind her head and spreads her legs as Dime scrambles down the bed to lie between them, and my camera is clicking furiously as she kisses her sister's pussy, then starts to lick it.

"Have you done this before?" I ask. Dime shakes her head. "'Cos you seem to be pretty good at it. How does it feel, Nickel?"

"Mmmm," she sighs, contentedly. "Nice. Nicer than my own fingers."

Nickel comes up for air. "This is fun. You're getting wet," she says. "I guess you like it a lot." Her head goes back down again.

"I'm sure Dime would like you to return the favor," I say.

Surprisingly, Nickel smiles and says, "Okay, Sis. Lie back and spread your legs. Let's see if you're old enough to get turned on by another girl." They reverse positions and Nickel goes to work enthusiasically. I guess her excitement has loosened her inhibitions.

"It tickles," says Dime, "but in a nice way. Don't stop." All the time my camera has been firing away. I sit back and watch them, my two little darlings, making love to each other. Dimes face and upper body are flushed. Her eyes are shut and her breathing is rapid. Then she opens her eyes and looks at me.

"Can I lick your muffin, Toni?" she asks. "It looks so different from mine and Nickel's. I want to explore it and make you feel good." My heart warms.

Nickel looks up at me. "Me, too," she says, her eyes bright.

"I think that's enough pictures," I say, laying the camera down and coming to lie between the two girls. "Now, when I'm alone at night, I can look at them and put my fingers in my muffin and make myself cum."

"You're gonna masturbate, to pictures of us?" asks Nickel, sounding surprised.

"You bet. Any night that I'm not babysitting you guys, you can know that you can still make me excited, even though I might be far away."

Dime says, "Me first!" and get down between my thighs.

"Lick your sister," I say to Nickel and I'll lick you." We arrange ourselves in a triangle and for the first time, my tongue touches Nickel's pussy. It's warm and soft and wet and has an exciting aroma. I feel Dime's tongue on my lips, then on my clit and I start to moan. I'm in heaven, loving and being loved by two preteen girls. I'm well on the way to having an orgasm, so I lift my head and say, "Let's all change ends so we can all lick each other."

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I wake up in the middle of the night. The sheet has been kicked down and we're all exposed to the hot night air. I look at the naked bodies of my two little darlings and my heart nearly burst with love. They'd made me cum, and not just once. Nickel came, too, but I'm gonna have to work on Dime. She's willing enough, but perhaps a little to young. Still, I have plenty of time.

Tomorrow, I have to sit little Becky up on the third floor. She's coming along nicely and she loves it when I undress her and put her to bed, my hands lingering in naughty places, making her giggle charmingly. Her Mom is pretty hot, too, and I think she's coming on to me, which could prove very interesting. I'm not gonna reject her if she makes a move.

Saturday afternoon, I'm taking Darlene, who's only eight, to a soccer match. She's gonna be a heartbreaker in a few years. She has no inhibitions at all, especially when we shower together.

Next week? Let me think. Ah, yes, it'll be Nickel and Dime again.

I love my job.

The end.