Confession
It was a long afternoon and I did allsorts of chores around the house just to keep myself occupied. Just before dinnertime I dressed all in white again and went over to their house.
I rang the doorbell and after a short while the door was opened by a naked Josephine.
"Panth!" she cried. "Come in My Love." She hugged me and kissed me insistently.
"Princess!" I cried. "Lovely to see you ... I love your outfit!"
"Thanks," she said and did a pirouette before she closed the door. "I've been talking to Dad and he wants to talk to you."
I look consternated. "You did?"
"I did! And Dad really wants to talk to you seriously, he said."
"Aw," I said. "Is he all right with us?"
"I think so. I mean, he didn't blow a gasket or anything when I told him what we did. But let's see what he says."
I drew a deep breath. I wasn't sure if I was prepared for this. Then again ... "OK, let's go."
Out in the garden Paul greeted me warmly and some of my fears vanished. I wasn't totally sure yet that he was OK with it, but it started well.
"Grab a beer and let's talk about you and Joe."
I sighed and mumbled, "Thanks."
"Look, he said. Joe has told me all about the last two days and I can't see you doing anything wrong. You haven't molested her in any way, you have told her your doubts and you have gone to lengths not to harm her. I honestly haven't got a problem with that."
I must have looked quite relieved.
"In fact, for reason that will be clear in a moment, I hope you two can stay together, more or less like a couple. That would be great."
"What? Why?" I gasped.
"Well ..." Paul was a bit hesitant. "I don't really know how to say this, but ... well ..." He shook his head and I could see his eyes getting damp. He seemed on the verge of crying. "You see, I've been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. And it has spread. And it is incurable. I've got about half a year left, they say."
"But, but," I spluttered. "You look so healthy and seem to be in good form. Are you sure?" Stupid question, I know, no normal person proclaims his premature death unless it's true.
"I'm sure. Believe me, I'm trying my best but every day is a fight. And I really need somebody to take care of Joe."
"How? How can we do it?"
"well, I've given that quite some thought since I spoke with Joe earlier."
Josephine sneaked out through the door and sat in my lap, caressing my back while watching her father. One breast pressed against my side and the other just looked yummy.
Paul continued, "We will try to get you approved as a foster parent. I will talk to social services and vouch for you. I will get as many of my influential friends on to it as I can and try to work all angles."
"What about her aunties?"
"Well, her Auntie May is really my auntie, her grandmother's sister. She and my mum still lives with their husbands, those you saw in the film. And to be honest, they are lovely, but not very good a parenting. My sisters may be better at the job, but they live too far away and I somehow can't see Joe with them, can you Joe?"
Josephine shook her head. "Not really. And I love Panth and I'd like to be with him, like forever!"
Paul lifted an eyebrow. "Panth?"
Josephine laughed. "Oh that. That's short for Panther, you know: Strong, black, good looking, but rather ferocious. A good friend but a dangerous enemy."
"Paul," I cried. "She's the most precocious girl I've ever met. Did you hear her? It's absolutely amazing!"
Josephine kissed me on the lips. "Thanks, Panth! I'll return the compliment later, OK?"
Paul shook his head and smiled. "I honestly think you to make a good match. A few days ago I wouldn't even have thought of Joe being involved and I'm pretty sure I would have been ready to scare any boy, who approached her, away. And now. Now I'm more or less sanctioning her being with a man 30 years her senior. I must be more ill than I thought."
"Is there anything I can do?" I asked seriously.
He shook his head. "Not really ... Then again, maybe there is. I had a call from my doctor and he said that they would like to step up the chemotherapy, which means that I'll be very sick and probably not really be able to take proper care of Joe."
Josephine opened her mouth to say something but was pre-empted by Paul.
"I know, Joe. You are completely able to take care of yourself, but what I really don't want is for you to see me when I'm really sick and vomit and beg to die because I'm feeling like shit."
Josephine got up and hugged her father. "I know, Dad. I'll stay with Kurt and come by to see you every day."
Paul looked at me. "What do you say?"
"What can I say? Of course she can stay with me. I've got the room for her and I'd really appreciate her company. She's so lovely."
Josephine looked at me. "You're not going to relegate me to that other room again, are you?"
"I ..." I stopped when Paul laughed really hard.
"Nobody says no to Joe. I told you that already, but you seem to forget." He stopped laughing and looked at me more seriously. "Honestly, I don't mind as long as you take good care of her and don't harm her."
"I swear," I said solemnly. "I'll always take as good care of her as I possibly can and that I'll never harm her or let harm come to her."
"Fine then." Paul got up and stretched with a yawn. "I've ordered pizza and it should be here soon."
Josephine walked over to me and grabbed my hand. "Does that officially make us a pair?" she asked.
"I guess so," I replied. "And I'm proud of it!"
She beamed.
We went out in the kitchen and Paul set the table while Josephine and I held hands and looked into each other's eyes. We were in love. Hopelessly in love.
The doorbell rang and Josephine pulled me after her to the door, which she quickly opened to find a rather bemused delivery boy outside. He almost dropped the pizzas on the stairs when he saw the naked girl and he definitely couldn't keep his eyes from her ginny.
"You ordered pizza," he croaked.
"We did," Josephine said and turned around. "I think there are some money in the drawers." She bent over and the poor boy's eyes almost fell out of their sockets as he stared intently at her bum. You could actually see the outline of her ginny and I quite felt with him. I got hard and I couldn't hide it.
I quickly relieved the boy of his delivery while Josephine came back and paid him.
"Thank you," she said. "See you soon." The boy didn't move until he almost got the door in the face. Josephine giggled. "Did you see his face. I almost feel a little sorry for him. Almost."
I laughed with her. "I wonder, Darling, have you always been mischievous like this?"
"No, I've been sort of shy-like, you know. I've never been really outgoing and such. I mean, my classmates are so silly and immature and I've never liked to, like, play with them." She aimed her blue eyes at me and laughed out loud. "But after meeting you, I've sort of realised that it's fun to show off. Just think of your nice ..." She touched my dick through the fabric of my pants. "... hard willie. I love making you hard — and I'm sure you thought it fun to see the guy getting hard too."
"Yeah, he looked a little out of his depth."
We walked towards the kitchen and heard Paul yell from outside, "I'm out here. Bring the pizzas, please."
We dutifully trundled outside to the back and placed the pizzas on the table.
"What's so funny?" Paul asked seeing us laughing.
"Well ..." Josephine was unable to continue for laughter. "It's just ... Ha ha ... You should have seen the poor delivery boy as he saw my ginny ... Ha ha ... He got an instant stiffie and looked like he was about to swallow his tongue."
"You didn't ...?" Paul said with a smile in his eyes.
"I did!" Josephine hugged me while laughing. "And he ... Ha ha ha ... when I bent over ... Ha ha ... the money."
Paul looked at me and rolled his eyes. "She's a bit barmy sometimes. Come on! Sit down and eat."
I realised that I was hungry and wolfed down a piece before even sitting down.
"Naughty you," Josephine said. "You have to sit down and eat. It's rude to stand up, unless it's a buffet or such."
"Yes Ma'am. Sorry Ma'am. I'll not do it again Ma'am." I sat down.
"That's better." She sat down in my lap and made a production of moving from side to side as if to find a comfortable position. She knew — and I could clearly feel — that she slid her warm ginny across my straining dick. She was a devil in an angel's disguise. She started to feed me. "Atta boy. You eat nicely and you'll get your dessert." I smiled at her play-acting.
Paul looked at us with a contended smile. He apparently liked what he saw.
"You know, Kurt," he said. "It's strange how some people seem to be meant for each other. You two ..." He shook his head. "You are made for each other, of that I'm sure, now that I've seen you together. But by God, if people learn. Have mercy upon us." He sat up straight. "Enough of this gloomy talk. How do we go about this fostering business?"
We started to discuss how we could achieve our goal and talked till late evening.
Josephine started to yawn. "I'm cold and I need my sleep," she said, showing us her goose bumps. "Or I'll be totally smashed tomorrow. Good night Dad." She kissed Paul. "Good night, Panth. I love you!" She kissed me hard and held the back of my head.
I managed to free myself for long enough to say, "Good night, Princess. I love you too." Then I was pulled back in for a kiss.
We all went inside and she skipped upstairs while Paul and I went into his den to watch another of his old films.
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