He stood outside on the front lawn with his girls, watching them while his wife made dinner. He smiled to himself as he gazed upon their bodies, his cock twitching each time one of them bent over. He was in a fog and hardly noticed little Michelle when she walked past their house.

Jenny called out to her friend, "Michelle! What's the matter?"

The girl's tear stained face looked up and she replied, "N-n-nothing."

Feeling bad for Jenny's friend, John went over and kneeled down next to the bike she was holding beside her.

"Michelle, what's wrong, honey? You can tell me." John asked tenderly.

Without hesitation, Michelle blurted out, "My mommy and daddy went away and my big brother is supposed to watch me, only he doesn't want to and he's mean to me and he said to stay away from him and I wanted to ride his bike and I took it without telling him and and and..... I fell down and I hurt myself and I messed up his bike bad and now he's going to hate me and he's gonna be real mad and I'm scared..."

John just stood there, mouth open...amazed that such a little girl could go on so long without taking a breath. He looked at her closely, noticing her knee was skinned, and her school uniform a bit disheveled. It was clear that Michelle was petrified at the thought of her brother finding out she took his bike without permission.

"Well, Michelle, honey, calm down, let's have a look." John said as he inspected the bike carefully.

It was nothing serious as far as John was concerned, the chain that had come off and a few scuffs were there that could be buffed out. Nevertheless, John knew an opportunity when he saw one, and in the state of mind he was in, there was no way in hell he was going to pass this one up.

As Michelle wiped her tears, John took the bike from her and wheeled it into the garage...the little girl following closely on his heels. In a matter of seconds, he had the bike flipped over and was working on fixing the chain, all the while, Michelle looking on in amazement.

John eyed the little girl before him. Her little black patent leather shoes contrasting against her stark white socks spotted with mud that came up to her knees. His gaze traveled up just a bit to her creamy thighs he would have given anything to touch and then to the plaid skirt that hid what he wanted to see most. Just above was her white blouse that had gotten dirty from the fall. John noticed that the top button was undone and thought about just reaching his hand in slowly to feel the breasts that had not yet formed on this beautiful girl.

John eyed Michelle's long blonde hair that spilled over her shoulders, framing her long neck and beautiful face that he wanted to kiss all over. Her blue eyes were stunning against the redness that revealed her tears, and her lips pouted slightly, parting enough for John to get a glimpse of her little pink tongue he could almost feel on his throbbing cock.

It didn't take long for John to fix the bike, mostly because he worked as fast as he could, already having a plan in mind. Once the chain was where it belonged, John quickly buffed out the scratches on the red paint, making the bike look better than it had originally.

"OK, Michelle," John said, "You're all set."

Michelle still seemed a bit concerned.

"Michelle, would you like me to take you home?"

Her face lit up, and Michelle nodded her head quickly. "I don't wanna get in trouble, can you tell my brother it wasn't my fault and not to be mad?".......(cont)