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The homeowner's face is rather red as he keeps his eyes fixed on the television. He never knew that his child molesting endeavors could lead to… this.
The little girl is sweet as candy and always has been. He's never seen her be mean a day in her life. So seeing her tug at the deadbeat's kid- even just gently at the hair- is a treat.
The two are wrestling on his bed. The fact that the neighbor's kid is pinning the other one down easily is no surprise to him. She's the size she should be for her age… if a bit short. He swears the deadbeat's could pass as a late toddler if they tried.
She's being dirty about it. Tickling them, gently hugging hair, blowing raspberries on the other's cheek.
They poke their tongue up at the girl in turn, playful. Even though they're smothered under her weight, they don't seem to mind.
It's when the little girl wraps around them- one under their back, one over their tummy- that things tense. Their... crotches, bump together decisively. Ho-ly fuck.
The deadbeat's kid tenses up, eyes wide as they look up at the girl. Then, silently, they look at him. Silently asking permission, it seems.
He frowns, and slowly says, “... I don't mind.”
“See? I told you!” The little girl chirps, pressing her crotch rougher against the other child's once more, “This'll be way comfier on the bed!”
He hears the sweetest little whimper from the deadbeat's kid, followed by giggles and the softest of moans from the girl as she starts happily humping away.
His jaw tenses. He takes a deep breath. Then, he closes his eyes, simply listening to the kids having fun beside him.
He's never been so hard in his fucking life.