"I want your cock in me everywhere you can fit it...!"
"I want to hold your sweet 12-year-old ass, gently stroking you as we kiss..."
"Can we taste each other's juices at the same time, yours in my mouth and mine in yours?"
"I want to eat you alive, you sexy little mink!"
Kelly and I had been going at it pretty strong, for a little over a week. Our email had been getting steamier with each passing day, and I could never wait to race home and see what new thing she wanted to do to me. We were both hot for each other, and we were searching desperately for a way we might get together... despite the fact that she was 12 and I was 49.
Now, suddenly, there was nothing. And the emptiness was consuming me.
I had met Kelly when she wrote to me about an incest story I had published at one of the erotic story sites. The story was actually a true tale, given to me by someone who was happily involved in a sexual relationship with his 12-year-old daughter, and had been since she was 10. It apparently touched a melancholy chord with Kelly, who wrote that she had been happy with her own father like that, but that the two of them had been found out when she was 11.
I wrote back to her, asking more about the situation, and I learned that Kelly was actually the one who had initiated the relationship. She had been sexually curious from a young age, learning to masturbate at the age of 8. She'd also had some exposure to internet porn, and had become fascinated with looking at cocks. She loved her dad, but had never explored her sexuality with him, until she realized that her mom was treating him badly. There was at least one boyfriend, and her dad knew it. Kelly heard them arguing about it, on several occasions. Many a night, he slept alone, as his wife catted around, often staying out until the next day. Kelly saw how sad her dad seemed, and she began to hate her mom. She finally decided to do something about it, one night, so she crawled into bed with her dad, and asked to touch his cock.
Dad was against it at first, but you know how little girls usually get their way... eventually, he let Kelly touch him... and then suck him. Before he knew what hit him, he was screwing her. She was overjoyed, but he cried, furious at himself for what he'd done. Kelly tried to reassure him that it was what she'd wanted, and she kept coming to his bed when her mom was out. Within a few weeks, they were doing everything together. He had given in to his daughter's charms, and they were both happier than they could remember.
But they'd been discovered sleeping together naked, and the mom turned him in to the police. He was taken away, and Kelly was questioned extensively. "Did your dad touch you in any way that made you feel uncomfortable?" they asked over and over. She refused to rat out her beloved father, insisting that they had only slept in the nude, nothing more. Everyone knew the true situation, but without Kelly's testimony, the best they could do was "corruption of a minor", meaning he shouldn't have slept naked with her. He went to jail for 5 years, the judge handing down the harshest sentence he could, given the limited charge.
Mom felt humiliated, of course... and by her own daughter! Not that she had much of a moral leg to stand on, with her sleeping around... but she started to hate Kelly with a passion. She was sure the incident would become a topic for discussion at Kelly's school, and she couldn't stand that thought. So she pulled Kelly out of school, arranging to teach her at home.
She also decided to bring home her latest boyfriend, a black man named Todd.
Kelly felt lost. The parent she had loved so much had been taken from her, leaving her with this hateful woman, day in and day out. She never saw her friends. She never got to do anything. And to top it off, she had gone from an active sex life to having nothing at all, at a time when her hormones were raging their hardest.
Not that Kelly would have lacked for sex, if that's all she'd wanted. Her uncle Kevin, her cousin Greg, and her mom's boyfriend Todd all would have been happy to oblige. They knew what had happened, and I guess they figured Kelly should spread her legs for them, too. Her uncle would put his arm around her, quietly asking if she "missed it". Todd would put his hands on her butt, squeezing it and pulling her close to him, his erection visibly tenting the front of his pants. But she didn't love them, the way she had loved her dad, and she was no slut, regardless of what they thought. So despite her precocious sexuality, she became celibate. She missed sex, and masturbation was a daily routine for her, but other than that, she only wanted her daddy back.
Enter me. Kelly had read my stories, and had fallen in love with my tender, loving touch with the young ones. So she wrote to me. I was surprised, but it sounded like she was hurting and really wanted to talk. So I wrote back.
As we communicated, she told me about her relationship with her dad, the way it had begun, the joy they had found in each other. I told her it had been a good thing, that she shouldn't feel guilty over it... that the way she and her dad had loved each other, it was a tragedy for him to have been taken away. Then she began to ask questions about me: was I married? (Yes.) If so, was I happy? (No, we're separating.) Would I be interested in "doing things" with a girl who's not yet 13? (Absolutely, if the laws weren't an issue!) Even -- surprisingly! -- was I circumsized? I tried to answer her honestly, and as our conversation got more and more intimate, I found myself falling for this girl, this strangely ancient soul in the body of an oversexed 12-year-old. And I began to look forward to our email. It became the highlight of my day.
A large part of me wanted to pick up where Kelly's dad had left off, to take his place in more ways than one. I wanted to drive to her house, scoop her into my arms and take her away from everything bad in her life. I wanted to protect her from the circling sharks in her pool. And most of all, against all caution, I wanted her. And the more we talked, the more I could see how much she was coming to want me, too.
It was a whirlwind romance from a dream. Once we admitted how we each felt, the messages back and forth got hotter and steamier with each passing day. Kelly would talk about what she wanted to do with me... I would talk about what I wanted to do with her. We'd both get hot just writing about it, and we each began to masturbate with thoughts of the other in our minds. Sometimes, I'd find myself able to cum three and four times in a day, which hadn't happened in a long time.
During this time, I also began to worry a lot about the mom's boyfriend, Todd. He seemed to have an endless supply of "child model" pictures on his computer, downloaded from those sites that show preteens in suggestive poses, wearing thongs. Most of them were of a girl who looked like she could be Kelly's twin, and Todd didn't seem shy about showing the pictures to Kelly or to anyone else, remarking on how the girl looked so much like Kelly, and how Kelly should be a model, too. (She actually sent me a few of these, just to show me what she looked like... that's how strong she thought the similarity was.) The ones that didn't look like Kelly looked like her 8-year-old sister, Jenny. I became afraid that Todd was really after the girls, and that he might decide to force himself on one of them, some night when he'd been drinking. It didn't help that he would occasionally let Kelly see his big, black cock, when it "accidentally" fell out of his underwear, and then make comments about how it was better than any cock she'd ever seen before. I tried to warn Kelly about him, but with the confidence of youth, she tended to downplay my concerns.
As Kelly began to trust me more, she also opened up about how she and Jenny had started to grow close. She had shown Jenny how to masturbate, and the two of them were learning to enjoy teasing each other's pussies. Kelly was puzzled over her inability to penetrate Jenny with her finger, so I talked her through the breaking of Jenny's hymen, to help them enrich their sexual activity. Whenever Kelly and I talked about running away together, we began to talk about taking Jenny with us. Kelly wanted me to be the one to teach Jenny how to fuck, when she was ready, because she knew I'd be gentle! It's hard to explain how honored I felt, when she said this.
Oh, our little romance had its ups and downs... like when we were racking our brains, trying to come up with a way to be together, and Kelly got really discouraged and tearful, one night, thinking of all the obstacles. I bombarded her with love, letting her know that we'd find a way, even if it took us awhile. These things only added to our passion, in the end, making it seem like far longer than a week and a half that we'd known each other. A week and a half! It feels like a year and a half, it was so intense. I wondered where this girl had been, all my life.
When I got that last, frantic email, saying "they've found out, and I can't write anymore. I love you," it was like falling off a cliff. I had come to feel so loved and wanted, and now it was all gone.
I had given Kelly my phone numbers, both as an act of trust and to let her know how to get ahold of me in an emergency. My wife and I were separating, but we were still living together until the house sold, and Kelly knew this. So I knew it would have to be a real emergency for her to risk calling me, but I wanted her to have the option. Kelly's mother had impressed on her (maybe the one good thing she'd done) how dangerous it was to give out certain information over the internet... so she'd been too afraid to give me her own address, or even her last name. All I knew was what city and state she lived in. She was a smart girl, so I had to trust her instincts. But now, there was absolutely no way for us to communicate, unless Kelly broke down and called me.
Suddenly, one day, about a month later, she finally did.
It was the middle of the night, and I awoke to my cell-phone ringing, next to the bed. I fumbled with it groggily, flipping it open and mumbling "Hello?". A young-sounding voice at the other end said, "Brian? It's Kelly!"
The shock at finally hearing her voice was almost too much. I was speechless at first. "Brian? Brian, are you there?" she asked, sounding a little frantic.
"Yes, I'm here," I answered, my heart pounding. "Is it really you?"
"It's really me! I've wondered so long about how your voice would sound..."
"What's happened?" I asked, suddenly wondering what had gone so horribly wrong to make her call. "Did Todd attack you? I swear I'll tear his balls off! I'll..."
"Not yet," she interrupted "But last night, it was almost like you warned me about. He came into my room real late, and he smelled like he'd been drinking. I had to talk really mean to him, to get him to leave."
"That bastard! I told you..." I began, knowing she wouldn't have called without a damned good reason. Taking a deep breath to calm my rising anger, I said, "Do you want me to come for you?"
"All I know is that I just can't stand it, anymore!!" she blurted. "My mom hates me more than ever, now, and I don't even think she'd believe me, if I told her about Todd. I can't live this way any longer! My uncle Kevin keeps wanting me to fuck him, and I don't want him, I want you! I want us to be together!" I heard her voice crumple into tears.
At the sound of my sweet Kelly crying, I knew what had to be done. "Okay, here's what I want you to do," I told her, as calmly as I could. "As soon as you get off the phone, I want you to grab a few things, like some clean underwear and a shirt or two, and leave. Write a quick note for your mother, telling her not to look for you, and leave it on your bed. Walk south, until you get to the Interstate, then turn west and follow it. Don't walk right on the highway shoulder, because that's usually illegal and you'll get picked up by the police... especially if they're looking for you. Stay off to the side of the highway, just follow it west. I'll come for you." I told her what I'd be driving, so she'd be less apprehensive when I pulled up near her. "It will take me about 3 hours to get there. Then we'll figure out the rest. Okay?"
"Okay," she sniffled. "I'm leaving right now. I love you!" There was a click, and she was gone.
Without any more than throwing on some clothes, and leaving my wife a cryptic note saying I'd be gone for a day or so, I was out the door. I didn't want Kelly to have very far to go on her own. On the way, I called work and left a message, saying I'd had a "family emergency" come up, and wouldn't be in for the next few days.
About 40 miles before my destination, I stopped at a clean-looking motel and booked a room for the night. Then, with the key in my pocket, I drove on.
As I got within about 25 miles of the town I knew Kelly lived in, I started watching for her. It was tough, being dark, but everything depended on me spotting her. I began to fear that I'd miss her, or that something else had happened to her. Finally, I spied a small figure, walking just off the westbound berm. It had to be her! She had only gotten about 10 miles total, if that. I took the next exit, turned the car back westward, and pulled up alongside her.
She didn't look up at first, not knowing if it would be me or some stranger... or the police, looking for her. I rolled the passenger window down. "Kelly?" I called out. "It's me, Brian!"
At that, she turned her face toward me, and I knew her in an instant, from the pictures she had sent me of that "child model" who resembled her. That long, dark hair, those doe eyes, the little patch of freckles across her nose... She broke into a smile, scrambled up over the guardrail, and suddenly she and her little bundle of clothes were in the car with me. My heart skipped a beat. "I never thought I'd see you," I told her, and with that, she fell into my arms, and we kissed, long and deep.
I didn't dare stay there for too long, so after a moment of holding my little girl for the first time, I had her buckle in and we sped off. "By the way, it's Maxwell," she said.
"What?" I asked, unsure of what she meant.
"My last name, it's Maxwell. I never told you before."
"Kelly Maxwell," I mused, rolling the name over my tongue. "What a beautiful name. Matches the person!" I took her hand, and we held onto each other as I drove.
The motel wasn't more than 30 miles from where I'd found Kelly, so it didn't take us long to get there, at highway speeds. On the way, we mostly made small talk. I think she really didn't want to get into anything serious right away, too disoriented by the whole concept of "running away from home". I hated it for her, that she had never gotten any more love than she had. The only person who had really loved her was her father, and we know how that story ended... and her little sister Jenny, but she had no more control over the situation than Kelly did.
We finally got to the motel, parked, and slipped inside. Once in the room, I turned Kelly to look at me. "You're more beautiful than I imagined," I told her. And with that, we fell into each other's arms, tearing our clothes off at the same time.
It had been many years since I'd been in bed with someone as energetic as Kelly, if ever... but it seemed she brought out more in me than I thought I had. Driven crazy with our waiting, we spent the rest of the night and most of the next day doing all the things we'd talked about. I took her young (still hairless) pussy in my mouth, driving her to the brink and then over it, while she went crazy with pleasure. She took my cock in her own mouth, delighting in bringing me to my own orgasm, controlling me as she had always said she wanted to do. Then, with both of our juices fresh on our lips, we kissed deeply, my cock finally sliding into her tight, luscious cunt, fucking frantically as I held her sweet, 12-year-old ass. Round and round we went, her young body craving pleasure and eager to give it back. Those first hours together were like dying and going to heaven.
As daylight broke, I made sure to open the door a crack and slip on the "Do Not Disturb" sign... no sense getting interrupted by some cleaning woman. We continued devouring each other all morning, until it got close to check-out time. Then I excused myself for a few minutes, pulled on some clothes, and stumbled down to the motel office, to pay for another night. I must have reeked of sex, because the girl at the desk looked at me very intently, a quizzical look on her face. She was pretty enough, but she was as plain as a sack of potatoes compared to the hot little girl waiting for me back in the room. I paid the bill and headed back to find my little Kelly again.
All the rest of the morning, and all afternoon, we fucked our brains out. Kelly wanted it from behind, she wanted to jerk me off by hand, she wanted it in her ass. She wanted to do it in "69" position. We fucked with me on top, her on top, side by side, standing up. I took her into the shower, and we fucked there, as I held her under the warm spray. There was no position we didn't use, nothing we didn't try. Night fell, and we were still going at it. Neither of us could hold back, nor did we want to.
Finally, we slowed down enough to have a conversation. We were lying side-by-side on the bed, my cock lazily slipping back and forth in her tender pussy. "I think I'm in love," I said.
Kelly punched me on the arm. "You'd better be, after all that!" she said, and then we hugged each other tightly.
"So what's the plan, man of mine?" she asked me, running a finger through my chest hair. "Are you going to take me home, or what?"
"Not just yet," I told her. "First, we have to pay a visit to your mother."
"My Mother??" Kelly asked, looking dismayed. "I wanted to get away from my mother!"
"I know, but we can't have her chasing us, can we?" I asked. "They looked through your email, didn't they? So they know where to find me, if they think you went to me. But we're going to beat them to it, and put things on our terms."
"What do you... mmmmhh!... what do you mean, 'our terms'?" she asked, as I drove deeper into her cunt, on one stroke.
"I mean I think there might be a way to make this happen without having to run off to Mexico," I told her. Then, noticing my stomach growling, I asked, "Are you hungry?"
"You mean... oohhh!... for more than you?" she asked, as we continued our lazy lovemaking. "Now that you mention it... the only thing I've had to eat, in the last day or so, was you... mmmmhhhh..."
"And the pleasure was all mine, believe... mmmmm," I said, unable to keep from pumping deeper and faster into Kelly's sweet, 12-year-old body. "Let's finish up here, then go out for dinner. Ahhhhh, God, you feel so good..." Her tight, young cunt was calling to me, and all I could do was answer, once more. I pulled her on top of me and slipped a finger into her tender, young ass, caressing her there as we pumped to a fever pitch again.
After she collapsed onto me, both of us spent, I made us both get dressed, and we went out in search of a restaurant. Our first real date!
We found a nice little place to eat, and settled into a quiet booth near the back. We both were starving, by this time, and when our food came, we dove into it with great gusto, saying very little.
As we finished our dinner and ordered dessert, I explained my plan to Kelly. "This is called a 'pre-emptive strike', " I told her. "You can figure that as soon as your mother found you missing, she called the police. I'm sure they hung around all this morning, asking a lot of questions, but by now, they're probably looking for you all over the place, wondering how far you could have gotten by this time. They might think you came to be with me. Where's the last place they'd expect you to show up?"
"My house, I get it. But how does that help us?" she asked, still not following me.
"I'm going to confront your mother myself," I said, "and tell her how it is." Then I proceeded to outline what I intended to say.
Kelly's doubts turned to hope, and she began to smile. "It just might work!" she said. Then she added, quietly enough that only I could possibly hear it, "You're so smart, I guess I haven't finished fucking your brains out. Shall we go back and finish the job?"
"Only if you're done with your dessert," I said, reaching under the table to tickle her leg.
"Silly! You ARE dessert!" she said, tickling me back. "Let's go!"
Words can't describe the desire we were feeling for each other. Kelly was all over me, as soon as we got into the car. As I drove, I cursed only having one free hand to touch her, to caress her developing breasts, to dip into her moist, young pussy. I still managed to open up her blouse that way, as our breathing got heavy again. She actually unzipped my pants and pulled me free, taking me in her mouth for an exquisite few minutes. We were back at the motel quickly, but even by then we weren't really fit to be in public.
We got out the same side, holding each other close so nobody would see her unbuttoned blouse, or my exposed cock. Since it was dark, we made it into the room without any trouble. Once inside, though, the door had barely closed before we tore each other's clothes off, taking each other as if it were the first time all over again. Kelly was an incredible lover, more intense and inventive than I had ever thought a woman could be. Our complete and total union was a passion I had never known, until now.
We made love long into the night, finally wearing each other out sometime in the wee hours. "We need to get some sleep," I said, looking at her through heavy eyelids. "Tomorrow's going to be a busy day."
"Well okay," she joked, poking me in the ribs, "you do need your rest, old man!"
"'Old man', my ass!" I said, poking her back. "I think I kept up with you pretty well, today!"
"You did just fine," she said, sighing and resting her head on my chest. "Goodnight, my love."
"Sleep well, my little kitten," I mumbled, as I fell off into a deep, contented slumber, our arms still around each other, not even wanting to let go as we slept.
In the morning (after a most erotic hot shower, of course!), I looked up a few things in the phone book, and then checked us out of the motel. I was a little more nervous about today's plans than I had let on to Kelly. Talk about walking into the lions' den! But I had to believe this would work.
First stop was for a little breakfast, and then we made a visit to a lawyer's office. He looked at me as if I were a little off-kilter, but he drew up the documents I wanted, and I paid him.
Next stop was Kelly's house. "You're sure your mother will be home?" I asked.
"She works in the afternoons, and sometimes on the weekends," Kelly replied. "She's always home in the morning."
She finally gave me her address (interesting not to have that little piece of information until after the steamy day-and-a-half we'd just had), and I drove us to her neighborhood. I cruised by her place from the front, making sure there were no regular police hanging about. I didn't want to park right there, finding a spot in an alley behind the house, instead. Then we got out of the car, and hand-in-hand, we walked around and up to her front door. "Here we go," I said, as I rang the doorbell. Kelly looked up at me and squeezed my hand, smiling nervously.
The door opened, and the look of mixed relief and shock on her mother's face was almost comical. "Kelly!!" she yelled, and almost went to hug her daughter, until she noticed me. "And who is this?" she asked.
"My name is Brian," I said, more calmly than I felt. "May we come in?"
"You!" she said, her voice dripping with venom. "You're that perv..."
"I think you should show a little more appreciation that I brought your daughter home," I interrupted, "and I'm not a pervert."
"What in hell do you want?" she sputtered.
"There are some things we need to talk about," I said. "I think you can see that I'm no axe murderer. Now, are we welcome to come in, or not?"
She finally stepped back, red-faced, and allowed us inside. She closed the door and followed us in. Kelly led us to the living room, and I quietly observed things on the way. The house and furnishings were shabby, but everything was reasonably well-kept. A younger girl appeared from another direction, wondering what the commotion was. "Mom, who came to the d... Kelly!!" she yelled, launching herself toward her sister.
She and Kelly collided in a big hug, and then she looked up at me. "Hi, Jenny. I'm Brian," I told her. Jenny looked at Kelly, smiled, and hugged her even tighter.
"Jenny, you go wait in your room..." her mom began.
"No, I think Jenny should stay right here," I interrupted. "This concerns her, too."
Her mom was flustered, but she didn't know what else to say, so we all sat down. A more gracious host would have offered something to drink, but she wasn't feeling very gracious.
"So what could you possibly have to say to me, Brian?" she began, spitting out my name as if it tasted bad in her mouth.
I felt an icy loathing for this woman, already, and I used that to steel my words. "You can call me Mr. McCarron, Mrs. Maxwell. And I have plenty to say. For starters, why did you pull Kelly out of school?"
"You know damned well why!" she hissed. "I couldn't have everyone in town talking about what that little slut did!"
"So it was to save you from embarrassment, is that it?"
"It was for her own good, too!" she insisted. "Everybody would have known about her..."
"Everyone already knows about what happened," I put in. "So how did that help her? I think you just found it embarrassing, isn't that right? Your husband found someone who loved him more than you, and it was your 11-year-old daughter. You couldn't handle it, could you? So you punished him, and you punished her. You took away her father. You took away her teachers, her classmates and all of her friends. You took away her life, dammit! You've locked her here in this prison, with someone who resents her. What kind of a life is that for a young girl?"
She opened her mouth to say something, then decided against it. I could see that my words were hitting home, so I pressed on. "On top of that, what you've done is like confining a puppy in the lions' den 'for it's own good'. Everyone knows what happened. That includes your sleazy boyfriend Todd. And he thinks Kelly would make a nice little snack on the side. Or didn't you know that?"
This brought out her claws again. "Who are you to come here and say such filthy things, you kidnapping pervert?"
"I didn't kidnap anyone, Mrs. Maxwell. Kelly couldn't stand it here anymore, and she came to me. I've brought her back to you. Now I think you should shut your mouth and listen!"
Red-faced, she nevertheless quieted down, so I continued. "Good ol' Todd has hundreds of pictures on his computer of a young girl who could be Kelly's twin. Do you know about this?"
Flustered, now, she said, "I've seen one or two of them. Why?"
"Did you notice what they were wearing? Nobody puts a thong on a 12-year-old girl for any reason other than to show off her sexy little tush. Todd has tons of pictures like that, and most of them look just like Kelly. He tells everyone how much they look like Kelly, and how she ought to be a 'model' too. He's taken ahold of Kelly and squeezed her butt in his hands, while his hard-on bulges in the front of his pants, aching for a little romp with her. He's 'accidentally' allowed his penis to fall out of his boxers in front of her, then gone on to tell her that it's better than any other penis she's ever seen. Are you getting the picture? Do you want me to go on?"
"Lies!" she hissed. "You lie..."
"Kelly is the one who told me about this," I said, "and I have no reason to think she lied to me. Do you think the police might be interested to know that you allow such a man to live here, with your young daughters? Why don't we ask them?" I pulled out my cellphone and began to dial the number of the local police, which I had memorized earlier, after looking it up at the motel.
"No, no... put that away, please..." she said, tears in her eyes, now.
I put the phone away. "And it's not just Kelly who's a target, either. He also has pictures of an even younger girl who looks a little like Jenny. They're even in a file labeled 'Jenny', so let's not kid ourselves that it's a coincidence. How long before he starts fondling her, and pressuring her for sex, too?"
Hesitantly, she turned to Jenny. "Has Todd ever done or said anything like this to you?"
"Well... he has shown me those pictures," Jenny replied shyly, the first she'd spoken since we sat down. "And he makes me sit on his lap, and tells me how cute I am. And sometimes, he pinches my butt. I don't like it!"
Tears began to run down her mom's face, now, as she admitted to herself that what I said was true. "I'm sorry, girls! I'm sorry! I was only thinking of myself..." she blubbered. Then, finding a tissue and blowing her nose, she turned back to me, redeyed. "What do you want me to do?"
"You can keep your stud boyfriend, don't worry," I said. "But I want these girls out of here. I want to adopt them."
"You what? " she said, her jaw dropping.
"You heard me. I want to adopt them. They'll both come to live with me. I can provide a much better life for both of them, and they'll get a better education than they're getting here. You'll relinquish all control of their lives. I don't have a problem with them visiting you once in awhile, if they choose, but your control over their lives is done, as of today."
"You can't just march in here, and..."
"I can still call the police, and tell them what Kelly and I know," I said, pulling the cellphone back out and flipping it open. "Which will it be? Either way, these girls are out of here. If I call the police, they'll go to foster homes, most likely, and then everyone loses. If they come with me, they'll have good lives, I promise you. You'll be rid of your daily 'embarrassment', your living reminder of what a lousy wife and mother you've been. And maybe, someday, they won't hate you anymore for what you've done."
Stung by my words, she appeared to wrestle with herself for a moment. Clearly, she felt backed into a corner, which is just what I wanted. Finally, she sagged visibly and said, "Alright -- you win. What do I have to do?"
"First of all, I need to ask Jenny something," I said. I turned to the younger girl, who had sat wide-eyed through most of the conversation. "Jenny, I know this is what Kelly wants. Is it what you want, too? I have to know that, now."
Jenny looked at her sister Kelly, then went to her, the two of them conferring in whispers for a moment. Then she turned to me. "Do you promise I can come back and visit, sometimes?" she asked.
"Absolutely," I told her. "The last thing I'd want to do is keep you away from people you love... even if you'd rather not live with them."
"Then I want to live with you and Kelly," she said.
"I'd love to have you, sweetheart," I told her. Then I turned to her mom, and pulled out the documents the lawyer had drawn up. "These are adoption petitions, and I assure you they are completely legal. There is also an affidavit stating that you willingly give up control, and that you won't do anything to hinder the process or make any further trouble. All you need to do is to sign everything at the bottom.. I'll take care of the rest of the process." I produced a pen, and handed it to her with the papers.
Seeing no choice, now, she signed everything at the proper places, and handed it all back to me without a word, looking defeated. I urged the girls to go and pack what they wanted to take with them, at least for today. As they left the room, I turned back to their mom. "I'll give you my cell-phone number, so you know how to get ahold of them if you want to," I said, softer now. "You and I both know that Kelly's and my living situation will be a little... unusual. But Kelly is an unusual girl. You have my promise that the girls will be well-cared for. I have a decent, professional job, and I make reasonably good money. They will both be loved, and they'll lack nothing."
She looked at me with what appeared to be grudging respect, trying to get her mind around all of this. "I must admit, you're not quite what I expected, Mr. McCarron," she said. "You're intelligent, respectable... and I think you really must care about Kelly, or you wouldn't even be here. You took an awful chance, you know."
"I know," I said, "but I think she's worth it."
Kelly had returned, with Jenny in tow, and was looking at me with a mixture of love and pride. "Give your mom a hug, both of you," I urged. "She'll always be your mom, and I'll make sure you get to visit, every now and then. But it might be awhile until you see her, next." It was encouraging to see Kelly and her mom both tear up a little, as they hugged. I had a feeling this might just heal their ruined relationship, given time. And I knew I had done a good thing.
As we left and walked back to the car, Kelly looked me up and down. "That was amazing!" she said. "You were incredible... and we did it!! Now we just have to deal with your family, and somehow I think you can do that, too. I love you, I love you, I love you!" she said, clinging to my side.
Jenny took my other hand. "And if Kelly loves you that much, I know I will, too. Do you promise to show me stuff, like, everything you did with her?"
I looked at Kelly, somewhat embarrassed. "Well, what do you think we talked about, while we packed?" she said, squeezing my arm. "I wanted Jenny to know just how wonderful you are!"
And so it was that I drove away with two adopted daughters, an 8-year-old and a 12 year-old who both wanted to fuck my brains out. I called my estranged wife enroute, telling her I wouldn't be back. She was bewildered, but so what? We already had an offer on the house, and it was expected to be sold within about 3 weeks, anyway. I found the three of us a place as quickly as I could, settled us in, and got the girls both enrolled in public school again.
We had a second bedroom, for the two girls, but it didn't get used all that much. Kelly slept with me, every night, if "slept" is the correct term... and a good share of the nights, Jenny stayed with us. I was her first, and I was as gentle as could be, but she learned to love sex as much as Kelly did. Before long, we were loving as a threesome... Kelly's 12-year-old pussy in my mouth, while my cock was squeezed by her 8-year-old sister's cunt, for instance. The variations were endless, the combined inventiveness of the two girls more than a match for me.
Most of all, it was Kelly who completed my life. The girl loves me completely, and I love her just as much. So I have the pleasure of watching her grow into a gorgeous young woman, with my cock deep in her cunt at every step of the way. Once she turns 18, I intend to marry her, if she still wants me. We've even talked about reversing my vasectomy, so that she could get pregnant with our child. Life is good. And for the first time in ages, I am truly a happy man.
And she said she would come again!