Family Ad Hoc

A Story by Varangian

Spring, 2007

Even though no other car was in view, I stopped at the traffic light, more out of habit than respect for the law.� As I waited for the green signal I noticed two children shivering in the rain outside a closed supermarket.� They both carried small suitcases. �Sight of them struck a chord: early in my 27 years I had missed a ride and got stranded similarly.� Although it was dark and I was in an unsafe neighborhood, their plight compelled me to pull the car over.� They were young girls.

�What�s your problem?� I asked.� �Can I help?�

They regarded me in obvious fear.� The smaller took a step toward me but hesitated, eyes huge.� Her teeth were chattering.

I got out and opened the back door invitingly.� A curious mixture of resignation and hope settled on their faces.� First the short one then the taller rushed past me and climbed into the back seat.� I slammed their door and quickly got behind the wheel.

�Oh, it�s so warm!� one of them breathed.

I turned around to survey them.� Because it was dark, I could not make out their features, although I could tell they were about ten years old.

�Are you lost?� I asked.� �Do you want me to drive you home?�

I couldn�t tell if the larger or smaller answered. ��We don�t have a home anymore.� Mom�s in Iraq and Aunt Jenny went off with a guy.�

�You were staying with your Aunt Jenny while your mom�s in Iraq?�

�Yeah.� Aunt Jenny got evicted from the trailer park today then went off with a guy.� She told us to go to the welfare people, but I don�t know about that.�

I decided the girl who spoke was probably the elder of the two.

�Should I take you to the police?� They�ll send you to the welfare authorities.�

�No cops!� the girl shouted.� �Then everybody will get in trouble.�

�I�m hungry,� another, younger voice complained.

�We need to call Mom�s cell phone, mister,� the elder said.� �I know the number.�

�Then I�ll take you to my house.� You can make your call, while I fix you something to eat.�

�Are you going to hurt us?� asked the elder.

�I�m going to help you.�

�I�ll bet.�

* * *

We entered the house through the back door, directly into the kitchen. �I switched on the light then turned to survey my guests.

�I�m Kelly,� the taller girl said. �I�m almost twelve.� This is my sister Cindy.� She just turned ten.� What�s your name?�

�Sam Bowkin.�

We stared at each other for a moment.� Kelly stood about five feet tall, Cindy two or three inches shorter.� Both had fresh, pleasant faces and light brown hair.

�Make your phone call,� I said.� �I�ll fix you some hash and eggs.�

I soon heard muffled, excited talking coming from the hallway where the phone was located.

Kelly stuck her head into the kitchen. ��Mom wants to talk with you.�

�Mr. Bowkin,� the distant voice said, �I�m Becky Antwerp.� Kelly says she trusts you.� Could you please take care of them until I return?� I�m getting an emergency leave and should be home in four or five days.� I know this is asking a lot, but I don�t have anyone else to turn to.�

The situation was awkward for me, but I could manage babysitting for four or five days.

�Don�t worry,� I said.� �I�ll keep your kids safe.� You can check in with them at any time.�� I gave her my number.

* * *

A weather front passed through during the night, bringing with it the warm temperatures more typical of June.

�Do you have a sprinkler, Sam?� Kelly asked at about 10 in the morning.� �We want to play in the water.�

�Sure.� Go get your swim suits on and I�ll set the sprinkler in the back yard.�

�We don�t have swim suits, Sam,� Kelly said before dashing up the stairs.

No swim suits!� Scraggly unwashed hair.� Dirty finger nails.� These kids needed some instruction in personal hygiene.

I had just finished setting up the sprinkler, when they bounded off the back porch and came running into the yard. �Living in the country, I had no neighbors in sight.

They were both clad in thin cotton panties.� Cindy wore a T-shirt.� Kelly had on some flimsy upper garment that left most of her chest and stomach bare.� I found their legs to be stunning, especially the thighs.� I had never thought about little girl sexiness before. �A stirring in my cock surprised me.

I went back inside to continue working in my study, unmindful of the joyous squeals from the back yard.� Half an hour later I was in the kitchen for some reason and looked out the back window to see the girls standing away from the spray.

�If you�re done,� I called out the back door, �turn off the water.�

�Can we have a blanket?� Kelly shouted as Cindy turned the water off.� �We want to lie in the sun.�

I took a blanket to a dry, sunny spot.� They followed me, spread the blanket and reclined upon it as I rolled up the hose.� I did the task slowly, because I wanted to ogle the girls who lay with wrists over their eyes in the glaring sun.

The water had turned their panties transparent.� I could see the hairless pussies clearly.� Kelly�s clit hood poked out slightly.� More than that, her small tits were fully visible beneath the wet and skimpy upper garment.� Cindy�s red T-shirt hid her chest, but the wet fabric clung tightly and I noticed small bumps in the appropriate places.� Again, their calves and thighs were stunning.

But their hair was grimy.� I hoped they didn�t have lice.

�I�m going to wash your hair,� I said.� �I�ll be back in a minute.�

I went inside and fetched a bottle of shampoo from the upstairs bathroom then returned to the yard.� I started with Kelly.

�You�re enjoying this,� she said as I sudsed her wet hair.

�So what?� I responded.� �Your hair is greasy and filthy.� I�ll buy you brushes.�

I scrubbed her head, after which I could not resist fondling her shoulders, much like a barber.� She didn�t flinch.

Then it was Cindy�s turn.� From behind I could look down her T-shirt that opened at the top as she leaned forward.� I washed her hair while staring at beautiful swollen nubbins.� I caught Kelly staring at me with a cynical expression on her young face.� I then rinsed them both with the hose.

Some day in the not too distant future, I thought, lucky boys, unaware of their good fortune, were going to fondle and fuck those gorgeous bodies.� I felt jealous.

* * *

The next day I read in the paper that Spec. Becky Antwerp had been blown up and killed on the highway to the Baghdad airport.

* * *

�

Kelly, Cindy and I attended the funeral, along with representatives of three veteran�s organizations.� Aunt Jenny was not to be found.� Also present were two soldiers in crisp uniforms festooned with ribbons and a stranger in civilian clothes.

Following the service the civilian approached and asked the girls if they were Kelly and Cindy Antwerp.� They dumbly nodded at the stranger.

Days earlier I had contacted a shady guy I knew who, at an exorbitant cost, produced the necessary, forged documents that attested to my parentage of the girls.

�I�m their father,� I said to the man.� �May I help you?�

�Their father?� the man asked.� �There�s no record that Becky Antwerp was married.�

�You may check the county recorder�s office for your records,� I said tersely.� What is this about?�

�I�m Greg Fowler from the Veterans� Administration,� he explained.� �We�d lost track of your daughters.� Perhaps you moved recently.� Your daughters are the designated beneficiaries of Specialist Antwerp�s death benefit.� It amounts to $100,000.�

�I see.� This is an important matter, Mr. Fowler.� Perhaps I should explain.� Since Kelly�s birth, Becky and I lived together unmarried because my parents objected to her religion.� When Becky was posted to Iraq, we decided to have a civil marriage just in case.� You can view the documentation in the recorder�s office.�

Fowler promised to check everything out, and he wrote down my address and phone number.

* * *

For the first time in six weeks I heard Kelly laugh and Cindy giggle.� They were recovering from their grief.

Kelly turned twelve in mid August, a couple of weeks before school resumed.� We went out to a fine restaurant to celebrate.� The girls were clad in spiffy summer outfits that I had purchased for them along with a full new wardrobe.

�I know why you�re doing this, Sam,� Kelly told me when we found ourselves alone for a moment.� �Cindy doesn�t.�

�You�re referring to sex?� I asked.

�Yeah.�

The girl did not frown or grimace.� She looked me straight in the eyes with a composed expression on her pretty face.

�It�s more than sex, Kelly, although that�s part of it.�

�I know.�

�I won�t pressure you,� I said.� �You can say no and we�ll live together as a family.�

�I won�t say no.� I can guess it�s important to you.�

�But what about you, Kelly?� I have no intention of taking advantage of you.� I don�t want a sullen sex slave as my toy.�

�I�m curious, Sam, even though you�re a lot older guy than I ��

�Than you wanted?�

She looked away.

I said, �You�ve been thinking a lot about this, haven�t you?�

�Right from the beginning.� I know about guys and sex.� Aunt Jenny�s boy friend, uh, touched me a few times.�

�Let�s see how this turns our, darling, one way or the other.� You and Cindy are my daughters now.� I�m committed.�

* * *

I didn�t seek to touch Kelly inappropriately.� I masturbated frequently.� The school year began and I joined the PTA.

One night, three weeks into the school year, Kelly came into my room where I was reading in bed. �She was clad in a skimpy nightgown that scarcely covered her upper thighs.� She was gorgeous!� Small tits pushed forth.� The legs were magnificent.

�Cindy�s asleep,� she said.

�Do you want to talk?� I asked, putting my book aside.

Without answering, she climbed onto the bed to lie beside me.

�You�ve made up your mind?� I asked.

She nodded, working her head into the pillow.� �I know how important this is for you, Sam, and you�re all we�ve got.�

�I�ll admit I�d like to know you sexually, Kelly, but it isn�t necessary.� I�ll love you no matter what.�

�I want you to teach me, Sam.� I�m curious.�

I pulled her to me for a kiss.� I had pecked the girls� cheeks and lips before, but this kiss went far beyond those innocent busses.� We touched tongues as my hand cupped a breast that did not fill my palm.� It was so soft but not flabby.

�What do you know about sex?� I whispered in her ear.

�I know how babies are made.� I know it�s supposed to be fun.�

�You said you�d been touched before.� What was that like?�

�He did it three, no, four times.� He was always drunk.� He pushed his fingers into me.� It really hurt, especially the first time.�

�I�ll never hurt you, darling,� I whispered.� �I want you selfishly, but I hope to give you pleasure.�

�I hope so too.�

She helped me pull off the nightie and lay back again.� Her body was exquisite!� Small hairs curled at her labia and a few more silky strands fanned above.� Small, brown knobs surmounted her pubescent tits.� But her ample, yet firm thighs enflamed me most of all.� I stroked their softness as we kissed again.

�We won�t go all the way,� I whispered.� �I don�t want to get you pregnant.�

�But going all the way is what I wanted!�

�I�ll get some condoms tomorrow, darling.� In a few months you�ll start your periods then I�ll get birth control pills for you.�

�But what about now?�

�You won�t be disappointed.� I promise.�

It was a promise that I was certain I could keep, because of an older woman who befriended me when I was seventeen.� She taught me the art of pleasuring a female with tongue and lips.� For the next ten years and a dozen women I had been consistently successful.

I went down on young Kelly and soon achieved marvelous results.� She bucked, groaned and cried out in orgasm.� Now totally aroused, I decided to take a chance.

�I�ll put myself into you,� I told her, �but only for a moment.�

Her breathing was still uneven in the aftermath of her ecstasy.� I stripped down quickly.

�That won�t fit!� she cried upon seeing my very long and fat cock.

�Trust me, darling,� I said, rolling between her legs.

She stared up at me as I positioned my member.� Her mouth gaped and eyes widened as I slowly penetrated her warm tightness, pressing in all the way.� Apparently Aunt Jenny�s boyfriend had opened her up.� Then I pulled out.

�Please!� she cried.� �Do it some more!�

Instead I went down on her again to relieve her lustful urge.� Young Kelly was a screamer.

Afterwards, holding her to me in a one-armed embrace I began to whack off.

�What are you doing?� she asked.

�I need my own pleasure, darling, urgently.�

�Can I help?�

�Will you suck on me?�

She hesitated a moment then positioned herself between my out-spread legs.� After gripping my cock with both hands, she tentatively lowered her head to lick my knob.

�Suck on it,� I urged her.

She hesitated but finally fitted her lips around it and began to suck.� Like seventy percent of males, I was an oozer, not a shooter.� I did not fear gagging the inexperienced girl.

It didn�t take long.� The tingle in my cock head reached a point of no return.

As I began to come, she recoiled, sputtering and spitting.� I finished myself by hand.

�I didn�t expect that,� she said after wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

�Let�s sleep now, darling.� Let�s sleep together.�

I then turned off the lamp and we cuddled.

* * *

I awoke at dawn, discovered Kelly gone and found her in her own room curled up on her side, still naked.� I gazed at her young beauty � those fantastic legs and pubescent tits.� The memory of having sex with the child did not weigh upon my conscience, although I had not previously lusted after such a young girl.� I would buy condoms that morning, and we would fuck more than once that day and evening.

I checked in on Cindy.� She slept clad just in panties with a thumb held lightly in her mouth.� Her legs too were magnificent despite the young age.� Her nipples were enlarged, already growing.� The slightly rotund tummy was enticing.� What was I going to do with this child? I wondered.

I returned to my room, dressed and went down to the kitchen for my morning routine of coffee and the daily paper.

* * *

Kelly and I fucked deliciously that evening after Cindy had fallen asleep.� We came off marvelously, she first.� Afterwards the girl rolled the sodden condom off my cock then sucked my knob dry.

�You like sex,� I said.

�I love it!

�I can�t have you going wild with boys.�

�I won�t, Sam.� I�ll hang with you until you let me go.�

�And go wild at sixteen?�

�Probably.�

I stroked an exquisite, feminine thigh, shapely and soft, and sucked on a pubescent tit.

�Do you want another go?� I asked.

�Let�s first talk about Cindy.�

�She�s beautiful,� I said.

�I know.� We�re very close.�

�How close?�

�Don�t ask that!�

�She has such lovely legs,� I said.

�She�s only ten.�

�I know that, but they�re still sexy.�

�Sam, ain�t I enough for you?�

�You want to protect her from me?� What is this, Kelly?� I could give her the same pleasure that I give to you.�

�But she�s a virgin!� You�re too big!�

�She must know what you and I are doing together.� She may feel left out.�

�I told her, Sam.� I tell her everything.�

�And?�

�She wants to see your dick.� She doesn�t believe it�s as big as I say.�

�Then I�ll show it to her.�

�You want more than that, Sam!�

�I don�t lust after her, Kelly, and I don�t intend to lure her into sex.� But what if she wants to join us in the shower stall?� What if she wants to watch us in bed together?�

�Yeah, Sam, that�ll happen.�� She suddenly grinned.� �It might be fun!�

�I�ll wait until she�s larger before I rip into her.� But, Kelly, there are so many options short of that.�

Kelly�s pretty face became mischievous.

�Let�s sleep together tonight, Sam, the three of us.�

* * *

Cindy was willing � eager in fact.

�I want to see how big you are,� she told me after we gathered in my room with its large bed.

Kelly seemed to be in control.� After all it was her idea.� I didn�t know what to expect, and I would do no more than use my hands and mouth on Cindy�s young body that lacked tits and hips.

Cindy sat on the side of the bed clad just in panties and watched me undress.� Kelly got naked before me and climbed onto the mattress.

�You�ll see,� Kelly said to her sister, whom she embraced from behind.� �It�s a monster!�

Cindy gasped when I revealed it fully erect and cried, �How does that fit into you, Kelly?�

�It feels fantastic, but it�d hurt you.� Now take your panties off.�

As I watched, Kelly pulled her sister fully onto the mattress and removed her underpants with much wriggling and giggling.� The older girl threw the garment off the bed.� I assumed the two girls normally played naked with each other, but I didn�t know the extent of it.� Cindy lay back calmly, reached up a hand and caressed Kelly�s breast.

�What are we going to do now, Daddy?� Cindy asked, looking up at me.

I wasn�t at all sure.� Of the numerous options, I chose one.� �I�m going to kiss you all over.�

The girl squealed.

After climbing onto the bed I began an oral inspection of the pretty girl�s body from forehead to toes, which I sucked, producing squeals of hilarious delight that quieted when I began to eat out her hairless pussy.

She shortly emitted new sounds � moans, sighs and groans.

�Oh, Daddy!� she eventually cried and bucked at my face.

I rose to lie half atop her.� �Did I do as well as Kelly?� I whispered.

She looked at me in surprise and a tinge of embarrassment colored her cheeks.

�You do it differently,� she whispered back.

* * *

We didn�t fall asleep until late.� Cindy blew me, following Kelly�s instruction.� The girls showered together then made love to each other as I watched the remarkably beautiful scene.� Finally Kelly and I fucked with her on top.� Cindy observed with her head resting on my stomach. �As usual, Kelly came with an accompanying shriek of ecstasy, which set off Cindy.

�Do it to me, Daddy!� Please!�

�I shall someday, darling.� Now let�s go to sleep.

With the lights out I curled up on the edge of the mattress.� The girls behind me whispered, giggled and pleasured each other as I finally dozed off, a fully contented man.

I awoke after dawn and slid cautiously out of bed, not wanting to wake the two naked beauties.� In the kitchen I put on a pot of coffee then retrieved the newspaper from the front porch.� The headline stunned me.

SOLDIER ALIVE!� WRONG ONE BURIED.

At Walter Reed Medical Center a female soldier who had been critically

injured by a roadside bomb in Iraq woke from a coma that had lasted

for a number of months.� She identified herself as Spec. Becky Antwerp.

I dropped the paper on the table.� That was enough information to threaten my future liberty.� I couldn�t run away.� I had to tell the girls.

First I called Walter Reed to confirm the report, identifying myself as Becky�s husband, which I legally was, according to my perfect forgery of a wedding license and copy implanted into the county record.� It was true.� She was alive and would be released in a couple of weeks.� The person to whom I spoke congratulated me and said that God works in mysterious ways.

I then went up to my bedroom, quietly shook Kelly awake and led the groggy girl downstairs to the kitchen.

�There�s wonderful news,� I said with forced cheerfulness.

�Like what?�

I gave her the newspaper and pointed out the article.

Her mouth fell open as she read.� She began to bawl convulsively.� I embraced her until she quieted.

�Go tell your sister,� I said.

* * *

At the hospital I insisted that the girls go in to visit their mother.� I stayed in the corridor, resigned to spending years in prison for rape and child abuse.� I would be deprived of liberty, but I�d retain exquisite memories.

�Mom wants to talk to you, Sam,� Kelly said.� She and Cindy stood at my elbow.

I hunched my shoulders and entered the sickroom.� Their mother neither smiled nor glared at me.

�We thought you were dead, Ms. Antwerp,� I said at the side of her bed.

�Ms. Antwerp?� We should be on a first name basis, Sam, considering that we�re married, even though I can�t recall the ceremony.�

�I arranged that � �I didn�t know what else to do. �That way I could keep the girls and not hand them over to foster care.�

�Kelly has told me everything, Sam.�

�Everything?�

�Yes.� I don�t want to discuss certain things right now, but I should assure you that because of my past experience as a young girl, my opinion of such matters is radically different from the mainstream.�

She was a well-spoken woman approaching thirty, and she was attractive like her daughters, in a more grown up way of course.

�I have a nice house and good income,� I said, hoping I was understanding her correctly.

She barked a brief laugh.� �You don�t have to bribe me, Sam, although I�ve never had a pot to piss in.� The girls love you, and that�s what counts.� We�re married, man!� How about a kiss for your wounded wife?�

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