A Friend for Little Missy

When Daddy’s friend Mr. Henderson comes back to Manley Dairy for a visit, Little Missy’s delighted to see her Uncle Joe. She’s even happier that he’s brought her a playmate. His little, angelic blonde Bonnie, needs a friend like Missy. 

Leaving two freshly bathed and shaven littles alone for a sleepover is a recipe for mischief. When the men of the house walk in on the two sharing secrets and breaking a rule, they have to decide what’s indulging natural curiosity versus what’s rewarding bad behavior. Fortunately for Bonnie and Missy, they always know best.

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Read a snippet of what two curious littles get up to:

Uncle Joe had water running and bubbles growing in the big clawfoot tub. 

“You two little bits will fit in there, and neither of you is that grubby,” Daddy decided. He stripped my blue dress off over my head. I stood on the fuzzy bathmat in nothing but my diaper. Was Bonnie wearing a diaper too? Daddy unfastened the tabs and let the padding fall away from me. Uncle Joe had seen me naked before, so I tried not to cringe. Bonnie peeked at me through her curtain of blonde hair. 

I knew I looked lots younger than my calendar age. Pigtails will do that, as does a scrubbed face. Tiny titties contribute to the effect—I wear a AA cup when I’m allowed to wear a bra at all—and so does a shaven mound.  

 “In you go.” My Daddy held my arm while I stepped into the porcelain bath. 

Uncle Joe helped Bonnie undress, unzipping her down the back, and letting her step out of the white eyelet with the Peter Pan collar. She did have a diaper on! Aqua, with swirls. And a bra, that looked more like a beige vest. With a fearful look at my Daddy, she let Uncle Joe coax her into putting her arms up. “You can’t wear this into the tub, Bonnie.”

She hugged her arms across her chest the minute her vest came off. Uncle Joe said quiet, calming things to her as he reached to the sides of her diapers. “It’s okay, Missy’s waiting for you, once this comes off you’ll get in the bubbles…” He stripped the sides down, and gave her a stern look when she clenched her thighs. “Bonnie, Daddy says you have to be undressed now.”

Uh, oh, she wasn’t being good! I didn’t want her to get spanked. “Come on in, Bonnie! While there’s lots of bubbles!” I made a beard and offered her a handful.

She let the diaper drop and tried to get into the tub without showing her breasts or her crotch. Uncle Joe let her get settled, and then drew her hair up into a big clip.

“It’s okay, Bonnie. Our Daddies want us to be naked in the tub, and my Daddy is your Uncle Dirk now.” I offered the toy boat and went for matter-of-fact. “Our bigs look at us whenever they want.”

“I’m not used to being looked at,” she whispered, but she took the boat and we played.

“You get used to it.” Maybe not so used to it that walking back from Dr. Busby’s clinic in nothing but jelly shoes was anything but humiliation, but I didn’t have to tell her about that. Or about the spunk dripping out of my butt with every step. That was last week, over and done. I hoped.

Our Daddies watched us play, and the layer of bubbles got thinner.

“Time for scrubbing,” my Daddy Dirk announced. He went to his knees and leaned in to lather me with the pink washcloth. 

Uncle Joe did the same, running a blue cloth over Bonnie. She had bigger titties than I did, maybe a B cup, and she tried to hunch over when he scrubbed her. Uncle Joe tipped her chin up with a fingertip. “We don’t slouch, Bonnie.”

I sat very straight and stuck my chest out. Have to be a good example. Even though my nipples are the biggest things on my chest, they stuck way out, very hard from the evaporating bathwater. Daddy smiled at me and reached between my legs. 

Oh, I love when Daddy bathes me, first with the washcloth and then without. It usually turns into diddling and an orgasm, and I’d let Daddy make me cum anytime, even with Uncle Joe watching.  I smiled and rocked a little with what he was doing to me.

And then he took his hand away. “Oh dear, Missy, there’s a porcupine between your legs.”

“Uh oh.” I knew what came next. Even with Uncle Joe watching. 

“Let’s make it go away.” Daddy got up to fetch the shaving mug with its big badger brush. And he brought the scary straight razor. 

In no time he’d whipped up a big froth of foam, and flipped his fingers up, up. I swallowed hard and rose to lean against the rim of the tub, my legs spread. I liked the shaving cream part; that was tickly. I knew better than to make a fuss about being watched. I waited silently while he painted me with foam...

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