Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2015 00:02:33 -0400
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 9

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The next morning I sat at my perch at the workbench absorbed in another
project.  I designed this house and shop so I would have a good view of the
street.  Not many garages have large double windows on the side of the
garage, but I wanted plenty of natural light in the shop as well as a
vantage point to see outside.  It has paid off as a design feature.  I can
sit at the bench and work, yet not miss anything going on in the
neighborhood.  Blinds kept others from looking in, for the most part.

I glanced up and saw Meg and Laura ride by on their newly repaired bikes.  They
went by several times and seemed to be looking my way and carrying on some
sort of conversation.  I heard their little high-pitched voices rise and
then Laura took off down the street, leaving Meg behind, straddling her
bike close to my driveway.  I had to see what that was about, so I hit the
garage door opener.

"Hey Meg," I said.  "What's going on?"  She hung her head and looked at the
ground.

"Nothing," she replied.  I could see I wasn't going to get much
conversation out of her.

"Was Laura mad at you?" I asked.  Meg shook her head no.

"Are you mad at Laura?" I asked.  She nodded her head yes, but still didn't
look up from the pavement.

"What did she do to deserve that?" I asked.  She just shrugged her
shoulders in a non-answer sort of way.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

"I don't know." She replied, still immobile.

"Want me to check out your bike?" I asked, hoping to get some sort of
response.

"OK." She said and she dismounted and pushed her bike up into the driveway.
I met her halfway and took over pushing the bike in the shop.  I closed the
overhead door behind us.  I put the kickstand down and knelt by her side.

"Now will you tell me what really is going on between you two?" I asked.  I
put my hand on her back and rubbed it.  I could swear I could see the start
of a few tears in her eyes.

"She did something and didn't tell me," she mumbled.

"Oh, yeah," I said.  "What did she do?"  She looked up into my eyes as if
asking permission to tell me.

"She and Tyler have been doing stuff together," she said.

"What kind of stuff?" I asked.  I was determined to get this out of her.

"You know," she said softly, "sex stuff."  She seemed relieved to have put
it into words.

"So," I said.  "You and Laura have been doing sex stuff all along."

"But not that," she said.

"Not what?" I asked innocently enough.

"Not fucking!" she said.  Now the damn burst and the tears came.  She threw
her arms around my neck and sobbed.

"Why does that make you so upset?" I asked.

"'Because I'm older and I should do it first!" she maintained.  She let go
of my neck and crossed her arms in front of her chest, as if to make her
point.

"I didn't know there were rules about that sort of thing," I mused.  "I'll
bet the opportunity just came up and it just happened.  Don't you think
that's how it was?"

"I guess so," she conceded.

"Did you want to be the first to do that with Tyler?" I asked.

"No, I don't care if it was Tyler," she said.  "I just thought I should be
doing it first because I'm older and she's just a little girl."  I had all
I could do not to snicker at that one.  I had to look Meg over real well
and see that she was, in fact, becoming more than just a little girl.  Her
body had more feminine definition to it than Laura's.  I could even see
some roundness in her butt and hips and her light T shirt had little mounds
on it, where Laura's was flat as a boy's.

"You don't think she was ready to do that kind of thing?" I asked.

"No, I think she was ready," she replied, "but I think she should have
waited."

"So, you're in charge, huh?" I teased.  I reached in and tickled her ribs.  She
laughed and I think she saw the silliness of that proposition.

"No. I guess I'm not in charge," she conceded.

"Meg, some things happen in life that are just out of your control," I
counselled.  "You have to take them as they come."

"I guess you're right," she said and let down her defenses.

"Now, how's this bike doing?" I asked.  She diverted her attention to the
pink bike.

"It's fine now, "she said.  "I feel I can use my whole leg to push the
pedals, and it goes where I point it, but..."

"But, what?" I asked.

"I'm sick of it being pink and girly," she said.  "I'd like it to be more
grown up looking."

"Maybe we could paint it, now that you're almost a big girl," I suggested.

"Yeah," she said, "we could paint it red!"  Her eyes got big at the thought.

"We could, but I think that's a project for another day and we'd need to
get Mom's permission, don't you think?"

"OK," she said.  "I'll ask her."  It looked like she had another concern on
her mind.

"Is there something else you'd like to do in the meantime?" I asked.  She
nodded her head and looked at the floor.  I swear her face got two shades
redder.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Can we do some sex stuff?" she asked.  I knew that was where this was
going, but I didn't want to push it.  That didn't stop my dick from pushing
out the front of my shorts.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"I know what you did with Laura," she said.  "It wasn't just Tyler who
fucked her."

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes"

"Do you think you are ready at ten and a half years old?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered.  I took her by the hand and led her towards the door
to the house.

"Are you OK with coming inside?  Is anyone likely to be looking for you?" I
asked.

"I'm OK with it," she said.  "And my mom is gone to the hairdresser.  It
will be hours before she gets home."  Now she was leading me through the
door and into the house.