Storiesonline.net ------- Life Changes by T-Rix Copyright© 2007 by T-Rix ------- Description: The story of one man's fight against society, and his desire to be free. The two young girls with him only complicate maters. Follow his life to see how he got into such a strange position, and how he turns it to his advantage. It only adds to his problems when he makes them his daughters, and his lovers. Codes: MF Mf mF Ff Mult slow harem rom 1st teen cons non-con lolita rape inc mother son fath dau les bi het Mdom rough group safe oral anal preg mod ------- ------- Warning: This is an erotic story. If you find sex offensive, then you need psychological help, not fiction. If you find erotic stories offensive then you shouldn't read this. If you like raunchy, sexual, cum dripping off the wall stories, then once again this isn't for you. This story has a plot, characters that you can identify with, and situation that could actually happen. Well it could, but you would probably only hear about it on Jerry Springer. So if you are still here then you have been warned, so blame nobody but yourself. ------- Chapter 1 The Perfect Life I was sitting there in the fading light wondering how I could have gotten myself into the position I was now in. I really didn't care about any light, or more to the point, I wasn't even aware that it was getting dark. My life had been perfect up until just two short weeks ago, now there wasn't much left of it. I had a hard time understanding how I could have lost everything in just two weeks. The more I thought about it, the more it drove me crazy. Once again everything played itself thru my mind. 8 Years Ago I was 15 when my dad died. It was one of those medical checkup things. Just something that didn't look right on the x-ray. A month later he was dead. It hit mom and me hard, watching him get sick, then just get worse, while the doctors tried one thing after another. None of it made any difference. I really believed that their treatments made dad worse, but who can really say? Then it was all over. Mom held up pretty good until they said that Dad died, and then she just seemed to fall apart. It was only little things at first, like having to repeat things to her, like she wasn't listening to you. Kind of like when you are lost in thought. That lasted for about 6 months, until it was to the point that you always called her name a few times before you said anything to her. Then it kept getting worse until you had to shake her just to get her attention. On my 17th birthday she just sat there and stared out into space. That is when my uncle Ed noticed the situation. I had tried to get out of having a party, because I knew that someone would notice the state mom was in, and I didn't need to have them taking her away and putting her in some institution. Uncle Ed did a great job helping me cover up the situation; he carried on a conversation with mom and acted like she was answering him. After about an hour, he called me over and told me loud enough for everyone to hear that mom was getting a headache, and asked me to help her upstairs, so that she could lie down for a while. Everyone bought it and I really thought that Uncle Ed was just going to look the other way, but I wasn't that lucky. The next day Uncle Ed came over and we had a long talk. Uncle Ed was dad's brother. After his death, Uncle Ed had handled all of the finances for his insurance and such. Mom didn't want to deal with it at the time, and she just never told him to stop, so he just kept handling things. As it turned out it was for the best. We took mom to a doctor. Medications didn't help, and she was getting worse. They said that she just didn't want to live any more. Uncle Ed took me to court, for an emancipation hearing, to have me declared as an adult. He told me to just be myself, and answer all of the questions honestly. They asked a lot of question about mom, and her condition. How I had taken care of her, and got the bills paid, and my school work done, and kept up with the house. I told them how I did those things and kept everybody from finding out about mom's condition. Then they asked me to step outside while they talked to the doctors, and Uncle Ed. After about 30 minutes they had me come back inside, and the judge had determined that I already understood the concepts of being responsible. I had assumed more responsibilities then most adults would hold up under, and my adult approach to the situation made me more of an adult then his court would ever be able to. He granted my emancipation. That allowed me to live on my own, and not be a ward of the court. Since I had been doing it for the last year anyway, I didn't need some pain in the ass social worker telling me to brush my teeth, and get to bed. I was glad that Uncle Ed was watching out for my ass. He put together some incorporation papers for me and explained that all of the family assets needed to be moved into the corporation. He didn't go into a lot of the details, but I knew that I trusted him. So I signed where he told me to. It was about 4 months later, when the insurance started to refuse to pay for mom that the bills started to show up. I didn't know how to handle them, so I called Uncle Ed. He took over the bills for mom, and started a law suit against the insurance company. The hospital tried to sue me for mom's bills. Uncle Ed tried to hold them off until the insurance settlement, but they brought me to court, since I was an adult and had control of the family assets. Uncle Ed tore their ass in court, showing that I had no assets, and the corporation was not liable for mom's expenses, since it was a personal bill and not a corporate bill. It seemed as though the state had a few laws about things like that as well. Since they had lost their law suit, they couldn't try to retrieve it once the insurance settlement paid off. Something about once it was denied in court once; they couldn't take it back to court again. Boy, were they pissed at their lawyers. I think that Uncle Ed started handling some of their insurance work after that. Mom was moved to a private hospital, and Uncle Ed made the arrangements. The insurance company handled all of mom's expenses after the settlement, probably because Uncle Ed monitored everything. Uncle Ed was also listed on the incorporation papers as the secretary of the company. I was the President, and Aunt Betty (Uncle Ed's wife) was the vice president. It all sounds real official, but what it really boiled down to was that Uncle Ed held the purse strings, and that I didn't have a dime. I knew that Uncle Ed would never cheat me, but I couldn't even buy a new car after I got my license. Uncle Ed wouldn't hear of it. He took me down and picked out a nice used car that would be good dependable transportation. I really wanted a sports car, but Uncle Ed just shook his head and said no, it was his responsibility to keep me from killing myself. I wasn't happy about it, but in the end Uncle Ed was probably right. I finished High School early. I had all of the credits that I needed by Christmas and I didn't have to go the last half of the year. I thought that I could screw off the rest of the year and have a great time, but once again Uncle Ed had different ideas. We really had a scrap that time. I was surprised that the neighbors didn't call the cops out with all the loud yelling. I have to admit that most of it was mine, but hell everybody wants to screw off sometime, but with Uncle Ed holding the money that made it almost impossible. I reminded him about the trust fund that he had set up for me from dads insurance. I sure was surprised when he told me that I didn't get it until I had finished college. He said that he didn't care if I got a degree in basket weaving, as long as I went to college and got a degree. I was so mad that I could have spit nails, and shit cold iron, but Uncle Ed wasn't going to budge on the issue. The winter semester started after Christmas, and he said that he would help get me signed up on the 2nd of January. College Well since I didn't have much choice, I acted like an asshole, but I went to college. We had decided that I should go to a local college, which means that Uncle Ed decided, and I didn't have much that I could say about it. At least I could still live at home, and drive my reliable transportation to school. I thought that I was finished with that chore, and now I had at least 4 more years. It was my second year that I really started to get into computers. We had a computer at home, but all I ever did with it was play games and use it like a fancy typewriter. I saw introduction to computers on the list and it was 4 credit hours. I figured, how hard could it be? By the end of the first week I really considered dropping it. Most of the people in the class thought it was boring, since they had been playing with theirs for years, but I rarely even turned mine on. I was determined that I would finish this class, if I got nothing else, at least I would know how to use the computer. It turned out that once I began to grasp the concepts everything really started to fall into place. I found myself looking forward to the next assignment, and I did every extra credit project. Not for the extra credit, but the fun of doing it. You could say that I became obsessed with the computer. I found it fascinating, challenging and exciting. The thrills of making machines do the things that I desired. Creating new programs and improving what already existed. I also found out that Uncle Ed would open the purse strings when I wanted computer equipment. Bigger, faster and better were the buzzwords in my life. In the end of my second year I discovered the other end of the spectrum. The hardware behind the machines; I really fell in love with computers then. It was then that I knew what I wanted to really do with my life. I wanted to work with computers. I wanted to do the whole process, from designing the computer and putting the hardware together. And designing the ultimate computer program; a marvel of the age. It didn't take too long to realize that I would never be able to compete with the big boys, but I found that there were areas that I could design the ultimate program, and even build my own system around it. That came later, but it was still my dream, at the time. Mom died in my senior year. I realized that I hadn't gone to see her in almost a year. I felt guilty about that. When I had gone to see her, she just sat there, or lay in bed and stared off into space. She never gave any indication that she had any idea that I was there. But I still felt guilty that I hadn't gone to see her more often. Uncle Ed said that I shouldn't let it bother me, as she only got worse from the time they put her in the hospital, until she died. But I knew that Uncle Ed would have been by to see mom at least once every week. He was just that kind of guy, and that only made me feel worse. Graduation Seems that graduation caught me by surprise, I was so wrapped up in my thesis that I didn't even realize that I was one of the ones graduating. Everything was happening so fast that I was confused most of the time. Suddenly I found myself sitting in a stupid robe waiting for my name to be called. It was all so jumbled in my mind. Then I was walking across the stage, actually you couldn't call it a stage since it was outside. It was after the Dean had handed me my diploma and said something to me. I still can't remember what he said, but as I was walking away I realized that I had graduated. I had received a diploma. I felt myself grinning this really stupid grin, and suddenly I heard a really loud voice yelling "Yeah!!" I realized that it was me when every eye in the place turned to look. I felt stupid, then there was a small laugh that started to grow into a chorus of laughter, then applause, and the air was filled with shouts of just about everything. I didn't know what I had started, but I wasn't going to hang around and see where it stopped either. I slipped off the stage and disappeared back into the crowd of blue robes. Uncle Ed was very proud of me. He surprised me with a graduation present. I could hardly believe my eyes, when he took me out to the parking area and gave me the keys to a new BMW Z3 roadster; a sports car. In Truth, not just a sports car, but the ultimate in sports cars. There were tears in my eyes when I hugged him. He said that he had already signed the papers releasing my trust fund. I knew that Uncle Ed only wanted what was best for me, so I asked him to just put it in the corporation. It might sound strange to people, but putting the money there I didn't have to worry about taking care of it, and if I wanted anything, and I could still get it. Besides, Uncle Ed turned out to be pretty good at investing the money for the corporation; we had almost doubled the money that we had before I left for college. With my expenses that wasn't too bad. Uncle Ed had kept my moms insurance money separate from the other money in the corporation, but when I found out, I told him to put everything into the one account. It would be easier to deal with. Top of the World Uncle Ed made it very clear that the funds of the corporation were completely mine. I could do anything that I wanted with them. I went over the books with Uncle Ed, and was very surprised that I had a sum that would make most people watch even their blood relatives when they were behind them with sharp objects. Uncle Ed just shrugged his shoulders and said that he was glad that he could help me. I think that there was something between dad and him. Whenever dad was alive they didn't talk much, but when dad died he was always there for both mom and me. I think that he was trying to make up for something, but I never asked, and he never offered to tell me. I asked him to take something, as it would make me feel better about everything, but he just shook his head and said that he wouldn't feel right about it. I thought about it a little and asked if I could do anything that I wanted with the money, and he said that it was all mine and all I had to do was write a check. Uncle Ed had two kids, both of them much younger than me. I was now a ripe old age of twenty-one. Sammy, my nephew, had turned seven last month. He was a great kid, the type that even I wanted to hate. Always the perfect son to both his dad and mom, cute like the star of the football team, and he was, of the peewee league team that he was on. Sandy blonde hair, cut neat, and a perfect smile that made him look like he had just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar and was trying to get out of it, and I bet that he did too. When he would smile at me I often wondered why I thought that I could ever hate him. I knew that I didn't hate him, it was just jealousy. Kathy was going to be six in a couple of months, and she looked so much like Sammy that you could think that they were twins, but besides being so cute that it hurt to look at her, she was the terror of the family, if you could ever believe that the trouble that she got into was terrible. Her mischief was limited to actually stealing the cookies and being the mastermind behind everything that both of them got into. Her smile couldn't keep her out of trouble, even though it was just as easily applied as Sammy's, but Uncle Ed knew his kids, and he wouldn't let them get off that easy. When they had to be punished, then Uncle Ed made sure that the cute smiles and alligator tears didn't soften his heart. I thought the world of both of them. I wrote out a check and gave it to Uncle Ed. When he saw that I had written a quarter million dollars to him, he tried to give it back, but I stopped him. I told Uncle Ed that I wanted him to handle setting up a trust fund for both of the kids, just like mine. They don't get a nickel until they were finished with college, or they turned twenty-five. Uncle Ed stood up with a tear in his eyes, and gave me a big hug. Then he pocketed the check and said that he would take care of everything. I felt good, I could afford the money, and Uncle Ed had made me much more than that while I was in college. I still find it hard to tell people how much money that I had, it always made me feel like I was bragging, or something. However, I guess that I have to keep the record straight, so here are the general facts. When dad died his insurance policy was for a million. The law suit against the health insurance company, when they tried to screw mom over, settled for three and a half million and they would continue to cover mom until she died. When mom died it added another million. Mom and dad believed in life insurance, so do I. I have a million dollar policy, with no plans to ever let it lapse. Uncle Ed over the years ran the total up to a bit more than ten million. So the trust fund for the kids wasn't that big of a deal, at least to me, but I knew that in time both Sammy and Kathy would both curse my soul, but I would live through it, and I only hoped that they did too. I guess that Aunt Betty thought it was nice too. I got an invitation to dinner the following night and it was all of my favorites, and Aunt Betty gave me a big kiss and a hug when I got ready to leave. I left felling pretty good about myself, and the world had a glow as I drove home. Company News I thought myself well prepared, armed with my degree in Computer Science and a minor in Electrical Engineering I knew that I could handle anything. At least I hoped that I could. I had already decided what I wanted to do, so it was just a matter of kicking it off. I started the search for a building for my new company. It took a few months before I found the right place. I found a small four story building with a fair sized warehouse in the back. I didn't see a good reason for the warehouse, but it could be a good idea in the future, and I could always use it for storage, until there were products that we needed to ship. I had decided on starting in Software security, and internet security. I had survived the crackdown on the hacker craze, and had gained a good bit of experience. I also knew the guys at college would be looking for jobs, and I knew what they could do. The others, I could teach. So I arranged to buy the building. Uncle Ed suggested that I rent it, but I knew that the area would only go up in value, and it was one of the better industrial parks. I expressed my views and Uncle Ed just smiled and told me that he was glad that I had investigated the options. The cost of office furnishings and computers were a lot more expensive than I had thought, but in two months I was ready to start looking for people. I contacted some friends from college, and made them some offers. It was better than they were making as entry level people, so I had some good talent. We spent the next month setting up the computer network, and getting the training section in order. Then it was time to start looking for the general office people. I found Susan first. She was going to be my administrative assistance. Such a fancy title, but it seemed to make her happy. I gave her the job of finding the office staff, while I looked at the technical staff. I also found some real top sales people, but couldn't justify hiring more than two. Susan set up accounts with the local supply companies and we had paper and pens and the thousand other things that I never gave a thought about. In three months from the first time that I had seen the building, we had the doors open and were ready for business. We picked up fortune 500 companies within the first month, and three more in the next two months. It took six months before we were operating in the black. At the end of the first year most of the money needed to get the company started had been paid back, and we had an impressive client list. It was actually fun to break into the companies' computer system to show them that they needed our assistance. We would offer to test their security for free, then in less than twenty-four hours Al, that would be Albert Walstone our number one top sales guru, would give them a report, usually with some of their company top secret information that we would drag out of the system. Rarely did Al leave without a signed contract for our services. The future seemed bright, and I was on the top of the world. Storm Clouds It was one of these sales visits that I met Cindy. She was a beautiful sandy blonde, with a trim petite figure. She had what I had described as a racing figure, sleek and smooth, trim hips, and firm bust. I had found in college that the large breasted women just weren't my type. It was like driving a Porsche, a lot fun at the time and great to play with, but the damn things are always in need of fine tuning. The line of girlfriends that I had were always bitching about their boobs; they hurt, they sagged, they made their back hurt, but when they wouldn't even let me touch them because they were sore it made a believer out of me. I would stick to the smaller busted women. I can tell you that I have never regretted that decision. While all of the guys were chasing the big tit blonde cheerleaders there was a world of beautiful babes going to waste out there. I can tell you that I did my best to correct the problem, but I was only one man. I found that the smaller the breast the faster they accepted the offers for dates. The hard part was getting their blouse off. They were all embarrassed about the size of their tits, but that was why I wanted them. I oooed and ahhhed them and lavished their tits with as many kisses and I could get on them. I had started chasing the small breasted women about the middle of my second year, and by the end of my second year, they were chasing me. I would get calls from girls that I didn't even know, asking me out on dates. Women problems became a thing of the past, at least getting them. Sometimes making them leave me alone without being rude was a problem, but I guess that we all have to bare our crosses. When I started to talk to Cindy I could tell that she was more confident then most small breasted women. I liked that, it showed that she was happy with herself, and her body. We really hit it off, and she accepted an invitation for dinner. Things moved pretty quickly after that. We were always together. I found out that she had a daughter, named Ellen, and that she had been married before, but I wasn't prepared for the first time that I met her. I had expected a little girl, and Ellen was almost eleven. It turned out that Cindy was a little older than I was, but that didn't bother me. It just took a little getting used to, that Cindy, who was a very petite little 5'1", had a daughter that was almost 5 foot herself. Their figures were pretty close, with Cindy's small breast, and small hips. But that was where the similarities stopped, Ellen had very long dark hair, and green eyes, while Cindy had short sandy blonde with blue eyes. Cindy had a very light complexion and Ellen looked like she always had a tan naturally. Other than some high cheek bones, and a general similarity you would never be able to tell that they were mother and daughter. We were married about six months later. That's when things started to really get weird in my life. I thought that things were great, but each day things changed a little bit more, small things and subtle little changes. It was so easy not to see it, and from the outside I was sure that nobody noticed a thing. To everybody we were the average American family. I loved Ellen from almost the first, she was a great kid, and she was always there. She seemed to be older than her years; she enjoyed talking with adults, and seemed to have a love for computers as well. We were always talking about computers, her friends and school. I found that I liked talking to her. Cindy noticed that we were spending a lot of time talking and said that she thought that it was great. I was happy that I could try to be a dad to Ellen. Cindy was a real tiger in bed and we spent many nights not getting any sleep. It reminded me of my college days again, when I would start out of a doze in class, but it was a little embarrassing when you do it and you are the boss, and it just happens to be your staff meeting and everybody is looking at you. I just shrugged and blushed a lot, and everybody laughed and somebody made a comment about newlyweds. Then I was really blushing. But it was all in fun, and I learned long ago how to laugh at myself. Cindy was very talented in bed; she could probably suck a golf ball through a garden hose, even if it was tied in a knot. In college I had more than my share of dead fucks, but with Cindy I had a hard time keeping her still, even if I was laying on top of her, she would move like an out of balance washing machine. Banging this way, the other way, and then straight up. She would roll over on top and I would have to hold her hips to keep my cock buried in her hot little pussy. I used to dream of a woman like this, but now that I had one I was trying to think of some way to settle her down a little — not a lot, but just a little. Uncle Ed laughed and said to just hold on for a time, she would settle down once the honeymoon was over. I had thought that after six months, that it was over, but Uncle Ed told me that I still had a little time to go yet. Just relax and enjoy it. I just smiled and hoped that I would live through it. I noticed that Uncle Ed was right at about the same time that I noticed that things were getting weird. Cindy asked me if I found Ellen sexually attractive. This caught me off guard, as I hadn't ever thought about Ellen sexually. I was sure that I had done something that had made Cindy suspicious that I might try something with her. This sent a cold chill down my spine. I quickly told Cindy that I had never had any such thoughts about Ellen, and that I would never do anything with her, that she had nothing to worry about from me. Cindy just laughed and told me that was not the reason that she asked, and I felt a knot release from my stomach. It was a couple of weeks later that Cindy came to bed wearing one of Ellen's nightgowns. I was totally confused by this one, but I thought that she must have her reasons. Personally, I liked the sexy teddies that she had been wearing. Not that she got to keep it on that long, but I sure loved seeing her in them. I really flipped out about a month later when we were really getting into a serious screwing session, and I was pounding her to the limit of my abilities, when she told me to call her Ellen. I knew then that something strange was happening, but in the moment of passion you are going to overlook just about anything, so I called her Ellen and then blew about a pint of hot sticky cum up her steaming cunt. I am still not sure that calling her Ellen didn't have something to do with that, but I asked her when it was over why she did it. She just laughed and said that it sure made me cum more than ever. I was confused, but I couldn't see that any harm had been done. From then on it was always the same, she wanted me to call her Ellen when we were having sex, and then it was during foreplay. I knew that this was wrong, but I assumed that she had a daddy fixation or something, and wanted me to play daddy for her. I figured that she just didn't know how to approach the subject, maybe even afraid that it would make me hate her. In this way she got what she wanted, and it really didn't seem to be too strange. So I accepted it, but I found that calling her Ellen during our sex games seemed to place a picture of Ellen in my mind during sex. This started to really bother me, but now it was me that didn't know how to talk to her about it. So things continued, and I just accepted it. But I was starting to feel strange about the whole thing. I had started to call Ellen by a nickname; Ellie. Her mother refused to call her anything but Ellen. She whispered to me that her dad used to call her Ellie too. I apologized, and said that I hadn't known, and that I would call her Ellen as well. She quickly told me that she didn't mind, and sort of liked it. It made things easier in the bedroom, I called Cindy by Ellen, and then during the day I called Ellen by Ellie. This helped keep things straight in my mind, but there were still times I could close my eyes and almost see Ellen riding my cock. About a month later things got stranger still. Cindy had gotten in the habit of picking up a porn tape every once in a while. We would sit in the den and watch it, and before it was over we would be rolling around in the floor trying to do a better job then the people on the screen. Things started out as usual, there was a hot scene with a girl; she looked to be about 20 and a guy with a seriously big cock. I have neglected to say that my cock is just average. I don't have a nine inch cock or anything, but I have never had a woman complain so I have never given it much thought either way. At least until I watch some porn video and see some guy with an eleven inch cock that is almost as big as my arm, then I wonder where they find those guys, and even more, where they find the girls willing to let that guy shove it in them that far. Things were rolling on the screen, the girl was doing her best to suck the guy off, which was almost a joke, I bet the guy never had a decent blow job in his life, and Cindy started to rub my cock. When the guy slipped it in the girl and she started to sound like a broken record Cindy slipped down between my legs and slipped my cock out of my shorts. She then demonstrated that technique of a golf ball and a garden hose, when the first scene changed and the next one started. It showed a girl a little younger, it was hard to tell how old she really was, but she looked to be about sixteen. I still remember the times when I was that age, and she looked about the same as the girls did then, but if Cindy was a few years younger she could easily pass for sixteen, hell even now she only looked to be eighteen or maybe nineteen at the most and she was ten years older. So it didn't strike me as that unusual. Cindy started to show me all of her experience at blowjobs. She would take me to the edge and then let me slip back down, then take me back to the edge again. It was a torture of bliss. The screen had changed again, this time there was no doubt about the age of the girl on the screen she couldn't have been more than ten, but she was doing a wonderful job of sucking a cock. It was obvious that this was not her first blowjob. As I watched Cindy kept me right on the edge of blowing my cum down her throat. When the guy on the screen slid down between the girls legs I knew what was going to come next, and I also knew that just having this video in the house could cause me a world of trouble. As I started to say something to Cindy she started to get serious about the blowjob and I found myself staring at a little girl getting her pussy stretched and watching my wife totally swallow my cock with a suction that put a vacuum cleaner to shame. I started to cum; feeling my cum erupt from my cock stronger than anytime in my life. I thought that my head might pop off with the force of the eruption. I couldn't tear my eyes from the screen, and realized that the girl on the screen was getting her pussy filled with cum. The guy on the screen and I were both giving a load of cum to our girls at the same time. The screen went dark and Cindy climbed into my lap and started to kiss me. I was still shocked at what she had gotten, but when I tried to ask her about it she just said that she knew that I had liked it. I had a hard time telling her that I didn't, and the truth of her statement even scared me a little because I thought that she just might be right. After that night things started to move faster. I don't know where she found them but she didn't seem to have any problems bringing home a child porn tape. Each tape was filled with progressively younger girls, and I actually found myself looking forward to them. I found it hard to admit, even to myself, but I learned long ago by watching my mom that you had to admit the truth at least to yourself. So I finally sat down and one evening, all alone and reviewed my time with Cindy and realized that she was right I did like seeing the children having sex. I can't say the reasons, but I had to admit that they excited me, and they definitely seemed to excite Cindy. Since we weren't hurting anyone I couldn't see the harm in it. The following month was our anniversary. We had a great time, an excellent dinner, followed by some dancing and then most of the evening engaged in wild, wondrous sex and Cindy still surprised me with her agility, and the antics that we were doing. I had to admit that it was the best night that we had had since our wedding. As it turned out it would always be something to remember. It was then that things started to change again, and this time I had no doubts about what the changes were. Sex started to become a memory; it went from every night, to every other night, to once every three days to once a week. I confronted Cindy with the loss of sexual activity, and all she would say was that I didn't understand her, and that she was doing the best that she could. When we did have sex she was as close to a corpse as you could get and still have a pulse. The fantastic blowjobs disappeared completely, and all she would say about that was that it made her sick, and she didn't want to do it. I was so confused that I even went to the doctor to see if something was wrong with me. All of the time that Cindy was losing interest in sex she was also dressing the part completely. The teddies that she used to wear were replaced with long flannel night gowns. It was almost enough to drive a man to drink. I talked to Uncle Ed about it, but he assured me that women go through things like that, but not to worry, they always got better, but he was surprised that it started this early as it usually didn't happen for a few years after the wedding. I told him that it was something that he should have warned me about before I got married; he just laughed and told me that if any man were truly prepared for marriage, then he would never get married. I had to admit that he was probably right. It started to really drive me nuts when Cindy kept wearing more and more, and Ellie kept wearing less and less. She would run around the house in a bra and panties, or it was a pair of panties and a t-shirt. I gave serious consideration to raping her when the t-shirts kept getting shorter and shorter. She had one that just covered the bottom of the tits, and I found myself staring so much that I made myself go into the Den and work just keep my mind off of her. The usual pattern slowly emerged. Once Ellie headed off to get ready for bed, I would disappear into the den to work on my computer. It started to become an every night occurrence. The business became even more profitable, but I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. More often I found myself masturbating to the video tapes in the evening, rather than just going to bed for another evening of non-existence sex, after a while a person does get tired of rejection, and even masturbation is better than horny. This was my life until two weeks ago... Retribution It was on a Thursday in the middle of May, Ellie only had about a week of school. I could only imagine the torture that she would put me through. I knew that it wouldn't be her fault, but it didn't help my condition with her running around the house with a skimpy bikini on, laying out at the pool, and the hot tub, and the only sex that I had seen in the past two months was my hand. I was seriously considering moving out and calling it quits. Actually I was debating that very situation when Ellie came in to say good night. I was happy to see that tonight she was wearing a night gown. It didn't go down but a few inches below the ass, but it was a vast improvement over the way that she had been dressing, and I didn't feel scared when she came over to give me her nightly kiss. It totally surprised me when she sat in my lap and her kiss was on my lips. I didn't know what to do, when her tongue suddenly was pushing into my mouth. It had been months since Cindy had even thought of kissing me like this, and my passion flared up and I found myself holding her tight and kissing her back. It was when I was stroking my hands down her back that I realized that I didn't feel the usual things that I expected, just smooth material. It hit me that the night gown was all she was wearing. She was almost naked, sitting on my lap and kissing me in a way that had my cock so hard in my pants that I was about to explode. I ripped my lips from her and stood up. I quickly grabbed her and put her in my chair. I then moved back three feet and knew that if I didn't say something soon she would be back on me again. I did the only thing that I could think of; I started in on a lecture on appropriate behavior. It was a good five minutes into the lecture when Cindy came in. I was very glad to see her. I told her that she needed to have a talk with Ellen about her behavior and told Ellen to go to her room. As the door closed after Cindy I collapsed into my chair. I knew that I couldn't go through that again, and decided that it was time to get out. I thought that I should call Uncle Ed and tell him what was going on, and see if he could handle things for me. I picked up the phone, but I didn't hear a dial tone, and wondered if the phone line was screwed up when I heard the other end of the line pickup, and I head Cindy reporting to the police that she had just found out that I had been molesting her daughter. I suddenly felt a tight constriction across my chest. The operator told her to wait on the line, and I knew that my time was short. I hung up the phone and looked around. I knew that both Cindy and Ellen used my computer and could only guess at what might be on there. I selected the folder to my work files and selected a special security program that we offer, and selected the destruction of data feature, and selected the entire disk, then memory. When the program finished, there wouldn't be anything left, I would lose my work, but I was willing to accept that. While the program whirled away on the disk, I quickly open the video cabinet and removed all of the special porn tapes that Cindy had brought into the house. There were also a couple of audio tapes that I could only guess what might be on them, but I wasn't going to take any chances. I grabbed them too. I headed for the garage. Once I was in the garage I dumped the tapes into a metal trash can that I had in my room as a kid. It had seen its better days, so I had moved it out there. I was looking for some gasoline or anything that would burn when I spotted a bottle of acid that I had used during chemistry experiments. I sat the trash can out the back door and poured the whole bottle over the tapes. I could see the smoke coming up from them before I had emptied the bottle. I then dropped the bottle in the can and headed for my car. I was just turning onto the main highway when I noticed the police car turning onto the main drive into the estates. I knew that I was only one step ahead of the law. I picked up the cell phone in the car and gave Uncle Ed a call. I quickly ran over the details. Uncle Ed listened quietly, and then told me that I was probably being setup for a divorce action. The very sound of it set my anger to a fever pitch. I would not let that bitch get away with it. I asked Uncle Ed if I needed to sign anything for him to act in the corporate name. He said that since the police had been called, they would probably make a report and by morning there would be a warrant out for my arrest. The sound of that chilled me to the bone, but Uncle Ed just kept going. The bylaws of the corporation stipulated that any officer of the corporation wanted by the police was immediately removed from their position until such time as any legal action had been concluded. He informed me that as soon as a warrant was issued that Aunt Betty would be the head of the corporation. I told him that as soon as that happened, I wanted them out of the house, as it was properly owned by the corporation and everything in it as well. I explained that I didn't want the bitch to remove anything, or to have a chance to plant anything in there. Uncle Ed just grunted and said that they would be there with the marshal first thing in the morning. Uncle Ed told me that once a warrant had been issued, that if he heard from me he would have to report it to the police, as he was an officer of the law. I told him that I understood and that I would call him when I had things in order. I drove to the storage facility. I only came down here once a month, but it was time for a quick visit. I opened the door and went in, and slid behind the wheel of old reliable transportation. I had never given it a name, like you do some cars, it had pissed me off so much at the time that I had to get it that I refused to call it anything else. Now it was also a good car to blend in with the rest of the world. As she sputtered a few times and slowly came to life, I was glad that I had kept it. I pulled her out and left it running as I pulled the BMW into the stall and shut it off. I then covered it and locked up the stall. I then moved off toward the cheap hotels where you don't use credit cards, and nobody wants to know your name. Morning found me munching on a McDonalds breakfast, and reading about my disaster on the front page of the newspapers. It didn't mention anything about any evidence other than charges from Cindy and Ellen telling a similar story. I sat and read the paper from the dense bushes about a quarter mile from the house. About nine-thirty I noticed Uncle Ed's car pull up followed by a marshal. The sight was a little unnerving, but I was also glad when they went inside. About twenty minutes later I saw Cindy's car tear off towards town. I slipped old reliable into gear and followed her. It was three lawyers later that she headed over to Morgan Street and pulled into a motel. The place was not a high dollar area as you rented rooms by the week and month. When I was in college, before I found computers, I was in drama for a while. The only thing that I enjoyed about drama was the makeup. I found it fascinating to change my appearance, and I had really gotten in to it at the time. My old makeup kit was still in the trunk of old reliable. I pulled into a gas station and fetched the kit. When I was finished I didn't resemble the picture in the front page of the paper. The room that I got was just across from the end unit that Cindy got. From here I could watch her and wait for a chance to put my plan into motion. I knew that I was going to have to move quickly, if I was going to catch her off guard. Being thrown out of the house had managed to accomplish that, but I didn't think that it would last long. I went through the list of private investigators looking for the ones that specialized in divorce. I had to call three before I found one that had a video camera, and sounded like I was willing to take a chance on him. I told him where I was and that I needed him there now and it might be a short or a long job. He seemed to take it all in stride. It was about a half hour later that there was a knock on the door. I let him in and he said that his name was Ross. I gave him a fake name, then lined out the general plan, but I didn't tell him what he was going to be recording. I might have to trust somebody, but I wasn't totally stupid. He slipped out the room and walked around for a while, after he talked to the manager he didn't have any trouble. He told me later that he works around there pretty regular; I had to assume that the area was a good one for cheating husbands and wives. He told me that many of the rooms had been rented for months, just for quick meetings of lovers. That explained the lack of cars in the parking lot. Once he checked out the room that Cindy had he said that it would be very hard, only the front room had any good views and he didn't believe that lovers would use the front room. I told him that it would be prefect as I was more interested in a conversation than any bedroom activity. He looked puzzled, but told me that voices don't travel through the closed windows unless they were yelling, and that he wouldn't be able to pick anything up. It was my turn to frown, but I asked him about wireless transmitters. He said that he had some but didn't see where he could have the chance to place any. I smiled when I told him that it wasn't a problem as I was one of the people that would be in the conversation. Realization dawned on my plan, and why I wanted a conversation recorded. So he set things up and tested the equipment. I had him go over what area of the room gave the best view and where he needed the people to stand. He said that there was a chair that would be perfect, and laid out the arrangement of the room. Then all that was left was the waiting. It was mid-afternoon when I saw Cindy head out. I didn't know how long she would be gone, and thought that this would be as good a time as I was going to get. As we started over to the room I found a flaw in my plan, I had no way to get into the room, but my choice of detectives turned out to be the right one, as he handed me a key to the room. He reminded me that he works a lot in this area. I smiled as we started off in the direction of the room. I thought that now would be the best time to prepare him for the worst, so I told him that no matter what happens or what you see, just record everything. He looked a little strange at that, but just nodded. When I got to the room I pulled off my wig and dropped it to the ground, quickly wiped my face, then slid the key into the lock. I had to thank God that luck was with me, Ellen was sitting in the chair in the front room watching TV. When she saw me her face went pale. I knew that she was thinking about running, but I was blocking the only door. It didn't take too much brow beating and yelling to break her down. She obviously felt bad about the whole thing. Then the story started coming. The plan was simple; make me start thinking about sex with her then her mother stops the supply of sex, and she starts coming on to me. When I didn't take the bait, Cindy just decided that it wasn't going to last much longer so she would just have to say that I did molest her, even though I didn't. She told her what to say, and then just called the police. I asked her why Cindy would do that to me, and she said that all men are just the same and even if they didn't do it then they wanted to, and still deserved the same thing. I looked at her and just shook my head and left. I met Ross outside and he handed me the tape. He said that if he had known that it was me, he never would have taken the job. But he was glad that he did because now that he knew the truth he was a little bit ashamed of himself. When I offered him his fee, he refused it. he said that he couldn't charge me for that. He said that he makes a living doing sleazy things, and it felt good doing something that helps people for a change. I smiled as I thanked him. I went back to my room and called Uncle Ed. I asked him to meet me at the District Attorney's office in half an hour. I was at the DA's office until the early evening. They kept me until they brought in Cindy and Ellen. Cindy kept to her story to the end, but Ellen broke down pretty quickly. Even Cindy gave it up once they played the tape for her. It turned out that I was husband number five in her little scheme of divorcing husbands. Most of them were still in jail at one place or another. Ellen confirmed which men were truly guilty and which were innocent. It appeared that the last couple of husbands deserved an early release. As the whole story came out I started to feel sick, and by the time that Ellen completed her story I was just ready to leave and try to put my life back in order. I found out that getting my life back in order turned out harder then I thought that it would. It was late Friday when I got back to the house. I could tell that there had been visitors while I was away. There was garbage all over the lawn and the front windows were broken. I had to spend most of the weekend repairing the damage caused by the garbage thrown through the windows; the paint cans made the most mess. I thought that the problems would stop when the truth appeared in the paper. The whole weekend the papers carried the story on Cindy; on the front page they started calling her the 'Molester Mom' and the 'Wolf Woman'. The mention of my situation was a single paragraph back on page 32; sandwiched between a story on rat infestations in an abandoned house that was causing problems for local residents, and a story on the bake sale for the area Baptist church. I knew that the only people reading that would be the people wondering about the rats in the neighborhood. I must have been right about that, as the harassment continued, as well as the damages to the house. The police were of no use, they didn't care about me either. I managed to get a security company late Saturday. It was expensive, but it was still cheaper than the repairs. It didn't stop all of the harassment, but it confined it to thrown garbage from passing cars. The security company even caught a couple of them, but the police refused to do much more than a littering fine. Monday proved to be a total disaster at work. Over half of my clients terminated their contracts on Friday, and most of my staff didn't come in on Monday. By Wednesday the other half of my clients were gone, and all but my old college friends and Susan were still with me. I knew that I would never be able to get things running again so I put everybody to work sending out final invoices, and wrapping things up. That took the sum total of one week. When I locked the office today I paid my loyal people a year's salary, my heartfelt thanks and Susan got a kiss on the cheek, and they all left the office for the last time. No matter how many times I think about it, sitting here in the dark with a glass of Crown Royal I still can't understand how I could have lost everything in just two short weeks. I was thinking about getting another drink, and maybe turning on some lights when the doorbell sounded. It was just something to make me start moving, so I turned on the entry lights and opened the door. I expected the security company as they usually informed me when they caught somebody, but going down to the police station had become a waste of time, so I had been telling them to just let them go. ------- Chapter 2 Life is Full of Surprises When I opened the door I found Ellen standing there, with her suitcase in her hand, and two other people that I had never seen, a slightly overweight man in his middle-thirties and an older woman that reminded me of a cartoon; of a witch sucking on a lemon. Neither of them looked to be happy to be there, but Ellen seemed happy to see me. When I saw her, my temper flared up again, and I found myself barely containing my anger, but my manners refused to let me just shut the door on them. I stood back and opened the door for them to enter, as I didn't trust myself to speak just yet. After they had all entered, I closed the door and motioned for them to follow me to the living room. When we entered the living room I crossed the room to my glass, and walked to the bar. After dropping in a couple of fresh ice cubes I poured a splash of Crown Royal. As I made my way back to my chair it gave me time to get my anger in check. I had to realize that Ellen was used by Cindy almost as much as I was, and that she was the reason that I was free now. As I sat down I inquired in general, "So what is this all about?" The man, introduced himself, but I really didn't pay too much attention. He explained that he was Cindy's lawyer. This didn't make me very happy either as I began to see her hand reaching for my throat again. He explained that Cindy had made a deal to plead guilty for a reduced sentence, but that the term would still be many years. She had signed over guardianship of Ellen to me. I was just a little bit shaken at the news and took a quick sip of my drink. As the realization of the situation hit me I said, "Let me get this straight. First she tries to have me put in jail for something that I didn't do, then once the truth comes out, she signs custody of Ellen to me? Could you please tell me why she would think that I would consent to putting myself into a situation like that, or why she would even believe that I would care?" As I watched him he seemed to be considering something. Once he made his mind up about it, whatever it was, he outlined the situation, "Mr. Travis, let me explain the facts as they exist. First; Cindy will be away for quite some time. She can not retain custody of Ellen in prison. Second; Ellen has no other relatives, so she would become a ward of the court. Third; Cindy doesn't want Ellen in a foster home, she is convinced that she would receive better care from you. Fourth; you are still legally married and she can, and already has assigned legal custody over to you." I felt my temper starting to get the better of me again, so I sipped a little more of my drink. He continued, "Now, if you refuse to accept legal custody of Ellen, you can sign over guardianship to the Child Protective Services (CPS); this is Ms. Burns of the CPS here with me." He motioned to the old crow sitting on the other side of Ellen. He opened his briefcase and laid a folded stack of papers on the coffee table between us. He then closed his briefcase and stood up, "This concludes my part of the arrangement, what you decide from here is totally up to you, but I must tell you that she did not make this decision lightly, and that she is very sorry for the events that took place." He then strolled to the front door and let himself out. I still had not made a decision. I knew that I still had strong feelings for Ellen, and that she deserved better than to just be dumped on someone's doorstep, but I wasn't sure that I wanted the job either. I looked at the papers on the coffee table, then at Ellen. There were tears in her eyes, but I was still angry enough that they wouldn't sway me. I looked at the old crone and asked her, "What do I need to do to send her to CPS?" At this point the old crone showed her first emotion since she entered the house; she smiled a wicked little grin and opened her case. She removed a small stack of papers and said, "All that is required is to sign at the bottom of the back page, and I can take her with me now, and you will never have to look at her again." She now had a big smile and I have to admit that the more that I looked at this talking prune, the more I disliked her. I looked over to Ellen and saw that her tears had started to run down her face. In the entire two years that I had known Ellen, through good and bad I had never seen her cry. There was something else going on here that I didn't know about. I reached over and took the papers from the old witch and glanced at them, they appeared to be the same general type of papers that Cindy had signed. I dropped everything on the coffee table and looked at the smiling raisin. "Well, I will consider it. If I don't believe that we can make things work, I will sign the papers and bring her down to the CPS offices." The smile disappeared from her face, and she once again looked like she was sucking on a lemon. I motioned to the door, and said, "I am sure that you can find your own way out." She made a few sucking sounds and as she stood up she looked at me with a look of evil contempt, "You realize that we can still investigate you and if we find that you are an unfit parent we can still take custody of her?" I really hated this old bag, and her attitude really brought out the worst in me. My anger got the better of me then and I smiled at her, my best little boy smile as I said, "Lady, you can investigate anything that you want to. But I will tell you this; I have enough time and money to hire a team of lawyers and investigators that I will investigate your dried-up prune of an ass. They will crawl so far up your ass that a hemorrhoid a foot long would feel good compared to them. If you have ever made even one mistake I will find it and show that your department couldn't determine the welfare of a lost dog. And trust me lady when I tell you that I know the power of the press, and I will make sure that they are involved in everything that I can find out about your department and you personally. After all, doesn't everybody's personal life affect all of their decisions?" I wasn't sure which button I pressed, but there was a fear on her face that even her wrinkles couldn't hide. I knew that I had found something that she was afraid of, "So can you find your way to the door, or do I need to throw you out?" She huffed up and started storming toward the door. I wanted to see just how scared she really was, so I waited until she was a couple of feet from the door before I spoke again, "One last thing." She stopped dead in her tracks and was listening, I knew that her fear was stronger than even her hatred of me, so I continued casually letting her wait with her hand on the knob. "Whatever happens from this point on is up to you. If you want a fight then I will let you start it. Otherwise, it ends here, the decision is yours. Good night." She walked through the door and slammed it on her way out. I quickly moved to the door and turned off the outside light. I wanted her to have to walk out in the dark, and with any luck she would trip over some garbage that I had missed. I hoped that it would even be some of the real smelly stuff that made me want to barf just cleaning it. If she did I never knew, but it was fun thinking that she might. As I looked back at Ellen a decision still had to be made. She was bursting with happiness, but I was still angry, and I wanted her to know that I still hadn't made up my mind on the subject. "Ellen, even though I didn't sign the papers, I still can. I disliked that old bag and she pissed me off, so I threw her out, but that does not mean that you will be staying." I looked at my watch and it was 5:50, I still needed to calm down before we talked. So I decided that we needed to start this on a full stomach, so that there wouldn't be any interruptions later. "Go out in the kitchen and fix us some dinner. I will take a shower and clean up. I will expect dinner at 6:30." I didn't look at her and moved off toward the stairs, before I reached the top step I heard her in the kitchen. The hot shower and the Crown Royal eased the tension out of my body and I found myself feeling better than I had in many months. It was a very hard task to reach up and turn off the hot water, but I knew that if I didn't I would still be in there when the hot water ran out. Once the cool air hit my wet body it helped to wake me up and gave me some energy. I shaved and still had five minutes before I needed to be back down stairs. I dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt. As I made my way down stairs I realized that all of my anger was gone, most of it spent on the old bitty from CPS. Boy was I glad that they sent that witch for me to dump on. I even whistled a tune as I came down the last few steps. Ellen had done a good job with dinner. She had made a fresh salad; I didn't even know that there was still any lettuce in the fridge. Hot garlic bread and pasta. It was a very respectable dinner. She had poured herself a soda, but I only had an empty glass. She wasn't sure what I wanted to drink. I told her I would have soda with her. She smiled and scurried back into the kitchen and out with a soda for me. We then ate a quiet dinner. After dinner, which I thought that she had done very well, but told her that she needed to clean up the kitchen. When she was finished she could take her things to her room, and I would be waiting for her in my room. I then moved off toward the stairs again. As I reached the stairs I called back to Ellen, "Don't forget to turn off the lights when you are finished." I then went up to my room and started to read. It was about twenty minutes later that Ellen came into my room, she was still dressed in the same jeans and t-shirt that she had on earlier. I noticed that they looked dirty; something that she would have never allowed happening before. She was always very neat and clean, and then I looked at her and noticed that she didn't look much better than her clothes. Her long hair looked plastered to her head, and couldn't remember a time that it didn't have a freshly clean bounce to it. Her face and hands were clean, but I noticed that her nails were chipped, something else that she would never let happen, unless she didn't have a choice. She was conscience of her appearance, and I could tell that she was embarrassed by it. I decided to let things go for now, I was sure that everything would come out soon, as I motioned her to sit on the other chair beside mine. "Ellen let me start by saying that I still love you, but I am not sure that I can trust you any more. What you and your mother did to me has really hurt me more that you can even imagine." As I looked over at her there were tears in her eyes again; without the anger they did have an affect on me this time. I cleared my throat and fixed my eyes on my book and continued. "That is the reason that I am not sure that I can have you here with me. What will happen when I tell you to do something that you don't want to do? Will you call the police and turn me in? I can't take the chance on something like that. I barely stayed out of jail this time, and it was only by luck. You tell me, how can I trust you again?" As I looked at her the tears were streaming down her face and dropping on her hands, but she didn't even notice. She started to speak and her voice caught, she cleared her throat and started again, "I swear that no matter what you do to me I will never tell anybody. If you want to beat me until I bleed I will never utter a peep to anyone. If you want me to sell my body for money I will stand on any street corner that you say, and give you every cent that I can bring in. Nobody will ever know anything. I will lie for you, cheat or steal. None of it matters. I will do anything that you say, but please don't send me back to that place. If you hadn't let me stay here I would have been beaten and raped before the night was out, and that would only have been the beginning." She was shaking and I could see that she was terrified of the CPS, but more than that was the emotion in her voice and the look in her eyes. There was no way that anybody could fake that. I knew that every word that she had said was the truth. I sat back and told her to tell me what had happened to her in the two weeks that she had been in the CPS facility. She took a deep breath and stared off into space, "After you left the district attorney's office they called CPS to come and get me. I watched them take mom away in handcuffs. I sat in the office until a man came in. He talked to the district attorney for a while then he came out and told me to come with him. He seemed mad, but I didn't think that I had done anything to him. He put my bag in the trunk and we went to the CPS building. It looked nice and everybody acted real nice. He took me down to a room full of small beds. He told me that an empty one was mine. He showed me a locker and said that I could put my stuff in there. He then told me to get ready for bed, and left. There were about twenty five other beds that had girls in them, and probably ten that were empty. I put my stuff away and got into my night gown, and got into bed. Everything seemed OK that night, but the next morning everybody acted different to me. They all hated me. They called me names and some of the women slapped me. I didn't know what I had done, but I tried to be good so that they wouldn't hurt me any more. I only got lunch, the other girls went to breakfast, lunch and dinner, but I was only sent for lunch. There was one other girl there with me when the others went to breakfast and dinner, and I tried to talk to her, but she just shied away from me. Any time the women wanted me to go some place they would grab me by my hair and pull me along. I was so confused. The other girls started to slap and hit me when the adults weren't around. I tried to tell one of the women, and she said that a lair like me could never be believed, and that the decent girls in there wouldn't do things like that. Then they took my clothes, the other girls, I mean. If they saw something that they liked they just took it, if I tried to stop it, they would all gang up and beat me. After the third day the other girl, her name was Anne, she told me what was happening. We were there forever, we would never be sent to a foster home, or even be allowed to leave the facility building. I couldn't believe it. But she told me that she had been there for four years and she would never be allowed to leave, they told her that. She told me that we were the worst type of girl, because we had told on somebody that didn't do anything wrong. They hated us for that, because it made all little girls look like liars. They told her that it only took one liar like her to undo all the good work that they do. Since she didn't have any family then she would never get out, so they started to beat her when she didn't need to go to court any more, she told me that after that the rapes began. They let all of other girls do anything that they want to us, it makes it easier for them. She told me that she got there when she was seven, and now she was eleven. In all that time she has not been outside the building; not for church or school or even to go to the doctor. She told me about a room down the hall that they take her to, men come in and fuck her. She said that it isn't rape any more; she quit fighting them a long time ago. She told me that all of the men in the building use her all the time and they even let other men come in and do anything that they want to her. She told me that some of them almost killed her, and then they treated her real nice until she got better, then it was the same thing all over again. She said that she was sure that they would kill her before she got old enough to leave. I started watching and I saw them making her suck them off and once I saw two of the men in the building using her at the same time. The women weren't any different. They would drag her off by her hair, and make her suck them off too. Ms. Burns was one of the worse, and she used to tell me that I was going to be her favorite. It always made my skin crawl to see her smiling at me. She told me that it wouldn't get bad until after the court case was done, then I was really screwed. There was nothing that I could do but pray that I would get a chance to escape. Even life on the streets would be better than that, but she told me that I would never get a chance to escape, not once they didn't have to show me off in court. Anytime that we were not behind a locked door there was always a woman with her hand in our hair, even when we were eating. It didn't take long to realize that I was never going to get away either, and in a few years I would be just like Anne. We became really good friends. She said that I was the only friend that she has had in four years, and I would have done almost anything for her. The only other thing that I have to tell about is the showers. I only took 1 shower all the time that I was there. Anne warned me about them, and I stayed away until they forced me to take one. It was just like she said that it would be. They stripped me then threw me in the shower with all the other girls. The girls were waiting for me. They held me down and took turns sitting on my face. They wouldn't get up until I licked them, then the next one would take her place. After all of them were finished they shoved me into the water then left. I thought that I was through when Ms. Burns came in, not wearing anything. I tried to run but she grabbed my hair and I was on the ground and she was sitting on my face. I had licked pussy before, but her pussy smelled so bad that I couldn't stick my tongue in it without starting to vomit. After I did that she slapped me over and over and over, then she was hitting me all over my body and telling me that one day I would beg her to let me suck her precious pussy." As I looked over at Ellen she was shaking and crying and I could tell that the memories alone could drive her to tears. I felt bad that she had gone through so much, and it made me feel small that I was angry at her at my troubles, while she was facing years of abuse like that. I think that it was then that I decided that I would allow Ellen to stay with me for as long as she wanted. I handed Ellen a tissue from the box and told her to dry her face. She wiped the tears away and blew her nose. As she was getting herself together I said,"Ellie, even though I believe every word that you have told me, there are still some things that we have to talk over. When I heard your story at the DA's office I knew that there was so much about you that you have never told me. If I am going to trust you I need to know what your sexual experiences are, and how they happened. I don't want to be caught off guard again." Ellie looked at me and nodded, then she began the strangest tale that I had ever imagined. "Well I really don't know where to start. I don't remember when it did start, but my daddy always told me that I was eating cum before I knew what baby food was, and I believe him. I remember sucking on a cock as far back as I can remember. Until mom found out about it, when I was seven, it was the best thing in the whole world. I loved my daddy, I loved his cock and I loved the taste of his cum. At some time I probably didn't, but I don't ever remember it. Mom had kittens when she found out and she called the cops. They took my daddy away and I didn't understand why. I knew he loved me, he didn't hurt me, and I loved his cock. Momma just didn't understand that I needed my daddy. Daddy died in prison a couple of years later, and momma said that he deserved everything that he got. I never understood why she did it." "Her next husband was Daddy Jim. He was different from daddy. He liked to suck my pussy while he stroked his cock. He would cum in a towel. I always thought that it was a terrible waste, but he wouldn't hear of me sucking him off, or letting me taste his cum, but once I found out where he put the towel after he used it, I found that I could still suck it out of the towel. It wasn't nearly as good when it was cold, but it was still better then not getting any. It was only a year before momma found out about daddy Jim, and it was the same thing all over again. No matter how much I tried to tell her, she just wouldn't listen that I liked it. I have to admit that I really like getting my pussy sucked. Especially once I found out that if I really let myself go I got an orgasm. I didn't know at the time what it was called, but I sure liked having them. So it was just momma and me again. Daddy Jim had some money, not a lot but he had quite a bit, so momma didn't have to work. She started to act real funny then, like she didn't care about anything, even me. She used to drink all the time and she was always crying or looked like she was going to start any minute. I used to try to make her feel better, I would act funny and try to make her laugh, but she would just smile and keep on drinking. One day I noticed that she was wearing a robe, and I could see that she didn't have anything on under it. I had already found that with Daddy Jim gone, I could give myself an orgasm. It wasn't near as good as Daddy Jim gave me, but it was still better than nothing. When I looked at momma sitting there and I could see her pussy I just crawled up under her robe and started to lick her, just like Daddy Jim used to lick me. She was really starting to make a lot of noise and her pussy got so wet. It tasted wonderful. She started to shake and then she pushed me away and looked at me real funny then she ran to her room and locked the door. After that momma wouldn't let me get too close to her." "She started working again, and then she met Fred. Fred was a nice guy but he was always watching me. Momma noticed and when he said that he wouldn't mind checking me out momma called the cops again. Momma told me to say the same thing that I said about Daddy Jim, but say it was Fred. I didn't want to, but momma said that if I didn't she would bust my ass really good. So I told the same story again. And Fred was gone. Fred had money too. I guess that was when momma started picking her men with money, because she knew that she could always get rid of them whenever she wanted to." "Next was Daddy Bob. I was nine when momma married Daddy Bob. It didn't take a month before daddy Bob was showing me something new. I didn't really like it at first, but after a few months I found that I really liked the feel of Daddy Bob's cock up my ass. He would reach around and rub my clit while he was pushing his cock in my ass. I would get some of the biggest orgasms of my life like that. It didn't take long before I would drop my pants and bend over just about any place for Daddy Bob. That was how we got caught. Momma came in from work and found Daddy Bob plugging my ass like a construction worker on the living room sofa, and I was in the middle of a giant orgasm and bucking like a bronco. Momma almost fainted on that one. You might have noticed that she didn't do anal sex, she must have lectured me for a month on how dirty and disgusting it was, but I knew the truth and there was no way that she was ever going to convince me about that. Daddy Bob was fun but he only lasted about 7 months after the wedding before momma had his butt in jail. She told me that the convicts did a lot of ass fucking, I remember hoping that Daddy Bob liked it on the other end as much as I did." "Next was Oscar. I never really liked Oscar; he didn't seem interested in anything but money. Momma had to almost rape him just to get sex, and I could tell from her attitude that she wasn't happy about it either. When she could get him interested it was over in ten minutes. I could hear them through the walls. I used to hear momma calling him names afterwards. I knew that it wouldn't last long. And sure enough, momma put some tapes in the house and some pictures on his computer, and then she called the police. She told me what to say, and I just did it. That brought her to you. I know that she really liked having sex with you. She usually didn't wait so long before calling it quits, when the guy wasn't interested in me." She looked at me and just shrugged. It was the end of her story and as much as I hated Cindy for the things that she had done, I found out that I loved Ellie even more. She really seemed to love sex and the men that she had sex with. She didn't seem obsessed with money or really anything else. I decided that I was going to have to see just how far she was willing to go. "Ellie, what would you do if I said that I was interested in you, a lot more than either your mom or you were aware of?" She looked at me very closely to see if I was telling her the truth, She must have decided that I was because she was suddenly very curious, "then why didn't you do anything the other night?" "I was terrified that we would get caught and that I would ruin everybody's life. I didn't know that you were sexually experienced, and I didn't know that your mom wanted me to. But, at the same time, if I had done anything with you, I would be the one sitting in jail tonight." She thought this over and slowly nodded her head. Then she looked at me, and said, "So what does that mean now?" I watched her closely as I started to speak, "If you want things to continue as they always have been between us, I will take good care of you and be as good of a father as I possibly can. But, if you want to do the things that you have up until now, things will be very different. When I get through with you there won't be anything that you haven't tried. The decision is yours; you get to choose the life that you want." I watched her for any clue as to the feelings that might be passing through her, but she just looked down at her feet. I began to get the feeling that maybe I was trying to push her into something. She looked up at me with a sly little smile, "OK Daddy Richard, just how are things going to be different?" her smile started to grow while a twinkle appeared in her eye. I could tell that she was going to be a real hand-full, but I felt up to the challenge. "Well there are going to be many changes. First; that Daddy Richard part really sucks, and it will just be daddy. The next thing is that from now on I decide what goes on around here, both in how we live and specifically how you will live, and what you will do. I will tell you what you can wear, and when you can't wear anything at all. When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done without question or whining. If I hear either you will be punished. I will brook no nonsense from you. That means that from this minute you are mine to do with as I see fit, and there will never be any going back." I looked at her to see if she seemed shocked, but I couldn't tell what she was thinking. I decided that she still needed one more chance to get out of this, now that I had told her what would be expected of her. "This is the only chance that you will have to back out, you can go into your room and everything will go on like it always has, or you can take off your clothes and start your new life as my slave. I make no pretenses of what you will be, or how I will treat you. It is time to make your decision. What will it be?" I watched her as she considered my final words. She turned to me and asked a question that I wasn't prepared for, "If I did become your slave, would you still love me?" I could only look at her, but I realized that love was something that she probably hadn't seen too much of, especially lately. I looked her in the eye, and spoke the words from my heart, "Ellie, as God is my witness, no matter what you choose, I swear that I will love you, you don't have to do a thing to have my love." I saw tears on her face again, but I couldn't do anything that might influence her. I watched as she stood and began walking toward the door. When she got in front of me she stopped and leaned down and kissed me on the cheek and said, "Thank You." Then she totally surprised me when she straightened up and started to remove her clothes. Her dirty T-shirt went first; over her head and on the chair that she had been sitting on. I noticed that her small bra wasn't in much better condition than the T-shirt. She reached behind her without taking her eyes off of me. She unsnapped the bra and let it slide down her arms. She seemed a little embarrassed about her small breasts as she tried to keep them covered and said, "I know that they are small, and I don't think that they will ever get any bigger. I haven't changed bra sizes since you and momma got married. Momma said that was just how hers did, they just stopped growing and they never got any bigger. If you don't want me any more I will understand." She then pitched the small bra over on the chair and dropped her hands down to her sides, staring at the floor. I could tell that she was still blushing, and I felt very sorry for her that she believed that they could ever make me change my mind about her. "Ellie darling, don't you know that I love small breasts? Did you ever think that I wasn't happy with your mom's breasts? Baby, I think that they are absolutely beautiful, and you will have to find a better excuse than that if you want to get rid of me." I smiled at her as her eyes shot up to look at me. I still thought that her small breasts were terrific with their swelling into little mounds, and topped with lovely little nipples, which I noticed that were so hard they stood out almost a good quarter of an inch. That was just a bit bigger than her moms, but I didn't think that now was the time to bring up the subject, she would find out how much I liked small breasts in time, and know that I was serious. She smiled then and leaned down and kissed me again. I just couldn't resist reaching up and lightly pinching her left nipple. It startled her for a second as she took in a quick breath, then I heard a low moan coming from her. I released her and she stood back up, with a sexy smile on her face. I watch as she unzipped the jeans and slowly slid them down her narrow hips, I just couldn't get over how much her body shape mirrored her mothers. A sparse little bush came quickly into view, and I was surprised again, as I had never known her to go without panties, but it still made a very sexy show as she slid the jeans down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She kicked them into the chair with her other clothes using her foot and I enjoyed that view as well. The socks joined the pile and then she was standing there watching me. Her mother had done her job well. A year ago I wouldn't have even thought about Ellie sexually, now I was feasting my eyes on her naked flesh while my cock was growing in my pants, and I didn't care a single bit about her age. As I stood up my cock pushed out the front of my sweat pants, and I didn't even try to hide it from her. She looked and there was no shock or fear in her face, just a hunger in her eyes. I took her hand and lead her to the bathroom. I knew that she expected something different, but I had to get her cleaned up, and I knew that in the long run she would feel better herself, once she was clean. I started the shower and set it nice and hot and told her to get in. My T-shirt and sweats disappeared in a flurry of motion and I followed her into the shower. I was determined that this shower would be special; from this point on she might be my slave, but tonight she would be treated like a queen. I put her under the hot spray and told her to relax. I reached up and started to massage her shoulders while the hot water ran down her head and shoulders. I waited until her shoulder muscles were nice and relaxed before I moved her out from the hot water and let it trail down her back. I reached over and opened the shampoo and put a large amount in my hand and started working on her hair. It took a long time to get it all clean, and I spent a lot of time on her scalp, just massaging her head. Then I rinsed her hair and followed it with conditioner. I was glad that Cindy had been in so much of a hurry, and left me all of her toiletry items. It made things much better for Ellie. Giving Ellie a shower was a pleasure that I really enjoyed. I started at her neck and worked my way down both arms, washing and massaging, and then working my way back up on the other side. I worked my way down her sides and back up her front, paying special attention to her beautiful little tits. Her nipples were still as hard as rocks. I wasn't sure which one of us enjoyed the attention that they got more, me or Ellie, but that only made it better. I was then moving back down to the sparse little bush and giving it a good washing. I knew that it was going to be gone soon, but until then I would play with it, and work my way down until I was washing her cute little pussy. She spread her legs as far as the shower would allow and I could soap her from thigh to thigh and everything in between. When I turned my attention to her clit, with my soapy hands she grabbed my shoulders and started to buck her hips and moan. I knew that she was close, so I started to stroke her clit in earnest. She came quickly with her head thrown back and grunting as the muscles in her stomach slammed her pussy against my hand. As she came down from her peak I eased the pressure on her clit. By the time that the muscles in her stomach stopped quivering I was just cupping her pussy as she rested her head on my shoulders. I started to move down farther toward the entrance to her hot tunnel, but she stopped me. "Before you wash me there, you should know that I am still a virgin." I couldn't believe my ears; not with all the sexual experience that she had, she couldn't be. She noticed the look on my face, and laughed. "Remember, with daddy I only sucked and played with his cock, and with Jim he only wanted to eat pussy, he wouldn't even let me suck him off. With Bob, he was obsessed with my ass. Nobody has ever put anything up my cunt, not even me. So, unless you want to see my virginity running down the drain, I would wash there as well as you did my clit, which I really loved! Thank You!" She laid her head back on my shoulder, and I realized that she was probably right, and that she was offering me something very special. I left her resting on my shoulder as I washed down her legs and up the back. Then I had to stand her back up again as I washed her feet. I turned her around and worked my way up her legs again and then I was looking at her perfect little ass. I soaped my hands again and started working my way down from the top of her ass, until she was spread as far as she could get again, and I was just easing my finger into her tight ass. Another moan escaped her as I worked my finger in and out of her ass. I was then slipping two fingers up her ass and she bent over at the waist and grabbed her cheeks and spread them as far as they would go. I could believe that Ellie truly enjoyed getting ass fucked, as she was pounding her ass against my hand while she braced herself against the wall. I didn't want her cumming again. We might run out of hot water, and besides I wanted to keep her on a low heat. So I slowly slipped my fingers out of her ass, and she moaned again, but this time it was more out of frustration, than fulfillment. I moved back up to the shoulders again and started to give her a real massage to loosen the muscles in her shoulders and down her back. She was pretty clever; when I leaned forward to work on her shoulders she tried to burry my cock up her ass, I just barely managed to avoid it. I knew that if she did that we wouldn't make it out of the shower until we were both frozen. She moaned in frustration again, but I just slapped her ass and told her to stand up. I finished giving her hair a final rinse, and turned off the water. When she turned around our lips met and I found her tongue dancing in my mouth, as she tried to climb up my body. I knew what she was after, but this wasn't the way that I wanted her. At least not this time; this time I wanted it to be special, something that she would remember for the rest of her life. It was a job getting her off me, and a couple of times I almost gave in. When I had her back at arms length I noticed that the look in her eyes were not the look of a little girl of twelve, but the look of a woman in the throws of passion. If I wasn't careful I might find myself raped before we made it out of the bathroom. I knew that I would never be able to dry her hair, at least not and do a good job of it, so I handed her a towel and told her to do her hair while I worked on the rest of her. Once again it was a labor of love drying her hot little body. Once I had her dry I quickly dried myself and wrapped the towel around me. When she looked over and saw the towel she gave me a little pout. I didn't care, I was glad to get something between us. I took her to the bedroom again and had her sit in my chair. I went to my dresser and got my nail kit and sat in front of her on the floor. I did each finger nail and then each toenail. When I was finished, her hands and feet looked the way that I had come to expect them to look. She had her passion under some control now and when I returned from replacing my nail kit she stood up and kissed me again. It was not the hungry, passionate kiss that I expected but the gentle soft kiss of love. There were tears in her eyes again. I shooed her off to the bathroom again to blow-dry her hair. While she was gone I picked up her dirty clothes and put them in her hamper in the other bathroom. I then made the rounds and checked all of the doors and lights. By the time that I got back up stairs she was just finishing her hair, and it looked like what I remembered of her. I grabbed my toothbrush and started to brush my teeth when Ellie asked, "Do you have another toothbrush? The girls from Hell took mine. My mouth has felt terrible all week." I could understand how she felt as there had been times in college that I had worked for days on end and hadn't gotten around to doing the basics. I opened a drawer and let her pick a color, not that I had a great selection, but at least she did get to pick. When I turned out the bathroom light I threw my towel on the sink. I reached out my arm and Ellie flowed into it, we headed to the bedroom. I lit a couple of candles that were on the dresser and turned off the overhead light. The room was alive in soft shadows and ghostly images dancing on the walls. I folded down the bed and held my hand out to Ellie again; she smiled and reached for it as I pulled her into the bed with me. She came down in my arms as soft as a feather. Our lips met, and this time her kiss was the hungry kiss of a lover. I felt her body, running my hands all over her. Feeling her firm tits and hard nipples; pinching and pulling at them, then running my hands down her sides; down her hips and back onto her tight muscled ass. When I grabbed her cheeks and pulled her to me grinding her soft pussy against my hard cock she broke our kiss, and raised up. "Stop this, I am so hot now that I am about to catch fire! And all you do is tease me more! Please, I need it now!" As I looked into her fiery green eyes I could see the passion flaring in them. I told her to spread her legs as I raised her hips off of me. She straddled my hips and I moved my cock down to the entrance to her hot pussy. There was so much nectar from her pussy it made her thighs wet and glisten in the candle light. As I lined up my hard cock I told her, "I won't take your virginity. You are going to have to give it to me. This way you can control how fast and when it happens. If it hurts you can stop and we can wait for as long as you like." She looked down between us and grabbed my cock and thrust it roughly into her pussy and then slammed down on it. There must have been some pain because she stopped and just sat there. I thought that she might even start to cry. I reached up and started to pull on her nipples again as her eyes popped open and she started to move on instinct. I reached one hand down and moved my thumb across her clit; that was when she let out a deep guttural moan and started to grind her hips down onto my cock and the thumb rubbing her clit. She put her hands on my chest and started moving her hips off and back on my cock, gradually building up speed, the look in her eyes was a dreamy far away look, and I knew that any pain that she might have felt was gone now. I moved my hands down to her hips and used them to control her movements, showing her the motions and movements of love. How to rock her hips to rub her hard clit against my cock. It was when she leaned down and started to kiss me passionately that I knew that she could handle things now. I kissed her as passionately as she did and let her move as she wanted. She was pounding her pussy down hard against me, and panting between our kisses. I leaned up and started to suck and nibble on the nipples when she started moving faster and jerky and then she was screaming, "Oh my GOD, I'm cumming! Oh shit, oh shit, oh My FUCKING GOD!!!!!!!!" She tensed up and couldn't move. Her eyes were shut tightly and she was just panting. I reached up and grabbed her hips and started to pound up into her from below. Her eyes snapped open and she opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her body had a silvery sheen of sweat reflecting in the candlelight from the tension of her muscles. She was just starting to come down from her orgasm; moaning and panting when I felt my orgasm grip me. I slammed into her as hard as I could as I felt the first wave of ecstasy flow through me and up into her hot pussy. Her eyes got big and she threw her head back and screamed. I was sure that if I had neighbors within a half of a mile, they would have heard her. Her pussy clamped down on my cock so hard that the next blast from my cock never made it out of my cock. My body kept ejaculating but it never went anywhere, and it just kept trying to unload the cum from my balls. The pleasure was multiplied ten fold, but then the pressure built up until each ejaculation was a pulse of pain. She relaxed a little and a blast of cum hit her with so much force that she screamed again and her pussy clamped down hard again. This went on for three more blasts, before the pressure in my balls was gone and my body relaxed. Ellie fell on top of me panting and planting little kisses all over my face. We fell asleep like that. I guess that it was about an hour later that I woke up to find Ellie shivering, still laying on top of me with my cock still buried in her pussy. The candles had gone out sometime before that, as the room was dark. I started to move Ellie off me when she said, "No, I just want to stay here with you in me." I knew that she was awake, as there wasn't any trace of sleep in her speech. "How long have you been awake?" I asked. "For a little while, I just didn't want to move and have your cock slip out of me." I shook my head and was going to force her to move so that I could cover us up, but she begged me not to. I could feel the covers just on my foot and I started to work them up. I got them as far as my knees, but they wouldn't go any further. I told Ellie to rise up and cover us up. She sat up and reached back and got the covers and pulled them over us as she lay back down on my chest. In a couple of minutes her teeth stopped chattering and she fell back asleep. It was a very short time later that sleep overtook me as well. I felt warm and comfortable, and I felt pleasure building in my sleep. I was dreaming of Ellie. I felt myself getting closer to orgasm when I suddenly felt her pussy clamp down on my cock again. Nowhere near as strong as before, but enough to bring me awake, as I lay there watching Ellie ride me in the darkness. Her hands pulling and pinching her nipples, as she grunted through her orgasm. I felt myself also approaching orgasm as her tight pussy continued to clamp down on my cock. I stiffened as I started my orgasm and Ellie started screaming again as she felt my cum spurting into her womb. It was exciting to watch Ellie's body shake in orgasm and I knew that I would never get tired of watching her. When she collapsed on me I started to move her off, but she resisted, but this time I was going to insist. "Ellie we have to move, we can't keep sleeping like this." I tried to make her understand, but she just held me tighter. "No, I like it like this, I love feeling your cock in me, and the pleasure that you give me is wonderful." I was glad that she enjoyed having her pussy filled by me, but I also needed to move, "Ellie honey, you don't understand. I know that you enjoy lying like this, and I like it too, but you have to understand that I have been lying in a wet spot all night and I feel like my ass is starting to permanently wrinkle." Ellie looked up into my eyes and started to laugh, I knew how this sounded, and I started to laugh with her. There was still the love in her eyes as she said, "I'm sorry I didn't think about that. I'll get off, but don't you move yet." I was curious but I assured her that I wouldn't move until she said that it was ok. When she slid off to my side she suddenly disappeared under the covers. Suddenly I felt her hot little mouth descending over my cock. I had thought that Cindy gave the greatest blowjob on Earth, but when I felt Ellie sucking and slurping on my cock I knew that Cindy was a rank amateur compared to Ellie. She cleaned all of the juices from our lovemaking and continued to search for more. She moved my legs apart and I even felt her active little tongue probing the crack of my ass. I wasn't sure when she was going to stop, but I knew that if she kept this up much longer she would have to start all over again. She came up a couple of minutes later, "God I love that taste even better than just cock cream. I never would have believed that anything could taste so good." She licked her lips again, then snuggled down and closed her eyes and drifted back off to sleep with a contented smile on her face. A Day of Surprises I don't remember falling back to sleep, but the next thing that I remember was feeling something hot and warm on my cock. As I looked down the morning sun was streaming through the drapes showing me a large mound under the covers. I had my legs spread and I knew that Ellie was crouched between them. I threw back the covers to get a look at her and found her looking back at me, with those sexy green eyes of hers. They looked like two emeralds and they appeared to glow when the sunlight hit them. Her hands where gripping my hips as she smoothly slid on and off of my throbbing cock; she winked at me then closed her eyes and started working her way up the tender underside of my cock rubbing little circles with her tongue. When she got to the spot just below the head she stopped and increased the suction, while continuing those maddening little circles. I felt my body go rigid as I laid back and closed my eyes. I knew that Cindy could probably suck a golf ball through a garden hose, but I felt just as sure that Ellie could probably do the same golf ball through a straw. All I could do was moan as I felt my cum boiling through my body and rushing to my cock head. I began to see little pinpricks of light behind my eyelids as I felt my cum explode into her waiting mouth. She didn't let up on the suction until I had emptied my balls into her mouth, and the tremors were rippling across my stomach muscles. She then eased the pressure to a soft gentle suction as she laid her head on my thigh and gently stroked my cock as she cradled my balls in her other hand. I am sure that I was starting to doze off again when I felt my cock slip from her mouth. The sudden cold air on the head of my cock brought me fully back awake. I watched Ellie slide her body up mine, until she was lying on my chest and then she kissed me good-morning. "I haven't had one of those in my mouth in years. You know, in one night you have fulfilled every fantasy that I had? I really love you daddy." Then she laid her head back on my chest and snuggled into my arms. I realized that I loved Ellie more now than I ever did, and I loved her a lot before last night. I kissed her on the top of her head as I held her close. It was a little later that I felt her moving as she slid off of me and went to the bathroom. When I heard the flushing sound I knew that it sounded like a good idea to me. I was just getting out of bed when I heard the shower start. As I got up I realized that the evidence of our passionate night together could be easily seen from the pink stain on the bed. I had never really paid much attention until then that none of the girls that I had screwed, even in high school, were virgins. Ellie was the first virgin that I had ever had, and she had chosen to give me that wonderful gift. I felt happy as I made my way to the bathroom. She was busy in the shower when I finished and open the shower door to get in with her. She looked up at me as I got in, "God am I sore this morning, when I first got up I almost couldn't walk. You sure know how to work a girl over." She noticed the concern in my eyes as I looked at her. She laughed and pushed my chest, "don't worry about it, it feels much better now with the hot water loosening my muscles up. I am fine. Just relax; you didn't hurt me or anything." She rolled her eyes and I realized that I must have looked foolish, but I can laugh at myself, so that was what I did. She started to laugh with me and soon we were both laughing and giggling like children. I knew that I had never been as happy as I was at this minute. She finished up in the shower, stretched up on her tip-toes and gave me a kiss and vanished out of the shower. I wasn't sure why but I was still feeling happy and was giving a good imitation of a bad singer as I started my shower. As I came into the bedroom I knew that Ellie had been busy. The sheets had been changed on the bed, and I could smell freshly brewed coffee in the air. I put on my robe as I made my way down stairs. I found Ellie in the laundry room starting the sheets, without a stitch on. Her hair was still damp and sticking to her back. I decided that I enjoyed seeing her work around the house that way, but decided to find out why she hadn't put something on. She blushed when I asked, "Well daddy you said that you would tell me what I could wear from now on, and besides, it is one of those things that I have always wanted to do, but mom would have beat me silly if she had caught me." I knew that she was right about Cindy, but I didn't want her catching a cold either, so I sent her upstairs for a robe. She pouted a little but I could still see her smile as she scampered off. I went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I was just sitting at the table, with a steaming cup, when she came back into the kitchen. She had been in Cindy's lingerie drawer and found a little, black silk robe that I had bought for her. It looked good on Ellie, it just barely covered her ass and I knew that if she reached up or bent over I was going to enjoy the view. I decided then that she was going to have more of these robes. "Did you like fucking me last night? I mean are you going to keep fucking me?" The question caught me a little off guard, but I could tell that the answer was important to her. She was watching me very closely and I could see the tension in her body. "Honey, I will always enjoy fucking you. And, yes we will probably be doing it again, unless you don't want to, but last night I didn't fuck you. Last night I made love to you, and I hope that you could feel that I loved you." I sat my coffee cup down and held out my arms, she jumped from her chair and was in my lap in a flash. Her mouth was showering me with little kisses as I watched a tear slide down her cheek. She hugged me tight to her and whispered in my ear, "I do love you, and I will always be yours. I will do anything for you." I held her close as a tear threatened to run down my cheek, too. She wiped her eyes as she got off of my lap and moved to refill my coffee cup. As she was sitting back down she said, "Before I say this I want you to understand that everything is ok right now, but unless you want me pregnant we had better do something pretty quick." I almost choked on my coffee as I realized how stupid I had been. How would I ever be able to explain a pregnant twelve year old? A cold chill ran up my spine as I once again saw my life screwed up. "I said that it's Okay right now, I just finished my period a couple of days ago", Ellie said again. I started to calm down some, but I knew that she was right. I nodded to her that I understood and that everything was okay now. She seemed to relax as I got a grip on myself. I wasn't usually the nervous type, but the last couple of weeks had an effect on me; paranoia seemed to be a constant companion lately. I decided that this was something that I needed to handle now, so I finished my coffee and headed into the den; Ellie followed along behind me. I looked in my phone numbers and got the number for Doc Brown. He had been our family doctor since before I was born. He was getting up in age, but he was still as sharp as a razor. He had seen Ellie a few times when she got the flu last year, so he already knew her medical history. I picked up the phone and gave him a call. The nurse on the other end of the line got a little cold once I told her my name, but she said that she would tell the doctor that I was holding. It seemed like an eternity before the warm sound of Doc Brown's voice reached my ears. I told him that if he didn't want to be my doctor any more I would understand, there were a lot of people like that in my life right now. Doc Brown just gaffed at me and asked me why I would think that. I told him that I had never had to wait for over thirty minutes before, and I thought that he just didn't want to talk to me. There was a strange silence on the line, and then he asked me to hold again for a minute. When he came back on the line, he was his old friendly self, "So Richard, tell me how things are going for you." I knew that there wasn't much in this town that Doc Brown didn't know about, so I didn't see any point in beating around the bush, "Well Doc I have been having a hell of a time. You remember Cindy, my wife, she tried to have my head for lunch a couple of weeks ago, and since then my life has been a pure hell." There wasn't a breath of a pause as he answered, "Yes my boy, I read all about it in the papers, I am very sorry that things have been so hard for you, but at least they did say that you were innocent. That should help you some." I now knew that Doc Brown read every article in the papers, or he would never have known, "I don't think that it works like that Doc. Every client that I had is gone, I had to close my business, and almost every person that hears my name treats me like a leper. So to tell you the truth, it will probably be a long time before anybody around here forgets anything." I knew that Doc Brown knew that people of this town just as well as I did, and he had no illusions about them either, "You are probably right my boy, even though it is not the way that it should be. Oh well, I guess that we can't have everything, even though you do deserve better. Well, you sound healthy so what brings you to calling me today?" As always he saw the truth and accepted it, then moved on. I really liked that about Doc Brown. "I'll tell you Doc, I have another problem, but it is sort of related. I got custody of Ellie, and I just found out that she has been having sex, and she has told me that she fully intends on continuing. Doc, the last thing I need right now is for Ellie to get pregnant. I want to get her on some birth control pills." All through this Ellie was grinning so big that I was afraid that she would break out laughing at any second. As I was speaking she was even shaking her head that she was agreeing with my statements. I was having a hard time here. Doc Brown asked if Ellie was there, and could he talk to her; he also finished with telling me that after I gave Ellie the phone I should take a walk. I asked him to hold, and gave Ellie the phone. Once she started to talk to him she pointed toward the door. I shook my head and she stood up and pointed toward the door, so I figured that Doc brown had impressed her that he wanted me gone, so I left. I decided that we needed to get dressed as we would probably have to go out to pick up her birth control pills. I headed for Ellie's room and looked in her closet. There wasn't much there; a couple of pairs of jeans and a couple of T-shirts were about it. I opened her suitcase and found that it wasn't much better, and they were all dirty. I took her suitcase to the hamper and emptied it. I went back to her closet and picked out a pair of jeans, and checked her drawers. There were a couple of pairs of panties, but that was it. I grabbed a pair and her sneakers, and then headed to my room. I looked in Cindy's closet and found it wasn't much better. I did find an old button up shirt that she sometimes cleaned house in, and thought that it would do, so I laid it out on the bed with the other clothes. Then I went into my closet and picked out a pair of khakis and a pull over shirt. I was just finishing up getting dressed when Ellie came in. She moved over to her clothes and started getting dressed. I looked at her and waited, but she made no move to tell me anything, "So what did he say?" She looked up innocently, "Oh he just wanted to know who I was screwing, and if he could talk me out of it. Just usual type of stuff." She kept on dressing, and leaving me hanging out in the wind. "So what did you tell him!?" I was sure that she wouldn't tell him the truth, but I at least wanted to make sure our stories matched. "Oh I told him it was none of his business, and I intended to keep screwing him every chance I got, even if I had to sneak out of the house to do it." She had a terrible grin on her face as she told me, but thought that it was the perfect answer. I was smiling as she tied her shoes and stood up, still grinning. Then she jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a passionate kiss. I felt her firm little ass, and knew that I was the luckiest guy in the world. As we were leaving the bedroom she added, "Oh Doctor Brown also said that he would call in a prescription for birth control at the drug store, and that he would be calling you later. He said that he was going to tell you to keep a close watch on me for the next two weeks, and don't let me out of the house alone, even if you had to tie me down at night." She started to giggle as she went down the stairs, and I knew that she thought that it was funny. She was in more danger of getting pregnant in the house than out of it, but poor Doc Brown didn't know that. After stopping at the drug store, we went to the mall. Ellie was surprised, but she soon got into the spirit, especially when she found out that we were going clothes shopping. I told her that she didn't have much left, and she just nodded, and looked a little sad. She got back in the spirit once we got started. We had a great time picking out this blouse and that skirt and different pairs of jeans. It was actually fun, watching her pick up this and then that. I told her that there would be no T-shirts or tight fitting pull-over shirts. She seemed a little disappointed about that, but I had my reasons. She would find those out later. We shopped for over an hour at the store (sorry they probably don't want their name associated with a story like this). When we got to the checkout we had both of our arms full and some sitting on the counter already. There was a middle aged woman working the counter where we were checking out. She rang the things up quickly bagging them as she went. When I handed her my credit card she looked at the name on the card and then at me; I saw the cold line set around her mouth. Ellie noticed it when the woman just stood there staring. "Do you need something else," I asked her. She made a comment that some people didn't deserve to live. I noticed that Ellie had a hard look on her face now, but I was proud of her when she said, "Daddy I really don't need anything from a store like this." I asked the old bitch for my card back when the manager walked up. He must have been standing somewhere close by because he took my card, and turned to the older woman, "You can get your things and leave; your services are no longer required at this store." He then glanced at the card and turned to me, "Mr. Travis, I am terribly sorry about that, I will be more than happy to serve you." Ellie still didn't want to let it pass, but knew that it would be just as bad someplace else. I told her that it was okay; she didn't like it, but she accepted my decision. Well Ellie now had clothes, but I knew that she still needed lingerie items, so we headed out to the car to drop off our load before continuing the adventure. On the way to the car she said, "Does everybody treat you like that? The way that lady did?" I didn't really want to answer her, but I knew that she would see the truth for herself before the day was out, "Yeah pretty much, but at least most of them aren't as rude." When I looked over at her there were tears in her eyes and she was trying to hold it back, "I'm sorry! It's all my fault! I caused everybody to hate you, and you didn't do anything to deserve it." She was really getting upset, and I wanted to spare her that. "Hey, who said that I didn't deserve it, after all I have done everything that the papers said that I did, I just did it after the fact." I said it with a smile, but she just looked at me. She wasn't going to have any of it. Once we dropped the stuff in the trunk of the car, I took her in my arms and held her, "Look honey, the girls in the CPS treated you just the same, and you didn't deserve that either. But sometimes things happen and you just have to go with it because fighting it only makes it worse. The more you fight the longer they remember. You just have to let it die down." She looked at me and sniffed, "but I still don't have to like it." I smiled and said that it was true, and kissed her on her nose. When we got back in the mall I took her to Victoria Secrets (they don't mind their name in a story like this, it helps the sales). Ellie was excited; she had never gotten to shop there and was excited about everything. I asked her why and she said, "Mom said that this store was for women and not for little girls." I could see Cindy treating her like that. Once I thought about it she had always treated her like she was six. That was probably why she always wanted to talk and be with me, as I had always treated her like a young lady. It took a little trial and error, but we found her sizes. Then it was full steam ahead. There wasn't anything that she didn't want to try on, and show off to me. I know that we made a scene with her parading out with this and that on, but nobody said anything about it, at least once they realized that everything that she wanted I was willing to buy for her. A clever girl showed up and started helping her pick out exotic things that I knew that she didn't have any business with, but she wanted it and I only had to put my foot down on a few of the more outrageous things. At least she now had plenty of bras and panties. And panties she had; she picked out regular, then bikini, then thongs, and any other type that she found. I had to tell her that it was not accepted to show me the fit of the panties or bras, and she promised a private showing once we got home. She had a great time. I spent more in lingerie then I did for her clothes, but I loved every minute it. I told Ellie to wait for a minute when we passed a drug store in the mall, and that I wanted to go in and pick up some condoms. She almost went ballistic on me. She said, "There is no way that you are ever going to use a condom on me. I will not have it, not with you. If you don't want to chance things before the pills take effect, then I still have two other places that you can put it. It might not feel as good as it did last night, but I know that I will still love it just as much." She was looking at me with a real fire in her eyes. I decided that if this was one of her limits, then I would respect it. I nodded my acceptance, and we moved on. When we got back to the house and got everything unloaded she wanted to put on the lingerie show for me, but I told her it would have to wait. After a light lunch I said that I still expected her to do the housework, and to keep the house clean. I said that I had some things to get done in the garage, and that I would be back inside in a little while. She started off straightening up the living room as I left. My little lab in the garage started when I was in college, and I needed a place to work, even though I had not used it since I left college. All of the chemicals were still there, except the acid that I had used the other night. Once I thought about that I went to check the trashcan. I couldn't be sure, but it looked like that someone had tried to use it to throw through the window, but the bottom had been eaten through by the acid, and somewhere in the process the bottom had let go completely. From the looks of the trampled grass and the acid burn patterns it appeared that someone gotten burned pretty badly. The acid bottle that I had left on top of everything couldn't be found. I decided that I had better hose down the yard before any acid that might be left caused a problem. So with garden hose in hand I hosed down every trace of acid that I could find. The trashcan would only be good for the garbage people now so I set it over to go out with the other trash. My old formulas that I had from college were still in my project box, so I started to hunt for the one that I was looking for. It was an accident that I found the formula; I had named it the 'Right-handed Touch'. I now looked at the title with a little contempt, but started to work on the formula. I knew that I was going to need a lot, so I tripled all of the ingredients. It took a little bit more than an hour to mix up, and I still remembered the events that led to finding this formula. My chemistry instructor had assigned us to create a marketable product. It didn't matter what it was, but it needed to have a function in the world. I had decided on a liquid that would buff fingernails just by using a soft cloth. I had been working on the formula for a couple of weeks; when I tried it; it took all of the hair off of my right hand. I couldn't figure out why that had happened. When I started researching what had happened I found out that someone had substituted silver hydride for my abrasive compound. It turned out that some of the jocks weren't very friendly to me since women had started to chase after me. I never understood why; they wouldn't have dated those women anyway, but I guess that it meant something to them. I figured that I had just lost some time, but it was about six months later that I realized that the hair on my right hand had never grown back. I was curious if I could create more of the formula, and set out of see if it could be recreated. It took a few tries but I finally did manage to get the formula right. But just to test it I put some in the jock's shampoo in the showers. Those guys started the bald look on campus, and they never had to worry about stubble either. It sure adjusted some attitudes, least for a while. When I was finished I filled a squirt bottle and took it inside. The house looked very good, and Ellie had already put away her clothes. She hadn't finished washing her old ones yet, but they were in the machine. She told me that she had gotten all of the stain out of my sheets, and I asked her, "Didn't you want to keep a piece of them as a memento?" She looked at me and said, "I will never leave any evidence that can be used against you. I will never allow anybody to take me from you again." I knew that she was telling me the truth, and that she never wanted to leave me again. I told her it was time to go. She was curious, but she didn't ask as we went out and got in the car. She seemed surprised when we stopped at our usual hair salon. We went in to wait; I looked through the styling books until I found a style that I liked. It was a short, sassy style that had a bouncy look. It was something of a pageboy cut, but it was more tapered in the back and longer on the sides. I handed the book to Ellie and pointed out the style that I wanted her to get. She was still looking at it when they called her name. She carried the book with her while I sat down to wait. The woman cutting her hair came over to me after Ellie gave her the book, "Sir, are you sure that you want to let her cut her hair? She has beautiful hair, and it will take a long time for it to grow back out this long." I thought about it for a minute, she did have beautiful hair, but I knew that she would look great with short hair, and it would cut down the time that she needed to take care of it. I just nodded to her and sent her off to do her job. Once things had gotten started on her hair cut I slipped out and walked down to a little shop in the strip mall. When I returned I dropped my small package in the trunk, then went back inside to wait for Ellie. Twenty minutes later Ellie and I were getting back in the car. She still hadn't said anything since I had shown her the style that I wanted her to get. Once we were home I told her that she needed a shower, so we headed up to the master bathroom. I carried the squirt bottle with me. She looked at it funny, but she didn't ask me anything. I didn't know if she was mad at me or not; she had always been very proud of her long hair but I liked it even more now that it was short. When we got to the bedroom I had her strip and took her to the bathroom. I put her in the shower but she was surprised that I didn't turn on the water. I think that she was even more surprised when I told her to raise her arms above her head, and spread her legs as far as she could. She did as I told her without a word, as I started to squirt the formula on her, and work it into her skin. It was quick work to cover all of the areas that she had hair, but I also wanted to get the areas that I knew that she would start to grow hair later in life. My girlfriends in college had always flipped out when they got a hair around their nipples, and the area from their belly-button to their pubic region was always like sandpaper; I wanted to spare Ellie that. Her underarms went first, then her chest. I continued on down until I had covered her entire pubic region. The sparse hair on her sweet little pussy washed away within seconds as I worked the liquid into her skin; she didn't even notice that it was gone. Her legs went fast as I would squirt and rub all the way down; I didn't have to worry about being careful on her legs since there wasn't any hair that would remain. The hair on her head and face made getting the underarms touchy and slow. When I was finished I told her to rinse off, and then shower and wash her hair. I got out of the shower and washed my right hand off thoroughly; not that I had to worry about hair ever growing there, but I didn't want to touch any place else either. While Ellie was showering I took the squirt bottle out to the lab and locked it in the chemical locker. I now retrieved the small package from the trunk of the car and slipped it under my arm; by the time that I got back up stairs Ellie had finished her shower and was drying off. She looked at me as I came in, "I look like I am ten years old again." She motioned to her pubic area and smiled. I smiled back, but I thought that she should know, "There is something that you should know. Your hair will not grow back out, not anywhere that I put that solution." I watched her to see how she would take it, "You mean that I will never have to shave under my arms or my legs again?" I shook my head confirming the truth of it. She got a big grin on her face, "Well that's just fine with me then, if you like a bald pussy I don't mind. Besides I never had much hair there anyways." I smiled as I told her that I would wait for her in the bedroom. A few minutes later she came out and told me, "I wasn't sure at first, but I really like my hair cut. It does feel weird, but I love that I can dry it in just a few minutes." She was smiling and twisting her head from one side to the other, just to feel her hair bounce. I smiled at her, and reached over to the small package on the bed and told her to come over to me. She watched as I stood up and took out a black, soft leather collar. I moved behind her and put it around her neck and fastened it into place. I then moved her to the mirror to see her new look. She looked at herself for a while then turned to me and asked about the collar. "That tells the world that you are my property; my slave. You only take that off to shower, or when I tell you to remove it. At all times it tells the world that you are mine and to always remind you that I own you." She listened to me, and then looked at herself in the mirror again. She then turned back to me and said, "I really like it daddy. I love to tell the world that you are my owner, but I will never need it to remind me of that. But I will gladly wear it until the day that I die." She came to me and snuggled in my arms. I knew that one day she would find someone that she would fall in love with and want to start a family of her own, but until then I would give her all the love that I could. I leaned down and whispered, "You need to get dressed again, and there is still one more thing that I want to get done today." She stretched up to kiss me, then moved away to start getting dressed. Ellie contained her surprise well when I drove over by the college and pulled into a tattoo parlor. I had been to this place before and knew George, the guy that owned the place, pretty well as one of my girlfriends from college had her work done there; I had gone with her. I told him what I wanted done and he looked around and told me to make myself comfortable and look at the tattoo books. We waited until he had finished with the girl in the back. Once he had shown her out he put up his 'gone to lunch' sign and locked the door. He then went to the back room to get things ready. I could tell that Ellie was a little nervous, but I squeezed her hand and she smiled at me. He then called us back to one of the work rooms. I told Ellie to unbutton her shirt and sit down. She was a little surprised, and I could tell that she was embarrassed, but she didn't falter even a little; she just opened her shirt and sat in the chair. I held her hand when he marked her nipples and then the piercing was over in just a couple of minutes. Before he closed the little rings I had him run a small chain through the ring and connect it to the other ring. In less than five minutes Ellie had her nipples pierced, and had already buttoned up her shirt. George gave Ellie a printed sheet of the do and don't kind, and instructions on how to care for her nipples. After I had paid George we headed to the car. Before we were home Ellie spoke, "My nipples have never really been very sensitive, I like playing with them, but they start getting sore before I get any really good feelings. The only time that they are sensitive is when I am just about to cum, and then they will push me right over the edge. But since he did this; I have felt every brush of my shirt and every bump in the road, and it is about to drive me crazy!" She reached over and grabbed my cock through my pants and started stroking me, "when we get home you have got to do something to me before I go insane!" I smiled at her and knew what she was feeling; Sandra, my old girlfriend had dragged me in the bushes three blocks from the tattoo place the day she had hers done. The garage door wasn't completely down before Ellie had my cock out of my pants and was leaning over to suck me while we were still sitting in the car. As good as it felt, I knew the car wasn't the best place to do this. I almost had to pry her mouth off of me, just so that we could go inside. I teased her all the way up the stairs, playing with her ass and rubbing her pussy through her jeans. She jumped and wiggled all the way up the stairs; each movement caused her nipples to send little flashes to her clit. The crotch of her jeans was soaked before I started on her, but by the time that we were in the bedroom I knew that she wouldn't last long. She was tearing her clothes off before I made it into the room. I was surprised to find that she had stripped and was stripping me before I could even get my shirt off. I lost two buttons off that shirt when she jerked it open and over my head at the same time. When my clothes were gone we fell together in a passionate kiss and the rubbing of her nipples across my chest had her moaning and trying to get my cock up her hot pussy. I stopped her and told her, "Ellie baby, you know that we can't do that until the pills start working." She looked at me with frustration in her eyes and almost screamed at me, "I don't care if I get pregnant, you have to do something before my body catches fire!" I knew that she didn't need any further foreplay to get her ready. I had Ellie on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. She was panting and begging me to hurry as I positioned myself between her knees. I positioned the head of my cock at the entry of her tight little pussy; it was so wet that her thighs were glistening almost all the way to her knees. I pushed slowly and the head snapped in. She groaned and shoved herself all the way back onto my cock, burying it to the root. I groaned with her as the hot oily tunnel squeezed my cock. As I slowly started to slide it in and out of her pussy I also began working my fingers in her hot little asshole. Her body began to shake and I knew that she was having an orgasm. I could tell how her pussy clamped down on my cock, making it very hard to keep sliding it into her. Her orgasm didn't stop but just kept going as I kept moving my cock and fingers in her holes. Even though the orgasms didn't stop, I could tell when they lightened up a little and I picked that moment to slip my cock all the way out of her. She groaned her disappointment, but when I slipped it in her ass she squealed like a banshee and slammed back against it. Once it was buried all the way, Ellie's orgasm ripped through her body and I started a smooth steady rhythm that would carry her through her orgasm. My own was building rapidly and I picked up the pace. I was slamming into her hot ass, as she met every thrust with an orgasmic squeal of her own as she pushed back against me. I could look down and see the little chain swinging between her nipples, and knew that they were providing her with a whole new source of enjoyment. As I felt myself losing the battle to cum I speeded up the thrusting until my cock was just a blur of motion. When my orgasm ripped through me I buried my cock as far into her soft little ass as I could get it. When Ellie felt the first blast from my cock shooting up into the depths of her ass she screamed and straightened up, and I wrapped my arms around her. When my cock spurted the second load into her she passed out and went limp in my arms, but the orgasmic ripples of her stomach muscles kept right on going. When the last dribble of cum slipped from my cock I lowered us to the bed and pulled the covers over us. We fell asleep with my cock still buried in Ellie's hot tight asshole, and my arms wrapped around her. When I awoke it was dark and I was alone. I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight. I slipped on my robe and went to look for Ellie. I found her sitting at the table in the kitchen, in the black satin robe, sipping a cup of coffee. I decided to join her; I poured myself a cup and sat down beside her. "Why are you down here? Is anything wrong?" She smiled at me and shook her head, her hair bounced from side to side. "I was just thinking about everything that has happened to me since yesterday. Yesterday I was stuck in hell with no hope, and now I am living here with a man that I love, and who loves me. You have taught me more about pleasure, and myself, than any man in my entire life. You treat me like a woman, not a little girl. You love me more than any man ever has. My mother was a fool." She sipped her coffee, but didn't look at me. I thought about her words. When other little girls were playing with blocks she was learning to play with cocks, when other girls were playing with dolls she was getting her pussy sucked, and when other little girls were thinking about boys and learning to masturbate she was ass fucking a grown man. Had she ever been a little girl, or was she born a woman? She was so mature that I often forgot that she would be thirteen next month. I felt a little guilty about everything, and decided to ask her what she really wanted. She didn't hesitate when she told me, "I don't ever want to be like other girls. They go through life just like my mother, getting pregnant when they don't love someone, then getting married because they have to. They go through their life looking for someone to love them, until they just get tired of looking. Then they either stop caring, or they become like mom, looking for security and trading anything to get it. I have found a man that loves me and I will never let you go. I enjoyed learning about sex early in life. I like sex and everything about it. Now that I am with you it gives me the chance to express my love for you. You didn't force me to do anything, you have given me every chance to back out, but I would rather have one day like today than a lifetime like other girls. No, don't ever feel guilty about me. I love you too much to let you beat yourself up because of me." I took her in my arms and we cuddled as we sat and drank our coffee. It was a little later that she fell asleep in my arms. I turned off the coffee pot and the lights and carried her back to bed. I held and cuddled her the rest of the night. Cindy's hearing started the next day, and we went to the trial. I thought that it would be rude not to show up, or let Ellie not see her mother. Cindy and Ellie sat and cried together for a while before the trial started. Uncle Ed showed up and had some papers for Cindy to sign. She didn't bat an eyelash as she signed the divorce papers. Uncle Ed said that he would handle it and that it should all be over in a week or two at the latest. I asked Ellie if she really wanted to be there, and she said that she could handle it. Cindy pleaded guilty to filing false police reports, lying under oath, and three counts of child endangerment. She was sentenced to a total of fifteen years. Uncle Ed said that she should come up for parole in about six years. ------- Chapter 3 Decisions After two weeks the harassment at the house slowed down a little, but it was still going on. They now spent more time using the telephone, and I considered changing the number, but since they got this unlisted number, they would probably be able to get the new one too. I talked things over with Ellie. She wanted to move very far away, but I wasn't ready to do that just yet. I did have another plan; I suggested that we could live at the company in the warehouse. She didn't seem too thrilled at first, but I assured her that it would be better in the long run, and we would be in town rather than out at the edge of town. She handled it like the perfect slave; she smiled and told me that it was all up to her master, and walked away. I swatted her ass as she left and we both laughed. With the decision made I called a contractor to make some changes that were needed. I met them at the building and explained the changes. Most of the problem is bathroom plumbing since there weren't showers or tubs in the office building... We laid out a nice bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub and a very large shower that could easily handle four to five people. The kitchen fittings caused a few problems, with the sink and such, but they worked it out. It was going to be some concrete work, and some rewiring, and put up a few walls, basically the main thing was separating the living area from the car parking; not a big deal. I didn't care about ceilings so it went quickly and I was happy with the work. I had the movers come in a week later, and we moved in a day. Ellie loved the bathroom that we worked out, but she couldn't decide what she wanted first a shower or to play in the Hot Tub. We went to Uncle Ed's house the next afternoon for Ellie's birthday. Aunt Betty really went all out for her, and Ellie played the part of the thirteen year old for them, and I think that she really enjoyed herself. She even played some games with the little kids, and I could tell that she won Aunt Betty over. Uncle Ed asked her about her collar, I had asked her not to wear it, but she wouldn't hear of it. She told him it was just a new style, and Uncle Ed said something about fads always coming and going, while Ellie and I just smiled to each other. I told Uncle Ed about moving out of the house and asked him if he would handle putting it up for sale for me as I didn't plan on being out in the area, unless necessary. He said that he would but would miss me not being around, in case something came up. All things considered we had a great day and I know that Ellie enjoyed herself, she made out pretty well on the presents as well. Uncle Ed and Aunt Betty weren't cheap and they had good taste and it showed. On the way home I gave Ellie my birthday present. She tore into the wrapping and opened the little box to find a diamond ring. I tried to get one that would be appropriate for a young girl, but still have enough class to show her how I felt about her. She cried while she put it on, and we almost had an accident when she tried to climb into my seat with me; kissing and hugging me and trying to get my cock out of my pants all at the same time. I had a hell of a time getting her back into her seat, but I really didn't want to. Ellie and I spent a lot of our time talking since I didn't have any work to do. She seemed a little depressed lately, but she wouldn't tell me what was going on. It went on for a few days before she came to me with a question, "daddy? I want to ask you a question, but I don't know how, and I'm not sure if you would understand why I want to." This sounded serious, but I had nothing to go on. "Honey just go ahead and ask, if I don't understand I'll ask you about it; and don't worry I won't get upset." I could tell that she still was having a hard time but she worked up her courage, "Daddy is there any way that we could get Anne out of that horrible CPS place? And could she come and live with us?" Her face was very serious, but I knew that this one would take a little bit of time to decide, and I did still want to talk to Ellie about this. Ellie misunderstood my delay in answering her, "Daddy I'm sorry, please don't be mad with me, just forget the whole thing." I stopped her before she could run away, and told her, "Honey I'm not mad at you, I was just thinking if it could be done. I was thinking about it, but I do want to know why you are so interested in her and why you want her to come and live with us." She looked at me and gave a big sigh. I knew that there was more here than met the eye. "Well I told you that she helped me while I was there, and I told you that we were best friends, but I didn't tell you that we love each other. I know that we only knew each other for two weeks, but I almost love her as much as I love you. Honest Daddy, I wouldn't ever do anything to hurt our life together, but I do still love her." I had to respect that she did know what love was and if she said that she loved her, than I had to accept that she did. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was almost midnight. I told her to go on to bed that I wanted to see what I could do. Before she left I told her, "Honey, I'm not mad and I believe you, I just need some time to see what can be done. You get a good night's sleep and in the morning I will tell you what we can do." She jumped into my arms and covered my face with kisses finishing with a passionate kiss that almost got me side tracked, but I shooed her off to bed. As I went into the computer room I realized that I had not been in here, or even thought of any serious work since Ellie had come to live with me, almost two months before. While I was waiting for the systems to come up I tried to get my mind back into a work mode. It was hard going for the first couple of hours, but then it seemed to get easier. The security system was a joke, but the records took a long time to go through. The e-mail wasn't much better; I didn't think that there had been any system maintenance done on it since it was installed. There were obsolete files on the system that dated back for over ten years. I knew that this was going to be a big job, just figuring out what was going on. I smelled fresh coffee and turned around; there stood Ellie in her sexy black robe holding a cup of fresh coffee for me. As she handed me a cup she sat down beside me in another chair with her own. I looked at the big clock on the wall and realized that it was morning already and that I had worked through the night. When I stretched my muscles told me that it was the truth; I was stiff and a little sore. I hadn't done that in a long time and I guess that I was a little out of practice. Ellie looked at the screen and ask what I was looking at. As I looked back at the screen I realized that to Ellie this just looked like a bunch of numbers and letters all jumbled together, but to me I saw a whole lot more than that. I knew that I wouldn't be able to explain it to her so I just simplified it to a point that I thought she might understand. "This is the result of a little program that I put into their system last night to ferret out the information that I need, and maybe a little insurance if things don't go very well." She nodded her head that she understood, but that it didn't make any real sense to her. "So you have decided to help her?" I looked back at the screen for a while trying to decide the best way to say this. I figured that she could handle the truth, "Ellie if even half of what you told me about Anne is the truth, I don't think that they will ever let her leave that place alive. There is probably nothing that we could legally do to get her out of there, and trying might get her killed." When I looked over at Ellie there were tears in her eyes, and I knew that she understood the situation, I had felt the same way a few hours before. She looked at me with new hope when I continued, "Honey, I said they wouldn't let her go, and legally there wasn't anything that we could do, but I never said that it couldn't be done. There are other ways to handle things like this, but we will have to move very carefully and slowly. But I think that we can get her out and stop them from looking for her at the same time." She was in my arms again and I decided that I needed to take a break. I cleared the connection, and then I picked her up and took her to our bed. Preparations Their computer system had already given me every scrap of information that their system had, as well as all copies of other government agencies information that was related to the Anne Wallace case. Copies of her case history, court proceedings, police reports, medical examinations, and psychological evaluations as well as prison records on her father. I had a complete record of everything that the CPS had on Anne Wallace, as of four years ago, and that was the last time that her records had been updated. It showed no placement of a foster home, no adoption, and no transfer. It just stopped like she simply didn't exist anymore. It was kind of scary to see what these people were capable of. My makeup kit was getting a lot of use lately. I now looked like a telephone repairman. I had rented the van and put on a peel-off graphic on the back. When I showed up at the CPS facility they took me into the telephone room. I had done my homework on their system and designed an interface board that would plug into their system and digitally record all conversations. I could have installed a simple device out at the telephone box outside, but I wanted the interphone as well and that meant that it had to be in here. The system would record every conversation and stamp it with the date/time/extension that the conversation took place, if it was an outside call it would record the Caller ID information of call placed as well. I thought that it was only fitting that it would then send the data to my computer over the internet. I made sure to encrypt the information and I built many elaborate system safeties into the card. I tested it in a mockup thoroughly. I knew that this would give me what I wanted. The state CPS facility proved to have no better security on their computers than the local office, but I could tell that their system was kept up to date, and that system maintenance was being done there. I could still get what I wanted from them without leaving any traces of my presence. The personnel records weren't difficult to get, and the company phone list existed on almost every computer in the facility. The security badges proved to be more difficult only in finding where they existed in the system, they weren't any harder to copy. There were photos of employees on their ID badges; this actually made the information easier, but more bulky to transfer. It took almost two hours to get everything that I needed from the state headquarters. Another twenty minutes cleared everything showing that anyone had ever been in the system and then I was gone. The state comptroller's office wasn't much better, and I quickly found the CPS general ledger and pay voucher information. I was in and out so quick that I wasn't sure that it was worth my time, but it did give me the cell phone reimbursement and telephone numbers that I wanted. It also showed that Anne Wallace was still on the roles for payment at the CPS facility. The Department of Motor Vehicles proved to be a little bit more complex and I had to go through another agency to get access to their system, but another hour and I was finished there. Ma Bell proved to be the most difficult. Her systems were up to date, security conscience appeared to be the watchword here, but her internet web page had a hole big enough to fly a Boeing 767 through. Once inside my program masked itself as a customer checking their accounts and I was able to get access to the database, once inside my program pretended to be a technician running connectivity tests, and I had the cell phone security information that I wanted. My program couldn't erase itself from this system, but it could corrupt the system, and force them to reload from backups. That would effectively erase my presence there as well. I had to use four computers tied to a bank of used cell phones, which I got from local pawn shops, to create a recording system for the CPS facility staff's private cell phones. It was much more difficult to do, but I could set everything up right in my office and I never had to leave my office to record every conversation that they made on their cell phones. It took a week of scanning all of the phone calls, cell phone calls, and the email before I knew who I was looking for. Another week to find the right patsy and almost a week to prepare the makeup. It was just my luck that the person that I had to be was a fat toad and I was trim and fit. I managed to find a body suit that I could modify. One of those fat clinics had one that small people wear to feel what it is like to carry around a hundred pounds and look like a fat person. I ordered one of the types that I needed, but it still had to be cut a little here and trim some there. It was slow going, but it had to be right. It was almost two weeks before the opportunity presented itself for me to make a move. It was August the 10th and I had everything in place. It would either work, or Anne would be dead by tomorrow. Ellie and I went over everything again, and she even made a recording for Anne. I went over the phone control instructions with Ellie as she made notes, Then we arranged the signals that would shut down the phones each in their own time. I planned to arrive at 10:30 the following morning, which was the time that Walter Hopkins, the director of the local CPS was scheduled to be in a meeting with the DA. A meeting that was supposed to last until after lunch, but would probably be cut short. Neither of us was very passionate that night; not with a human life held in the balance of our plans. We sat and cuddled together in the Jacuzzi tub, and went to bed to cuddle for the night. Our nerves were on edge and neither of us got much sleep I was glad when the alarm went off the next morning, as now the waiting was over and there were things to be done. Execution of the Plan I put the graphic overlay of the license plate over the rental car two blocks before reaching the CPS facility. I walked through the door at 10:30. I checked in at the front desk showed them my ID and asked to talk to Walter Hopkins. I was told that he was out of the office, but that Ms. Burns would be with me shortly. I knew from the information that I had dug out the Burns was the real mastermind behind this operation. Her emails determined policy and she usually got her own way on everything. When she came through the main door I struggled up out of the chair, and smiled at her. "Jim, what brings you down from the State Capital?" I had been studying the voice of Jim Morris; Deputy Director of Child Protective Services, for two weeks and it was test time. "Sal, we need to talk. This is important." If my voice was off she didn't show it. I had listened to many conversations between these two and knew that they shared many secrets. She glanced around and motioned toward her office. As we walked I lowered my voice to a whisper, "We have a problem. I had a visit from an investigator yesterday." I let that sink in as we continued the walk to her office. I wanted to see if she would start to sweat. Once we were in her office she still appeared calm, but I could see the stress lines around her eyes. When she didn't say anything I continued, "He wanted information about Anne Wallace. He said that he was involved in an investigation. He has some information that could be incriminating, but I don't think that he has anything very solid yet." I watched her closely for any indication of her reaction. She definitely lost her composure. She looked like someone had just pulled the floor out from underneath her. There were a few beads of sweat on her brow, "Do you know who he is working for?" Her voice shook a little as she spoke. I cleared my throat for emphases, "I talked to him for more than an hour yesterday, fishing for just that information. Those guys don't tell you much, but they sure are full of questions. From what I was able to get from him, it appears that it is some judge here that is coming up for re-election soon. He was told not to come to this office, so he came up to the state capital. He already interviewed some of the foster girls that have been placed, and got her name through them. He wouldn't say what else that he has got, but probably a lot more than that." Her face was showing outright fear and anger now, "That stupid Walter, I told him that we shouldn't approach Judge Reinhold. Now it looks like we will have to handle thing like we planned. I sure didn't want to do that yet. She has been very valuable to us." I nodded as though I agreed with her. I let her storm around the room and rant for a few minutes before I interrupted her, "Sal calm down. It might not be a good idea, at this point, to do as we originally planned." She looked at me like I had just sprouted a new head and was planning to eat her. "Do you really think that it would still work?" I asked her. She stormed over to her desk and dropped down in her chair, her voice got low and hard, "Hell yes! We have to kill her. We can't ever allow her to talk. Look, you're in this just as deep as I am." I now had my suspicions confirmed. I waved at her, "Take it easy Sal, what I meant was that if her body showed up now, they could probably get enough information from the body to keep the investigation going. You get enough of those little girls talking and they could still bury us. What I was going to say was it might be better if she just disappeared. No body to worry about and we can still keep her on hand for future use." I hoped that I was smooth enough, but not enough to get the old bat worried. She got a sharp edge to her eye as she asked what I intended. I readjusted myself in the chair and continued with my plan. "I can say that the investigator gave me cause to worry and we transferred her to the state capital, and in transit we lose her. I say that she ran away, but I take her to Bartonville under another name. That way we still have her, and if she has to turn up later we can still kill her, but we don't have to worry about what they might find as she has been living on the streets. And everybody knows what happens to little girls living on the streets alone." I gave her my best evil grin, and she seemed to calm down quite a bit. She even managed to smile once she thought it through. "God I admire that mind of yours, I can see why you got that promotion a few years ago. You are devilishly clever." I only shrugged as I told her that we had better get things moving or we might not be able to pull this off. She said that she would get the paperwork done, and I told her that I would bring my car around to the back of the building. She nodded as she left the room. I walked out and drove around to the delivery entrance. As I was pulling up an overhead door opened and I pulled up and backed in. I ran out of room with half of my car still sticking out, but I liked that better, as I knew that there was still an escape route. The woman waiting for me didn't blink an eye as I opened the trunk. I told her to get the records and the interview tapes. She nodded and moved back into the building. I reached inside my jacket for a cigarette. Jim Morris was a smoker and I had a pack of his brand. I never really developed a taste for cigarettes but I had smoked a few in my life and one of the girls that I saw a few times was almost a chain smoker. I could handle the taste, I just didn't like it. I figured that it would help with the illusion. I touched the autodial on my cell phone, and when it answered I hung up. The building phone lines were now down and the important people involved would be losing their cell phones in a few minutes. It was about ten minutes later that Ms Burns made her way through the building and came up to me. "Are you still smoking, I thought that you were going to try to quit." I just shrugged and said, "I am trying to quit." We both laughed, even though the sight of her made my stomach turn a little. She handed me an envelope and a file folder. I looked at the transfer document and then checked the records. I then asked her about the interview tapes. She looked strange at me, and I thought that maybe I had gotten greedy and screwed everything up. She frowned and asked me why I wanted them. I smiled my best evil smile, "I know a few people at the capital and they can make those tapes say anything that we want them to; wouldn't hurt to spruce up the truth a little." She smiled at me and went off toward the offices. I breathed a sigh of relief. When she came back she had a small box of twelve cassettes. I put them in the back seat with the records. About that time the woman that opened the door came out with a girl that had to be Anne Wallace. She was leading her by the hair and pushing her along. When she got to the car she shoved her in the trunk and told her that if she made a single sound, it would be her last. I could tell that Anne would not cause any problems. She seemed to know me, at least Jim Morris. I closed the trunk and noticed that Ms Burns was moving toward me, I figured that I would let her make the first move, as this was all fly by the seat of your pants here. She made a move to give me a hug, and I moved to hug her back. My stomach wasn't as happy about it as I pretended to be. She made a comment that I was firming up some, I knew that the padding wasn't as soft as real fat and made a move of patting my belly and said, "Yes I can tell that I am really firming up." We both laughed at the joke, and as I turned to leave I asked her, "Have any special name that you would like me to use?" She got an evil smile of her own and said, "Yes, why don't you use Ellen Peters." I was almost shocked as I said, "Well, okay but why that name, something special?" I smiled as I waited for her answer. She got a little frown for a minute but recovered quickly, "Yes, it was something that I was really looking forward to, but things got screwed up at the last minute. But I haven't given up hope yet." I smiled to her; since I knew precisely what she was talking about, "Think that it will still work out?" She smiled that evil little smile of hers and said emphatically, "Oh yes, I almost have her in my hands now. I have an investigator working on things. He hit a small problem, but I think that I will have it all cleared up in a month or so." My anger flared up and I fired off at her without thinking, "Well, stop it!" I couldn't believe my own stupidity and quickly moved to cover it up. "The last thing that we need is investigators tripping over each other. Let this thing cool off first. If you can't control yourself let me know it now!" I was still sharp and she could tell that I was irritated; she just didn't understand the real reason. She blushed slightly and said that she would drop it right now; until everything was under control again. I felt a little better as I got into the car and started out of the building. I headed toward the freeway watching for any signs of a tail. I had been on the freeway for about ten minutes before I was certain that I had no company. I took an exit and pulled into a service station. I watched every car for another five minutes just be sure. I touched another autodial number on my cell phone and knew that the personal cell phones would be back up soon, but the facility lines would stay down for the rest of the day. I pulled on the side of the station and moved to the trunk. When I opened the trunk I was ready for the break when it came. I deftly grabbed her arm and held her in place. "Listen to me, if you get away from me you will probably be dead before tomorrow. If you will just give me one minute I think I can prove to you that you can trust me." I could tell that she didn't believe me, but she didn't want to die either. I reached into my jacket pocket and removed the tape recorder, "Ellen wants to say hi to you." I then pressed the play button. Ellen told her that she was alright and that I was actually not the man that I was pretending to be, and that if she didn't believe her all she had to do was ask me to show her my belly. I had thought that it was stupid, but Ellie thought it was funny. Anne didn't know what to think, but she wanted to see my belly. I showed her the gel body suit belly and she poked it a few times. Then I spoke to her in my own voice. She jumped when she heard it, but I could tell that she was relaxing. I explained, "I am sorry we had to do it this way Anne, but it was the only way that I could think of getting you out of there alive. We still need to do a few more things before we can go home, but it has to be done if we want to keep you out of there. But you have to trust me or it won't work." She looked at me very hard, and I wasn't sure that she was going to go through with it, but she finally handed me back the recorder and nodded. I felt much better now. Closed the trunk and held the side door open for her. After she was in the car I walked around the car removing the license overlays and changing it back to a rental car. Then I headed back toward town. Once we were in town I headed over to the county hospital. I took Anne in and asked to speak to Doctor Bateman. He was the primary medical investigator for the CPS. I showed him my Jim Morris ID and explained that we needed a quick evaluation for evidence purposes, head to toe. I would need the records to take with me, and I had to stay in the room with her at all times. He didn't act like this was an unusual occurrence, and I let him get started. It took more than two hours and three different doctors before Doctor Bateman called us into his office. He said that it was very unusual for any young girl to be in the condition that Anne was in, and he hoped that we fried the bastards responsible for this. I smiled and told him that I was going to do my best. He handed me the records and a voucher slip to sign. I signed it, took Anne and her records and we left the hospital. We drove back to the rental car company and walked the block back to old reliable. Once we were in the car I was more cautious of any body that might be following me. I took precautions not to be followed, and had Anne hide on the floor when we got close to the office. I drove in and lowered the door. When it was down I helped Anne out of the car. I took Anne into the living quarters and she was amazed. I called to Ellen that we were home. Ellen came rushing out of the offices and ran full speed to Anne. They were both screaming and laughing and jumping around. It warmed my heart to see it. I told Ellie that I had to get cleaned up; I just couldn't stand this makeup any more. As I moved toward the bathroom I heard Ellie, "Come on you have got to watch this." I heard them scampering behind me. The head cover came off first. It hid my hair and gave me a balding appearance, with the little horseshoe shaped ring of gray hair that I had applied around it. I removed the hairnet next, and shook out my own hair. It was wet from sweat, and my whole head itched. The jowls and extra facial padding came next. I had a hard time pulling it off with the spirit gum leaving a mess on my face. The contacts had irritated my eyes and they were red and getting a little puffy. I used cold cream to remove the last ruminates of the disguise. It felt good to be my old self. The clothes unveiled the Gel Body suit and I heard Ellie laugh at it when she saw it. It always made her laugh when I moved and the belly shook and giggled. I had to admit that looking in the mirror I did make a funny sight. I opened the Velcro opening and pulled it off. I was covered in sweat even though I had powdered my body with baby powder before I put it on. I felt almost as light as a feather with the extra hundred and thirty pounds gone from my body. When I looked over at the girls I could tell that Anne was shocked, I don't know what she had been expecting, but I could tell that it wasn't me. Ellie jumped into my arms and gave me a passionate kiss, her leg was wrapped around me. I kissed her just as passionately, but wanted a quick shower before I got started on the next phase of the plan. The hot water felt good streaming down my back and I wasn't sure that I ever wanted to leave the shower again. Ellie and Anne were under another jet and Ellie was helping Anne get cleaned up. It was the first time that I could really get a good look at her. She was covered with little scares and scratches, and there were a few bruises that I knew must really hurt. Even though she was almost two years younger than Ellie, she was a full head taller and was more developed. Her pubic area was covered with a dense patch of golden hair and her breast were easily a C cup, if not larger. Her breasts were firm, but they already showed a little bit of sag. I figured that she had never worn a bra and between gravity and whatever else she had gone through, it had taken its toll on her. Her nipples were firm, but the whole area was covered with bruising, some old and some recent. She had a very hard little ass; you could clearly see the muscles ripple under the skin. You could see every muscle and bone in her whole body. I could tell that she had not eaten very well in a long time. Her ass kept drawing my attention, it was a couple of minutes before I realized that the reason were the scars covering her ass. It was hard to see because you couldn't tell when one scar stopped and another one began. She must have been beaten many times for her body to get in the shape it was now in. I looked up and noticed that she was watching me look at her. I think that I was more embarrassed then she was, as she didn't seem the least concerned. She had probably been on display more than a prize bull. Even though her hair was still wet, I knew that it was a golden blonde. I would never have been able to tell when I picked her up; it was so dirty and matted that the color was lost in the dirt. I had a hard time deciding if her eyes were a dark gray or just a very light blue, I decided that I didn't care I just liked the color. Over all she was a very pretty girl, but she had been in a bad situation. The thought brought me back to the fact that I still had more to do, so I turned off my shower and grabbed a towel. After I left the shower I was slipping on a pair of sweats. When I heard the water stop running I called to Ellie, "Ellie honey, I left my nail kit on the counter. I need to make a few phone calls, I will be in the computer room" She called back her acknowledgement that she had heard me. I carried Anne's records and new medical records with me as I made my way to the computer room. My first call had to be to Ms Sally Burns; it was time to get things rolling. I picked up one of the cell phones, "Sal, it's Jim; I've spent the last two hours getting rid of a tail. It showed up about an hour outside of town. I had to call in a few friends to help me, but I finally lost him. It was that damn investigator again; I got a look at him when I stopped for gas." I didn't give her a chance to talk. I didn't need to. It was more important that she listen to me, and get scared enough to give me what I wanted from her. "Listen, I won't be able to get back to the office for a few days, so I want you to call everybody that we control. I want you to spell it out for them, the exact position that they are in. I want them to hear the words, and know that we have their ass. If we catch any hell, then by God we'll take their asses with us. Then I want you to have them put pressure on this Judge Reinhold. I want the bastard to know that he can't fuck with us. I want it done now!!! And I don't want to hear a word from you until this problem is all settled." I clicked the button ending the call and waited for the fun to start. I checked the logs of the calls and dialed the number; when the voice on the other end answered I got things rolling again, "Judge Reinhold, please." I had to wait for a couple of minutes, but the judge soon was on the line, "Judge Reinhold, you don't know me but I have something that I think that you need to know about. You were contacted by Walter Hopkins and asked if you wanted to... Participate in a little club... would be the best word for it. I understand that you turned down Mr. Hopkins's offer. I must say that I am very pleased to hear that you did, but I am afraid that you are now in a very touchy situation." The judge had sputtered and choked a few times but I could tell that I had his complete attention. "With elections coming up it could be very unpopular to get involved in something like that, but unfortunately you now know about its existence. The people involved have been scared by an investigator, and I am afraid that they believe that you had something to do with him. We both know that you didn't, but you will never be able to convince them of that. I have been building a case for quite some time. I know who, where, and I have enough evidence to bury everyone involved. Now, this puts you in the middle of the road. You can either start an investigation of your own, that they already think you have done, or you can try to ignore it and convince them that it wasn't you. But no matter what you do, your name will be involved in this. The only question at this point is; which side will you be on? Think about it Judge, but in either case; they are coming, and I have the evidence." I didn't give him a chance to say anything; I just hung up the phone and smiled to myself. Now nothing could stop what was going to happen. Over the next twenty-four hours Ms Sally Burns made a very large number of calls to some very important people. She used names, dates and even told about activities in some cases, and all the while my little machines faithfully recorded her every threat. She had lined up a formidable team to go against the good judge. The judge must have gotten a few calls right away. It must have spurred him into action because there was suddenly a full blown investigation in the works. I had been busy with my own duties of putting together a list of the people involved, their positions, and their contact information. I slipped into the judge's computer that evening and left him a surprise email, outlining the whole arrangement. It must have given him some hope, because he became a real terror throwing around names and allegations. The judge surprised me by calling in investigators from out of state; I didn't think that he was that clever. It was late the next day that the real Jim Morris called Sally Burns. He was pissed that she was putting pressure on his legislature friends for something personal, they had been reaming him all morning. It was a conversation that I was glad that I had recorded; even the girls were giggling listening to the old bitch crying and whimpering into the phone. It didn't take more than ten minutes for the shock to set in that they had been duped, and that there was a living witness out there that could destroy them both, not to mention a good number of highly placed people; the same people that would turn on them in a minute to save their own ass. It would be a while before somebody cracked, but until then I was willing to hold up in the office and watch the events taking place. Ellie and Anne were spending a lot of time together. More than once I came in from the office to find them involved in some intimate actions. The first time surprised me; I came into the living area and heard Ellie moaning. I had heard those moans many times in the past ten weeks. I looked toward the bed and saw Ellie with her head thrown back, and her body arched, screaming out her passions as Anne lay between her legs, with her mouth attached to her sweet pussy. I could tell that she was doing a great job from the sounds that Ellie was making. I sat on the sofa watching as Anne brought Ellie down from her orgasm; she then climbed up kissing her way up to Ellie's lips. They were then kissing and holding each other. When Ellie noticed me she motioned for me to join them, I shook my head no, and motioned for her to continue. She then rolled over on top of Anne and began a series of teasing little nips all over her tits, ending on her nipples. It was the first time that I had ever heard any sounds of passion from Anne. She wasn't as loud as Ellie; she seemed more contained or controlled. Ellie kept working on her slowly, working her way down between the legs of Anne. When she got there, she attacked her with a vengeance. Anne was moaning and bucking her hips within moments of Ellie sucking on her clit. I knew the suction that Ellie could produce, and I wondered if Anne thought it to be pleasure or torture. Since I didn't hear her screaming for help, I decided that it must have been pleasure, especially when Anne grabbed Ellie by her hair and pulled her onto her wet pussy lips. Ellie was positioning herself to make sure that I got a good show. She was nibbling on Anne's clit, which was very large, while she was thrusting three fingers in and out of her pussy. The juices were flying all over her thighs and Ellie's face. I didn't think that Ellie minded much, at least not at the time. When I saw her put her little finger in Anne's ass while she was finger fucking her, I could tell that it had pushed Anne over the edge as her orgasm ravaged her body. Her eyes were closed and she was softly moaning while her body, from her head to the soles of her feet where off the bed. She suddenly slumped back to the bed pushing Ellie away from her pussy. I could tell that she was soaked, and could see the thick creamy girl-cum still oozing out of her pussy. I had a tent in my pants when I made my way to the bathroom; the only room in the living area that had walls. Ellie entered behind me and jumped into my arms. She had that look of a satisfied woman on her face, and it made me happy to see her look so content. After kissing me she held me for a moment. I knew that she could feel the hard cock in my pants, and she knew that I would take her anytime that she wanted. I knew that she thought that it was Anne that was making me stay away from her, "Daddy, why won't you come to bed with Anne and me? Don't you like her? Don't you find her exciting?" "Honey of course I like her, and yes I find her exciting, but I don't want her to think that the only reason that we got her out of there was to do the same things that she did in there. I have to give her some space. And it has to be her decision; I won't force myself on her. If she wants me to do things with her, she will let me know. And I don't want you trying to make her do anything that she doesn't want to do, either." Ellie looked at me and nodded. I could see that she understood, but there was something else that she wanted to say. "Daddy I gave you a promise that I would never tell anybody about us, but can I tell Anne?" I looked at her and sometimes I forget the she is only thirteen, "Honey of course you can. I think that she has figured out the important things for herself; I mean that she isn't blind. If you want to explain anything else that is okay with me." I left her to go back to the office and saw Anne watching me as I went. During the Night I was suddenly awake, but I didn't know why. It was dark and the clock showed that it was 1:15 in the morning. I couldn't figure out why I had woken up. Then the sound came to me, there were soft sobs in the night. I knew that it was Anne. I called to her softly, "Anne honey, are you awake?" If she wasn't I didn't want to wake her. Her voice came back to me as just a whisper, "Yes, I had a bad dream and couldn't get back to sleep." I could imagine that she would be having bad dreams for a long time, but hoped that she would eventually get over them. I called to her again, "Honey do you want to sleep with Ellie and me, for a while?" I didn't want to scare her by going to her or trying to comfort her without her permission. Her dreams were probably filled with things starting just like that. I could only imagine the list of terrors in her dreams. "Yes, if you guys don't mind," she sounded so small in the darkness; I decided to install some nightlights the next day. Ellie and I were in the middle of the bed, "Honey, there is plenty of room beside Ellie." I was surprised to hear her voice coming from beside me, "Would it be okay if I slept with you?" I was surprised, but said that she could and pulled the covers back. I turned onto my back and held my arm out. She crawled into bed and snuggled up on my shoulder, covering us both. I held her as her sobs slowly died away and she began to breathe normally. It was shortly after that she fell back asleep, while I held her close. Ellie snuggled against my other side and sleep came once more to my tired mind. It was around 5:00 that morning when I woke again, to find Ellie gone from the bed. I gently moved Anne from my chest and went to find Ellie. She was sitting at the kitchen table in the darkness, sipping a cup of coffee. I could just make her out from the dim light of the coffee maker. My eyes were starting to adjust to the dim light. I walked over to see what the problem was. I figured that she saw Anne was in bed with us, and misunderstood the whole thing, "Honey about Anne, it isn't what you think." She waved her hand at me, "Oh that isn't why I got up. I was thinking about what you said earlier. I realized that what you said was true. You know about us taking advantage of Anne. Since she came here I have been doing the same thing, and I didn't even know that I was doing it. What if she didn't want me to, I don't know if she would tell me. I just started to feel like shit, and I couldn't sleep any more. I love her too much to hurt her like that. But I am scared that she might not love me any more." I could see that she was really upset, so I took her in my arms and held her while she cried. There wasn't much I could say since it wasn't me that she was concerned about, and I didn't know how Anne felt. There was a soft voice from the other side of the table, "Hey, you guys okay?" She almost made me jump, and I felt Ellie jump at her voice. I decided that it was time to get everything straightened out around here; nobody was going to get any more sleep anyway. I told Anne to turn on the lights and we would all have a cup of coffee. Everybody blinked at the sudden glare of the bight lights, but it didn't take long to get everybody seated with a cup of coffee of their own. "Okay we need to talk, so I guess that I will get things started. Anne you know about Ellie and me; the fact that we have sex together, and that I am her dad now? If she hasn't told you everything about it yet, I know that she will soon because she talked to me about it, so I won't waste a lot of time on that. Ellie asked me why I hadn't joined you two when you were making love to each other, and I told her that too many people had already forced themselves on you, and that I wasn't going to be one of them. If you wanted me to be with you two, you would let me know. Once Ellie started to think about that, she felt that she hadn't given you a chance to say no to her, and that she might be doing the same thing to you too. She loves you very much, and she doesn't want to hurt you. Neither of us wants you to do anything that you don't want to; with us or anybody else." I looked to Ellie to see if there was anything else, and she just smiled at me. When I looked back to Anne I could see tears in her eyes, "You guys are the greatest. Ellie told me all about you guys this afternoon. How she was dumped on you and you still took her in, even after what she did to you. I loved the part about what you did to old Ms Burns. Then she told me how you two became lovers, and how you tried to talk her out of it. She then told me how you took care of her that night, when she really needed someone the most. I was so happy for her, I almost cried. Then she told me that you insisted that you still wanted to be her daddy. I know that made her very happy; a lover and a daddy that loves her. When she told me all of this I was so jealous that I wanted to scratch her eyes out. I haven't even had a dream like that in years; hell I haven't even dreamed that anybody loved me in years." There were tears on her face as she took a sip of coffee, but she kept going, "When you broke me out of that place I would have willingly chopped off both my arms for you, but when I found out that I was going to get to see Ellen again I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. I love her more than anybody in the whole world, and she would never have to force me to have sex with her; I love Ellen with all my heart." I looked over to see Both Ellen and Anne had tears going full force now. I knew that this was going to be an emotional time so I got up and got a box of tissues and put them on the table and both girls pulled out a handful. I refilled cups and started a fresh pot. Once I sat back down Anne looked over and started off again, "To be honest with you, I have never liked the people that I have been forced to have sex with, but I do enjoy the feelings that I get. I always considered it my victory over them. They could force me to have sex, but I made sure that I got to enjoy it and they couldn't stop that. So in a way I won a small victory every time they forced me to have sex. I like having sex with Ellie, and I expected you to join us. When you didn't I thought that you didn't like me, or that Ellie would get upset if I came between you. I understand now why you didn't. There is something that I want to say to both of you; I would love to have sex with either, or both, of you at any time. I love both of you guys, and I know that Ellie loves me, and you like me or you wouldn't have busted me out of there. I don't know if you will ever love me; I have been used by just about every person in the state, but I will take anything that you give me." I knew that I loved her at least a little, I had gotten to know her long before I ever met her, and once I met her, it was easy to love her. She was easy to love. I looked to Ellen and saw that she was crying again. I asked Anne if she needed to go to the bathroom. She started to shake her head, and then said that she did; she was a smart girl. When she was in the bathroom, I turned to Ellie and asked her how she felt about Anne, and how she felt about me being with Anne, "Daddy, I love her more now than I ever have. I would love to see you two together; I know that you could show her the love that she needs, not just some brutal pig using her. And... if you could ever love her... would you someday want to be her daddy too?" Well I had my answer as to how she felt about things, so I called Anne back into the kitchen. When she came out I could tell that she was nervous. She must have felt that I wanted to talk about throwing her out. When she sat down it looked like a little girl sent to the principal's office. I felt strange sitting there in the early morning with two girls that were women, or was it two women that happened to be girls in age only. I suspected the latter. I cleared my throat, "Anne I talked things over with Ellie. After all she is my lover and my daughter, and I respect her wishes." I thought that Anne was about to cry, so I launched into the next part before the dam let go, "How would you like to be my daughter? I would be glad to care for you and love you. If you want to be my lover as well; you have to understand that I expect a lot from my girls and there are things that you would have to do, without question or whining. I had Ellie cut her hair, and I had her nipples pierced. You should consider this carefully before answering. But you don't have to do that; I would still love you either way. And I would be a good father to you." Anne's eyes were so big that I thought that they might pop out of her head. When I looked at Ellie I saw the biggest smile that I had ever seen on her face. I was still looking at Ellie when a blur of motion caught my attention. Before I knew what had happened my arms were filled with excited girl flesh trying to smother me in kisses. Then there were two of them, both trying to smother me. I have to admit that I was willing to die that way, as it was very exciting. Once Anne and Ellie settled down, Anne spoke to me again, "Yes, I want you as my daddy, and my lover. I don't have to even think about it. But there is one thing that I want, and if I don't get it, then it is all off." I was curious about this, what could be so important? She looked at Ellie and then me, locked her eyes with mine and said, "You have to remove the hair on my body like you did to Ellen, God that is so sexy!!" Ellie and I both burst out laughing and Anne joined in with us. I held out my arms and both girls were on me in an instant. Once things settled down again, I had both girls sit back down. I told them to wait there and I would be right back. When I returned they were chatting over their coffee cups like a couple of neighborhood gossips. When I came up they both got quiet so I figured that I was being discussed. I had Anne's medical records with me, "I wasn't going to tell you this for a while, but I think that you need to know. When I took you to the hospital to get you checked out there was something in there that I consider serious. I will read what they say — Examination of patient shows repeated sexual molestation over a long period of time. Due to the obvious young age of the patient when the repeated sexual molestation took place internal damage to the patient's womb has occurred. Ultrasound examination revealed extensive internal damage to both ovaries. Where either of these conditions could cause the patient to be incapable of bearing children, the extensive ovarian damage precludes the possibility of a normal menstrual cycle." I looked at Anne to see if she understood the meaning of the report. She shook her head showing that she didn't understand the meaning. I explained it as simply as I could for her to grasp the meaning of the report. She looked a little hurt, but said, "Oh well, I never intended to have any kids anyways. My worse fear was that something should happen to me and that CPS would come and take them away. I would want them dead before that happened to them." I nodded my head, but knew that I would never be able to explain that her case was not the normal, but the exception to the rule. But I had told her, and she understood. There wasn't much else that I could do. I was sad for her. Suddenly Anne spoke, "Does this mean that you won't love me any more, when I can't have your children?" She looked close to tears, and I realized that she didn't understand my reaction. "No Honey, I will always love you, and I am not upset about children either. I was only sad for you that you will never get the chance to experience the love for your own child. I could never hold something like that against you." I smiled at her and held out my arms for her. She was in them in a minute hugging me and kissing me. I whispered in her ear, "But I can hold it against the assholes that did it to you, and I promise that they will pay for this." She shivered but wouldn't let go of my neck. I was just finishing up sending another package of data to the judge when the girls came in to tell me that breakfast was ready. Ellie was excellent at cooking, and Anne was determined to learn; she had never had the chance to learn before now, but she was making up for lost time. I had struck a deal with the judge and I was going to complete things today. If everything went as I planned I would have a surprise for the girls by early afternoon. I had left just after breakfast to pick up another rental. This one was a delivery van. I left old reliable a block from the rental agency and walked to the rental van, which I drove back to the office. Once there the girls started putting on the graphics and the fake license graphics. I had gotten the license number from the DMV for a van that looked just like the one that I rented, and was registered to the company that the side graphics matched. While they were getting the van ready I was putting on my makeup. I used a spray-on hair color, and colored contact lens. The touched of gray around the temples along with some wrinkles around the eyes put more than twenty years on me. The uniform and cap finished the disguise and I couldn't see myself in the mirror when I looked. I walked out to the van and Anne had to stop and stare, while Ellie just laughed. She had been just as surprised when she saw some of the disguises that I had made before; while preparing the way for Anne's release. She just wasn't surprised any more. I put the box inside the van and attached a two-way dispatch radio under the dash; I used a magnetic bracket so that it would look real, but I could remove it easily. When everything was ready I set out. On the drive to the courthouse I went through the list to make sure that I hadn't forgotten anything. I had gone a few days ago to pick-up the telephone board from the CPS facility, and I had disposed of all but one of the cell phones. I had dismantled the telephone recording set that I had constructed and removed all of my monitoring programs from the computers. I couldn't think of anything else that I might need to accomplish. When I pulled up to the courthouse I autodialed a number on my cell phone and for the next forty-five minutes the telephone system would be down for all outgoing calls. I got the box and the clipboard from the back and set off to see Judge Reinhold for the first time. I had to pass through security, but it was no real problem as they were more interested in the package than me I had learned long ago that you see what you expect to see. I went to the third floor and found the office easily. When I told the secretary that I was there to pick-up a package for Mr. X she asked me to wait. She then disappeared into another office. When she came out, she ushered me in with a wave. When I walked into the room I was surprised to find not only judge Reinhold, but the DA and a few other people there. I was asked a lot of questions about who had hired me and such, I just told them that I didn't know anything, and they would have to call the dispatcher. They seemed a little upset when the phones didn't work, but it wasn't my problem. I just kept looking at my watch. The judge wanted the box, but I told him that I had to pick up an envelope before I could deliver the package; it was a condition of delivery. They asked me where I was going with it and I told them that I was supposed to deliver it to 5th and commerce by 10:00; if there was nobody there to collect it by that time I was to return it to the judge. Everybody in the room looked at their watch. I still had fifteen minutes. The judge reached into his top drawer and pulled out an envelope. I took the envelope and handed him the box and the clipboard and asked him to sign line number six on the delivery page, and line number one on the pick-up page. The judge signed the two pages and I left. The tracking numbers on the box wouldn't help them even when they did get to talk to the dispatcher. I had at least two cars following me when I left the courthouse. I drove straight to the parking garage at 5th and commerce. I chose it because there were three different exits to the garage. I pulled in and waited until after 10:00 then I started for the exit. I chose the one that led into the heaviest traffic and was down to only one car behind me. A few blocks down the street there was an underground parking area that you had to have a pass to get in. I had planned the arrival for the time that the attendant took his break. I had a speed pass for the garage, but the car following me was stopped. On the fourth level I jumped out and pulled off the graphics and the license plate overlays. I then climbed into the back of the van and opened a box and took out a spray bottle of cleaning solution and rinsed the color out of my hair, and used a little more to clean the makeup off my face. I changed my shirt and pants, and put everything in the box. I pulled the radio from the dash and dropped it into the box with my clothes. I then collapsed the other empty boxes and put them in a large box in the corner, and sealed everything up with packing tape. As I got out of the van I looked at my watch; everything had taken four and a half minutes. Hopefully the car was still trying to get in, but even if they weren't they would have to check each level. I toweled my hair one more time and threw the towel into the back, and combed my hair on the way to the driver's door. I was starting up the exit ramp when the men in the car spotted me. They only gave me a quick once over, and ignored me completely. I pulled out into traffic and headed back toward the rental company. I never saw any other cars following me, but I was still careful. I stopped at a dumpster a few blocks from the rental company and disposed of the boxes. The one with the clothes and radio I stopped and put into old reliable. Then I drove the last block to the rental company and turned in the van. It was after noon before I got back to the office, and the girls were on edge the whole time I was gone. When I got inside I kissed them both and told them start some lunch and that I would be in the office for a while. Most people never know that cell phone security is terrible, if you have a computer and the telephone number and cell phone can be tied to that number. A person will never even know, unless they try to make a call at the exact time. So using the judge's cell phone number to call him seemed the perfect solution to that problem. I told the secretary that it was Mr. X, and that I wanted to speak to the judge. She kept me holding for a while, and then put me through. I knew that they were going to be tracing this call. I had checked the paperwork while I was waiting for myself at 5th and commerce. So it only remained to send the rest of the evidence. The judge seemed upset when he talked to me, I asked if the evidence was what he expected and he said that it was more then he ever dreamed. I told him that much better stuff naming people, places and events would be coming soon. I was glad to see that he had kept his side of the agreement. That really got him talking, "Look I don't know how you did all of this, but we have to have the girl. We can't make a case without her." I knew what was coming and explained, "Look your honor, we both know that they will kill her the second that she is on the street. If you try to bring her in, she won't live out the day. The evidence speaks for itself, and I know that at least half a dozen people have already copped a plea to save their ass. The others will plead guilty if you agree to keep it out of the papers. But if even one of these bastards doesn't get jail time I will send a complete copy of everything to every major newspaper in the country. She will get justice for what they did to her, and if you can't see what the medical reports said, then we need to get somebody else involved in this case." The judge got quiet as he considered his level of exposure if the papers got hold of it. "One last thing judge, since we both know that the DA's people are just as guilty as the other people, you might consider appointing a special prosecutor from out of state, like you did with the investigators." I could tell that I had hit a nerve so I plunged on in. "I don't know what kind of a deal that you think that you are going to cut with the DA, but I got a news flash for you; I have already sent a copy of everything to the State Attorney Generals office. Since his name wasn't on the list, I thought that he should be involved. So once again judge, you got two choices; and I'm sure that you remember what they are, they haven't changed since the last time." I disconnected the cell phone and cleared its memory. I connected to the state attorney general's computer system and sent a letter outlining the case, the situation and my suspicions that either money or politics was influencing the judge. I made it clear that I had the evidence and that I was not going to let this all go away, or be ignored. I would go to CNN if I couldn't get fair legal action. I don't know if my talk with the judge did the trick or the letter to the attorney general, but whatever the reason, there were arrest being made and the papers were full of scandal. I made sure that Ellie helped Anne read every article. I couldn't figure out what the worse crime was, the sexual abuse, the physical abuse, or the isolation that they put her through. She was starved for affection and the need to be with people, and here I was keeping her locked away again. I hoped that there was an end in sight. Payback I saw on line that the sentencing was to take place the following morning. I didn't tell the girls, but I told them that I had one more thing to handle. I picked up my portable recorder and a tiny button camera, and headed off to the courthouse. I had a forged pass that got me into the courtroom. Judge Reinhold wasn't on the bench, but he was sitting on the sidelines sucking up the press. My little recorder was running and catching every detail as they sentenced person after person. They nailed the little fish first then moved on to the big game. I was anxious to see Ms Sally Burns get hers. She got thirty years, and I figured that with her age that was probably life, if she lived that long. She was sobbing and pleading, but I don't think that it affected anybody; the people in the gallery looked closer to lynching her than releasing her, but it was fun to watch. When they led her out of the courtroom I positioned myself so that she had to come right next to me. As she went by, I leaned close and said, "I told you that it would be a mistake to fuck with me." Her head snapped up and she looked into my eyes, recognition came fast, and I gave her the same little evil grin that I had used while I was Jim Morris. Her eyes got big with surprise and shock, and then she was gone. When I got home I hooked up my little pocket recorder to the big screen TV and the girls watched the events. Anne looked happier than I had ever seen her. She watched Burns leaving the courtroom and heard what I had said to her, when she saw the reaction I think that she had an orgasm, but I can't be sure. We all went to bed and spent the entire day playing, kissing, sucking, fucking, holding each other and snuggling. We were happy and Anne felt free for the first time in many years. It was during this time that I gave Anne the papers that I had gotten from Judge Reinhold; it was her guardianship papers, showing that I was her legal guardian. When the good judge had filled them out they were blank, but they now held my name, and there was nothing that anybody could do about it now. She cried for almost a half hour and even got Ellen in on her cry. I disappeared and fixed us lunch while they were cleaning out their tear ducts. I figured that I better leave, or there might have been three of us crying. It was early the next morning when I boxed up the original set of evidence that I had; it wasn't much good now as almost everything had been used in court and now almost anybody could get a copy of it. I did feel better that the CPS now had a watchdog agency, but they could become just as corrupt in time. I put everything in old reliable and loaded the girls in the car. We headed over to Uncle Ed's house. I introduced him to Anne. He was surprised to meet her. She was almost a public figure and I had been hiding her at the office. He pulled me aside and told me," I am going to have to keep a closer eye on you from now on." He was smiling when he said it, and later told me that he was proud of me for helping her. I asked if he would handle her personal injury case against the State. He said that he would be honored, but getting the evidence in the case might take a while. I smiled at him and opened the trunk, "These are the originals. Who do you think collected all of the data in the first place, and then stayed on top of them until they did something about it?" Uncle Ed looked hard at me and said, "Richard, I have always been proud of you, just as if you were my own son. You have always surprised me, and always overcome anything in your path. You have accomplished a great thing in a short time, but if you never do anything else in your life, you can always be proud of this. I can't even imagine how you have done it all, but I know that all of your lives have been at risk. And to risk your life for someone else is the noblest thing that you can ever do. Fighting injustice was why I became a lawyer, but you have done more than I could have ever done. It is an honor to call you family." He hugged me and there were tears on his face. I hugged him back, and knew that I could never tell him the real reason that I had done this. He would just have to live with his own beliefs. I helped Uncle Ed carry everything into the house and before we left I whispered to him, "Don't let Aunt Betty or the kids near any of that stuff. There are things in there that even you shouldn't have to see." I frowned and patted him on the back as we headed for old reliable. As we drove away I decided it was time to make a few changes. I drove to the BMW dealership and traded old reliable in for a new X5 Sport Utility Vehicle. The girls were going crazy and I let them have a ball. I let them pick out the one that they wanted. It had everything and I liked it too. I wrote them a check while we were getting the paperwork done. I got a call on my cell phone from the bank about the check. I couldn't blame them for verifying my check, or the bank for verifying that it was me that wrote it. It just kept everybody happy and we drove away an hour later. I was a little sorry to see old reliable go, but I thought it was time. At the hair salon we all looked through the books, trying to decide on a good hair style for Anne. Anne finally closed her book and took the book away from Ellie. She looked at me and said, "This is a daddy decision. You pick out the style that you want me to wear." She was like that, she would make a decision and that was it; there was no changing her mind and no arguments. I shook my head and started looking through the books. It was about five minutes later that I found a style that I liked and that I thought would look good on Anne. She smiled when she saw it and told the woman that she was ready now. I suggested to Ellie that she should get a trim and both girls were in the chair. A half hour later they were both giggling and running their hands through their hair, as I headed off toward the mall The mall wasn't very crowded, and it made shopping easier. Anne had been wearing Ellie's clothes and since she was so much taller they didn't fit her well. She was excited when she found out that this was her day. Anne and Ellie went through every piece of clothing that the stores had, and I loved watching every minute of it. Anne was starting to come out of her shell and have fun, and I was glad about it. We had to make two trips to the car just to carry everything, and we were still shopping. Ellie didn't hesitate to lead Anne into Victoria Secrets and then they were both at it again. Even Ellie couldn't resist buying more things in there. I enjoyed the show and didn't mind in the least. I was even smiling when I had to sign the credit card slip. Lunch was the best restaurant that I could find. Anne didn't have much experience in this area, and wanted me to order for her. When no body was around I went over the menu with her. I knew that she still had trouble reading, but she was getting better. When I had finished I asked her what she wanted to try. I told her that experimenting with new things was how you found out what you liked, and besides it was her day — she had to choose. She ended up ordering a big steak dinner; she wasn't very adventurous, but she was still happy about it. As we were waiting for the food Anne leaned over and whispered, "Daddy, When am I going to get my collar, like Ellen? And are you going to get my nipples pierced?" she looked and sounded so sweet that you would think that she was asking about having a tea party. I was so surprised when she asked that I almost choked on my water, and they both giggled at me. I looked at Anne, and whispered to her, "Honey the collar means something special, and I don't know if you are ready for that yet, but if you really want to get your nipples pierced, then I will take you over to get it done." I looked at her and she had a twinkle in her eyes. "Ellie has already told me everything about it, and what it means. It means that once you put that collar on me it is you that will decide if I get my nipples pierced." She smiled her best little girl smile at me, and I knew that these two were putting me on the spot. I knew that it was all planned, and I couldn't help but smile back at her. The waiter came with the food and we had a great lunch. As we were waiting for dessert it was my turn to surprise Anne as I leaned over and placed a small bag beside her. When she looked inside she gave an excited squeal and put her hand over her mouth and looked around. "Please put it on me daddy, right now! I want the whole world to watch when you claim me as yours." I wasn't sure that this was the best place, but if she wanted it, why not. I remove a matching collar for the one that Ellie wore and slipped it around her dainty neck, buckled it, and kissed her cheek. I looked over and noticed that Ellie was wiping a tear from her eye and smiling at Anne. Anne had a matching tear and I thought that these two ladies were so much alike that they could probably read each others thoughts. When we left the restaurant I drove over the see George again. When we went in I pointed to Anne, "Another one George." He smiled and nodded and pointed to the waiting area and we made ourselves comfortable. When he was finished with the girl he was working on he showed her out and locked the door, put up his lunch sign and took us back to the workroom. He got everything ready and asked Anne to open her shirt. Anne wasn't the shy type and had it open before he finished asking her. When he saw the scars on her tits and down her stomach he looked at me. Anne noticed his movements and spoke up, "Richard didn't do that, there were some real assholes that worked me over a couple of years ago. But they got what they deserved." She was smiling when she said that and I could tell that it did make her feel better. George looked her in the eye and shrugged. Before he started she looked the instrument table over and told him that she wanted the chain too. We both looked at Anne, and then at each other; we both shrugged at the same time and George left to get her a gold chain. Ten minutes later we were on our way home, and Anne spoke, "God Ellen you were right! This is the most exciting thing that I ever felt. I am getting so wet that I might ruin the seats." Ellie and I looked at each other and giggled. By the time that we had gotten back to the office Anne was moaning and squirming in the seat, I thought that Ellen was a little mean by not reminding her that the more that she moved, the more the chain moved. She had her hand in her panties, with her skirt around her waist by the time that we got home. I opened the door and let Ellie help her out. It was a good thing that I did as Anne grabbed her as soon as she got close enough and they were locked in a passionate kiss. I reached in and picked up Anne; Ellie had no choice but to be dragged along since Anne refused to let go of her. When I put Anne on the bed she pulled Ellie down with her and they were rolling on the bed still locked in a passionate kiss, but their hands were busy exploring the wet crevices of each others bodies. I had the time to remove my clothes while watching them work each other to a fever pitch. When I was naked I slid into the tangle of girl flesh withering on the bed and gave Ellie a chance to get away. Anne was on me like a tiger feeding on my body. Ellie's clothes were gone in record time and she moved in on Anne and began to remove her clothes. Anne never noticed that hers were coming off as she was focused on me. As Ellie pitched the last of Anne's clothes on the floor she crawled between her legs and Anne let out a scream as Ellie sucked on her clit. I had a hard time holding Anne down as she withered on the bed. "Oh God daddy I need you. Please help me daddy," she was almost crying and I knew that she was hotter than she had ever been in her life. Since coming to live with us she had been getting better at letting herself go, and now she was even begging for sex. I was amazed at the transformation in her. The frightened little girl that jumped at every noise was gone and a beautiful young woman had taken her place. I patted Ellie on the hip and took her place as she reluctantly slid out from between Anne's sweet thighs. My hard cock was drooling precum as I positioned it at the entrance of Anne's hot little hole. As I slowly pushed into her the hot heat enveloped me and it felt like a volcano about to erupt. Anne wrapped her legs around me and pulled me to her; burying me to the depths of her hot tunnel. She moaned loudly and withered as she felt the penetration. I began a slow in and out rhythm as Ellie moved up and eased her pussy down on Anne's face. When Anne felt her hot lips touch her mouth her eyes opened and she slid her tongue deep into Ellie. Ellie cried out and she reached behind her and lightly stroked her fingers across Ann's nipples. Anne cried out as her orgasm wracked through her body. Ellie had a much tighter pussy, but I was sure that the muscles in Anne's pussy could chop a log in half. My cock felt like she was trying to do just that, as her orgasm got stronger I couldn't even move inside her. I reached around Ellie and pinched her nipples and she went into orgasm; covering Anne's face with sweet hot girl-cum. Anne didn't notice as her orgasm kept pounding through her. As Anne's muscles relaxed I was able to move again; Ellie was finishing up cleaning the cum off of Anne's face when their tongues met. Anne tried desperately to get as much of the sweet nectar as she could from Ellie's mouth. I was just getting back into a rhythm when Ellie spoke to me, "Daddy, finish her the same way that you did me that night. Please, it's important." I couldn't see why, but if Ellie thought that it was, then I saw no reason to doubt her. I pulled out, and Ellie and I got Anne into position on her hands and knees. I slid my cock back into her hot pussy, and began churning the juices deep in her womb. Ellie moved around to position herself so that Anne could reach her pussy. Anne's hot mouth clamped down on Ellie's clit before she got settled in front of her. Ellie was already panting again as she looked at me and told me, "Okay daddy, move it now!" I pulled out again, and heard Anne moaned her disappointment. I positioned it at her asshole and pushed. The head slid in easily; she clamped down and I eased the rest in with short little strokes as I rubbed her clit. She loosened up a little and I started taking longer strokes, rocking her body forward and back. I knew that the chain was swinging when she began moaning in time to the rocking. She suddenly lunged back burying my cock to the bottom and clamped her ass tightly around my cock; there was a strange muffled scream from her and Ellie screamed. Anne had put so much suction on Ellie's clit that she couldn't cum because of the pain; she was trying to push Anne's head away, but Anne was oblivious to everything. I could tell that Ellie was in no position to get away, so I reached below Anne and gently pulled the chain connecting her nipples. Her eyes flew open and she inhaled a deep breath; letting go of Ellie. Ellie was gone in a flash. I released the chain, but Anne didn't notice as she was lost in her own orgasms. Each time her orgasms eased up I would fuck her ass until she was cumming again. After a few times of each orgasm getting stronger, she had a massive orgasm and passed out; I was holding on to her and gently eased her to the bed, slowly withdrawing my cock. Her ass still clutching at my cock and her body was still twitching as her orgasms faded. I reached over to the side of the bed and got the edge of the comforter and covered Anne up, letting her rest. Ellie was still stroking her clit, but she couldn't manage to get an orgasm. I knew that her clit was too sensitive to provide enough stimulation and the more that she stroked it, the less pleasure she would get. Her frustration level was rising and she looked like she was about to cry. I took her hands from her pussy and led her over to the couch; I didn't want to shake the bed, or make too much noise, so that Anne could rest. I gently pushed Ellie down to her knees as I stood before her. She understood what I wanted and quickly sucked my cock into her mouth. I knew that I would never tire of feeling her technique on my cock; her special tongue movements and the powerful suction was enough to drive me crazy. I wanted to let her finish me, but Ellie needed relief as much as I did, so I held her head and slowly eased my cock out of her mouth. I knew that she would complain. I had found out that she could have an orgasm while sucking my cock; I never knew a girl that could get off just by sucking cock. I wanted more for both of us. I positioned her on her knees on the couch, leaning over the arm. I moved behind her and put my wet cock at the entrance of her asshole. "Ohhh, yes daddy! Do it there!" She then shoved her ass back sinking the head into her ass. She moaned and a shudder ran down her spine as she felt the head enter her ass. My own breath caught as I felt the hot constriction squeezing me. I held her hips firmly as I started a slow fucking motion; sinking deeper with each stroke, until I was sliding to the bottom of her ass and pounding her as hard as I could. Her orgasm started small, but quickly she was squirming all over the arm of the couch, she would have ended up in the floor if I hadn't been holding her hips. At that moment it would have taken a crowbar to get my hands loose from her. My own orgasm was just out of reach, but I was building fast. Then I was shooting deep into her asshole, coating her bowels with hot sticky cum. She was grunting, and moaning and saying things that didn't make much sense, until she finally collapsed over the arm of the couch breathing hard. I rested my head on her back and we stayed like that for some time. As I straightened up, Ellie turned her body to kiss me. It was an affectionate kiss, but I had to admit that there were better positions to be in than twisting like a pretzel. As soon as my cock slipped free Ellie was on me in an instant. Any time that my cock had any juices on it, Ellie thought it was her duty to remove them. She really enjoyed her job; making little cooing sounds as she worked. Sometime it was a distraction, but she loved it so much that I could never say no to her. We cuddled on the couch and just whispered our love and held each other as the time passed. Sometime in the process we dozed off. My eyes snapped open with the sounds of movement behind me, "Hey you guys, why did you let me sleep so long?" Anne was rubbing her eyes as she came around the couch and sat down with us. She cuddled up next to me; curling her legs beneath her and laid her head on my chest. I was tempted to doze back off with a beautiful girl in each arm. I was shocked when Ellie whispered to Anne, "Okay ass-fuck girl, what do you have to say for yourself? You almost ripped my clit off when you came." I looked down at Anne and she was blushing furiously, and I thought it was very sexy on her. Ellie had a little smirk on her face, so I knew that she wasn't really mad at Anne. I waited to see where this would lead, or to see if I needed to get involved. I knew that they loved each other too much to ever really hurt each other, even with words. I didn't think that there was a jealous bone in either girl's body. "Okay, you win bitch! But next time let me have a little warning first, Okay?" Anne stuck out her tongue at Ellie; then smiled. Then they were both caught up in a giggling contest. I wasn't sure what was going on, so I asked what this was all about. Ellie sat up proud of her victory, "Well daddy, Anne said that even though she has been screwed in the ass many times she could never really enjoy it, No matter how many times it happened, she just couldn't get off, even when she was almost there when it started. She said that it was something that she would never do again. I told her that you could make her like it, and that she would be begging for more." Ellie smiled at me, but I was too shocked to respond. I had effectively just raped Anne's ass. I was disgusted with myself, and told Ellie how I felt, "Ellie that was a terrible thing to do to Anne and me! If you knew that she didn't want to do it, you should never have told me to. It was wrong." Ellie looked like she was going to cry, but I had to make her understand, "Ellie honey, don't you understand that I just raped Anne? I used her just like everybody else had done to her. She didn't want it to happen, and I did it to her anyway. How can I ever show her that I love her if I do things like that?" Ellie was crying now, but she looked straight at Anne and said, "Anne, I am so sorry! It was all my fault! Please don't be mad at daddy, he didn't know anything about it. I told him to do it." Anne held out her arms to Ellie, and she was in them in a second, with them leaning across me. "Ellen, it's okay, honest. I'm not mad at you, or daddy. I swear it.", Anne then kissed her. As Ellie sat back down beside me I put my arm around her, to show that I wasn't mad at her and she snuggled as close to my body as she could get. Anne looked at me, "Daddy, what Ellen said was true. I have never even liked anal sex, or anything to do with it. But I will tell you that what Ellen told me was also true; If you love the person and they love you and you trust them, you will love it. She said that you would be gentle and loving; that is all that you have ever been to me, gentle and loving. And I did love it. Please don't blame Ellen for what happened, she only did it for me. We have been talking about it for a long time now." She was silent for a moment, collecting her thoughts, "Daddy, I know that you love me; you have shown it in so many ways that I can't begin to name all of them. You have risked your life for me, and cared for me, and given me a place to live where I am safe and happy. I had given up all hope of ever having any of those things, but you gave them all to me, without ever asking for anything. I love you for that; more than you will ever know. Ellen knows how I feel, because she feels the same way. We tell each other how lucky we are all the time." I started to say something, and she put her finger on my lips to silence me. "You made yourself my real daddy. I know that it was dangerous to you; I saw everything that you did to prepare to get the papers. We even helped. You even got the people that did these things to me. Nobody but you would have done that for me. I will tell you a secret; even after you got me out, I never thought that you would be able to get even with them for what they did. I always believed that they would be out there waiting for me, but when you showed us the video of them going off to jail the other day, I knew that I was free." Anne stood up and spread her arms wide, she hadn't bothered to put on any clothes when she got up and was displaying her body to us. She turned all around and asked, "What do you see when you look at me?" I looked her in the eye and said, "I see a very beautiful young lady that I love very much." I was not lying, and she knew it. She pointed to the scars on her breast and stomach, "Do you see these? I remember exactly how I got these, what they did to me, and how it felt. I remember every one of these, and I will never forget any of them. They will always be there to remind me of hell. So many men have used me in every hole that I have, so many times that I never thought that any man would be able to hold me and not throw-up. I hated myself almost as much as I hated them. Then I met Ellen. She was the only person that treated me like a person, and we became friends. Then we were lovers, and we loved each other more than just for sex." She got a little smile on her face and added, "But that was fun, too." She had been getting excited and was walking back and forth. I decided that it would be better for her to get this out of her system. Ellie was trying to get up, I assumed that she was going to go to Anne, but I held her close to me. When she looked up at me, I nodded my head no, and she settled back against me. Anne stopped her pacing and turned to look me in the eye, "When you got me out of there I knew that I was just going to be used again. When I first got here I saw you looking, and I knew that you saw these and I knew that you would use me too. When you didn't, I figured that you could never want somebody like me; a girl that every other man had already used and thrown away. Ellen told me how much that you loved each other and I was jealous of her, but I knew that no man would ever want me. I was happy that I still had Ellen, and that she still loved me. When you said that you would be my daddy, and even my lover, I was very happy, but I still thought that Ellen had asked you it do it, and you were doing it for her. It was over the next week that I found out the truth. When you held me and cuddled me; then there was the sex. It wasn't fucking, I have seen more than my share of that; it was making love to me. You ran your hands over my body to excite me and give me pleasure, not to hurt me or feel the marks left by somebody else. When I looked in your eyes I saw love, not sympathy or hate. You cared about me and how I felt; you weren't just using me for your own pleasure. I knew it when you looked at me and didn't even see the scars on my body anymore. I could see it in your eyes, just like I saw the surprise that you felt today when that man George saw them and looked at you. You had forgotten that they were even there. Even now I am standing here and you only see them when I point them out to you. You don't see the other men that have used me, or done these things to me; you only see me. And, I love you more than you can ever imagine for that. You talked about raping me. I have a news flash for you there; You will never be able to rape me, because I will always be willing to do anything for you. The fact that you care only makes me love you more, but even if I don't really like something, I will still feel pleasure doing it for you. There is nothing in this world I won't do for you." Anne was looking at me like she was trying to decide something, then she looked at Ellie before she continued, "I might as well go ahead and get this out in the open. I know that Ellen will probably hate me for it, but I think that I have to say it. You are the only man that I will ever love, and I will never let any other man ever touch me again, unless you tell me to. I will never leave you. If you tell me to go, I will. Only because I love you, and I will always do what you want me to do. But even then, I will never love any other man. I don't have the trust in me to let another man in my heart. I know that Ellen loves you as much as I do, because she has told me so, and I have seen the way that she looks at you. Neither of us will ever leave you. I know that you expect us to grow up and find some guy to love and get married and all that crap, but it won't happen. We know what we want, and as far as growing up, look at us! I have been through more men than a barber's chair; and every man that Ellen has ever loved, her mother has tossed in jail. We have seen more heartache than a soap opera, and our trust is just about worn out. Why do you think that we fell in love? We both needed the same thing and we found it in each other." Anne's voice was getting very soft, and I had to strain to hear her. I knew that she was running down now. I held out my arm to her and told her, "Come over here and cuddle up with us." She looked at me and ran into my arms. There was a long silence and I knew that Anne had stripped both of their souls bare. They were waiting for my reaction, "Girls; if someday a man, or a woman, does worm their way into your heart when you aren't watching and you decide that you want to be free I will gladly let you go. I would never try to keep you from your desires. But until that time, I will be honored to love and care for you, and be your lover for as long as you will let me." I looked down at both girls as I told them, and saw the love in their eyes. Then there was hugging and kissing all around, and I found myself with my arms once again filled with squirming girl-flesh, hugging and kissing on me, and I hoped that it would never end. I suggested that we have a shower, and on the way I finished our conversation, "Only one last thing girls. No more surprises that includes me. I want to know about things like the ass-fuck girl before it happens, not after. Then I will make my own decision." They both promised and we were off to the showers. I remember as we went that we still hadn't unloaded the car. And that meant a lingerie show before bed... It was a week later that Uncle Ed called, "You were right about those files Richard. There are things in there that even men should never see. I am glad that it is over though." I agreed with him, and there was a pause on the other end of the line before he continued, "I have been in touch with the state about Anne's suit. They were surprised that she had a lawyer, and was interested in her guardian. I told them that it was unimportant at this point and that it wouldn't affect the case. We have been negotiating for a few days, but I didn't feel that we were getting anywhere, so I filed a suit against them and told them that it would be settled in court. I let them stew a bit by not returning their calls. Yesterday I called them up to see if they were a little more agreeable. To make a long story short, we did agree on a settlement. It is not what she could get in court, but it is fast and easy and it will keep things quiet. There are things in there that would be better for her if they didn't come out. I wanted to keep her present information secret so I arranged for an offshore bank account and had the money transferred into the account. That way they can't investigate the ownership of the account. The money has already been transferred into the account and I sent you an email with the access information. Usually the fee of a law suit is 33% — 45%, depending on certain factors, but I thought that 10% would be more than enough. I removed everything that could point to you or where she might be and sent everything else to them. It was one of the terms of the settlement. So everything is complete, and it is over. Everyone can now get on with their lives." I sat back and wondered about everything that had happened to me over the summer. Anne had been with Ellie and me for five weeks now, and all of us were happier than we have ever been, but the summer was coming to a close and the girls would have to start to school soon. I knew that Anne would need special attention to catch up with her age group, and it would draw attention to her. It was only a matter of time before her name attracted the press. They had been looking for her since the arrests were made and it didn't appear to be dying down yet. They were probably just waiting for school to start. I had to do something about this. I called the girls together to tell them the news. Anne was surprised to hear that I had asked Uncle Ed to handle a law suit for her. She didn't know that people could do things like that. I forgot sometimes that she had been isolated from people since she was seven. As much as she seemed like a woman, she was still a little girl in many ways. They had even kept her isolated from the television, probably so that she would never know what she could do to them. I explained the basics to her and explained that she would never have to worry about money again. She was happy to hear that, but then she surprised me, "Daddy, I want you to have the money. I wouldn't have it, if it weren't for you. Besides, you will be taking care of me for a long time and we can use that to live on." I smiled at her and told her that I had enough to take care of all of us, for the rest of our lives. She wouldn't hear of it and was determined that it be used for all of us to live on. Even though I didn't need it, I agreed that we would use half of it to find us a new home. The news surprised both of them that I wanted to move. I explained, "The press has not stopped looking for you. They are probably waiting for school to start to find you. The minute you start school, they will descend like a flock of vultures. Then they will find me, and Ellie. Our pictures will be all over the papers, and we will never have a minute's peace. If they ever find out that I am either of your lovers then I will be joining the others in jail. Our only hope is to get far enough away from here that people don't know who we are." I looked at the girls to see if they understood how important it was that we leave. Anne looked sad as she spoke, "I'm sorry that you guys have to leave because of me. If you want, I will go away so that you guys can stay here." Ellie and I both looked at her, and I knew how hard it had been for her to even make an offer like that. "Anne honey, if you don't remember, Ellie was in the CPS facility with you. My picture was already all over the papers. Ellie has seen how the people around here treat me. Why do you think that we live in this empty office building, instead of a real house? It is because they won't leave me alone. Rocks through the windows, paint on the house and garbage thrown all over the lawn. We had to move here, just so they would leave us alone," I paused to look at them. They were holding hands; when Anne looked at Ellie she nodded that I was telling the truth. "And if you think that we are going to let you get away from us that easy, you don't know us very well." I smiled and Anne was in my arms. Ellie was one step behind her as we all hugged and laughed. I told them that we should see how much money that we had to work with, as Uncle Ed hadn't told me how much that he had gotten. The girls were giggling and laughing and pinching each other, and just generally playing on the way to the office. I checked my email to get the information on the account and accessed the bank on the computer. I couldn't help but check the bank security before I logged in, and was very impressed. Even my best program didn't make a dent in it. I felt better about our privacy. I logged into the bank and brought up the account status. The girls were watching over my shoulders; they were both excited as the screen displayed itself. Even I was amazed when the account balance showed itself to be 31,500,000. By adding Uncle Ed's 10% I figured that he had settled for 35 million. Like Uncle Ed had said, she could probably get more in court, but this was quiet and quick. I was impressed. Uncle Ed must have asked for a lot more than that for them to let go of that amount so easily. Well, I knew where my state tax dollars were. The girls had shrieked in my ear and started jumping around the minute that the screen showed up. I smiled at them, and just watched their enthusiasm. I changed the account access information, and sent off a big thank you note to Uncle Ed. ------- Chapter 4 New Beginnings I had been searching the internet for a few days when I first came across it. I had over looked it, and only went back to check it out because of the price. I figured that I had to have missed something for that price. The picture of the house was nice, but it couldn't justify a ten million price tag, unless it was in downtown Beverly Hills. I checked the listing again and realized that this was much more than just a house. It was a small island, about 30 miles SW of Hawaii. It was tacked in there so casually that I had missed it, the first time that I scanned the listing. I sat back and thought about it. An island would be the prefect home. The girls could go to school by radio and internet. I had been thinking of Australia, just for that reason. Anne wasn't comfortable in large crowds, without Ellie or me right by her side. This would solve many problems, if it was what it claimed to be. I contacted the real estate agent holding the property, her name was Rose Aleigh. Of course she was a bubbly sort of woman that talked a mile a minute and wanted to tell me everything at once. It had this and that, and it was such a great deal. I tried to interrupt the flow of noise three times before she realized that I had even said anything. She was not the type of person that I liked to deal with. I finally got the idea across that I wanted to know the history of the island and how long it had been on the market. There was a pause, and I figured that I had hit the mark. She hedged around a while before she admitted that it had been on the market a long time. I had to drag it out of her that a long time was over ten years, and the small line in the listing about some maintenance would probably end up being extensive maintenance. I asked about it being repaired by the seller. She assured me that was impossible, and then the history of the place unfolded before me. She took a deep breath then started her story, "The Island had been a military base in World War II, one of the early warning stations erected after the attack on Pearl Harbor. A millionaire bought the island and fixed it up as his home. He built a lovely mansion, with a swimming pool and tennis courts and private airfield." I asked if we could skip the amenities for the time being and concentrate on the island. She seemed a little put off that I wouldn't let her get her sales pitch in. But continued, "Well, he lived there for quite a few years until he died. When his family divided up his assets, no one wanted the island, instead of cash, so they decided to put it up for sale. That is the reason that you couldn't get them to fix it; they don't want to spend anything on it, just get the money out of it. When they first listed it there was some interest, but they wouldn't come down on the price. But each year we lower it, and because of the repairs getting worse every year, it never sells. It was originally listed at twenty million, but it is still a terrific buy at ten." I saw the situation and could understand the reluctance of anybody wanting to get involved with it. But I remember a couple of guys in college that bought an old house, just off campus for only a couple of thousand dollars. Everybody said that they got took, but they put another couple of thousand into the place and it looked great. When they finished college they sold it for over twenty thousand. Sometimes things can be different than they appear. I asked her if she could arrange a time for me to see it. She was surprised and excited, and said that she would call me back with the appointment time. I also asked her to arrange for a contractor to view the property with us. She seemed a little hesitant; until I said that I would pay him for his time. She called me back a few hours later and we made arrangements for the day after tomorrow. I told her thanks and hung up. I made my reservations by internet, and went to tell the girls that I would be leaving for a few days. I knew that they could take care of themselves, but I still left the phone numbers for the emergency services and Uncle Ed. I was right about the real estate agent, she was a bubbly and overly talkative woman in her early-to-middle forties, but she still had a good figure. A little too chesty for my taste, but her tanned skin showed that she still spent a lot of time on the beach. The blond hair showed that she spent just as much time at the salon, but she still looked good. The contractor thought so, too. She had rented a helicopter to take us to the island and before we had even gotten in, he had managed to brush against her sizeable breasts three or four times. I watched her frustration with some amusement. The ride was filled with her chatter; the amenities, the benefits, the privacy, and on and on and on. I was glad when we got there. The main house, a mansion that she called it, wasn't in too bad of condition. The contractor confirmed that the construction was top quality, and that most of the repairs were just window dressing. I began to get a good feeling, but wanted to see everything. The island had its own natural waterfall. It was beautiful to look at, but it was also the source of fresh water and the electricity. I was told that all of the piping had to be replaced. It was old pipe and needed to be PVC to stop corrosion. The contractor whispered to me that I shouldn't forget the piping in the house, which would be a good sized job, too. The electrical was a hydro-electrical generator off of the waterfall. It was not salvageable at all, and would need to be replaced, as well as the entire mounting. The swimming pool and airfield would have to have extensive work, and the communications to the mainland was old underwater cables installed during the war. The docks would also have to be replaced as the cement had deteriorated, and was cracking off. The contractor waded out into the water and checked the supports and announced them sound, he then told me that a prefab dock would be the easiest and best way to go. I said that I had seen enough. I asked for a ballpark estimate, and he scratched his head as he did the math. He came back with a figure around two million, plus landscaping. I hadn't thought about that; another thing to add in. On the way back to the mainland, I used my laptop computer and connected to the internet. By the time that we had gotten back to the mainland, I knew as much about the contractors in the islands as anybody could. I knew that Harry Tolsen, the contractor that she had picked was not the cheapest, but he did good work. He also was in debt up to his eyebrows, mostly alimony. He had been married three times, and was working on number four. He had some questionable connections to organized crime that the Hawaiian police were investigating. Once we were on the ground, I asked Harry to wait a couple of minutes for me while I talked to Rose, I got the feeling that he would like to talk to her, too. I told her that I would offer 8.5 million, and that there would be no counter offer. It was a yes or no deal. I said that I would wait at my hotel for two days, after that I would be heading home and find someplace else. I felt that the offer was just about the lowest limit that they would accept, but that their natural greed would drive them to it. Rose called that afternoon, and told me that they had agreed, and that it needed to be written up. There was some extra paperwork as it was in international waters, but because of the military base that had once been there, it had some kind of annexation clause to an original land grant, which passed for a deed in legal standings. Since there was no way that liens or anything else could be a problem, it was more of a cash and carry type of deal. The usual type closing crap didn't have to take place. A formal offer still had to be made, since she got paid off of that once things were done. A local legal firm had control of the property to handle the sale, and it could be done in a few days. I arranged for the money to be transferred to an escrow account, and went to find Harry. It was just before closing, and Harry was in his office. I asked him if he wanted the job of fixing up the island. He didn't think about it before he answered that he did. I told him to write up a contract. I also told him that I wanted it to include everything, if he missed anything then it was his problem, I didn't want to hear about it later. He said that he would get it done by noon the next day. Before I left I explained that I needed the master bathroom expanded and drew out a sketch outlining the general layout that we used now. We all really liked to play in the water, and didn't want to give up the room that we now enjoy. I also told Harry that we would need a couple of hot tubs and showed him where I had in mind. The new one at the pool would be built into the ground and attached to the pool. It was a little more work, but since they had to redo the pool anyways it would be simple. The thought of going back to the hotel alone was depressing. I was used to having the girls around, and the thought of sleeping in the bed by myself made me shudder. It was amazing how you could get used to things so easily. I had a terrible night, but a call to the girls helped. We all missed each other terribly. The next day at noon I was looking over the contract. Harry had listed things that I hadn't even thought about, but he assured me that when he was finished, it would be as nice as the day it was built. I looked over the contract and noticed that it would take three months to get everything done. I said, "Harry, this quote is for two and a quarter million, and it will take you three months to get everything done." He nodded his head and shrugged his shoulders. I looked him in the eye and asked, "If it said three quarters of a million in bonus money, do you think that it could also say one month?" Harry looked at me and licked his lips, "Yeah, it could say that, but I still couldn't start on it for a week." I smiled and handed it back to him, "Why don't you fix that, and let your girl type it up, so that we can have another little talk outside." Harry looked at me curiously, but made some changes on the paper and gave it to his secretary to type up. We stepped outside and I began my other reason for my visit, "Harry I would also like for you to install a modern communications system. I don't mean just the satellite TV and crap, but phone and complete satellite interface. I don't want the standard industrial stuff; I want the phone company quality; that can handle complete internet quality high speed access with unlimited voice telephone capabilities." Harry whistled and shook his head, "That ain't the kind of stuff you can get at the builders supply yard." I smiled and agreed with him. "I was hoping that some of your connections might know where I could get something like that; that you could install at the house". Harry looked at me sharply, "What makes you think I got any connections like that?" I smiled at him and said, "My research shows that you have some very interesting friends, Harry. But if it isn't available, I understand. But if you hear of anything, I will be back by sometime tomorrow to sign those contracts." I had too much time on my hands, and I missed the girls. Rose made a pass at me, and I actually considered it. I knew that I wanted to go home. I tried to find things to keep me occupied; I went down to the marina and ended up buying a speed boat to get back and forth to the island. Then I went to the school and checked into the radio/internet classroom program. I had to invent some tall tales to explain about Anne, but in the end they setup a program to help get her up to speed over the next two years. It would take a lot of work, and both Ellie and I would have to help her, but I didn't mind and Ellie had already been doing just that. I explained that they would both be joining me in the islands in a month or so. They wanted to go ahead and get them started on the program and setup the internet portion so that they wouldn't fall behind. I didn't have to think about it, and I signed them up. The next day I signed the papers on the Island and became the new owner. Before I left I arranged to have the firm handle monitoring the repairs and setup another escrow account. When I went over to sign the papers with Harry he informed me that he had found a communications system, just like I wanted, at the local builders supply yard. I smiled and told him to add it to the cost of the contract. He smiled and assured me that he already had. I told him that when the construction was complete I would need the services of his transportation barges to move my furniture and things. He said that it could be arranged. I told him that I would see him in a month, and the only things left had better be some finishing touches. He smiled and we shook hands, I smiled as I left knowing that the instructions I left with the lawyers required that it be finished on time, or Harry didn't get his bonus. I knew he would find out when he went looking for his paycheck. Back at Home I almost got raped when I came in, but as Anne had so clearly explained, you can't rape the willing. We were all over each other. I was happy to be home. The girls were waiting for me when I came in. They had been teasing each other all morning, and were a bit on the randy side. I knew that Ellen would be the more aggressive as she wasn't as shy, and I didn't want it to seem that I was picking one over the other. I decided on a little game. It would also give me a chance to get my clothes off and get more in the mood. "Okay! Each of you can have one kiss, and then we will do something different." They looked at me curiously but there was excitement in their eyes. I gave both girls a kiss and they had my cock tenting out in my pants. "Now we are going to have a little contest. You can do whatever that you want to each other, but the first one to cum has to wait for me until the other is finished." There was a predatory look on their faces as they turned on each other. I didn't think that either had a real advantage over the other, and I knew that even the looser would have fun. Anne walked up to Ellie and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her mouth close for a soul-searching kiss. I knew that was hitting below the belt for Ellie, but she came back nicely as she reached up and pulled on Anne's nipple chain. There were groans as the pleasure raced through their bodies, but they held back the orgasms. When neither could make the other cum they changed tactics. I had just finished taking my clothes off and was enjoying the show when Anne went for Ellie's nipple chain and led her to the bed. I knew that this was going to be an all out assault, but Ellie wasn't one to give up easily and she had a few tricks of her own. When Anne pushed her on the bed she dove between her legs, and I thought that Ellie was going to lose it there, but she surprised both of us when she twisted around and attacked Anne in a classic 69. My cock was throbbing so hard that I knew that the winner wouldn't have to wait long to get a pussy full of cream. It appeared that they were both now settled in on their action, and it would just be a matter of time. I heard Ellie scream and knew that she was having a massive orgasm. Her body tensed and then she raised her ass off the bed, taking Anne with her. She was thrashing and crying as the pleasure pounded through her. It left her weak and twitching. Anne turned on me with an animal passion, as she lunged for my cock. She had it in her mouth sucking and trying to drain it of its life-giving content in a second. I pulled her off my cock and pushed her back onto the bed. She looked at me with desire filled eyes, "Please hurry, please!" I moved between her legs and slid my cock to the bottom in one smooth stroke. "Ahhhhhhh God!" she screamed. I felt the same way myself, as my cock sank into the hottest thing that I have ever felt. On the next stroke Anne started her orgasm, as her body tensed and her eyes closed. She opened her mouth but no sound came out as she madly thrust her hips at me. The tightening of her pussy and the flurry of motion sent me over the edge along with her. We were thrusting and grunting our passion as it peaked and slowly let us down to Earth. I then became aware of a tongue busy at work at our joined body. Anne must have felt it too, as she called to Ellie, "Hey you better save me some of that!" There was laughter all around. As we separated Anne was on me in an instant, with Ellie busy at Anne's dripping pussy. Within minutes there wasn't a drop to be found anywhere, and Anne and Ellie were hotly kissing; exchanging the last of their ill-gotten gains. They never ceased to amaze me. They kissed a final time then turned on me and wanted to know everything. Neither Anne nor Ellie was overjoyed at hearing that they had to start school, but for different reasons. Ellie didn't want to go back to school; she would rather spend her time with me. Anne wanted to go to school, but still had a fear for large crowds when she was alone. She could face the whole world as long as Ellie or I was with her. I let them whine a little bit before I told them that they would be going to school from home. As I explained the process they both became more excited. By the time that I had finished, they were jumping and laughing and holding each other. I loved to watch them together. I told them that it was good that they liked the idea because tomorrow was their first day. I then took them to the computer room and showed them their new school. They were very excited and wanted to get started right away, but I told them that tomorrow was soon enough. I saw the doubt in Anne's eyes, and explained that I had arranged a special program that would allow her to catch up with the other kids her age, but that it would take two years, and she would really have to work hard. I told her that both Ellie and I would help her all along the way. She kissed me and hugged Ellie, "Thanks you guys! Both of you, I love you both so much." The next day was Friday and Ellie and Anne were on their computers bright and early, actually it was very early as the time change almost made it a midnight class. The girls didn't mind they loved it and Anne got the hang of things quickly and was really enjoying it before it was over. I checked on information on moving and found that it would take two weeks to get the stuff from here to Hawaii and knew that we would have to get a lot of things done before then. After the girls had their school classes Ellie remembered that Uncle Ed had called while I was gone, and wanted me to call him when I got home. She blushed as she said that she forgot; she had other things on her mind until now. I smiled and tousled her hair, and she swatted my ass. Then we both laughed. When I called Uncle Ed I found out that the house was in the process of selling and that we needed to take a last walk through of it and make sure that we hadn't forgotten anything. That afternoon we drove to the house and Anne was shocked at the size of it. I didn't tell them about their new house yet, I thought that it would be a nice surprise. The guest house at the island was as large as this one. I had to admit that walking through the house, knowing it would be the last time, was a little difficult. I remembered the times that Dad had played with me in the den, and that mom had been in the kitchen. I could almost see them in every room. The girls noticed my mood and quickly set about the chore of checking every closet and drawer. When we were sure that there was nothing left, we locked the door for the last time and I drove over to Uncle Ed's house. When I gave him the keys I told him of our decision to leave. He just nodded his head and said, "I expected that you would do that. If you didn't it would only be a matter of time before they drove you to it. We'll miss you, but it is probably the best thing." I was glad that he understood. We stayed for dinner and Aunt Betty and the girls had a great talk, once the kids were sent to bed. I took that time to tell Uncle Ed that I wanted to sell the building, and asked if he would handle it for me. He smiled and said that it wasn't a problem, and that he would be glad to do it. I told him, "I will have the movers coming out in a couple of weeks and then we will go on to Hawaii. Once we are gone, you can list the place. I will sell it with furnishings and computers and all; lock, stock and barrels." He grinned but just nodded. I told him that we would all miss them and that once we were settled I would give him a call and give him the address and telephone and such. As we were getting ready to leave Uncle Ed offered to drive us to the airport when we got ready to leave. I thanked him, kissed Aunt Betty and we headed back to the office. The next couple of weeks were just a blur of activity; getting things ready to move again and packing, and in my case cleaning all of the computers in the office. I didn't want to leave anything that might point to me or the girls. The girls were having a ball with school and it gave them something to do while I was busy taking care of the other things. I arranged with Uncle Ed to dissolve the corporation and roll all of my money into the offshore banking account, after the house and the office building were sold. The time flew by; we were suddenly standing in the empty living quarters of the office. Both the girls looked really sad; I could understand. Anne hadn't known any other place that she felt safe in years, and I knew that Ellie loved this place too. I looked around fondly but knew that we had to go. I called Uncle Ed to stop by and pick us up. We would wait at the airport until time to go. When Uncle Ed arrived he was surprised to see my Sports car in the garage area. I told him that I hadn't even driven it since Anne had come to live with us; as much fun as it was, it just wasn't big enough for three. And on the island I knew that there wouldn't be much chance to get to drive it. I had not told Uncle Ed about the island, and still didn't see a reason. As far as he needed to know we would be living in Hawaii. A sudden thought crossed my mind, "Hey Uncle Ed; would you mind taking care of my car? You know, drive it every once in a while and things like that, just until I can come back and get it." Uncle Ed smiled and shook his head, I think that he knew that I would never be back for it, but I knew that he wouldn't get rid of it either. So it would give Uncle Ed something that I think that he had always secretly wanted, but was just too damn practical to get. I had hooked him and he knew it. The Island When I went to look Harry up, he still had well over a week left, but he was still a little hot about the bonus money. I reminded him that he said that he could do it, and I told him that I didn't want any excuses. He smiled and said, "Yep, you sure made your point on that one. When I found out I had to rearrange all my workers, otherwise I would never get done on time." I looked at him with a smile and said, "Now Harry, you don't mean that you planned on not finishing on time, did you?" He chuckled and said, "Well, now to tell you the truth, I did think that it might run a little over, but once I talked to that lawyer fella, I figured that we could pull it in on time. Hell we are even ahead of schedule now. Once we got that power plant in operation, I was able to start an around the clock operation. It really started to move then." I was happy that things were going along so nicely. I confirmed the arrangements of the barge with the movers' arrival. By the time that I got back to the hotel, the girls were finished with their school, so we all headed over to the mall. It took a while but they both found some great swim suits. Ellie picked out a slinky little bikini, and Anne chose a French-cut one piece. Both of them looked good enough to eat, and I thought that I might do just that. We headed over to the marina and I showed them the boat. They were excited so I decided to take it out for a while. Once we cleared the harbor we headed out to the open sea. We only headed out about 2 miles; you could just see the mountains in the distance. The girls slipped out of their suits to get a good tan, and I realized that they had been cooped almost all of the summer. They just wanted to lie in the sun, so I decided to sit in the shade and watch. It can be a hard thing watching a pretty naked girl just laying in the sun, with the little beads of sweat trickling down her skin. I was having a great time. Once the sun began to fade I told them it was time to head in. They slipped on their suits as the engine roared to life. They wanted to see what it could do on the way in, so I opened the throttle as far as it would go. The bouncing of the boat was like an amusement park ride and the girls were laughing and having a great time. I had gotten checked out on the boat when I bought it, as it came with a navigation system. I followed the course back to the marina. We had to power down before we could enter the harbor, but they still enjoyed the ride. Rose stopped by the hotel, for me to sign some papers. At least that was the reason that she told me, but she seemed surprised to see the girls. They were still wearing their suits and I could see the look in her eyes as she looked them over. Some women didn't like competition. You could tell that Rose didn't like being in the same room with the girls, and I enjoyed watching her squirm. After all, who invited her anyway? She made a suggestion that we go down to the hotel bar so that I could sit down and go over the papers, in comfort. I looked at the girls and gave the old roll the eyes as I told them that I would be back in a few minutes. The giggled, but dutifully added, "Yes daddy." Just to drive the point home to Rose. The papers were a real estate service survey. I looked at it and knew that this was just a reason for her to come by to see me. I didn't know how she even knew that I was back on the islands yet, but I didn't have long to wait. She made another invitation, but I ignored it. After I filled out the survey I signed it and told Rose how good that it was to see her again. Then I left her sitting in the hotel bar. I could tell that she was pissed, but I didn't care. If men didn't usually ignore her, she had better get used to it; it was going to start happening more and more as she got older. The girls weren't expecting me back so quick, but I told them that I would rather spend my time with them. They giggled, but later they asked me, "Why didn't you want Rose. She was pretty, and she had big boobs. We know that guys like big boobs. We wouldn't get mad, honest." I looked at them and told them, "Honey not all guys like big breasts, and I am one of those guys. I like your breasts, just like they are and besides if you want to get rid of me, just let me know and I will go bug Harry about repairs or something." They looked at each other then jumped on me, and assured me that they would never want to get rid of me. I did get in touch with Harry. I had him install a full line of appliances in the main kitchen and any other built-ins that the house could handle. I figured to use the stuff that we brought in the guest house. Harry recommended a good decorator, and I contacted them. They would work with Harry and get everything done by the time the house was finished. I arranged for them to supply a complete line of the selected linens, and all of the little extra touches that would complete the house. When we got there the main house would be ready to walk into and live in. The bonus insured that it would be done on time. And of course Harry would ferry everything out there, for a small charge. Just petty larceny, but it was worth it. Harry told me that they had repaired the walk in freezer and that it was in good working order. I contacted local butchers to have it stocked, and Harry volunteered to make a special food run for me. A bit more robbery, but I didn't mind. But just to let him know I told him that since he was going to be making a food run, I would have the other food stuffs delivered at the same time. He missed a chance at an extra charge, but took it well. I made arrangements to visit the island the next morning, to check on the progress. The trip took about forty minutes, as the barge was loaded with materials. Some of the stuff I recognized, but most of it was a mystery. Harry had been telling the truth, things were looking good. Most of the landscaping had already been done, and they were busy completing it. Harry pulled me aside and took me for a walk. The communications equipment required its' own building; he had put it next to the new power station building. He told me the old one was useless, as well as everything in it. I let it pass, as I knew that he probably had a market for the stuff, but I didn't need the failures. He showed me the complete setup. It did look good. When we toured the main house I was surprised to find the broken down pool table in the play room. It had been restored to its former beauty and elegance. When I asked him about it he shrugged and said that it had been easier to fix than remove. He also leaned over and mentioned that they had anchored it to the floor, and if he removed it, he would have to replace the floor, since he couldn't patch it. I noted that for future reference. Harry might be a petty thief, and charge you for everything, sometimes twice if he could get away with it, but he did do good work. The bathroom expansion was even better than I had hoped. I told him that he did a great job, and he actually blushed. I pointed out which room was going to be my office and computer room and told him to make sure that I had communication lines in those rooms, and to verify the telephone connections in both houses, as well as outside the houses. He made notes as we walked. I also told him to contact the phone company and arrange for at least three phone lines, but I would like a private line in the guest house. Also one in the computer room, I wanted the radio equipment installed. We walked the entire building area, and in general I was satisfied with the work. On the way back to the barge, I told Harry to install electricity at the dock, and to build a boat house. As an after-thought I also told him to make arrangements for a mail drop on the docks for me, something secure but that I could check anytime that I wanted. He mentioned something about an extra charge, but when I looked at him, he just smiled. We headed back, and I made it to the hotel before the girls finished school. Then we went out on the boat for some nude sun tanning. The girls seemed to take great pleasure in brushing off the young guys chasing after them. I mentioned something about it, and they told me that it happened all the time. Every time they went anywhere, the guys were hitting on them. I told them that if they wanted to go out with some of them that I would understand. They looked at me and Ellie said, "Why would we want to go out with some stupid boys when we have a man right here with us?" The rest of the time went like that; with me finding something to do while the girls did their school work, and then we would spend the rest of the day on the boat. They never had any questions about their new home. They said that they knew that I would take good care of them. I was determined to do just that. Moving day I confirmed the arrival date with the movers, and made sure that everything was ready that morning. We checked out of the hotel early that morning and went down to the marina. I canceled the dock space that we had been using, and we took the boat around to Harry's barge space. Then we waited for the movers to arrive. Since everything had already been shipped by boat once it was still in the tractor trailer sized shipping containers. Harry had the crane connect to it and it was loaded on the barge. A smaller one was then loaded, and I knew that it contained the SUV. I kicked myself that I hadn't given a thought to gasoline. Harry noticed that I was upset about something, so I told him. I figured that it he would have to do that job as well. He smiled at me and said, "I told you that everything would be just like it was when it was new. And, when it was new there was a gasoline tank at the airfield. It is full up and ready to pump. The gasoline is an extra of course." He smiled and I knew that Harry was going to go far. The boat ride out was murder for the girls, since we had to go at the barge speed. They were excited that today was the day. Even I was pretty excited, not because of moving, but I wanted to watch the girls. I loved to watch them get excited, and it really gave me a good feeling. When we tied up at the dock the movers groaned at the distance to the house, since the containers couldn't be unloaded from the barge. Harry, of course, was quick to offer the use of his flatbed truck. He kept it on the island just in case that he needed it for anything. I agreed to the extra charge and the moving started. I took the girls to the guest house and had them supervise the placement of everything. They were impressed with their new home, but kept asking who lived in the real big house on the top of the hill. I told them that we would meet them later, after everything was unloaded and put away. You would think that the girls were slave drivers. They didn't give the movers a break. The only breaks that they got were the ride to and from the containers on the barge. The SUV was the last thing. They unloaded it at the dock and I stopped by the boat house to sign for everything, and to give room for Harry's truck to get loaded on the barge. It was then that I noticed that the boat house also had a gas pump. When I mentioned it to Harry he just smiled and said, "Boats need gas too. When you said that you wanted a boathouse, I just figured that you would be needing gasoline here too." I smiled again, and knew that he would charge me extra for that too. I told Harry to call me with the extra costs, and I would make sure that the lawyers had the money and the authorization to pay him. We both smiled and shook hands. When I got to the guest house the girls were running around like kids at Christmas. But everything was getting done. They knew where everything went and were busy as little bees. I had to make them stop for lunch, which appeared as if by magic. Actually I slipped up to the house and made lunch, then brought it down to the patio. When I called the girls, they couldn't figure out how I did it, but they suspected that the people on the hill had done it for them. In a way, they were right. By middle afternoon our only problem was empty boxes. But the task of getting everything put away had been done. I kept my promise and took them up to the main house. They were still wearing their swimsuits, and were drooling as we went by the pool and the hot tub bubbling behind the main house. I knocked and entered through the back door. They looked at me funny, but didn't say anything. They were very quiet as they looked around. Everything shined and gleamed back at them. Everything looked like it came out of a decorating magazine. I told them that it was okay if they walked through the house. They stuck their head in every closet and opened every door and looked out every window. There were still talking in hushed tones and whispering and pointing at this and that when we got to the main bedroom. I had steered them away from it until last. They loved the room and the giant closets and then Anne went into the bathroom. She looked around then screamed. Ellie was in the bathroom in a flash. They just stared for a few minutes then turned on me and demanded, "Is this our house?" I couldn't keep the smile off my face, "Actually yes it is, the other house is just a guest house, but I knew that if we didn't get the work done now, it would be weeks before we got back to it." There was some real hostility when they came at me. Some of those hits and slaps on my ass actually hurt a little. But I was soon forgiven, and told them that the whole island was ours. We could do anything that we wanted, any time that we wanted and nobody could say a damn thing about it. They looked at each other and pounced on me again, but this time there was passionate hunger in their eyes, and it scared me more than the anger, as they dragged me into the shower clothes and all. ------- Chapter 5 Unexpected Events Life had settled down on the Island for the girls and me, we had been living there for almost two years now. We usually boated to the mainland every weekend; sometime we went shopping at the mall, and sometimes we just spent the day walking around watching the people. The girls loved to eat out, shopping for music, new movies, and new bikinis. Sometimes it baffled me how any woman could have thirty bikinis and still need another one, but they assured me that they did. More than once I checked to see if they were buying new ones just to save washing the old ones, but they were all there. It got to the point that I hated to go to Victoria Secrets any more, they always found something that they just had to have, but they never wore it. It was starting to drive me crazy. They spent their days wearing bikinis, which I really enjoyed, then at night it was just a short satin robe before bed. And they had more lingerie than a professional stripper. But every time they wanted a new one, I said yes. It was worth twice the price just to watch their faces while they shopped. And if I forget to mention the decorating shops I would really kick myself. The girls had been so impressed with the house and the decorating that they subscribed to some decorating magazines. They would go through each room discussing the décor and then making suggestions to each other and comparing things in the magazines. If you think that a man in Victoria Secrets is out of place, then follow along with two energetic young women from shop to shop comparing candle holders and fragrance of candles. But I had to give them credit; the house could have hosted a state dinner at a moments notice. They kept everything sparkling and shiny and there was never anything out of place. If I made a mess, I would hear about it for a week. Anne had managed to catch up in her school work even faster than expected and was now enjoying the free time. This was the first summer that they didn't have school work to do, so they spent a lot of time by the pool. Since there was never a winter here they looked great the year around. Ellie still hadn't gotten any bigger in any direction. She couldn't put on weight even though she ate like a horse, she was always complaining that she was too thin, but Anne and I thought that she looked great. She was just as upset that her breasts were still an A cup, and she refused to believe that we liked them. On the other hand, Anne had managed to put on a few pounds since she had left the CPS facility, and was looking great. She was still convinced that the scars on her body were disgusting, even though Ellie and I kept telling her that time and the sun had faded them until you couldn't even tell. If you looked close you could still see some of them, but I was sure that time would take care of those too. Me, Well I was just about the same. The girls kept me in shape by making me take care of the island, and them. I never got a day off. There was always something that needed to be done. Their latest craze was exploring the rest of the island. They would hike for miles across the island exploring every little nook and cranny. I wouldn't let them go alone, so I was there with them. They always made sure to bring along a picnic lunch, and at least once during every trip there was always a romantic place that just demanded us to make love. I could never complain about sex with the girls, it had lost its initial fever, and was now a slower and gentle love-making. We were happy and comfortable with each other now, we knew just about everything about each other, and I knew that the girls would never leave me. If they did I thought that it might kill me. When we returned from one of these excursions I was surprised to find a call waiting on the answering machine. It was Sammy's voice, "Cousin Richard, this is Sam. Uh, could you call me back please when you get home, uh I don't know what to do. Maybe I shouldn't have called you. But, uh, please Cousin Richard; call me when you get home." I looked at the clock to determine what time it was there, it would be almost midnight. Uncle Ed would probably be pissed, but I decided it was worth the ass-chewing. I called and Sammy answered on the first ring. I spoke to the receiver, "Hello Sammy this is your Cousin Richard, is everything okay?" I could hear the relief in his voice, "Oh Cousin Richard! I sure am glad that you called, I didn't know what to do, mom has been acting real strange, and Kathy and I just don't know what to do." Everything rushed out at once and I was having a hard time making sense of it. "Where is Uncle Ed, uh, your dad?" I hoped that Uncle Ed could shed a little light on things. "Uh, Uh, daddy's dead, he died a couple of months ago, and now mom is really acting strange, and we just don't know what to do." I could hear the desperation in his voice and knew that I had to be there for them just like Uncle Ed had been there for me. I spoke softly to Sammy, "Now take it easy Sammy, everything will be okay, I promise. You go to bed now and get some sleep, and I will be there in the morning." He rambled a little but I could tell that he was calming down. Once he was calm I sent him off to bed and hung up the phone. I was still in shock as I checked the reservations on the internet. I checked my watch and saw that I could just make it, if I got moving. While I made the reservations and prepaid the ticket, the girls scampered off to pack my bags. Giving it a quick thought, I called to have a taxi waiting at the marina. Once I was finished, I filled in the girls on what had happened. They were as shocked as I was about Uncle Ed. They both had liked him and were grateful for everything that he had done for all of us. They asked why nobody told us he had died. "I don't know, but I intend to find out." I said as I picked up my bag and gave the girls a kiss. I was at the marina in 25 minutes. I slipped a hundred dollars in the rental slot for the boat dock, which would cover as long as I might be gone. If I needed to I could have the girls bring in the cabin cruiser to pay for more time, we found that the speed boat was fun, but like the sports car you just can't carry enough at one time. My taxi was waiting, with the meter running, and I was off to the airport. With my connecting flights and layovers I figured that I would be in around 8 AM. I planned to sleep on the plane, but found my mind filled with thoughts and sleep eluded me. I was pretty close to my estimate; it was 8:30 when the taxi stopped in front of the house. I had never seen the house look like it did now. The lawn needed mowing, and there were little bits of trash everywhere. Not something that was thrown there, just blown in from the wind, but it had stayed. Most of it looked like it had been there for a while. I frowned as I tried to decide what Uncle Ed would have thought. I didn't see a car in the driveway, but it could have been in the garage. Uncle Ed's car had always set out so that Aunt Betty could have the garage for the family car. I shook myself out of my reverie and started toward the door. The bell brought the sounds of children as they rushed to the door. Sammy was now eleven, and had started to shoot up. He was about 5'4" and I could tell that he was still the charmer of the family, his hair was still the sandy blond and his blue eyes set off his good looks. I thought that he looked a little thin, but at that age I was on the thin side myself. Kathy though was a real beauty, her hair had darkened from the sandy blond to a beautiful chestnut, and her royal blue eyes set off the high lights in her hair. She was around 5 foot, I could look her in the eye the same as Ellie. She was still as cute as ever, and from the look on the face, probably still the terror of the family. I smiled as I saw them, and they were yelling and jumping in my arms. I found that I had really missed them, and not being around them. Once I extracted myself; I picked up my bag and we went inside. I had never seen the house in such a state; it looked like a disaster area. There were clothes and dishes everywhere. The kids were embarrassed, but there wasn't much that could be done about it now. I asked if I would be staying in the guest room, and they nodded their heads. Sammy and Kathy each took a bag. The guest room looked much like it always had, but there was a fine layer of dust on things. I could tell that nobody had been in here in a while. The kids put the bags down and I smiled at them, asked if their mom was up yet. They looked at each other, and Sammy answered, "Mom isn't home yet. Sometimes she doesn't come home, when she goes out." I raised my eyebrows and looked at them, but both of them were busy looking at the floor. I could tell that this might take a while to get straightened out. I said to the kids, "Okay then, there's a lot of work to get done, without her. Let's get in the kitchen and get stared." They both looked at me and smiled. I'm not sure what they expected me to do, but chewing them out wasn't on my list. Not without a good reason. The kitchen wasn't any better than the rest of the house, maybe even a little worse. I first assigned garbage detail. I had Sammy carry the garbage bag, and Kathy to throw all the garbage away. She complained that Sammy got the easier job, but I just smiled at her. When they were finished with the kitchen, I sent them off through the rest of the house. By the time that they were finished Sammy almost had to drag the bag as they came into the kitchen. I looked at Kathy and asked if Sammy still had the easier job, she looked at him struggling with the bag and just grinned. I told Sammy to take the garbage on out and to replace the bag in the can, I was sure that more would pop up. The Kitchen clean-up proceeded. I had Sammy go through the whole house and collect every dish, while Kathy and I got the dishwasher loaded with the dishes in the kitchen. It was a long job getting everything clean, but when we finished the kitchen, it shined. We then moved to the next room. Along the way we got the laundry started. That turned out to be an all day job. When the only thing left was the bathrooms I got things started and did the jobs that the kids called yucky, then I left Kathy to finish as Sammy and I moved outside. Picking up the garbage and getting the lawnmower going. Sammy and I had a chance to talk while we worked. I asked him about Uncle Ed and he told me, "I don't really know everything, as a kid they won't tell you much. I figured out that dad was killed by a drunk driver. Mom didn't talk to anybody until after the funeral, and then she just moped around. Her friends kept trying to get her to go out and have a good time, you know, just to get her mind off things. So one night they just put her coat on her and dragged her out of the house with them. She came back home kind of late, but Kathy and I was glad that she wasn't just sitting home looking at dad's picture any more." He got quiet as he raked the dead leaves and bits of paper. I waited, and then had to prompt him to continue, "They took her out again. Then she started going out by herself. Each time she got home later and later, and sometimes she didn't come home all night." He just shrugged his shoulders and kept working. I knew that there was something else, but he didn't want to talk. So I let it drop for now. By sundown I was tired, but the place looked like it did when Uncle Ed was there. I felt better being there; it felt more like it was supposed to. I found the family car in the garage, and decided that we needed a special dinner. I loaded the kids in the car and we were off to a nearby restaurant. The kids were excited about everything, and I praised their work. They had done a good job today, and they were proud of themselves. It was a good dinner, and everybody was happy. As we pulled onto the street, I could see my BMW sitting in the driveway. I knew that Aunt Betty was back. The kids tensed when they saw the car. I could only guess at the reason, but I figured that I would find out soon enough, by myself. I parked in the garage, and closed the door. I noticed that my car had a few dings and such, but I could hardly complain since I had left it with Uncle Ed. The kids waited for me before going into the house. Aunt Betty was spread out on the couch. She looked like she had been drinking for some time. Her eyes were red and she didn't look too stable; her blouse buttons didn't match the button holes that they were in and it looked like her skirt was about to fall off. Her shoes were on the floor beside the couch. She didn't appear to be in a good mood, and she was loud, "Where the hell have you kids been?" She rounded on them as soon as they came through the door. She hadn't seen me yet, and I could hardly believe that this was Aunt Betty. When she saw me it wasn't much better. "Well I should have figured that you'd crawl you ass back here. Looking for your share of the money now?" I managed to keep my temper from exploding, but it was only because of the kids. I could only stare at her; could this be the same woman that had helped me when I was young? When I didn't answer her she just snorted, and told Sammy to get her a beer. She then seemed to forget that I was even there. Sammy moved off to the kitchen at a brisk walk, I could only guess what would happen if he didn't. She then turned her attention to Kathy, "Get over here bitch, and clean me up." I wasn't sure what she meant, but obviously Kathy did as she started blushing furiously as she moved over to her. I realized that I no longer thought of her as Aunt Betty, that woman no longer existed. I was shocked as Betty pulled up her skirt, revealing only her hairy bush with her pink lips protruding from the forest of hair. Kathy dropped to her knees and started to lick and clean Betty's drooling pussy. I was so stunned that I couldn't even speak. Sammy came in from the kitchen and handed Betty a beer. I knew that she must have brought it with her, because we cleaned out the fridge and there wasn't any beer earlier. Once she had the beer she took a long pull and looked at Sammy. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she was vicious and Sammy didn't hesitate. He dropped his pants revealing his small cock. Betty didn't hesitate either as she slipped it into her mouth sucking it down with a hunger. Only the sucking sounds of Kathy and Betty could be heard. Sammy was blushing furiously as he looked at me; that seemed to snap me out of whatever it was that had gotten a grip on me. I walked up to Sammy and gently pulled his cock from Betty's sucking mouth. Her eyes were closed and she didn't notice. I pointed to his room and he nodded and quietly moved off. I then gently eased Kathy from her mother's wet pussy, she left it reluctantly, I was surprised but she seemed to want to finish this. I pointed to her room; she was half way there when Betty's eyes snapped open. She looked around and shouted to Kathy to get back over there, I just motioned her on to her room. I stood in front of Betty, with hands on hips, "What the hell are you doing?" She turned her eyes to me and seemed to see me again, and she laughed, "What the hell does it matter to you? You've been fucking those two bimbos of yours since you got them, and you come in here and say shit to me. What right have you got?" My temper flared and I moved quickly. I grabbed her by the hair jerking her up, I don't remember grabbing her throat, but it was in my hand as I slapped her hard. I slapped her again and again. When she stopped wiggling in my hands I looked at her and let her down to the couch. She was a little worse for wear, and her cheeks were a bright red, but she was still alive. She was just passed out. I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. I carried her to her room and put her to bed. I felt sorry for her. I watched my mom go to pieces, but it had been better than having to watch this. I turned out the light and closed her door. I went to Sammy's room and knocked on the door. There was no answer so I opened the door and found Sammy and Kathy both in the bed under the covers, huddled together. I spoke softly to them. "Okay kids, you can come out now. I think that we need to talk. Let's go into the living room." Both heads slowly appeared from under the comforter. They seemed resigned to the facts and slowly crawled from the bed. They weren't wearing any clothes, and I knew that there was still more going on here that I had to know. Sammy picked up his robe as Kathy slipped by him and went into her room. She came out wearing her robe was well. When we were all settled in the living room; the kids on the couch and I was in Uncle Ed's favorite chair, I looked at them and Sammy took a deep breath and began the rest of the tale. "I told you that mom came home later and later. She was picking up guys and going home with them. The next morning she was always okay, and everything was fine. Then she started to bring them home with her. Some guy would come over and they would sit around and drink; mom would get real drunk. One night I heard some noises and came out to see what was going on. Mom and this guy were naked and doing things on the floor. She was screaming and saying all kinds of nasty things. I didn't know what to do and I just went back in my room." I could understand his situation. If I had been there at his age, I wouldn't have understood it either. "Then last month mom started seeing this one guy. He seemed like a nice guy at first, then one night he saw me peeking out of my door." He blushed as he said it, and I could understand his curiosity. I nodded, but I didn't want to say anything that would interrupt his story. "Well Charlie, that's his name, told me to come on out. Mom got a little upset but he told her that I was watching anyways so I should get a good look. Then he had mom suck his cock while I watched. I couldn't help it, but I got hard watching mom suck on him. Then he told her to suck me, and she said no. He grabbed her and slapped her until she was crying, then he told her to suck me, and she did. After a while he said that I could go to bed, and I did." Sammy took a deep breath and looked to me, and I nodded showing that I was listening and that he should continue. "The next night when he came over Kat had already gone to bed, but I was still up. He told me to strip and mom didn't say anything, so I took off my clothes. He told mom to take hers off too; she tried to say something but he hit her and said that he was calling the shots around here. She took off her clothes too. He told mom to suck me off, and while she was sucking me, he took off his clothes. When he was naked, he told me to sit on the couch and I sat down. He had me move to the edge and lean back. Then he told mom to sit on my cock and take it up her ass. She shook her head no, and he hit her again. Then he told her to do it, and when she didn't move he hit her again. Then she moved and sat down on my cock, and it went right into her ass." I could see that Sammy was having a hard time telling me about this and told him to wait. I went to the kitchen and got everybody a soft drink from the fridge. I noticed that there was more than a case of beer in the fridge now. I had a complete wine cellar and fully stocked bar at the Island, but we rarely drank more than a wine cooler when we would go down to the waterfall and sit and watch the sunset. I shook my head and headed back to the living room. I noticed that when I entered that Kathy had her hand inside her robe, but quickly took it out when I came in. I gave the kids the soft drinks and told Sammy that he could continue. "Once mom put my cock in her ass she started moving up and down. I had started to go soft when he was hitting on mom, but when she did that I got harder than I had ever been. When I got hard mom started making strange moaning and grunting noises. Charlie smiled and told her that he knew that she was a sick bitch inside. The he got down in the floor, right here were we are sitting, in front of mom and he put his big cock in mom's pussy. I felt it when it went in and then mom was bouncing up and down on both of us. It felt so good. I had my hands at my side and he took them and put them on mom's tits. Then he put his hands over mine and showed me how to pull and pinch them. That's when mom really went nuts. She was saying the same nasty things that I had heard her say that first night, and she was tossing her head and jumping all over the place. She told me to pinch her tits real hard, and things like that. It felt real good, then Charlie started grunting and mom just stopped and made some strangled kind of noises. Then Charlie got up and told mom to go and get Kat. She looked at him kind of surprised and just sat there on me. Charlie hit her so hard that she few off me and landed on the floor, then he reached down and grabbed her by the hair and told her to get going. Mom came back with Kat. She was wearing her night gown and Charlie told her to take it off. Mom started to say something and Charlie looked at her and she just stopped and helped Kat take off her night gown. He pushed her down in front of me and then told mom to teach her what a woman was good for. Mom hung her head and showed Kat how to suck on me, and how to lick my balls and everything. All the stuff that came out of mom was all over me and Kat and mom cleaned everything up." Sammy stopped there to take a drink and I looked at Kathy and saw that her hand was back inside her robe again. She looked at me, but she didn't take her hand out this time, she just kept on stroking her pussy. I took a drink; I hadn't realized that my throat was so dry. Sammy cleared his own throat and continued, "After everything was all cleaned up, he told me to get up. Then he had mom sit down and open her legs real wide. She didn't say a word, she just did it. Charlie then took Kat and pushed her down in front of mom and told her to clean her up. Kat didn't want to, but before he hit her, mom grabbed her head and pulled her head into her pussy; I heard her tell Kat what to do. I knew that he would have hit her. Once Kat started licking mom she got real quiet, so he got down and told her what to do, and I watched as Kat cleaned out all of the stuff that he had squirted in there, and then he showed her mom's clit and told her to suck it. Once Kat started sucking on mom's clit she went crazy again; bucking and moaning and jumping all around. Charlie told Kat to hang on and don't stop sucking until mom pushed her away. It wasn't long before mom was wheezing and making choking sounds. Then she pushed Kat away. Kat had a strange look on her face, and her hand was down between her legs." Sammy looked over and smiled, "like she is now." Kat looked back at her brother and stuck out her tongue, but she didn't stop rubbing her pussy. I knew that Kathy was enjoying the sexual games, but I still wasn't sure about Sammy. "When mom was breathing normal again, Charlie told me to fuck Kat, but I didn't understand. Mom said something, but Charlie just pointed to Kat rubbing her pussy and mom's eyes got big. Mom changed after that, she didn't argue with Charlie any more, no matter what he told us to do. Mom even laid Kat down on the floor and licked and sucked on her until she was panting and jumping around like mom did, then she sucked on me until I was hard and had me get down between her legs. Then mom took my prick and put it right inside of Kat. I tried to push but it wouldn't go in very far, then mom got behind me and pushed on my butt real hard and Kat screamed. I was all the way in, and mom told me to move in and out until she told me to stop. When I did that Kat was crying, but mom told me to keep going. After a little bit Kat quit crying, and just laid there. Mom showed her how to put her legs around me and lock her feet together and to move with me. Then she started making some grunting noises and moving like I was. It felt real good then and I didn't even have to think about moving, I was just doing it. Then Kat went crazy under me. She started jerking and shaking all over." I looked over at Kathy and saw that she had a dreamy expression on her face. I had seen the same expression on the girls too many times not to know that she was just about to peak. I nodded to Sammy and he looked over and watched as her orgasm rushed in on her. She might be a ten year old kid, but she knew how to have a first class orgasm. When I looked back over to Sammy he was stroking his small cock. Kathy looked at us watching her; took the hand out of her robe and licked it clean and smiled a saintly smile. Sammy looked over and smiled, then continued his story, "Since then every time Charlie came over we were with them. The next night Charlie fucked Kat. She screamed again when he put it in, but after a bit she was fucking him right back. It was about a week after that, when Kat told me about an orgasm, and that was what she had been having. Seems mom took her aside and explained all kinds of stuff like that, you know what the names of things are. I haven't ever had one, but Kat has them all the time. Mom got to like my prick up her ass so much that she would ride on it over and over. She said it was just the right size, and since I never went soft, she could have a great time. Charlie liked to fuck Kat, and Kat liked it so I thought that everybody was happy. Then the other night Charlie and mom had a really big fight. Charlie came over and he was fucking Kat and mom was riding my cock, just like always. Then Charlie squirted his stuff and got dressed, and he also told Kat to get dressed that she would be coming with him. Mom said no! When he tried to hit her she kicked him in the balls. Then the fight really got started. They were both yelling and screaming and punching each other, well Charlie was punching, and mom was kicking and scratching and slapping. Mom told us to get out and we grabbed some clothes and took off out the back door. We hid in the field, and when we heard the cars leave we snuck back. There was nobody here, and I didn't know what to do, so I called you." I now had a good idea of the general situation, but the resolution might be a bit more difficult. It would depend on what the kids wanted. They were now both sexually active, and I knew that they would never give that up. But I couldn't allow them to get hurt either. I knew from their story that they could make up their own minds on most things, so I thought that I would get their input on the situation. "Okay so you know what you like, but what do you want? What do you want me to do?" They both looked at each other and then they started whispering, so I took it that they probably hadn't thought this far in advance. They needed a little time to talk things out, so I said that I was going to go outside and get some fresh air. "When you get finished talking things thru let me know." I enjoyed a nice walk around the backyard. It still smelled of freshly cut grass and the sky was clear. I found myself sitting in the hammock and just looking at the stars. Some time had passed, but I hadn't paid much attention. It was relaxing just watching the night sky with all the little points of light. The porch light snapped me back to the present, and I got up to see what the kids had decided. I turned off the light as I came in. They were waiting in the living room again for me. As I sat down I looked at them, "So, what can I do for you?" Sammy appeared to be the spokesman, "Well, we want to keep having sex. We both really like that, but we don't want momma to drink any more. And we don't want a bunch of strange men around here. And we want momma to start doing the stuff around the house again. And, uh I guess that's all." Kathy elbowed Sammy and when he didn't say anything she voiced a concern of her own, "And I don't ever want to see Charlie here again. He kept saying things like I was gonna make him rich and stuff like that. He scares me. And, umm, I also want to talk to you later." I raised my eyebrows but decided to reserve opinions on that one until later. I looked at them and thought that I would try to address them as best I could, "Now, kids I'm not a miracle worker or something. I can only do the things that are reasonable, I can't make other people do things that they don't want to do. As far as you having sex, well now that you know about it, I think that it would be hard for anybody to stop you. They might make it difficult, but you could always find a way. I wouldn't let that worry you too much. As far as you mother's drinking goes, I can talk to her, but I can't make her stop. But, if she stops drinking, I'll bet that the strange men will go away, and she will start doing the stuff around the house, like she used to. Charlie is a different matter. Only your mom can get rid of him, because she is the one that lets him in here." I looked at Kathy and said, "And as far as talking, it depends on what it is you want to talk about." I looked at them and waited for everything to sink in before continuing, "What everything comes down to is your mothers drinking. What do you want to do if she doesn't stop?" The kids looked at each other and shrugged, then looked to me and just sat there. After a couple of uncomfortable minutes Sammy said, "Uh, we don't' know. Uh, Cousin Richard, uh can we just leave that to you? Daddy used to tell us that there was never anybody else in the whole world that he would want helping him, if he ever got into trouble." I felt flattered that Uncle Ed felt that way, he never said anything to me about it, or even hinted that he felt that way. I felt a little choked up. "Okay kids, I'll talk to your mom in the morning and see what I can do. Sammy you go on to bed. Kathy, you said that you wanted to talk to me?" I looked at her expectantly. She met my eyes straight on and didn't budge. I had to give her credit, she had grit. "Cousin Richard, I heard something a long time ago, and lately it has been bothering me some. I heard momma and daddy talking one night about you and Cousin Ellen and Cousin Anne. Momma said that you had sex with them, and that you only had them with you because you were a pervert. Daddy said that you really loved them, but he didn't say that you didn't have sex with them. He did tell momma that there were reasons that you did the things that you did, and it was nobody's business. I want to know the truth." She looked at me like a teacher who just caught a student smoking in the bathroom. Even though I never really tried to hide anything, I had tried to keep it quiet. I guess that some things are obvious to everyone. I considered lying. I thought it would be unfair to her since I had heard the truth about her and Sammy. And I thought that it would be more unfair to Ellie and Anne, they deserved not denying our relationship. "Kathy, I don't know if you can understand this or not, but yes I do have sex with both Ellen and Anne. Your dad was right, there are reasons; things that I can't tell you. Your dad knew some of them. But even he didn't know everything. I love both Ellie and Anne; they are the most important things in my life. As far as being a pervert; I don't think that I am. And I know that Ellie and Anne don't think so. I have never forced them to do anything, they could always say no, and they know it. I am sorry that you had to find out about that, and I am sorry that it has bothered you. I will never do anything to you; you won't have to worry about me hurting you." I looked at her and hoped that I had helped to quiet her fears. She thought about it; I could see her turning it over in her mind. Then she looked at me and said, "Cousin Richard, I never thought that you would hurt me. I did want to know if you had sex with them, but not because I thought that you would attack me." She had a smile on her face, like everything was a big joke, "I was planning on attacking you tonight after you went to bed. I wanted to know if you liked little girls." Her smile was broken by her finger, the same finger that she had licked earlier, and the motion wasn't lost on me. This was a serious little girl, and she was dangerous. I looked at Kathy, and with all of the honesty that I could muster, said "Honey, I do happen to love two very young ladies, and they weren't much older than you when I started having sex with them, but I would never allow anything to happen, that they didn't know about. I would have to call and talk to them just to kiss you, at least more than a cousin type of kiss. I hope that you understand. I just couldn't stand to hurt them." I looked at Kathy and I hoped that I had not hurt her feelings too much, and that I let her down easy enough. Kathy looked at me and nodded, and I felt better. I felt that she did understand. "Cousin Richard, can you call them and talk to them please? I really want to be with you tonight." She still had that same little smile of hers, and I finally figured out that she wasn't going to give up. I suddenly thought that it might be better to call, and let the girls talk her out of this, at the least they could just say no to her. I looked at my watch and saw that it was close to midnight here; that would put it in the early evening there. I looked at her and agreed. I picked up the phone and called the special 800 number that we have for emergency calling home. It was Ellie that answered. I was happy to hear her voice and wanted to just sit and talk for hours, but Kathy interrupted my thoughts. Yes, the real reason of my call. I asked Ellie to transfer me to the speaker phone and have Anne on the line as well. She asked me to hold. When the girls were both on the line it made my feelings of homesickness worse. I shook it off and said that Kathy wanted to talk with them both. I handed the portable phone to her. She started in like they were old friends and chatting like they were classmates. I envied her the easy way that she did that. She lined out the basic situation and made her request. She listened for a couple of minutes then looked at me and said, "They said to tell you that this is woman's talk and that you are not allowed to be in the room. Go take a walk or something." She didn't say it rudely or mean, just very businesslike, and I felt like I just got sent to my room by a ten year old. I frowned and got up. I decided that I would check up on Betty. Betty was snoring softly. I felt bad about hitting her, but at the time I know that she was lucky that I didn't do a lot worse. She was all curled up in a ball, and I knew that she was cold. I felt that when she woke up she would be sober and more like her old self and I couldn't hold it against her that she got drunk. I went to her and undressed her. It was a simple job, as she wasn't wearing anything under the blouse and skirt, and they were almost off anyway. After I had her undressed I folded back the covers and put her in bed. I noticed that she was probably going to have a black eye tomorrow, but there wasn't much that I could do about that now. Before I covered her up, I noticed that for a woman ten years my senior she didn't have a bad body. She had lost some weight since I had left and it made her look much better. When I felt the stirring in my pants, I knew that it was time to cover her up and leave. Kathy was no where to be found, so I concluded that she had gone to her room. I didn't know if she was still talking to the girls or not. I checked the phone cradle and the phone was still gone. I had nothing else to do, so I turned off the lights and locked the doors and went on to the guest room. I was reading a novel when there was a light knock on the door, I called to come in, and Kathy entered carrying the phone. She handed the phone to me with a smile, "They want to talk to you." I thought that she seemed smug, and hoped that she hadn't talked the girls into anything. When I spoke on the line I heard the girls in the earpiece, "Daddy, you have got to make love to that little girl!" I was totally taken aback and stuttered on the line. It was Ellie that spoke next. "Daddy, relax and listen to us, we have talked a lot to Kat and she needs you right now. There are things happening in her life, and to her that she really needs to be loved, not just fucked, but really loved." At this point Anne took over the conversation. "Daddy, I know what it is to be fucked and used, and you showed me what it means to be loved. Daddy, please, she needs love in her life right now, not rejection. We know what we are talking about, please trust us, and just do as we ask you." They went silent as I mulled it over in my mind. They certainly sounded like they knew what they were talking about, and I knew that I trusted their opinion, but I still felt like I was cheating, and I said so. "Daddy you aren't cheating on us, we told you to do it." I looked at Kathy and felt that she was watching me like a vulture watched the last movements of a dying animal; I sort of had the feeling of being that animal. I gave in, as I usually did when the girls really wanted something, but I still didn't feel right about it. Before I could say good-bye they dropped another bombshell on me, "Oh daddy, there is one other small thing." I waited for the other shoe to fall, what would it be now? Knock the little girl up while I was at it. "We should tell you that you will probably need to make love to Aunt Betty before you leave. Hold it! We already know what you are going to say and this is something that even Kat doesn't realize, but if you are going to straighten her out you will have to make love to her, and no that doesn't mean fuck her, but really show her that you love her. That is her real problem, not the drinking, that is just how she lets go. If you don't she might actually end up dead before she finds what she really needs." I was totally speechless. I stuttered again and finally got out, "No that is not the best way to handle something like this. We can talk this out like adults and she can get some help." The girls being the patient, loving women in my life pointed out, "Daddy there are times that you surprise us. Sometimes you don't understand women at all. If that is what you believe, just forget it and follow our advice or you will screw everything up for everybody. Just do what we told you to do when the time comes; you will know when it is right. Now hang up this phone and make love to that little girl and quit acting like a total ass... And one more thing daddy, we love you and miss you very much. Sleep tight and call us tomorrow." I wasn't sure who the true adult was in our little family. Since I got here I have had the feeling of being five years old again and everybody telling me what to do. But the girls had never given me any reason to doubt them. I wasn't so sure about this last bit, but if they were sure, I would play things by ear and see what happened. "Good night girls, I love you very much and I will call you tomorrow." I pushed the disconnect button and handed Kathy the phone. She looked at me and I told her to go put the phone up, and then she could come back. I put away my book and moved over to make room for my little lover. As her body slid in next to mine I felt her nervous tension. She was so wound up that she might start spinning in the bed at any minute. I had to loosen her up before we could ever hope to do anything. I left the reading light on and uncovered us. As I got my first good look at her I could tell that her breasts were nonexistent, but she did have two hard little nipples that were developed. She had no hair on the pubic mound, her hips had only the barest beginnings of a flare, and her little pussy looked like that of a five year old girl. I think that I was more scared than she was, but I had seen her have a true orgasm, and if the kids didn't lie to me, then I was not the first adult male that would be in that little pussy. I ran my hand over her stomach and massaged the tight muscles. I slid my hand to her sides and worked the muscles there and kept moving in circles covering larger areas. When I brushed my fingers over her erect little nipples she sucked in a quick breath and there was the faintest moan as she let it out, as her body shuddered. I now knew that her nipples were as sensitive as any mature woman. I kept massaging her body in every area trying to loosen her up and get her to relax. When she did start to relax her little hand slid over to my body and softly grabbed my cock; I could tell that this was an experienced hand. I leaned down and softly kissed her, she seemed surprised at first, then relaxed and kissed me back. She kissed like the little girl that she was. I opened my lips and gently probed her lips with my tongue; she was surprised, but adjusted quickly and opened her mouth to me. Her first lesson in kissing began. I slid my tongue into her soft sweet little mouth, exploring the little hidden recesses. I noticed that she was holding her breath, and whispered to her to breathe through her nose. It made the kissing experience much more pleasurable, when she could breathe. She was a quick study and was soon slipping her tongue into my mouth and soon we were playing little love games with our tongues. At sometime in the process her hands found their way around my neck, and we were locked in a passionate embrace. I moved my hand to her breasts and gently tweaked her nipple, the response was immediate. She started to thrust her hips and she tried to suck my tongue down her throat. I moved to the other nipple and the thrusting became more frantic. I spent some time working from one nipple to the other, until her thrusts were a constant movement and she was moaning on my mouth. I gently moved my hand down to her pussy to find her legs spread wide. As I slid my hand between her thighs, my fingers separated the lips of her pussy, and my middle finger came to rest on her exposed clit. She screamed into my mouth and clamped her legs around my hand, thrusting her hips to provide more direct stimulation. After a few wild thrusts, I removed my hand. Her eyes opened wide, and she broke the kiss. "Oh God, please put it in me... , please, I need it so bad." I knew that she was at the very peak of pleasure, but I didn't want her going over just yet. I wanted her to experience the frustration of not getting something that she really needed. This would be a new experience for her, and one that she would learn to control in the future. I teased her a little, "How bad do you need it?" She looked at me with a hunger in her eyes, "I need it very bad, please give it to me." I knew that she did, but there were a few things more that she was going to learn tonight. She wanted sex with me; she would get the whole number. I looked at her, "What will you do to get it?" She looked me in the eye and I saw her mind turning over the possible things that I could ask of her, some good, and some were not; but her pussy made her decision for her. "I'll do anything that you want, I swear it! Just please put it in me." She had learned her first lesson, and I would remind her later; never agree to anything in the heat of passion, and never let your genitals do your thinking for you. I moved onto my back; sat her up and got her on her hands and knees. I then pushed her head down to my cock and told her to suck. She inhaled it in a single slurp, but her inexperience with an adult sized cock took her by surprise as she gagged when it hit the back of her mouth. I kept after her and coaching her to relax her throat and just swallow when it went back. She just couldn't seem to get the hang of it, until I slid two fingers into the hot wet pussy beside me. Then she swallowed and pushed her face down, until her nose was against my balls. The swallowing sensation was ecstasy, but I knew that she would need air soon with the way she was panting. I used my hand to pull her head off of my cock; when the head cleared her throat she was panting for air, but hungry for my cock as well. I let her swallow my cock a few more times as I tickled the G-spot deep in her pussy. Then I pulled her from my cock and took my fingers from her pussy. She turned on me again, "Oh God Please no! Please let me have it! I'll do anything that you want. I'll let you fuck my asshole until it bleeds, just please give it to me!" I stopped her hands from reaching her pussy and she whined from frustration. I wasn't trying to torture her. I decided that she had learned enough from her first experience. I lifted her and moved her over my cock, I then looked her in the eye and told her, "If you really want it you will have to put it in yourself, and fuck yourself with it. I won't fuck you. But are you hot enough to fuck yourself like a cheap whore?" She didn't hesitate for even a second. She grabbed my cock and positioned it at the entrance and tried to stuff it in. Her inexperience caused her to fail, and her frustration was rising with release so close. I told her, "Easy honey, just line it up and slowly ease your body down and it will go in all by itself." She did as I told her and it was in and she was bouncing and moaning and grunting as she rode closer to her orgasm. When she was close I pulled her down to me and held her close. The new position made her lose her rhythm, and her movements were unsure in this position. I whispered to her, "Easy now baby, just roll your hips up and down, don't try to raise your body, just your hips." She found out that this position has some additional benefits, such as every movement scraped her clit against my cock as it entered her hot pussy. I held her close and told her how much I really loved her as she reached her orgasm. As it washed over her it removed her ability to move, and I started to thrust into her, to make sure that she continued to receive stimulation all through her orgasm. As she came down from her orgasm she looked at me and said, "You were mean to me, Ellen and Anne said that you would love me, and take care of me. You treated me like a whore and made me do all kinds of things." She almost looked on the verge of tears. Before she could move I asked her, "You promised to do anything, are you going to keep that promise?" She looked at me like she wanted to scratch my eyes out, but then she softened and she nodded her head. "Then you stay right here and listen to me and do as I tell you, until I say that you can go." She looked at me and pursed her lips, and then she agreed. I knew that I was pushing her, but there are some things that are only learned the hard way. "Kathy, I do love you, and I had to do that to you, because I love you. If I had told you just one hour ago that I could make you do anything, without hurting you and only giving you pleasure, you would have laughed at me and thought that I was a fool. Now you know the truth. In the heat of passion you will agree to anything, and do anything. You have to have sex with people that love you and will not take advantage of you." I could see that she was listening and she understood that I was telling the truth. "You said that you didn't like Charlie, but there is always the chance that he might show up again in your life. He could make you do anything, and agree to anything without using any force. You would even beg him to fuck your asshole until it bleeds." She shuddered at the memory of begging for just that very thing. "Don't have sex with someone that you don't trust and when you are having sex remember that you can live through the worse frustration there is, but don't agree to anything that you don't want." She looked at me from a different point of view now; she understood that I was teaching her something the she might need to keep her safe. "Now, you promised to stay and do as I said until I told that you could go. So now I am telling you that it is now time to understand what trust and love are." She was still sitting on my hard cock and I started to thrust it into her again, and she realized that even though she had had a big orgasm, she was already starting to get excited again. I didn't bother to tell her that a hard cock in her pussy would do that even if she didn't want it to, as long as she wasn't fighting it. Her passion flared up within a few thrusts, and now I was trying to please her, without the lessons. I want nothing from her, and was giving her every bit of love that I had in me. I told her how much I loved her and caressed and stroked her passion until her orgasm washed over her again. While she was recovering, I rolled her over and positioned myself on top of her and gently started her climb to yet another peak of pleasure. When she peaked, I spurted all of my cum as deep as possible soothing her churning womb. When we returned to each other, I held and cuddled her and told her again of my love and how much I cared for her. She understood that fucking and making love were two different things, and she knew that I loved her. I told her that she could go any time that she wanted to, but that she could stay as well; the choice was hers. She snuggled down into my arms and we both drifted off to sleep. The alarm clock was an insistent irritation; I realized that was the purpose of the thing and reached over Kathy and turned it off. Sometime during the night my cock had gotten hard and it was now lodged it the entrance to her sweet little pussy. I considered the situation and pushed a little bit and it slid in. A few thrusts and my cock was sliding half way to the bottom. Three more and I was at the bottom of her hot little pussy and it was squeezing me in the most beautiful way. I continued the slow rhythm as I reached round her and gently pulling and pinching her hard little nipples. She moaned and it was then that she came fully awake. "Hmmmm, good morning Cousin Rick! That is the best way in the whole world to wake up." I smiled as I started to increase the speed; reaching down to stroke her hot clit. It was all that she needed to fire her passion to a fever pitch. Our movements became short and choppy as her muscles clamped down on my slippery cock. The excitement level kept rising as we pushed closer to orgasm. When her pussy tightened in orgasm it was just enough to push me over the edge with her. We moaned together as we came. I told her that we had to get up, and she slid off of my cock, releasing a flood of our juices. She looked down at them, smiled and leaned down to suck my cock in her hot mouth. She used the swallowing technique and had my cock down her throat in one easy gulp. As she slid it out the suction was smooth and firm; after experiencing Ellie nobody had impressive suction, but there wasn't a drop left on it either. She straightened back up and as an after thought, reached down and wiped the small bit off the sheet and sucked her finger as she walked away. I climbed out of bed and headed to the shower. I was in the kitchen fixing breakfast when Betty came shuffling in. Her robe was loosely tied and she was rubbing her eyes. The right one she was rubbing very tenderly as the bruising had extended all along the bottom of her eye. I didn't feel very of proud that, but there wasn't much that could be done at this point. She seemed startled when she saw me, "Oh Richard, I didn't know that you were here. When did you get in?" she clutched her robe more tightly around her as she ran her fingers through her hair. Since she didn't remember our encounter last night, I thought it best not to mention it either. "I got in yesterday. And well, you know how it is traveling; I couldn't get any rest and with the time change, I was wiped out. I just had to get some rest. Then when I got up the kids said that you had already gone to bed. I knew that I would see you this morning. Good morning, Aunt Betty." I came across and kissed her lightly across the lip, as I had done a thousand times before. This time I felt her lips open slightly and she wrapped her arms around me tightly. I thought that she was going to shove her tongue in my mouth, but she suddenly snapped back to her old self; broke the kiss and just hugged me so tightly that I thought that she was trying to crack a rib. She suddenly pushed me away so abruptly that I almost tripped, "And what are you doing in my kitchen? I've told you that I do the cooking in this house. Now get out of here." She surveyed the status of breakfast and as I was leaving she added, "And call the kids for their breakfast." I made my way down the hall and knocked on doors and announced that breakfast was ready. I held back in the hallway and caught the kids on the way to the kitchen. "We don't say anything about yesterday, I got here and was tired. I went to lie down and when I got up, your mom had already gone to bed. Got that?" They both nodded, even though they didn't understand why I was doing it. We had finished breakfast and were clearing the dishes off the table when I told the kids to go and get dressed, that we were going to go shopping today. They jumped up, yelling and acting like kids as they raced to get ready. "You too, Aunt Betty. I'll clean up in here; you just go and get ready." She looked around trying to decide then she smiled, "Thank you Richard." She kissed me again and moved off toward her bedroom. I cleaned up the kitchen easily and went out to the garage. I opened the overhead door and backed the car out. As I closed the door Sammy came out to get in the car. He didn't look very happy, so I asked him about it. He shook his head and got into the car and slammed the door. I looked at him and decided that I had enough problems right now. I opened the door and confronted him, "Sammy I don't need another problem to deal with right now, your mother is taking my full attention, so what happened, and spit it out now!" He looked at me with big eyes and stammered, "Well I knew that you and Kat were together last night, and I wanted to know what happened, so I asked her. At first she didn't want to tell me, then she took me in the bedroom and we started messing around. She had me real hard, but she wouldn't let me put it in her, then she made me promise to do her chores this week. Then she just up and left! I was so mad I wanted to hit her!" I suddenly felt the same way. She had learned what I taught her, but she needed a talking to. I told Sammy, "Let me see what I can do about this." I was heading for the door when Kathy came out. I caught her by the arm and pulled her aside. "I just found out what you did to Sammy. Didn't you pay any attention last night? I told you to only have sex with people that you love. If extracting promises and then leaving them is how you treat people that you love, I can see that you will lead a very lonely life. I also want you to remember what you felt like after I extracted that promise from you. You didn't think much of me then, and just how do you think that Sammy feels about you now?" Her eyes were big and they were quickly filling with tears. I thought that I had made my point, so I released her. When she tried to speak I held up my hand. "I don't want to hear it; whatever you have to say, needs to be said to Sammy. You get things straightened out with him, and then I will listen to you. There are names for people that do what you did, and none of them are good. Now get going!" I noticed that her tears had made it down her face, but I was mad and I wasn't in the mood for her games. Aunt Betty came out and saw Kathy getting in the car. I think that she saw her crying, because she asked about her. I told her that the kids had a little misunderstanding, and that I had talked to them. I assured her that they just needed a little time to get things worked out between them. She nodded and kissed me again. We headed to the car. As she got in the family car she noticed that she hadn't parked the car very straight when she pulled in, she looked to see if I had noticed. I just pretended that everything was fine. We had a great time at the mall. We followed the kids from store to store, and there were a hundred things that they wanted. They didn't get them, at least not all of them. I found I was a soft touch for the kids too. Aunt Betty laughed at me and said that I was just like Ed, and then she got a lost expression on her face. I nudged her and made a joke and she laughed and got back into the spirit of things. When Aunt Betty was helping Sammy pick out some clothes Kathy came up to me, "Cousin Rick, I wanted to tell you that I was sorry. I have fixed things with Sam and you were right; it is not a nice way to treat somebody that you love." She gave me a quick kiss and was gone to look at clothes again. I sometimes wondered about the fascination that women have with clothes. I had clothes that I have had for years; they were like old friends. If the girls had to wear anything from last year they threw a fit. I knew that I would never understand it. I was jarred out of my musings by Aunt Betty, "What was that all about?" she must have noticed Kathy talking to me, "It was nothing, she was telling me that they got their little problem solved." I shrugged and she smiled at me again, and kissed me. I felt a little strange. Her kisses were coming quicker and lasting longer. As we were shopping I found a few things for the girls. I still felt guilty, and wanted to show them that I loved them. The presents were a poor substitute but it was something, and besides I knew that they would love them. We had a noisy lunch at one of those places designed for kids. Sammy and Kathy couldn't wait to start raising hell and were off as soon as they wolfed their lunch down. I was having a great time watching the kids. It was good to see them acting like kids again, without the pressures of growing up. They looked carefree and full of energy, I hoped that they burned a little of it off before going home. Aunt Betty snapped me back to the moment, "I know that you must have noticed some things." She waited, so I nodded that I had. I could see no reason to tell her how much that I did know. She pursed her lips for a minute then continued, "I sort of lost sight of what was important... , but since you've been here, I think that something has returned to me. I can't say that I am all right, but I feel better with you here with me." She blushed, and I was surprised that something as simple as that could make her blush. She leaned over and kissed me again, her arm slipped around me and she hugged me tightly. We sat and chatted about nothing, until the kids came running up; out of breath and laughing. I told them that it was time to go. There were the usual pleadings and just-one-more-minute things, but I was firm. I knew that they would keep us there all day otherwise. On the way to the car Aunt Betty put her arm around me and I found myself holding her as we walked to the car. She snuggled into my arm and rested her head on my shoulder. When we got into the car she slid over and put her head back on my shoulder as I drove us home. The afternoon was filled with Aunt Betty doing house cleaning things. She got the laundry started up again, and was moving from room to room doing all sorts of little things here and there. It didn't make a lot is sense to me, and I was constantly in the wrong place at the wrong time. After the tenth time of jumping out of the way of this or that, she shooed me out the back door. I found myself in the hammock. I took out my cell phone and called the girls. It was good to hear their voices. They wanted to hear what was happening, but I said no, that this was our time. We talked for a while and I told them that I loved them very much when we said good-bye. I don't remember falling asleep, but it was early evening and I heard Aunt Betty's voice waking me up. It was soft and tender and I felt her hand on my shoulder. I stretched and yawned, I had no idea that I was so tired. I realized that I hadn't gotten any sleep on the plane, and then last night Kathy and I had been up most of the night I was amazed that I hadn't fallen asleep walking and just smiled to myself. I felt much better now; my head was clearer and things made a little more sense to me. We went into the house, with her snuggled in my arm. As we entered the house I could smell her wonderful cooking. Aunt Betty had always been the best cook. Dinner was laid out like a feast, and the kids were at the table chomping at the bit to get at it. I laughed and sat down. When Aunt Betty sat, the kids looked at me and I realized that it was now up to me as the head of the house. I told them that they could start, and the kids were attacking everything; I smiled as I watched them. When they were finished grabbing this and piling that on their plate I offered Aunt Betty her servings, then placed mine on my plate. Dinner was excellent. I had never tasted better. When dinner was over I decided that payment was in order; before the kids could vanish from the table I gave them the bad news, "Hold on a minute there. I think that you kids need to clean the kitchen and put things away. We will be going into the living room." There was the usual whining, but I put a stop to it and offered my hand to Aunt Betty. She took it with a smile, and we walked into the living room. "Aunt Betty, that was the..." she stopped me by putting her hand on my lips. "Please, just call me Betty. I don't ever want to be your Aunt Betty again." She looked in my eyes and I could see her pleading. I smiled down at her and nodded, "Betty, I have never had a better meal in my life." She smiled and fell into my arms, hugging me tightly. We stood like that a long time. When she pulled away I could see that she had been crying. I took her over to the couch, and we sat down. She snuggled into my arm. The kids came into the room and sat down to watch television. After an hour Betty whispered that it was bedtime for the kids. I announced the proclamation, and the whining started again. I looked at them and cleared my throat. They dropped the argument and went to get ready for bed. Betty just snuggled deeper into my arm. When the kids came back to say good-night they kissed Betty, and then me. When Kathy kissed and hugged me she whispered in my ear, "I will keep my promise to Sam tonight, and I will do all of his chores for the next week." She kissed me again and they headed off to bed. I felt good about Kathy. Now that we were alone I asked Betty what had happened. There was a long silence before she started her story, "Ed had to work late one night. He was on his way home and a drunk driver ran a red light and hit him. They said that he must have been doing ninety, and that Ed never knew what hit him." She started to cry and turned her face into my chest. Through the sobbing she continued her story, "I didn't know what to do; I felt empty. The funeral came so quick, and I was all alone. I kept expecting Ed to walk into the house at any minute... Then it hit me that Ed was really dead. The most wonderful man in the whole world would never be coming home again. I cried for a week, until I didn't have anything left to cry. Then I got mad. I was mad at everybody. I was mad at Ed for dying and leaving me, and the drunk driver for killing him, and myself for not dying with him, and I was even mad at the kids because they didn't grieve as much as I thought that they should. I found some reason to be mad at the world." I knew how she had felt; I had felt the same way when dad died. With mom I had watched her go a day at a time for years. It was the sudden loss that you were never ready for. I didn't rush her, and after a time she continued, "Then I turned to the booze. It was easy not to care then. It made forgetting easier. I could drink until I just didn't care about anything any more. Then I started meeting men, and they seemed so understanding. I would wake up in the night or the next morning in a strange bed. I felt ashamed, but when I got drunk I wanted the attention again. It kept getting worse and there was a whole trail of men. And each time it was worse than the last. I finally figured out that I was looking for just one man; a man that I could love again, and that would love me. That was when I met Charlie. I thought that he was the man. He seemed nice and gentle and understanding, and I like being with him. I didn't even care about drinking any more. Then things started to change, just little things at first." The sobbing let loose full force and I knew that she was facing something that hurt her even more than loosing of Uncle Ed. I let her cry until she had cried it out. She sniffed a few times then said, "He made me do things that I never thought that I would do. Things that I have always considered repulsive just thinking about and I enjoyed them! He showed me a dark side of myself that I never thought existed. I felt sick by it, and excited; more excited than I have ever felt. I hated myself, but I wanted more and I knew that I would keep doing it. I couldn't control myself, and it kept getting worse. I didn't feel that I had a right to go on living, and I even tried to kill myself, but I couldn't do it." I was surprised to hear that she had tried suicide, but I was glad that she hadn't gone through with it. A fresh wave of tears washed over her, and she added them to the river down the front of my shirt, and I kept holding her. "Things came to a head the other night when Charlie tried to take Kat; something snapped and I knew that he didn't love me, and that he never had. We tried to kill each other. I remember chasing him out, and then trying to catch him. I couldn't find him so I started drinking again. I still don't know what I would have done if I had found him. I don't know if I would have tried to kill him, or gave in to him again. I didn't have any willpower left." She sat and cried and I held her. When the tears faded away she sniffled for a time until that eased and she was quiet. She looked at me and there was fear in her eyes, "Do you hate me?" I smiled down at her; shook my head and said, "No I don't hate you, I still love you very much. You have always been there for me, and now I am here for you." I held her in my arms and comforted her. She stretched up and kissed me. It was soft and gentle at first, but she soon pressed her mouth tighter against mine. I was surprised when she opened her mouth and slid her tongue in mine. I remembered what the girls had told me and decided that this was the time that they spoke of. Her passion flared into a heated embrace. I reached down to feel her tits and pinch her nipples. She turned and straddled me and locked her mouth onto me tighter, as I pulled and pinched her nipples into hard points. She was grinding her skirt covered pussy against the bulge of my pants and we were both getting hotter. She stopped her advances and looked at me, "I know that you like young girls, would you prefer that I call the kids out? Sam knows how to take care of me real good, and I know that you have already fucked Kat." I was a little flustered, and she noticed my situation. She laughed and told me, "I changed the sheets on the beds today, and the smell wasn't just you either. I called Kat in and she confessed everything. She told me about last night and telling you everything that I made them do. Then she told me about you making her call the girls and get permission to have sex with her. She also told me about you making love to her. You made a real impression on her. The only thing that she couldn't tell me was about this black eye of mine." She grinned and I knew that she had her own ideas of how it happened. I decided that grabbing the bull by the horns was the best approach. "I did give you that black eye, and at the time you were lucky that was all you got. You said some things that warranted it, so I gave it to you. Then I put you to bed." I watched her to see if she was going to get upset, but she just smiled at me. So I decided to clear the air completely between us, "Yes I did make love to Kat last night, and yes I made her get permission first. I love Ellen and Anne, and I would never do anything to hurt either of them. As to why you believe that I only like little girls, I can't imagine. It isn't that I like little girls, but that there are two girls that I love. They do happen to be under the legal age of consent, but it wouldn't matter to me how old that they were, I would still love them." I looked at her and saw that she was considering my words. I am not sure if she believed me, but at least she was giving me the benefit of the doubt. "Now, as to calling the kids out; I think that we can handle this better ourselves." I stood up and picked her up in my arms. We could hear some frantic activity coming from Sammy's room as we went past. I looked at Betty, "they are just finishing up that little disagreement that I was telling you about earlier. Some things should be left for them to work out on their own." She smiled and kissed me as we entered her bedroom. I never gave a thought to the door, as the girls and I haven't closed a bedroom or bathroom door since they came to me. I guess she decided that it was a little late to be modest. With the door open and the lights blazing I gently put Betty down on the bed. As I undressed her I was still amazed that with two children and in her middle thirties, that she still looked so good. With the weight that she had lost living in the fast lane, there wasn't an ounce of fat on her; at least not in any of the wrong places. I buried my head between her legs and decided to show her a few tricks that the girls had taught me. As I vigorously attacked her clit, I swiftly removed my clothes. I showed her a little trick that I had learned; that while I was sucking on her clit, I could put three fingers in her pussy and stroking her G-spot while I slipped my little finger up her ass. She was coming before she even knew what had hit her. She thrashed and screamed and wiggled all over the bed, and I was having a hell of a time keeping my mouth on her clit. I kept the pressure on her as she went from one orgasm into the next. I couldn't tell when one stopped and the next one began. She kept thrashing around until she arched her body, with only her head and the soles of her feet on the bed. She didn't make a sound as her body quivered in ecstasy. Suspended there in orgasm, and I still didn't let up on her, until she collapsed with her body covered in sweat and gasping for breath. I then removed my fingers and gave her clit a last lick that turned her stomach muscles into a rippling mass of after shocks. Her eyes were closed as she tried to get her body back under control. I moved up to lie between her soft thighs. I didn't want her too much in control of herself. I wanted her to experience the ultimate in pleasure. I slowly slid my hard cock into her hot, wet and sticky vagina. Her eyes snapped open as I slid it to the bottom in a single smooth stroke; her breath caught in her lungs and her muscles tensed. I knew that she was close to another orgasm again. I started a slow rhythm, not wanting to push her over just yet, but to keep her there at the peak. I had to stop so that she wouldn't cum and I whispered my love for her in her ear. I told her of my desire for her and how I had always felt about her. Then I would start again, always with a slow and gentle stroke pushing her toward the peak of her desire, and when I would stop I told her how much I loved her. I did this many times until she begged me for release. I then rose up and locked my teeth on one of her nipples and took the other in my hand; I began a pounding stroke, plowing my cock as hard and deep as I could get it. I could feel her body tense and knew that she was experiencing a tremendous orgasm. I moved faster and faster, while I sucked and pinched her nipples. The only sound from her was a choked wheezing noise, as her body shook and rippled beneath me. I felt my own orgasm grip me and plunged as deep as I could; sending spurt after spurt of cum deep into her steaming hole. She looked into my eyes and opened her mouth; then she went limp beneath me. I still felt her pussy griping and releasing my cock. I rolled over beside her and gently stroked her forehead. There was a rush of activity as both Sammy and Kathy raced into the room. "What happened to momma?" Sammy shouted. I tried to settle him down, but he was still excited when Betty opened her eyes. Both kids were naked and Sammy was jumping all around the room, almost in hysterics. Kathy was sitting beside her, holding her hand. Betty's voice calmed Sammy immediately. Once he saw that Betty was alright he leapt onto her and covered her face with kisses, ending with a deep soul-searching kiss on her lips. Betty didn't hesitate to respond, sucking his tongue into her mouth. Kathy was eyeing my cock hungrily and I nodded, she was on me in a minute. She sucked my wet, slippery cock down her throat; in one easy swallow. I had to admit that she was getting good at this. I looked over at Betty as she realized who she was kissing, and pulled Sammy off of her. She looked at me with some embarrassment, until I pointed down at my cock and she noticed Kathy busily cleaning up our combined juices. I shrugged and she laughed and pulled Sammy back down for another kiss. Kathy had finished with me and was moving in on her mother. She had just attached her mouth to her mother's leaking pussy when I gently closed the door and made my way to the guest room. I was tired and sleep came quickly. I felt a sucking mouth on my cock as I came awake. At first I thought that I was home, but as the memories of the last few days returned. I thought that Kathy had come in on a midnight raid, but I was surprised to find Betty slowly sucking my cock with her robe open and her hand busy between her legs. She looked up at me and winked as she speeded up the movements, on both of us. As I started to get close, I found my hands tangled in her hair and I was now fucking her mouth. My eruption blasted down her throat. I could feel her throat muscles as they milked the head of my cock. It was a very good blowjob, and it drained me completely. She looked up at me as she licked her lips, "We thought that you were going to sleep all morning." I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 10:00. I couldn't believe it. She laughed again, "I told Sam to come in and turn off your alarm, I would have sent Kat, but she probably would have attacked you while you were sleeping. I thought that Sam would be a better choice." I knew that she was right, but the confusion on my face spoke volumes. "I thought that you needed a little extra sleep, you have been a very busy guy the last couple of days. Besides, we all slept in, after last night." She got up and headed to the door, "Come on, we are waiting brunch for you." I watched her leave as I got out of bed and slipped on my own robe. Food sounded good! After brunch Betty sent the kids out to play, before they left she added some additional instructions, "And one more thing. Keep it strictly rated G anytime you are outside the house, and that also means no blowjobs behind the garage. I saw you two this morning, and I don't want the neighbors seeing you too." She smiled as they left. I couldn't help but smile myself. It appeared that Betty had managed to get control of her demons after all. I was glad. I watched as Betty cleaned up the kitchen after the fantastic brunch. I was so stuffed that I didn't even want to move. Betty came and sat at the table when she was finished. I noticed that her robe had fallen open as she sat, and I thought that the scenery was pretty good. She noticed my looking; glanced down and laughed, but didn't close her robe. I thought that she was really starting to loosen up, without the guilt. "Rick, I have something that I need to talk about." I dragged my eyes from the beautiful landscape that I had been enjoying; giving her my full attention. I could tell that she appreciated the gesture. I had found out long ago that women appreciated the little things in life much more than the big ones. "Last night was something that I really needed. I haven't felt loved like that in a long time. Don't misunderstand, I know that Ed loved me, and I loved him terribly. But somewhere along the way the love got lost during sex. Sex had become routine; we were stuck in a rut. I don't even know when it happened, but last night you showed me what it was like to be loved again. A woman needs love more than sex; probably even more than the air she breaths. Last night I found that love, a completely unconditional love that goes beyond the realm of right and wrong." I was starting to get nervous and fidgeted in my chair. Betty looked at me and laughed, "Relax honey, I know that you love the girls, and I would never try to come between you. I was talking about Sam and Kat. Actually Sam is my real love; the unconditional love that I was talking about. I love Kat dearly, but she is more interested in other things right now. I think that she is obsessed with sex right now, and until she gets over it, she won't be interested in love. Sam on the other hand, wants love more than anything in the world. Last night after you left, and that was tacky leaving without saying a word like that, I talked to Sam and Kat. I told them how I felt about everything and that was when Sam told me that he loved me. He made it very clear that it was more than just a son's love for his mother. I felt an instant connection with him that was even more than I felt with Ed. When I told him that I loved him in the same way, we both sat there and cried." She looked like she was going to start crying again, until she got a frown on her face and said, "That's when I had to stop and pull Kat's fingers out of my pussy; she went digging for some more of your cum. Honestly I don't know about that girl." We both smiled at each other and then the laughter started. We laughed so hard that we were wiping the tears off of our faces. When the moment passed and our ribs didn't hurt quite so much Betty continued; "Now what I really wanted to say. All this was just leading up to my real question. I know that you love the girls, but how do you show your love for them with everybody around? I will make a slip sometimes; a kiss in public that somebody figures out is more than a motherly peck. Or what if Sam grabs my ass? Or worse yet, my pussy when somebody can see? You can't be on your guard every minute. But you have lived like that for over two years. How have you done it?" I knew what Betty was getting at, and I couldn't say as we really don't have that problem. I told her the truth. "Betty, we don't have that problem. When we want to show affection, then we show it. We don't care if anybody else is around, or what they think. I have to admit that a lot of our problems don't exist because we don't live where people can see us, at least not easily. So our lives are pretty much peaceful and quiet. When we go shopping or to the movies, or the restaurant we are cautious of the people around us, but that is only a few hours at a time. So we really don't have to worry." Betty's eyes were wide and I thought that she might start to drool, "God that sounds good, but where did you find such a place?" I realized that I had never told Uncle Ed about the island. I had been afraid that he would ask why I wanted a whole island for just three people. I could see now that he probably wouldn't have understood. I could see that my situation wasn't obvious; I had a Hawaiian phone number and address. There was no way to tell from things like that. I was just going to tell Betty about my little paradise, when the kids came bursting into the kitchen. A thought flashed into my mind, "Hey, how would you guys like to spend your summer with me? I think that you would have a really great summer." I could see that Betty was considering it. Then the kids jumped in with the normal can-we and please-momma until Betty was nodding her head. She still turned back to me and asked, "Are you sure that you have the room for all of us?" I smiled as I pictured the island, "Yes, I think that we can find the room, if a couple of you guys don't mind bunking up together." Betty and Sam had a big smile on their faces, but Kat surprised me again, "I would rather sleep with you." I looked at her and explained that I already sleep with two girls, and they might not like that too much. She nodded, but didn't blink an eyelash as she said, "I'm sure that we'll be able to work something out." I had to give her credit, she had spunk. And I wouldn't put anything past her on the road to get it either. Since it was summer vacation from school, the only thing to arrange was a house sitter. Betty called a friend and told her that they were going to visit with a nephew for the summer, and that she was hoping to impose on her to keep and eye on the house. Her friend was happy that she was getting her life back in order, and would be happy to keep an eye on things for her. I called the airport to check flights and made reservations for later in the afternoon. I then called the girls and explained that we would be having visitors for the summer. I then told the girls that I was going to surprise them with the place, as I did to them. They thought that it was a wonderful idea. They forgot how they felt about it when I did it to them, but you have to have some fun in life. Home Coming It was just getting dark when the plane landed. It was easy to get a cab, but I had them all stumped when I told the cabby to take us to the marina. There were a million questions from all quarters, but I wouldn't answer any of them. The girls had brought in the cabin cruiser, and taken the speed boat back to the island. When we reached the marina, I helped the cabby put the luggage in the boat. I would have to make a trip back, if I wanted a refund on the dock rental, then a thought occurred that I could just keep it, as we would be back and forth for a while so that everybody could see the sights. We were about half way there when Betty whispered in my ear, "You didn't bring us all the way out here just to kill us and dump us overboard, did you?" There was a smile as she said it, but I knew that she wasn't a good swimmer. I just smiled and kissed her. She calmed down a little and sat back down with the kids. The X5 was still parked by the boathouse so we loaded the luggage into the back and climbed in. It was a short drive to the house, but all up hill. When we got there, only a few lights were on in the big house, but the guest house was blazing with activity. The girls were bouncing and jumping up and down. I was happy to see them. Betty thought the guest house was beautiful, but I watched her keep sneaking looks at the main house. The girls had made coffee and we all sat down to have a cup while the kids got things unpacked and put away. I decided that it was time for us to go and we said our good-nights. Betty was confused, "Wait a minute isn't this your place?" I looked at her for a moment and replied, "Well yes it is, but we don't live here. Actually the whole island is ours, and we are the only six people on the whole island." I had a big smile on my face, and so did the girls. Betty's mouth was hanging open, and the kid's eyes were big and their mouths were also hanging open. I thought that the shock would pass soon, so I added "if you would like to come up and visit, just follow the path. We'll be home all evening." We didn't get more than five feet from the door when the explosion hit. "Hey, wait a damn minute here!" I knew it was time to pay the piper again. It started a whole new round of questions. The kids were busy for a while running from room to room, looking at everything. Ellie and Anne showed them where they did their school work and how everything worked. The kids were jealous that they could go to school with out leaving the house. Betty was drooling over the kitchen and I enjoyed the whole show. Once everything calmed down a bit we sent the kids out to play in the pool, and we sat on the patio and watch them. The Girls then had a really good visit with Betty. Many things got worked out and a lot of people got answers to questions that had existed for a long time. The future By the end of the summer you couldn't have blown the kids off the island with dynamite, and Betty was more happy and relaxed than I had ever seen her. She also had a killer tan over her whole body. She really turned out to be a sun worshiper. Sam was turning into a good looking young man, I had to say that since he started filling Betty up with his cum one night. It caused a real commotion, and then there was a party the next day. Sam felt like the real man of the house then, and Betty didn't argue with him on it one bit. The only problem that Betty had then was trying to keep Kat's mouth off of her pussy, every time Sam would fill it up, Kat was there waiting to suck it back out. But it gave the girls a break; they were constantly tripping over her, as she was keeping the cum sucked out of their pussies, before Sam started to deliver. I don't think that the girls got a decent mouthful most of the summer. They put their foot down, when she came in the middle of the night and started to help herself. It was almost violent for a few minutes there. She had really turned into a cum junkie. Nobody wanted to leave as the summer came to an end, so I invited them to stay as long as they liked. It was another party all around. Betty taught the girls some of the finer points of cooking; by the end of the summer they were almost as good as Betty. I thought that Anne's love of cooking was going to be the death of her as she started to get big. It was a month later that we found out that she really could get pregnant. She sat and cried for an hour holding her stomach. I told her that it wasn't that bad, and that if she didn't want it, we could put it up for adoption. I thought that she was going to kill me there for a minute, before I realized that she did want it, she was just crying because she was happy. I still haven't figured out the signs for happy and sad crying, and I'm not sure that I ever will. I had to really work to convince her that I did want the baby. I just didn't want her to be sad. She told me. "I know that I said that I never wanted any kids, and that was true before I fell in love with you. Then I wanted to have your children, but I couldn't so I just pretended that I didn't really want any. It was easier to accept when you can't have any. Now I am pregnant, and I can give you the one thing that I have always wanted to; children to love." We all cried for a while. It became the most important thing in our lives. I don't know what is going to happen in our lives now, there are always changes. But we will stay together and love each other, and face each new change as is comes. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2007-08-27 Last Modified: 2007-11-01 / 02:39:01 pm Version: 1.10 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------