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Unlikely Babysitters. Chapter III. Temptation.

A temptation.  Until that very moment, he had not considered Maggie as such, but now he realised how deep the curiosity he felt for the baby went.  He thought: ‘Maggie had obviously liked how his fingers had delicately rubbed her slit, so maybe I could…’  But he turned his head fiercely, as if he had received a blow.  He wondered if this temptation made him a bad person or if it was just natural for a boy his age to be attracted to a naked female, even if she was just a baby.   His eyes fell upon the now happy child, who was playing with some plastic hoops while sucking on her pacifier.  He shifted his gaze to Bart, feeling the droplets of embarrassment sweat form on his brow.  He didn’t know how Bart would take this new bit of information.  Sure Bart knew how much he liked sexy Lisa, but Maggie was uncharted territory.  He probed his friend with his eyes, trying to make out his thoughts.

Bart couldn’t help but grin as his friend stood there, obviously scared, even though he didn’t need to be.  Once more, Bart was no stranger to controversy and on more than one occasion, he had wondered himself how sex could feel.  He had imagined it with the twins at school, Lisa, his own mother as well, and even with Maggie.  He knew enough about sex to understand that full penetration was not possible, just contact with her genitals, but the experience was very enticing to him.  He had never been curious enough to dare it before today, but now that he stood with his friend by his side, his curiosity took flame and he decided then and there to try it out.

“Alright Maggie,” he said, taking her in his arms.  “We’re going to go have some fun.”  Bart motioned to his friend to follow him and they both went to boy’s bedroom.  Milhouse shut the door behind them and opened the window to hear the car if it approached.  Once satisfied that he had done everything possible to ensure their privacy, Milhouse nervously joined Bart on the bed.  He had already removed the girl’s pyjamas, and once Milhouse had joined him, he undid the flaps of the Mickey diaper, exposing her small body to the boys.

For a moment they both just stared at her, just lying down near her as if everything was normal.  They were curious and curiosity was first satisfied by sight.  Not surprisingly, it was Bart who made the first move and let his fingers slide up her leg before softly touching her undeveloped sex.  The baby shivered and cooed at his touch and it encouraged him to act further, using his other hand to pass along the undeveloped mounts of her breasts.

Milhouse was surprised at how gentle Bart was with his little sister.  Not that he had expected him to be brutal, but his friend was known to be chaotic and unpredictable in often destructive ways.  But for this, for her, Bart was slow and soft and Maggie smiled in response, clapping her small hands and lifting her legs as if she wanted more.

Perhaps she did.  At least Bart took the sign as encouragement and continued his exploration of the small body.  He felt every inch of skin, felt each gentle curve and muscle, much to her continued delight.  After a few minutes of exploration, Bart looked to Milhouse and offered the blue haired boy one of his natural cocky grins.

“Are you just going to sit there with a hard on or are you going to join in?”  He asked, noting the prominent bulge in Milhouse’s pants.  Milhouse felt his cheeks go red and clumsily ran his fingers down Maggie’s slit, just like earlier.  He was rewarded with another, louder moan that was definitely one of arousal.  His boyhood was now pressing painfully against his clothing, but he wasn’t about to remove them first: he’d never hear the end of it.  Besides, he was far too shy for that.

Instead, he kept satisfied with Maggie’s giggles of pleasure as the length of his index finger slid against her tight sensual lips.  He enjoyed hearing Maggie’s cries of delight and forgetting his shyness for a brief moment, he pressed his face between her tiny thighs and slipped his tongue along her slit.  It vaguely tasted of chalk at first, but once the talcum powder cleaned off, he could taste something else.  The boy couldn’t describe it to himself, but the thought that he was tasting woman, even if she was only one year old, only aroused him more.

Bart, who had been sliding his hands across her chest, was shocked when Milhouse leaned in and began licking his sister.  Now his own boyhood was begging for release, but he ignored the sensation.  Sliding his right hand down the cooing child’s belly, he reached her nether region, making Milhouse raise his head.  But Bart wasn’t trying to intrude and on the contrary, he gently spread her lower lips apart, giving him better access to it.

“Now try,” he commanded and Milhouse obeyed, his pink tongue sliding across Maggie’s virgin hole.  He tasted her warmth again, the taste now much more potent than before.  He enjoyed the taste, but was curious to see how Maggie would react to other stimuli as well.  Raising his head again, Milhouse inserted half an inch of his finger inside the slit and began gentle probes into her warm insides.  He didn’t push too hard, quickly stopping when he met some resistance and instead moved his finger in tight circles, making Maggie coo louder at the sensation.  Milhouse never would have thought a baby to be so sensitive.

“Ok, my turn now,” Bart said and his friend reluctantly relinquished the place.  Bart went straight to the pussy and tongue lashed it repeatedly, each strike making Maggie jump a bit and whimper but she was definitely not in pain.  The baby had never felt like this before and her young age only intensified the experience.  Milhouse watched in fascination at Maggie’s innocent face, her expressions of pure pleasure at her brother’s roving tongue was driving the blue haired youth crazy with lust.

And suddenly, as if on cue, Maggie’s hand brushed up against his throbbing boyhood.  That act, innocent and unconscious as it was, driven by the pleasure her brother brought her, made Milhouse moan slightly and he instinctively moved his hips closer to the child in hopes of a second touch.  He didn’t have to wait long, for as Bart continued to taste Maggie’s depths her hand reached up and took a firm hold on the cloth covering Milhouse’s raging organ with her small hand, bringing Milhouse to a moan of his own.

He no longer cared of Bart’s presence, of what the rebellious boy might think of his best friend.  Bart had brought him to his young sister, shown him that in this place nothing would be taboo and Milhouse would take advantage of it.  Without ritual or warning, he removed his pants and briefs and shoved them aside.  He then approached the little girl once more, shaving his hips and balancing in boy pecker in front of her eyes, hoping that Maggie would grab him again, but this time more directly.

Bart smiled as he saw the aroused trance his friend was in.  He had not expected Milhouse to go through such a drastic change, but he was proud that his friend was finally getting some guts.  Moments later, his own clothes had joined the pile Milhouse had created  With both boys now nude from the waist down, Maggie stopped her cooing to stare at them in turn.

She couldn’t understand how surreal the situation was, but could still feel that things were different.  Milhouse and Bart were different, not only because they were naked, but also because of their demeanor.  Her eyes followed Milhouse’s swinging hard pecker and she curiously reached her hand up to grab it, giving it a few tugs, and giggling at the funny face he made.  It was then that she felt a new warmth on her body as Bart had laid his own erection across her sex and belly, his smooth sack brushing against her tiny slit.  He did not try to penetrate, somehow aware of how harmful that would be, but had no qualms about rubbing his genitals against hers.

to be continued…

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