The cute little blonde, green-eyed girl had only just started getting her periods two months ago. According to her Mom, Amy, tonight would be Christine's most fertile time. So even though it wasn't her usual night with Daddy, her Mom and sisters had to go without sex for tonight ( and probably tomorrow too), since the family rule was: 'Whoever's ready to breed - is the most in need."

Christine smiled a little at her reflection. Although the Breeders were a very open and giving family, sharing everything (and everyone) and frowning on possessiveness, Christine was a little jealous of her sisters and her Mom sometimes. Sometimes, she just wanted her Daddy Buzz all to herself! Unlike her sisters, Christine was very quiet and shy, and she often felt like she was being passed by for attention from Buzz in favor of her greedier and more demanding siblings. Other than her regular Wednesday nights, Christine didn't get nearly as many 'extra' fucks as her sisters, or even her Mom, who often skipped her turn so that her daughters could have some fun.

It wasn't that she was any less attractive than the other Breeder girls. Far from it, Christine was a vision of Fifth-grade loveliness. Her long blonde hair fell almost to her bottom, although today she had it done up in two long, thick pigtails. Her pert bubble-butt was wrapped in the tightest low-rider jeans she could get into. They rode so low that from behind you could tell the little girl was wearing a pink thong. Chris thought her best feature was her budding chest though, and she admired her growing mounds in the store window.

She was wearing an almost see-through white shirt, with the bottom buttons undone and the loose shirt-tails tied into a knot above her navel. One could easily see through her top and get a good look at her hot-pink training bra. Christine didn't really need a training bra yet, but she had insisted on getting it when she saw the brightly colored garment earlier that day, and Amy had relented and bought it for her. Now, as she waited for her Mom to come out of the shoe store, Christine turned this way and that, seeing how the bra looked through her shirt and wishing her boobs would get bigger. Maybe if her Daddy bred her successfully tonight, it would speed up their growth! She'd heard that was often the way it worked...

The gorgeous preteen wasn't the only one watching her sexy form modeling in the window's reflection. Over near the Mall's indoor fountain, a swarthy, middle-aged man in a long trench coat sat on a bench, furtively eyeing the sweet young girl. He'd stare at her, then look away, then stare again. His hands were thrust deeply into his coat pockets, and it appeared as if a he was wrestling with some type of small animal under there.

The cute 11-year-old was oblivious to the fact that she was being watched, however, and did a little spin, seeing how her long blonde pig-tails fell over her shoulder, the bright yellow of her hair setting off the hot-pink bra very nicely, she thought. Although Christine was too shy to talk to the boys in her school, she'd seen a few of them admiring her butt, and she knew it was the sort of heart-shaped peach that appealed to boys. She bent over a little at the waist, approving of the way her low-riders hugged her shapely rear end.

The strange man appreciated it, too. His dark eyes were absolutely riveted to the youngster's bottom. His hands were moving faster under his trench coat as he stood up, a thin slime of drool coating the edges of his mouth. He began shuffling towards the oblivious little girl, who was still absorbed in the little fashion show she was putting on in the reflection of the store window. No one seemed to notice him come up behind her. ......(cont)