Paul, Angela and Jenny 4: Paul's Dirty Mind By Subboy Paul Subboy_paul@hotmail.com copyright 2002 by Subboy Paul, all rights reserved * * * * * This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. Author's Note: Feel free to post this story on any FREE site. All I ask is that you email me to let me know where it is posted. Thank You. * * * * * Two days after Angela and Jenny had spanked Paul he decided to go up to his room early. He hadn't been in bed long when he heard someone in the bathroom, which was next to his room. Who ever it was had began to run a bath, then he heard them leave the bathroom. He could not resist opening his bedroom door to find out who it was. His curiosity was soon answered as he saw Jenny coming out of the girls' bedroom carrying her dressing gown heading for the bathroom. Paul closed his bedroom door and got back into bed. From his bed Paul could hear the water running into the bath. His imagination began to work overtime as he pictured the blond Jenny taking off her clothes. His hand went to his swelling prick. First she took of her tee-shirt, then her skirt to reveal her light blue knickers - the ones she had been wearing when she was up the tree. Then Jenny undid her bra and took it off to expose her lovely big round tits. Paul's hand was working harder as he pictured Jenny the other side of the wall. Lastly Jenny pushed down her light blue knickers. Paul heard the water stop running. Now he could hear Jenny humming to herself he could also hear her splashing the water about in the bath. In his mind Paul could see the girl stretched out in the bath in all her glorious nakedness. He could see her lovely tits and her patch of blond curls at the base of her tummy. Paul's hand moved up and down his prick with extra urgency. In his mind Jenny was rubbing her tits with soapy hands. Suddenly Paul came. The next morning Paul was woken early by the sun shinning into his room. As usual when he woke his prick was hard. He lay in his bed thinking about the girls and gently rubbing his swollen member. Outside he could hear the birds singing, he decided that maybe he shouldn't play with himself so much. He would get up and go outside for a walk. Paul dressed quickly and went to the bathroom. As he was coming out he nearly bumped into his cousin Angela who was on her way to the bathroom. He long dark hair was all tussled and she still looked half asleep. Angela was wearing a short whit cotton nightshirt which Paul thought he could see through. He could certainly see two dark patches on her chest and a darker patch at the top of her thighs. "Oh!" Exclaimed Angela, who was embarrassed at being seen in such a state of undress. "I didn't think anyone else was about. I was just going to the bathroom." She said, then realised that it was obvious what she was doing. "Why are you up and dressed so early?" Paul, who had been trying to look at his dark-haired cousins tits through the thin material without making his gaze too obvious replied, "I was woken by the sun shining through my curtains and thought it would be nice to be outside, so that's what I am doing." He wished he could think of a way to prolong his conversation with the half asleep girl but he couldn't. Angela went past him and he turned his head to be able to get a look at her bottom through the thin material. "See you at breakfast." He said as she disappeared into the bathroom. Paul left the house and walked down the garden towards the summerhouse that had been the scene of his caning and where the two girls had played with his prick and made him come just as Aunt Eva had walked in. His prick began to swell again. Paul put his hand down his trousers and began to stroke himself. Suddenly he took his hand away, he was determined not to over indulge in the habit of playing with himself. If he did it to often, well, anything could happen. He continued his walk trying to think of anything but the two girls, of Jenny in the bath soaping her tits, or of Angela in that almost see though night shirt. "The birds are singing the flowers are out," think of those sort of things he said to himself. "The sun is warm it's going to be a nice day maybe we can have a picnic" he mused. Paul made his way back to the house. When he went in Angela was up and dressed. "Good morning again Paul," she greeted he younger cousin, "have you had a good walk? Was the garden nice? I think it will be a good day for a picnic, would you like to come?" Paul wasn't thinking of the garden nor picnics but about the last time he had his cousin, when she was wearing that rather see though nightshirt. "Oh er and a very good morning to you cousin." Responded Paul, shaking himself out of his dream. "Yes, yes and yes please." he added, feeling rather pleased that he had managed to answer his cousins three questions correctly without stumbling, why did he always get so flustered when he was with the girls? "It's such a lovely day, I'll just go and put my shorts on then I'll be ready for breakfast." Paul made his way up to his room. As he was about to go past the girls' room he noticed the door wasn't quite shut. He couldn't help himself and just had a peek in. He saw Jenny's reflection in the dressing table mirror. What Paul saw made him stop and look again. Jenny was facing away from the mirror and had just taken her nightie off. Paul was transfixed, he had never seen a girl nude before, not even from the back. He watched as she put on her small white knickers and a white bra, as she turned towards the door Paul realised with a scare that if he was caught he would be in BIG trouble, he turned and went to his room. Now his prick was really swollen, he just couldn't control the thing. Paul took off his trousers in order to change into his shorts. With no trousers on his prick was very accessible, he couldn't resist giving it a little rub before he put his shorts on.