Emily, his ten-year old next-door neighbor, and Amy, her 11-year old best friend who lived on the other side of Emily, had been the objects of Brad's pedophilic desires for the three years he had lived in this middle class suburban neighborhood. In fact it had been the sight of the then seven and eight year old girls playing in that same front yard that had prompted Brad to purchase the adjacent house over all the others that he had looked at.

Since then, Brad had spent many a pleasant day admiring the developing bodies of the two girls as they played in Emily's yard and as a bonus had been able to enjoy seeing many of their little girl friends since Emily's house was often the center of activity for their social group.

Brad had never had cause to regret his decision to buy the house but he wished the girls' parents were a little more accepting of his attempts to befriend the families. He would love to be able to see Emily and Amy close up more often and to spend time with them. To date though, Brad had been content to merely be an observer as the two friends grew from little girls to budding adolescents.

As Brad parked his car, his neck craned over the row of bushes separating his yard from Emily's to confirm that their budding adolescent charms were as on display as his stunned eyes had told him they were and then congratulated himself on his decision to make a short Wednesday of it and come home at lunch time.

His brief glimpses of them as he drove past the lemonade stand set up in Emily's yard and again over the hedge had been of two bikini clad girls seated behind a card table. Brad had been waiting since the previous summer for the two girls to appear in bikinis. The last time he had seen them in swimsuits, both girls had been nearly flat with just the hint of puffy nipples. But during the subsequent fall, winter, and spring, Brad had watched the puffy nipples of both girls grow into the loveliest of tit buds. And now those tit buds were apparently being displayed by the two preteens for all to see. Brad knew that he had to get a closer look at the two of them, if only to confirm what his brief glimpse had seen.

Brad desperately wanted to jump out of his car and run to see up close the two stars of many a masturbation fantasy wearing bikinis. But Brad knew that given his current state of agitation, it would be obvious to anyone, including those two recent graduates of the fifth grade, that his interest was more than casual. So Brad took a moment to calm himself, then stepped out of the car, and retrieving his lap top in its shoulder bag and his brief case from the back seat, walked casually to the mailbox which had so recently suffered a brush with death, and retrieved his mail.

Brad flipped through his mail though his mind did not register any of it. After a moment or two, he glanced down the sidewalk towards Emily's house and the lemonade stand. Both girls were smiling at him and when they saw him looking their way, waved in a friendly manner.

His heart nearly bursting in his chest, Brad waved back. He tried not to stare but couldn't tear his eyes away. Emily and Amy were seated at a card table with a large poster board sign advertising lemonade for $1.00 a glass taped to the front. And they were indeed wearing bikinis or rather the tops of bikinis. Emily, who was seated in the chair nearer Brad and whose body he could see from the side, was wearing grey terry athletic shorts. He could not see Amy's bottom half behind the table but was willing to bet she was wearing gym shorts also since the two girls usually dressed the same. Brad registered all this peripherally since the center of his attention and awareness was focused on the chests of the two smiling girls.

His eyes darted between the white string bikini top of the dark complexioned and black haired Emily and the nearly identical but blue bikini top of the fair skinned and blonde Amy. To his surprise, Brad noted that despite being younger than her friend, Emily's white bikini top was filled with slightly more budding tit flesh than her older friend's blue top. Though that was not saying much since neither girl had more than a half-inch sticking out. But the tops were so skimpy that they still revealed quite a bit of their contents.

Brad had waited three long years for an opportunity like this to be able to see the two girls in such skimpy attire close up without looking like a drooling child molester to Emily's over protective mom. Every other time the girls had played in the yard dressed so scantily, Emily's mother had stood guard duty on the front porch and had given Brad the evil eye if he even ventured into his own yard. Out of habit, Brad's eyes went to that front porch and he was surprised to see that it was empty. Further emboldened by this apparent lack of immediate oversight, Brad walked down the shaded sidewalk to the lemonade stand.

When he was within a few feet, Emily, by far the more gregarious of the two girls, called out cheerily, "Hi Mr. Brad! Would you like some lemonade?" ......(cont)