Title: Four Neighbors

Author: MrJenkins

Summary:  A new family moves in next door, a
divorced mother and three girls.  The girls move
into Sam's heart and house.


Keywords: MgggF pedo first cons rom slow

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Foreword

As you can see from the date, I wrote this some
time ago.  I think I posted it on asstr at the
time although I don't remember for sure.

I went back through it and reformatted it to fit
my current style, and tweaked and smoothed up some
of the writing.

As I worked through it, I noted that I have become
a somewhat less incompetent storyteller in the
last decade.  I chose not to try to re-write it,
rather just re-post it much as it was the first
time out.  To me, the similarities and differences
between this and what I have been writing this
year are interesting.  

If you find it less worth your reading time and
effort, my apologies.  At least with this
foreword, you have had fair warning.

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Four Neighbors
By MrJenkins
Copyright 1997

Chapter 1

I had heard that I was getting new neighbors, and
that afternoon in early May seemed to be the day
for them to arrive.  I watched out the window of
my apartment as a moving van pulled up in front
and the movers started bringing furniture into the
apartment next to mine.  A late model car pulled
up and parked; a nice looking, slender lady with
honey blond hair and a couple of gorgeous girls
with pale golden blond hair got out and went
inside the apartment, presumably to the direct the
placement of the contents of the van.

The next day, I saw them again, this time there
were two girls the same size and one smaller - the
two older girls looked to be 11 or 12 and the
younger 9 or so.  All three had pale, Dutch blonde
hair.  The two older girls were wearing shorts and
T-shirts and had hair flowing down their backs
halfway to the waist; their little sister had her
somewhat shorter hair in pigtails and a halter top
with her shorts. Late that afternoon, their car
was there and I went over and introduced myself.
The lady's name was Sarah Martin; the older girls
were 11 year old twins, Julie and Jessie, and
Sally was nine.

They were still unpacking and putting things away
and looked tired and hassled.  I thought a moment
and asked if they would accept a "welcome
neighbors gift".  Sarah asked what I had in mind,
and I said that they didn't look to me as if they
would be enthusiastic about cooking that evening,
and if they thought they could choke down pizza
that I was in the mood to buy.  Sarah looked a bit
startled, and the girls giggled.  

"To rephrase," I said, "I would like to welcome
you to the neighborhood.  I doubt that you have
your kitchen really ready to use and you look
tired.  I would be honored to host you at an
informal dinner this evening at a time of your
convenience.  I am offering pizza as the main
course, but am quite willing to consider Kentucky
Fried Chicken or Chinese takeout as alternatives.
Unfortunately, I am embarrassed to say that
supplies on hand and the remaining time are
insufficient for the task or I would offer the
choice of a home cooked dinner as well."

After a bit of negotiation while she decided if I
was really serious about the pizza, Sarah asked
the kids what they thought of the idea.  They
allowed as how pizza sounded fine with them and
the girls and I concluded the negotiations by
deciding on a large with everything and a medium
Canadian bacon and pineapple.  The girls wanted
Coke and Sarah said she would be willing to try
the local microbrewery beer if there was plenty of
Coke as a backup.  6:30 was agreed to for dinner
time and I left to get the pizza called in and the
pop and beer picked up from the local supermarket.

A few minutes before 6:30 the pizza showed up and
the four blonde neighbors were close behind.  They
had washed up and combed hair, but otherwise taken
me at my word when I said come as you are.

Keeping in mind that they would be feeling a bit
grubby, trying to keep them at their ease, I had
paper plates, napkins, Cokes, glasses, ice and
beer on the dining room table.  The pizza was on
the kitchen counter and everyone got a slice and
sat down.  For a few minutes there was only the
sound of munching. "Say, this is good beer.",
Sarah said, "Very different."

"I'm glad you like it.", I said, "It's spoiled me
for regular American beer, I never did drink much
and now I don't drink any of the regular stuff."

"What's it like?", asked Julie, "Can I try some?"

"No, you're not old enough.", said her mother.

"Aw, mom, you're treating us like little kids.",
said Jessie.

"Well", I said, "The last time I checked, 11 was
about 10 less than 21, which leaves you two
solidly in the little kid class for alcoholic
beverage purposes.  You wouldn't want me and your
mother arrested for contributing to the
delinquency of a minor would you?"

"I suppose not.", said Julie, "It still seems
unfair though."

We swapped backgrounds Sarah turned out to be
Dr. Martin, 32, a professor of microbiology at the
university and had been divorced for two
years. All three of the kids attended The Woodrow
Smith Institute, a special private school for high
IQ fast track children.  The classes didn't follow
the usual grade placement, when a student mastered
one aspect of a subject, they moved on regardless
of the progress of their classmates or the time of
year.  Julie and Jessie were most of the way
through a normal high school curriculum and were
starting a few classes at the university, Sally
was working at the early high school level.

My name is Sam Johnson, 40, a computer consultant
and writer and have been divorced for 10 years.
My hours are irregular, I might or might not be
here and might or might not be working at any time
of the day or night.  Occasionally, I am out of
town for a week or more on business.  Soon they
left, pleading quite understandable tiredness and
having agreed that they would come back for dinner
the next night in return for a dinner next week
when they had gotten settled.  

As they went out the door, Sally turned to me and
held up her arms.  I reached down and picked her
up and she wrapped her arms around my neck and
kissed me on the cheek.  A bit startled, I hugged
her and kissed her back.  "Thanks for the pizza.",
she said, hugged and kissed me again and slid to
the floor.  

Sarah looked exasperated, "Sally,
don't climb on Sam.", and gave her a swat on the
bottom.  "She can be a bit demonstrative at times.
If you don't want her all over you, push her away
and be firm about it."  

"No way.", I said with a
grin, "I don't mind being kissed by a beautiful
blond and am most unlikely to complain."  As a
matter of fact, it had given me the start of an
erection, and I was glad that my pants were fairly
loose. As they walked back to their apartment I
heard Sally saying, "He said I'm beautiful Mommy."

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Chapter 2


Over the next month, the three girls started
coming over to my apartment to visit and borrow
books.  All three of them turned out to be avid
readers and I have a personal library measured in
tons, with a lot of books that aren't available in
ordinary libraries.  Sarah didn't read as much as
the girls, she had to work and do mother things,
but she too used my library frequently.

The kids persuaded their mother to try letting
them stay at home by themselves for the summer,
Sarah's schedule was pretty light during the
summer term, but she spent about 20 hours a week
working.  She had a research program going, one
class and preparation to do for the fall quarter.
What this soon developed into was three girls
living with me for 20 or 30 hours a week.  Sarah
worried that they were imposing on me, I was able
to persuade her that I was enjoying it more than
the kids were.

We spent time together at the pool as well, all
four were sexy as hell in swimsuits and liked to
play fairly physical games in the water.  I took
to wearing a jock-strap under my suit and had to
watch myself carefully to keep my hands in
acceptable places.  Julie and Jessie were starting
to bud and their small breasts showed nicely in a
wet swim suit; Sally's suit was one of the sheer
type that clung to her like a second skin and
showed her small cleft very well.  When I sat in
one of the lounge chairs at pool side and watched,
I had to lay a towel over my lap fairly often
until I got used to them.  I still frequently had
to wait for a while before I could get out after a
dunk and tickle match in the pool.

I am a computer consultant with an emphasis on
programming and process control, and a writer,
both fiction and technical.  This means that I
spend a lot of time at home sitting in front of a
computer typing.  I loved having small girls
around, but pretty soon it became evident that my
production was down.  The girls would come over
and want to talk about the books or play games or
go swimming and I wasn't saying no often enough to
keep up with my work.  I don't have a fixed
schedule, but to be successful in this line of
work I have to put in a lot of hours, and when I
am really working I am not very distraction
tolerant.

Most people seem to think that if someone is
writing, they can be interrupted without harm.
The truth is that when I am working on a program
or a story, I will have the task picked up and
arranged in my mind; I can see the whole thing at
once or at least the section I am working on at
the moment and am mostly limited by how fast I can
type.

When I am interrupted, I lose the thread and have
to start over.  I will pick it up again, that is
an essential skill in this line of work, but it
takes time.  To write, programs, manuals or
stories, I require large blocks of distraction
free time, and I wasn't getting enough of them.

After a while of this, I thought the problem out,
made some decisions and gathered the three of them
up, took them to their mother and laid down some
rules.

Yes, I enjoy very much having the girls around.
It is wonderful.  I do not want them to quit.  It
is better than wonderful to have them around.
They may come in any time that my car is parked
out front.  They are to knock, not ring the
doorbell, and come inside.  I should not have get
up to answer the door.

When inside, they should announce themselves and
ask if it is OK to come in.  If no answer, they
may repeat once.  If still no answer, they should
leave and close the door behind them.  At any time
I may say than now is not convenient and they will
leave without protest.

If I am working, they may say "Hi", read books,
get a pop/snack from the kitchen, and/or sit and
watch me work.  Conversation, if any must be
initiated by me. Sitting on a chair beside me
and/or leaning against my shoulder to watch me
work is permitted and encouraged.  If they get
bored, they have the choice of remaining bored or
finding something else to do.  Presently, I will
finish what I am doing, or take a break and will
swim, talk or play games for a while.  I may need
to go back to work after the break though and
protests shall be minimal.


They may read most of my books. One at a time.
They shall bring each book to me and ask if it is
OK for them to read this one.  My books come in
three classes: 90+% Sure, write name, date and
title on a post-it note and stick it on my
computer.  When you bring the book back, put the
book away and remove the note.

Most of the rest.  These are reference books or
very hard to replace.  You may read them here, but
may not take them from the premises.

The very few that are left.  I do not feel that
these books are suitable for a small girl to read.
You may not read my copy of this book at this
time.  If your mother says, to me in person that
it is OK for you to read this book, I will
reconsider.  I may decide that you will have to
get your own copy.  My decision, not subject to
debate.

The normal rules for family type guests apply,
i.e. if you get it out, put it away.  If you get
it dirty, clean it up.  Do not ask silly questions
about permission to use the bathroom - of course
you may use the bathroom. Whyfore should you not
use the bathroom?

The default position of the toilet seat is not
open for discussion.  The toilet seat goes down as
easily as it goes up.  Anyone who is in so much of
a hurry that they forget to look, deserves
whatever they sit on or in.  I will make pop and
snacks available in designated areas of the
kitchen.  Any thing in those areas is available
subject only to normal courtesy. No pigging
out. If supplies are low, mention of this fact is
in order.

I explained to Sarah that the reason for involving
her in this discussion was so she would be aware
of my rules and the reasoning behind them, and
would understand that I did not wish more
restrictive rules from her.  I enjoyed very much
having the girls around and didn't want them to
stay away, just to respect my work habits and
needs.

After a transition period where the girls and I
worked out just where the lines were to be drawn
and I shifted more of my work to night hours, the
new rules worked well.  The only frequent
violation I chose to ignore.  Once or twice a day,
I would be sitting at the computer engrossed in
work and might or might not hear the front door
click open.  The girls could tell from the front
door if I was at my desk working, and a few
seconds later a pair of small hands would slip
over my eyes with a soft "Guess Who" in my ear.
  
My answers tended to be fanciful: 
"Beelzebub?". 
"Giggle, No"

"Liza Doolittle?"
"Snicker, giggle, No"

"Well, then since it isn't the right time of the
year for The Easter Bunny and Barbie was last
reported vacationing in Bermuda, it must be
Julie/Jessie/Sally", was a typical sequence. Then
I would reach around, exchange hugs and receive a
kiss on the cheek.

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Chapter 3

Julie started reading "The Belgarade", by David
Eddings and went through it at about a book a day.
She wanted to talk about the story, and that meant
that I had to review it to stay up with her.  She
also was a computer kid and after watching me
program for a while started to ask intelligent
questions.  This soon turned into a full fledged
computer science class with an emphasis on
beginning programming.  Fortunately, they had a
computer of their own and after I installed a few
programs on her machine, she could work there and
wasn't competition for my machine.  In a couple of
weeks I convinced myself that I needed a backup
computer and installed it, a desk and Julie in
another corner of my office.

Julie went through BASIC in a few weeks and I
started her in on C.  She stayed with her studies
and picked it up fast enough that presently I
began giving her subroutines from my programs to
work on.  She was showing signs of becoming a real
hacker, the first problem that really came up was
that her mother wasn't quite prepared for all
nighters by an 11 year old.  

I intervened on Julie's behalf and talked to Sarah
about the care and feeding of fledgling
programmers; how this was one of the signs of a
true calling and that almost all the top
programmers around had gone through this phase at
some time early in their careers.

Serious programmers know a type of high that is
unique to the profession.  You get a programming
problem started and going, and the task laid out
before you.  You have the structure arranged in
your head, you can see the whole thing at once and
the program just flows.  When a programmer goes
into this mode, the amount of work accomplished
can be five to 10 times the normal rate.

When Sarah started to understand what Julie was
doing and that she needed the experience, she
agreed to try it but limited Julie to non
consecutive days, and after school started, to
Friday night and Saturday only. The non
consecutive rule didn't last long, and it was
still summer.  Julie dove into the experience. She
would study and program until she couldn't keep
her eyes open any longer, then sleep for a while.
Soon her waking and sleeping hours roamed around
the clock. Whether I was working at 1:00 AM or
2:00 PM, she might appear at my side and want to
talk or cuddle, or just sit down at her computer
and go to work; I might be in their apartment at
3:00 PM and find her fast asleep.

Her longest session that I was
able to document was over 36 hours.  I'm not sure
when she started that marathon binge, but I know
when it ended.  I had been watching her closely
for the last twelve hours, and it was nearing 2:00
am.  

When the end came, Julie was sitting at her
computer working.  She saved her file, compiled
and linked, did a quick test run, then looked
around at me.  "Hi, Sam.  How long have you been
there.?"

"About 4 hours now, you seem to be getting carried
away and I wanted to keep an eye on you."  "Why?
I'm OK."  

She turned in her chair, got up and came
to me and sat in my lap.  I put my arms around
her, she leaned her head against my chest and was
gone.  I reached around, turned off the room
lights, and sat there in the darkness for a while,
watching my beautiful hacker child sleep by the
light of the monitor.  

Sarah came in, looked at us and said, "She finally
gave up I see.  I came over here planning to shut
her down, but it seems to be unnecessary.  Are you
sure this is a temporary phase for her?  It sure
doesn't seem normal to me, and I worry about the
hours she is spending with that computer."

"So far as programmers can be considered normal,
she is following the profile.  I did the same
thing when I first started.  I was older than she
is, and with my greater stamina, my longest siege
lasted for nearly four days.  I think I ate three
times during that session and slept for a full 24
hours after.

When I woke up, my roommate declared me to be an
environmental hazard and informed me if I didn't
take a shower immediately, he was going to notify
the EPA.  Now, as you can see, I am the essence of
normality."


Sarah snorted, and sat on the couch beside us.
"She does look adorable sleeping there doesn't
she.  Are you planning to spend the next 24 hours
as a bed or should we take her home?"

"I suppose that putting her to bed is the better
plan; let's see if we can wake her up enough to go
to the bathroom first."

I got up with Julie in my arms and carried her
across to their apartment.  Sarah and I shook her
and talked to her and managed to achieve a slight
degree of consciousness.  I took her into the
bathroom, stood her beside the toilet, and stepped
outside.  A minute later Julie staggered out the
door and held up her arms to me.  I picked her up
and she collapsed against my shoulder.

I carried her to her bedroom, laid her
on her bed and Sarah and I partially undressed
her.  I covered her up, kissed her on the cheek
and we slipped out the door, turning out the light
as we went.  Sarah put her arms around me, I bent
down and kissed her.  We stood in the hallway for
a moment, holding each other.  

"Perhaps you're
right.", She said, "That was an impressive
performance wasn't it.  I didn't think an eleven
year old girl could hang in that long."  

"I don't think you realize yet just how impressive
that really was.", I replied, "Julie decided she
wanted to write a game.  All four of us have been
planning it and developing the rules. Julie and I
have been organizing the program structure for the
last week.  

Day before yesterday morning, we had the structure
all laid out and the skeleton of the program
written.  In the last day and a half she has
nearly completed it.  I have been watching her
work and do her test runs.  

There is a lot of finish work to do, but the main
part of the program is complete and running.  I
would estimate that in normal, interrupted
programming mode, it would have taken me at least
a week to ten days to accomplish the same amount
of work.  

In addition, I think it may be a salable
program.  When she gets it polished I have a
couple of people in mind to show it to."

"I expect she will start to come back to what you
think of as the real world over the next few
weeks, but please keep in mind that she now has
access to a world that very few people inhabit.
It is a very special world, and the people that
live there are among the brightest and most
interesting people in the world.  Even if she
chooses to go into another line of work, she will
always have access to this world and the skills
she is learning there will transfer to many other
fields."

"You make it sound very tempting, Sam.  Are your
computer classes open to others."

"Sure, I would be pleased to have you,
however. keep in mind that I have guided, but
Julie has done the work.  Can you afford that
degree of involvement?"

"Probably not.", she sighed, "But perhaps I could
learn enough to at least peek through the door
into her world and be able to appreciate better
what she is doing even if I can't do it myself."

"OK.  Class starts at 10:30 sharp.  Bring pencil,
paper and a 166 MHz Pentium."  

"Do I really need that kind of a computer?  I
don't think mine fits that specification."  

"No, I was kidding.  You don't really need a
computer at all to start.  Julie is finished with
the beginning books and I can outline a course of
study for you in an hour or so, then you will have
to take it from there.  What I am doing with her
is to give reading assignments and exercises, when
she finishes a set we discuss them and I give her
some more.  You should be familiar with the
process, I expect your grad students do a lot of
work that way."

"Yes, they do. Very well sir,
10:30 it is."  Sarah kissed me again, and we went
to the front door.  

"Good night.", I said as I went out the door, "I'm
going to bed too. I've been up for long enough for
one session.  I figured she was nearing the end
and wanted to be there, but now that she is done,
so am I."  

"Goodnight, Sam. And thank you for
being there for Julie."  

"I wouldn't have missed that for the world.
Watching her was awesome."  

As I expected, and to Sarah's relief, over the
next few weeks Julie gradually moved back into
sync with the rest of the world and expanded her
interests again to include things besides
programming.

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Chapter 4


Jessie found out that I was a bridge player and
wanted to learn.  I got her some beginning bridge
books and a program for her computer.  We
practiced together, me bidding and playing three
hands while she did one.  If our side took the bid
I would let her be declarer and I would defend.

After a week or so of this I took her to the local
duplicate club and we played in the novice game.
A few of the players fussed about having to play
against me in the novice section, but the majority
were so taken with Jessie that they were quite
willing to play against a medium level expert to
have her in the game.  She picked it up quickly,
and soon showed the competitive edge necessary to
do well at duplicate bridge.

Duplicate contract bridge is an odd combination of
politeness and fairness in a game combined with
ruthless bloodthirsty competition and Jessie took
to it like the proverbial duck to water.

When you play, you are expected to polite and
courteous to your opponents and partner at all
times.  You are expected to play by the rules and
go out of your way to avoid the slightest
violation in fact or spirit.  You are also
expected to do your very best to beat the
opponents and to take full advantage of any
mistakes they might make, to deceive them and
steal from them.  The most saintly and polite
little old lady will double you and set you 1400
if you give her the chance.

Jessie did well.  Jessie did very well.  The first
time we played, we weren't last.  For a beginner
that is pretty good. The third time we played, we
placed in the money.  For a beginning bridge
player, that is fantastic, especially since Jessie
hadn't played card games much before she started
with me.

In two months, we were winning regularly in the
novice section, playing twice or three times a
week, and started to move into the regular game.
I was in love.  I have played for 30 years, and I
haven't had a partner that picked up on the game
that fast ever before.  If Jessie stays with it,
she will be a top player in just a few years.

Sally was more the cuddly type, not that the twins were standoffish.  They were 
always ready for a hug and a kiss, and spent a lot of time standing behind me as I worked, 
an arm around my shoulder and a small warm breast pressed against my back.  But they 
would be there for two or ten minutes then go
somewhere else.  

Sally would stay for hours and wanted to be
touching most of the time that we were together,
she seemed to need the physical contact far more
than her sisters.  In one way she was more
distracting, the physical contact was keeping me
slightly turned on, in an other way, she was less
of a hazard to my work than the other two.  We
spent many hours, Sally siting quietly in a chair
beside me or leaning over my shoulder while I
worked.

She would read or just watch and seemed to be
quite willing to sit and not talk, she wasn't all
over me, a hand on my arm or leg, or a head
against my shoulder seemed to be quite sufficient,
but some contact was maintained almost all of the
time.  And always ready for a hug and/or kiss with
more active snuggling and conversation when I
would come back to the local world from a session
of creation.


She didn't get involved in programming, but read
everything I wrote.  She asked questions about the
stories and technical articles, soon started
offering advice. I began to notice that when Sally
made a comment, I should listen.  She seemed to
understand what I was trying to say as well or
better than I did, and when she suggested a change
I was well advised to consider it carefully.


One day Sally shyly handed me a disk.  "I wrote a
story.  Would you like to read it?"  I popped the
disk into my computer and brought the file up.  It
was a story about a girl that lost her father,
then she and her mother move to a new apartment
and met a nice man next door.  The man and her
mother get married and the little girl has a new
step father.  The hint was obvious, but the story
was written well enough to hold my attention even
if the plot was predictable.  I teased her for a
little while about the blatant hint, then went
back over the story as an editor.


"You know, Sally, this might be a salable story.
Would you like for us to work it over and send it
to one of my publishers.  A couple of them publish
children's stories, and if I send it in with a
cover letter it would at least get read."  Her
eyes grew big, then an enormous grin split her
face.  Her "Yes, please!" seemed redundant.

We discussed the plot and the character
development for a while, pretty soon I printed it
out and Sally started making notes.  A couple of
weeks later she mailed off a much rewritten,
sweated over, cried over, argued about and worried
nearly to death story.

Another few weeks, and the story came back with a
form rejection letter.  Sally was devastated, but
I persuaded her (translation, I finally just told
her to shut up and do it.) to send it to another
one of my contacts.  This time it was a month, but
the story came back with suggestions for a few
modifications.  They were duly made, the story was
accepted and Sally was a professional
(translation; she got paid, not much, but paid.) 
author.

Actually selling a story encouraged her and Sally
started cranking out prose.  We would plan stories
together then one of us would write and the other
would criticize.  Pretty soon we were doing full
collaborations, and they were selling.

By now I had still another computer and desk in my
office.  Sally wanted it right next to mine, she
wasn't able to get it positioned so she could lean
against me as she worked, but managed to keep it
close enough that she could touch me without
getting up.  I added a file server to the system
and connected all three computers together.  This
allowed Sally, Julie and me to share files without
having to swap disks, made backups much easier and
more secure, the fact that we could play three way
games was purely incidental.


I might have known that I should just as well have
gotten a fourth computer at the same time. A major
programming project for a client was approaching
completion.  One day I was struggling with the
documentation; Jessie was watching me.

She stood there for a while, becoming impatient,
then asked if she could have a try.  I said OK and
slid away from the keyboard.  She sat down and
started to work.  I watched her for a few minutes,
she didn't quite have the right idea about what
was required, but a programmer is probably the
worst possible choice of a writer to document his
own programs.

After a few more minutes I stopped her.  "Jessie,
would you like to do the documentation for this
program."

"Sure.", was her reply.  We spent the rest of the
day outlining what was required and what she
needed to learn about the program to write the
necessary documentation.  I got yet another
computer and desk.

This time I converted one of the spare bedrooms to
another office, moved Julie and Jessie, and wired
them into the server.  Jessie spent most of the
next month as a tech writer.  She also spent a lot
of time running the program in a simulated
environment which helped me enormously in tracking
down more of the bugs. I had to edit her efforts
closely, and had her rewrite several times, but I
felt the finished product was significantly better
than if I had done it alone.

When we finished, I took Jessie with me to install
the program and train the users for my client.
Several of the trainees were skeptical about
having an eleven year old tell them how to run
their computers, but their boss watched Jessie for
a little while, then suggested that they pay more
attention to what she was saying rather than who
was saying it. Jessie had a good feel of how the
user interface worked and was better at telling
the users what they needed to know than I was.  I
had to take a few of the trainees in hand, they
weren't going to have a little girl tell them how
to do their jobs, but with Jessie helping we had
the new system up and going in much less time than
it would have taken me working alone.

Jessie and I spent several more sessions on site,
getting the bugs out and helping the users learn
the program.  A few weeks later, one of the users
called for help and asked for Jessie.  I listened
in bemusement and pride as she walked the him
through the steps necessary to solve his problem.
It was done in a very professional manner and what
was even more interesting - six weeks before, the
caller had been one of those who refused to have
Jessie as a teacher.

After the night of the great hacking marathon,
Sarah and I started going out.  Sometimes with one
or more of the girls, sometimes to have a quiet
dinner or a movie.  We had started kissing
goodbye, then hello - the implication for both of
us was that we were going to go further, but
neither one of us was in any hurry, quite willing
to let things develop as they would.  We had both
been burned fairly badly, and while we (or at
least I was) thinking about and considering
marriage, by an unspoken mutual agreement, we were
easing into it very cautiously.

By now, the distinction between my apartment and
theirs was fading.  We ate dinner together as a
family more often than not, about half of the time
at my place.  The girls became kitchen helpers for
me, they seemed to have noticeably more enthusiasm
for helping me than helping their mother.

They were also becoming very casual about clothing
around me.  They would come into the living room
wearing just sleep shirts, and want hugged,
carried to bed, kissed and tucked in.  I know that
the long T-shirt was all they had on, because
there was no hint of a panty line when I slid my
arm under them.  Then as they crawled into bed,
there would frequently be a flash of bare bottom
as they got in and turned over.  Sally was
inclined to run around with only a pair of panties
on, or come out of the bathroom wearing only a
towel.  She usually wanted to hug and kiss on her
way through the room.  Also, Jessie and Julie
started wearing loose tops with low necklines,
they seemed to deliberately maneuver to give me a
peek of their budding breasts as they moved around
the room.  This left me somewhat uncomfortable,
but I was so eager to catch the next glimpse that
I said nothing about their attire.  Several times
I noticed Sarah watching her daughters dance
around me with a hint of amusement at, but besides
a few mild scoldings about wearing more clothes
she did nothing to discourage them.

All to soon, summer came to an end and the girls
started school.  I was dragooned (well, I have to
admit that the damage from the arm twisting was
minimal) into helping them pick out school clothes
and my opinion seemed to be pretty crucial to the
final choices.  I couldn't resist and bought them
a couple of cute outfits apiece.

When I started looking at clothes for myself, I
received much assistance and advice on the
selection.  Their taste was good and I didn't
require much coaxing to buy the ones they liked.
Not too surprisingly, I wound up with a fairly
large pile of new clothes.

When they started in their classes I became a
major research and homework assistance resource.
Sarah was good at history and current events, and
of course was an expert on the biological sciences
and chemistry, I soon became the authority on
physical sciences, math, computers and research.
I did some tutoring in math, but evil mean person
that I am, mostly refused to directly answer
questions about other subjects.  Instead I
conducted classes in library, study skills and the
care and feeding of research librarians.  I didn't
answer questions, but helped them find the answers
in my library, the public library, the local
university library and the internet.  It was more
work for them and a lot more work for me to do
this, but in a couple of months, the research
skills of those three kids and grown to the point
where sometimes I would delegate some of my own
research to one or more of them.  By the end of
the school year it was becoming obvious that the
time I had spent on teaching research skills
hadn't been an expense but an investment.  I was
getting back research for teaching at a rate of
about two to one.

About the end of September, Sarah and I came home
late from a movie.  We kissed a while before we
got out of my car, went to her apartment and
checked on the girls.

It seemed like the natural thing to do for her to
come with me to my apartment and on into bed.
Even before counting the three babies she had
given birth to, her body was in fantastic shape.
Her breasts were small and firm and her stomach
flat and hard.  We kissed and caressed each other
and generally acted like a couple of teenagers on
their first time.  Unlike teenagers though, we
weren't nervous with each other and each had a
pretty good idea what would give the most pleasure
to the other.

Sarah got up about 6:00 AM and went home, mostly
so she wouldn't have to admit to the girls that we
were sleeping together.  It was wasted effort,
when I came over after breakfast, we fooled the
kids for about 30 seconds.  I walked over to Sarah
and gave her a kiss on the cheek.  Julie and
Jessie looked at us and blushed a little, Sally
came up to me and held up her arms to be picked
up.

"What took you so long?", she asked, "When are you
and Mommy going to get married?"

My turn to blush.  "Well, for the moment, It's
kind of hard to say."

Sarah was blushing even more.  "Sally!!", she said
sharply, "That is not an acceptable question to
ask someone!"

"But you slept with him mom.",  Sally persisted.

"I'm very sorry, Sam.", Sarah said apologetically,
"Most of the time I encourage them to talk about
almost anything, but she shouldn't have
embarrassed you like that."

"I suppose I will survive the ordeal.", I replied,
"I would rather have honest open kids than ones
that try to hide things."

"However, Sally, on this subject you will have to
wait.  When and if Sarah and I decide what we are
going to do, you three will be the first to know.
Until then, it is our business and not yours."

After that, we just seemed to move into sleeping
together frequently, after the first few weeks we
slept without sex as often as not. Sex was
excellent, but having a warm loving person
sleeping with me was exquisitely wonderful.  The
approval of all three girls was obvious, and while
they managed to suppress most of their comments
about weddings, they were clearly waiting
anxiously.

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Chapter 5

The grooming instinct kicked in for all three
girls and I was getting my hair brushed and my
back rubbed several times a day.  It was so great
that I was afraid to ask about it, how they knew
what, how much and when.  I was attempting to
return the favors with back rubs and some hair
brushing, but didn't seem to be as successful as
they were.

The game of sneak up on Sam continued.  It was
easy to tell Sally's hands from the other two, but
I soon noticed that I was calling Julie and Jessie
correctly every time as well.  When I noticed that
I knew which twin was standing behind me, I
started trying to figure out just how I could
tell.  They were very identical twins and I was
hard put to find a difference between them
physically.  Their voices were very much the same
and even though they had different personalities,
I wondered how I could tell in two or three words
which one it was.

It did get me to thinking and paying attention,
and I noticed that Sally seemed to know things
about my apartment that I would not have expected
her to.  Not that she was getting into things, but
she seemed to know where things were, and what was
there - even things that I was pretty sure that
she had never seen before.  And, she had known
immediately that Sarah and I had started sleeping
together.

At the same time I began to realize that Jessie
and Julie were very sensitive to my moods.  If I
was hung up on some piece of work and looking for
a distraction, they would be right there to talk
and play games.  If I was buried in some task and
far away in another world in my head,
concentrating as a programmer or writer needs to,
they would be nearly invisible.  It was so subtle
that it was weeks before I realized just how good
they were at it.

What finally brought it to my conscious attention
was noticing that they would almost always rub my
back and shoulders or brush my hair when I wanted
them to and never when I was deep in some project.

Things finally came to a head during Thanksgiving
vacation.  I had been hosted at a magnificent
dinner with my four blonde neighbors and was back
at my house Friday afternoon doing a little work.
Sally was in her usual seat beside me and Jessie
was sneaking up behind me as I contemplated a
difficult paragraph in a tech manual that was due
that Monday.  I was sitting there, leaning back in
my chair with my eyes closed and without thinking
about what I was doing, I said, "Hi, Jessie.  How
are you this evening."

I turned my chair, Jessie was standing, frozen in
place ten feet from me.  "How did you know it was
me?"

Sally piped up, "Sam can feel you like you can
feel him."

My turn to freeze.  "What do you mean, `feel me'?"

"She and Julie can read your emotions, how you
feel about things."

I looked at her in shock, the pieces that I had
been puzzling during the past weeks falling into
place , I'm afraid my emotions couldn't have been
very pleasant at that moment.  Sally paled, she
slipped out of her chair and headed for the door,
Jessie hurrying behind her.

I sat there for a few minutes, collecting my
thoughts and thinking about what I had observed
about the girls over the past few months.  After a
while I followed, and went into their apartment.
All three of them were huddled together looking at
me with the same almost fear that Jessie had
shown.

Working at maintaining an nonthreatening posture, I
went over to the couch, sat down and looked at
them.  "You read my mind, don't you Sally.", I
said slowly, and you two are empaths, aren't you
Julie, Jessie."

Wary nods.  

"And you seem to be teaching me to do it too."

Shrugs.  "You're starting to learn, you aren't
very good at it yet.", agreed Sally.

"So, why are you so scared?  What do you think I
might do to you?"  About then it hit me, they were
aware of my feelings and desire for them.  My face
must have paled a bit and my stomach tightened up.
The three little girls stepped back.  We looked at
each other for a few minutes.  It hurt, so very
much more, watching them being afraid of me, than
any fear about what they knew about me, as concern
started to override fear I could see them starting
to relax a little.  Sally started towards me,
Jessie reached to pull her back but Sally slipped
out of her grasp and came up to me.

"You don't hate us, do you.", about half question
and half statement.

"Don't you hate me because I watch you and think
about touching you and seeing you naked?", I asked
slowly.

"No, it's kind of neat listening to you, but you
won't go ahead and touch us like you want to.  Why
not?  It feels good when I touch myself in those
places.", she said.

"The current paradigm is that men aren't supposed
to touch little girls like that.", I replied, "I
was caught with a girl 10 years ago, almost spent
some time in jail, and wound up divorced.  The
girl loved me, I loved her and she enjoyed what we
did, but after that we were forcibly separated."

"I want to caress you, take off your clothes and
look at your bodies and touch and kiss you all
over, but I want you to like me and be with me
much, much more.  I am very much afraid that if I
allowed myself to do any of that, that I would
lose you, either you wouldn't like me after a
little while, or your mother would find out about
us and that would end our relationship for good.
I don't want to risk losing you."

Jessie and Julie came closer.  "If we don't tell,
how would any one find out about it?", Jessie
asked.  "We want you to touch us.", Julie said,
"Haven't you been telling us that a person should
be able to do what ever they want, so long as it
doesn't hurt someone else?"

"Well, yes.  But it might hurt your mother and I
am afraid if we got caught, it would hurt you."

"But we love you, and some of the girls in our
class have been playing around with boys, why
can't we play around with you?"

Holding out my arms, I said, "Well then I
certainly am not going to hold it against you that
you can hear me.  You startled me a bit but I love
all three of you and you certainly aren't any
different than you were yesterday.  As for the
rest, we will have to consider and study the
possibilities and risk/benefit ratio."  Sally came
into my arms and onto my lap, buried her face on
my shoulder and started to cry.  Jessie and Julie
slid onto the couch on either side and joined us,
I hugged them and they started to cry too.

After a moment of hugging, I looked up and saw
Sarah standing in the doorway.  I looked at her
and the fear and tension came back.  The girls
flinched and pulled away.

Sarah flinched too although not as obviously, and
I realized that I could feel her fear too.

"You can `hear' me too, can't you.", I said.

Sarah nodded.

"And I suppose you were listening to us for the
last several minutes."

Nod.

My tension increased and I started to move away
from the three girls.  They reversed their earlier
trend and clung to me.

Sarah looked worried and said, "You said a minute
ago that you didn't resent the girls listening to
your thoughts and feelings."

My turn to nod.

"Does having me be able to `hear' you seem so much
worse than them?  I'm not nearly as good at it as
they are, but you're awful loud right now."  I
thought for a moment.  "No, probably not.  But
it's a lot to absorb in a bunch here.  And, aren't
you - don't you - aren't you afraid I might do
something to your girls?"

"Sam", she said, "I have been aware and so have
they, that you were sexually attracted to them
from the first few minutes you were in here when
you first invited us to eat pizza with you. And
Sally wanted to be picked up and kissed that first
night.  I have never seen her that attracted to a
stranger before or since.  I had to explain to
Sally what those feelings meant; I watched you and
them very carefully for the first few weeks. You
have been a perfect gentleman and very careful of
them.  So much so that they have been a bit miffed
about your holding back sometimes.  To paraphrase
what you said to Sally a few minutes ago, I won't
hold it against you that you love them and are
attracted to them and you certainly aren't any
different than you were yesterday."

Slowly I relaxed and sat back on the couch.  All
three kids plastered themselves against me.  I was
a bit short on arms to hug three girls at once,
but we managed fairly well.  Sarah came over and
knelt down next to us.  She put her arms around
all four of us and leaned over and kissed me.

"Will you love us and let us love you?", she
asked.

I nodded as tears ran down my cheeks.  Sarah
hugged me tighter and continued with a long deep
kiss.

The kids stopped what they were doing and watched
in fascination, when we broke, they all wanted
kissed too.  I ran very short of mouth to kiss
four beautiful blondes at once and with another
bigger girl added in, was even shorter on arms
than before, but as before, we coped.

We sat there together on the couch for a while;
after the first few minutes mostly just sitting
and touching.  As evening came on, I called out
for pizza, placing the same order that I had
called in that first day.  We sat and talked
quietly and the twins got to try the beer this
time.  It is a fairly high alcohol content brew so
I did insist that they share a bottle.  They
groused at me that they each wanted a whole bottle
apiece, I replied that since they weighed about 80
pounds and I weigh 220, that if I had one bottle
and they split one, they were getting more beer
than I was.  They weren't real convinced by my
reasoning, but accepted that they weren't going to
win this one.  Julie liked it more than Jessie who
thought it tasted somewhat like coffee, Sally
tried mine and decided that she wasn't old enough
to drink beer yet.

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Chapter 6


About 10:30 I went home.  I tried to work for a
little while, wasn't accomplishing anything and
went to bed.  I lay there in the darkness thinking
about what had happened that evening, and what
might happen next.  I was pretty deep in my
thoughts and never heard a thing, with my mind or
my ears until a pair of hands slipped over my eyes
and a "Guess who ." breathed in my ear.

"What are you doing here, Jessie?", I asked,
slipping my arm around her.  My hand found girl
and only girl.  I raised my head and saw a trail
of clothes in the moonlight across my bedroom
floor.  "Just what do you think you are doing,
young lady?", I said, snatching my arm back and
sitting up on the edge of the bed with the covers
pulled over my lap.

"What would your mother think if she knew you were
here like this?  Get your clothes on and get back
to your bed."

Jessie flinched as if she had been slapped.
"Don't you love me?  Don't you want me here?", she
asked.

"Jessie, I love you dearly, and I want to hold
you, caress you and have you in my bed very
much. That is why I can't have you in bed with me.
If I didn't lust after your lovely, sexy little
body, I could tell you to get some pajamas on and
crawl in with me, as it is, I don't dare.  What
would your mom think. Even if she does know that I
am attracted to you, she said that she watched
carefully that I hadn't done anything with you."

Tears started running down her cheeks as she stood
there, after a moment I couldn't stand it and held
my arms out to her.  She crawled into my lap, put
her arms around me and sniffled.  "Mom knows I'm
here.", she said.  "She was going to come but we
said that she had already gotten to sleep with you
and it was our turn now.  She wasn't sure that you
would want us to sleep with you, but we said that
we knew that you did.  She said that only one of
us could come tonight and so we matched pennies
and I won."

We sat there for a moment, I sighed and kissed
her.  "It seems that I'm out numbered and out
maneuvered by an eleven year old beautiful, sexy
blonde.  When rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy
it I guess."

"I'm not going to rape you!", she said
indignantly.

I raised a brow and looked at her.  "What are your
plans then?"

"I want to make love with you, like you and mom
have been doing.", she replied shyly, "You really
think I'm beautiful and sexy?"

"I think you are fantastically beautiful and sexy,
but I'm not sure you are big enough.  I'm afraid
that it would hurt you for us to do that.", I
said, "Perhaps we should cuddle and pet and kiss
instead."  I'm afraid that the feel of my erection
against her bottom through the covers made that
statement less convincing than it might have been.

"But some of my friends have started fucking, and
one of your books showed girls my age doing it."

"What were you doing, reading that book?", I asked
with raised brows, "I said you were to leave that
section alone.  That one was hidden, You kids
weren't even supposed to know that it existed."

"Sally heard you thinking about it one day.  You
were looking at me and thinking about doing some
of the things the book shows, so the next time you
were working and not paying any attention, we
slipped it out and took it home to read.  It was
kinda neat looking at the pictures and knowing
that you wanted to do things like that with us.
Sally checked that you were still working and we
slipped it back later that day."

Then she brightened, "Oh, you have some more that
we didn't find.  Can I look at them tomorrow?"

I collapsed back onto the bed, pulling Jessie with
me.  "I give up.  I surrender.  Do with me as you
will.", I said, "Ask your mother.  If she says
that it's OK, I suppose so."

She kissed me and put a lot of heat into it.
"Does that mean that we can make love too?", she
asked.

"We can try.", I said., "If I start to do
something you don't like, you tell me, OK?  I
don't have the skill to tell what you like, when
and how much you hurt nearly as well as you can
read me.  And, at best it will hurt some for me to
get inside you.  You will have to decide if it
hurts too much and tell me to stop.

Jessie hugged me and gave me a long kiss.  When we
came up for air she said, "I know it will hurt a
little.  But I think my hymen is broken already.
I had a bicycle wreck earlier this summer.  It
hurt a lot and there was blood in my panties.
Now, I can put my finger in there as far as it
will reach.  I asked mom about it and she got out
a book that showed what had happened and said that
it appeared that I had been deflowered by a
bicycle, and at least I didn't have to worry about
that one any more."

I slid her off the edge of the bed, threw back the
blankets and pulled her back onto my lap.  I
kissed her again and started caressing her back
and buttocks.  Jessie leaned into the kiss and
tried to melt into my chest.  When we broke apart
this time I said, "Well, I suppose that is what I
get for hanging around with a bunch of genius plus
women.  If you weren't all so goddamn smart,
perhaps I could win an argument occasionally.

Jessie giggled and slid onto the floor.  I took
the opportunity to caress her small breasts, she
started to remove my shorts.  She wasn't very
experienced at it and started prying my hard-on
the wrong way as the shorts came down.  I flinched
and she did too as it started to hurt.  "Hold it.
Reach in and pull the end of it out the top of my
shorts before you pull them down.", I told her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."  She pulled
the waistband back up and reached inside, grasping
my erection and pulling it down and the elastic up
and over.  I twitched a little as she grasped the
shaft.  "Did that hurt too?", she asked, worried.

"No, just the opposite.", I replied, "It feels
good to have you touch me."  I raised my hips up
and she slid my shorts off and down my legs.  "Go
ahead and take them clear off.", I said as she
started to leave them around my knees.  She
complied, dropping the shorts on the floor.  We
lay down side by side on the bed, her head laying
on my stomach.  She looked at my cock, thrust
rampantly skyward in the moonlight and reached
cautiously to touch it.

I slid my hand across her chest and teased a
nipple with my fingers.  "Would you like to have
some more light?", I whispered.

"Please.", Jessie whispered back, pressing my hand
to her breast.

I reached up to the headboard and turned on a
small reading lamp.  The head of my cock glistened
with pre-come in the light; Jessie hesitantly
touched the head.

"It's all wet and slick." She said.

"That will help it to slide into you easier.", I
told her, "It's slick and wet because you have me
very turned on."

Jessie lay there, exploring my body for a few
minutes.  "It's awfully big too.", rubbing her
hand along the shaft and down to explore my balls.

"I told you that this may not be a workable idea,
that I may be too big or you too small."

"But you said we could do it.", she protested.

"You may try, with emphasis on `may' and `try',
but I'm not sure you can get it in.  However, if
you are still determined, slide back up here where
I can kiss you and we'll get started.

She rolled back and slid up my chest and clamped
her lips to mine.  I held her and caressed her
back and hips, sliding my hand between her legs.
She whimpered a little into my mouth and drew her
legs apart.  My fingers touched her slit and found
wetness.  I slid over and rolled Jessie onto her
back on the bed beside me.  I drew back and kissed
her on the nose and the forehead while I caressed
her small budding breasts.  Her eyes were closed
and I gazed in wonder at her beauty.  "I love you,
Jessie.", I whispered to her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck.  "I love you
too.", she replied, pulling my lips back to hers.

I kissed her for a few more times, then started to
work down her neck and across her chest.  My hand
slid across her flat stomach and touched the top
of her mound.  Jessie moaned softly and rubbed her
hands down my back and across my chest.  I cupped
her small smooth pussy, marveling again at how
soft and sexy a naked girl felt.  My finger slid
along her slit as I started to kiss and suck on
her nipples.

"Oh, that feels good.", she whimpered, spreading
her legs again.  I spread her pussy lips with my
index finger, finding more moisture as I slid it
down in her crack.  Her little clit stiffened as I
touched it and she thrust her hips against my
hand.  I caressed her clit and kissed her nipples
for a few minutes longer, then slid my finger on
down her crack and into her baby hole.  She was
right, her cherry was gone, my finger slid into
her tight little hole with only slight resistance.
She flinched a little.  I started to remove my
finger, she grasped my hand and held me in her.
At my unspoken question she said, "It doesn't hurt
much, keep going.

I kissed my way back up her chest and neck and
onto her lips.  By now, she was thrusting hard
against my hand and gasping with pleasure as my
finger slid in and out of her crack.  I kissed her
lips for a moment and started back down her front.
This time I kissed and sucked on both nipples on
the way by and continued down across her chest and
stomach kissing and licking as I went.  I slid her
up on the bed until her head was cradled on my
pillow and I slid down until I could roll over
between her legs and started kissing and licking
her soft smooth crack.  I licked and sucked on her
little clitoris, now very firm and stuck my tongue
into her vagina, Jessie was bucking on the bed and
moaning with pleasure - she gasped and gave a last
few violent thrusts with her hips then collapsed.

"Oh, Sam.", she sighed, "What did you do to me.
That was wonderful."

"You had an orgasm.  If you had to ask, probably
the first time."  I worked my way back up her
body, kissing as I went, finishing up with her
lips.  That put the end of my cock firmly against
her sweet little girl baby hole, and Jessie
started pushing against me again.  I kissed her
for a few moments again, I was against her but
wasn't starting in.

"You still want me to make love to you?", I asked
softly.

"Oh, yes.  I want you inside me.  I want to have
you make love to me and make me a real woman."

"You're about as real as it gets, and we've done
most of making love already."

"You didn't come in me though, I want you to come
in me.", she replied, "Push harder, it doesn't
hurt, it feels good having your thing against my
pussy."

With that she gave an extra hard thrust and the
head of my tool popped into her baby hole.

"Oh!", she gasped.

"Am I hurting you?", I worried.

"A little, but it feels good too.  Push some
more."

I pulled back a little and thrust again.  I slid
into her a little more and Jessie moaned and
thrust to meet me.  In a moment we had the rhythm
and I was sinking deeper and deeper into her
willing and eager body.  I tried my best to be
gentle, both to make it easy for Jessie, and to
keep from coming before she really got started on
her first fuck.  When I was into her to the hilt,
we stopped for a moment.

Jessie looked into my eyes and wrapped her arms
around my neck.  "I love you Sam."

"And I love you Jessie, you are a wonderful,
beautiful and sexy young lady and all mine."

We started to move together again, Jessie was
getting excited and heading towards a second
climax; I was able, barely, to hold off until she
came.  As she came for the second time that night,
I allowed myself to go over the edge and started
squirting her tight little hole full of baby
seeds.  The feel of me coming in her made her
climax again immediately, which made me come even
harder.

As we came back down from that high, I rolled over
on my side, then onto my back, bringing Jessie on
top of me while we were still coupled.  I kissed
her gently, she kissed me back for a moment then
lay her head on my chest and neck sighed and went
completely limp.  I wiggled over towards the
center of the bed and reached down to get the
blankets and bring them across the both of us,
then turned off the light - we lay there together
and drifted off to sleep.

I was awakened the next morning in the best
possible way.  I had a sexy young lady caressing
my cock and kissing me on the lips.

I kissed her back.  "Good morning, beautiful
lover.", I said, "I think you had better quit that
for a few minutes while I go the bathroom."

"Me too."  She slid out of bed and pulled me to my
feet.

"You're coming too?", I asked.

"You don't want me to?"

"I suppose we can try it.  A man can't pee when he
is hard and I doubt a girl can pee if she is
turned on.  I like to look at you and if I can't
pee with you in there, I can chase you back out
for a few minutes."

She dragged me down the hall to the bathroom and
through the door.

"OK", I said, "You sit down on the side of the tub
and be quiet.  I went to the toilet and made a
concentrated effort to relax.  It took a few
moments, but I softened and felt the flow start.
I got it going and looked at Jessie.  She was
sitting there, rapt, watching me.

Fortunately, once I got started, I was able to
finish, and stepped back.

"Your turn now.", I said, caressing her nipples.

"Ooo, that tingles."

"Shall I keep on doing it?"

"Probably better not.  You're making me tingle
down there too, and I won't be able to pee."

I stepped back, Jessie sat down and closed her
eyes.  In a moment I heard her start.

I reached down and gently spread her legs.  She
opened her eyes and watched me watch her as she
finished.  She wiped her hairless crack and
bounced up.  "Now, back to bed.", she said pulling
my hand again.

"Not only beautiful, sexy and blonde, but a
nymphomaniac as well.", I groaned, "I may not live
through the morning."

Jessie looked at me a little apprehensively.  I
looked back, but couldn't keep the grin off my
face.  She hopped up, wrapped her arms around my
neck and kissed me again.  I swept her into my
arms and carried her back down the hall and into
the bedroom, kissing her all the way.  I threw her
onto the bed and made as if to pounce onto her.
With squeals and giggles she tried to roll away.
I grabbed her leg and dragged her back towards me.

She struggled for a moment then rolled over onto
her back and reached her arms up towards me.  I
knelt on the bed beside her, hugged and kissed
her, then holding her in my arms, lay down beside
her.  Jessie started fondling me and watched with
interest as my cock started to rise.

"Aren't you sore this morning?", I asked.

"A little, but I want to make love anyway."

"I gave up last night.  It's your call."  I kissed
her some more, then started working down her chest
to her nipples and slid my hand down between her
legs.  Even after wiping, she was starting to
slick up nicely.  I caressed her clit for a while
then slid my finger into her.  Jessie winced a
little, but started thrusting against my hand
again.  She continued for a moment, then stopped
and pulled my finger out.

"Does it hurt too much?", I asked.

"No, I want to get on top of you."

"OK, let me lick you for a minute, and get you
good and slick first."  I slid down between her
legs and licked and sucked on her for a minute.
She started to push me away, so I made a last,
very wet lick up her crack, crawled back to the
top of the bed and rolled over on my back.  Jessie
crawled on top of me and squatted down.  I held my
cock so it was upright and against her baby hole,
she wiggled for a moment, then my head popped into
her and she slid down onto me.  She sat there
blissfully for a moment with her eyes closed; I
ran my hands up and down her sides and hips, then
moved up to her chest and fondled her budding
breasts.  Her nipples popped to attention and she
whimpered in pleasure.  I started gently thrusting
into her and she responded by raising up and down
on my shaft.  She leaned forward and I raised up
and kissed her, then she leaned back and arched
her back.  I was getting very excited and in
another minute started coming.  Jessie moaned and
thrust more violently, before I finished, she had
climaxed too.

We lay there, coupled together for a while, then I
raised her up, kissed her and said, "I believe I
need a shower.  Would you care to join me?"

Jessie giggled and slid off my chest.  She pulled
me to my feet and wrapped herself around me.  I
picked her up again and kissed her as I carried
her down the hall to the bathroom.  I started the
water and we got into the shower together.  We
washed each other, all over, gently and slowly
without any overt sexual play; touching and
caressing was sufficient for both of us.  We got
out and dried off.  I shaved and we went back to
the bedroom and dressed.

*******************************************************
Chapter 7


"I suppose we had better make an appearance.", I
said, "I might just as well find out if I need to
head for the border now as later."

"Don't be silly.", Jessie said, "Mom won't be mad.
She said I could come sleep with you last night."

We walked down the sidewalk to their door.  Even
with Jessie's assurances, I was apprehensive.  I
got to wondering, just how much of what she had
told me was bonafide - If she had been
embellishing the extent of her mothers knowledge
and permission, I could be in serious trouble.  I
looked down at Jessie and relaxed a little.  Smug
was the only possible description for her
expression and demeanor.  She was walking beside
me with her arm around my waist and bouncing.  She
might have been mistaken, but she was certainly
confident of her reception from her mother and
sisters.  I opened the door, and hung back for a
second, bracing myself.  Jessie grabbed my hand
and dragged me through the door.

There I was hit by the other two kids, one high
and one low.  I staggered a little but stayed on
my feet.

"What was he like?"

"What was it like?"

"Was it really good?"

"My turn tonight."

"Did she chicken out and cry?"  

I was deluged by questions, one on top of the
other, with no chance to reply to any of them.  I
looked at Sarah.  She looked at me and smiled.
"You must have done a very good job with Jessie
last night.  She is so radiant this morning, she
might glow in the dark if we had any dark handy."
She stepped up to me, hugged me and gave me a high
voltage kiss.  "I know that you weren't planning
on this, I wasn't either.  Did you have any luck
trying to talk her out of it last night? I didn't
and I made a pretty serious effort.  I didn't want
to just flat forbid her to go, and I would have
probably needed to come over and have you lock
your door to stop her."

"I suppose you're right.", I said, "You might have
come and defended my honor though."

"Did you really want to be defended from Jessie?
You both glow this morning, not just her.  And
even Jessie, if you had really wanted to, you
could have sent her home."

"Perhaps someone else could have, I couldn't.
When a beautiful lady that I love says that she
wants me to make love to her, then when I try to
explain that this might not be the best idea in
the world, cries at me, well, I accepted defeat
and surrendered.

"See, Jessie, I told you that if he seemed too
well behaved that a few tears would probably
finish him off."

Jessie became even smugger.  "Yeah, he was being
all proper and reasonable, trying to tell me that
it was for my own good, a real stick-in-the-mud.
A few tears and his resistance just collapsed.
After that I could do what ever I wanted with
him."

Sarah looked at her daughter.  "Jessie, that was
too much.  Stop and think a minute - if Sam didn't
put your happiness and well being ahead of his own
pleasures, would you love him and want to sleep
with him.  He loves you first and wants your body
second, doesn't he?  You owe him the same
consideration, if you don't feel that way about
him perhaps we had better rethink this program."

Jessie wilted.  "I suppose."  Then turning to me,
"I'm sorry, Sam.  I shouldn't have said that."

I looked at her sternly for a moment, she looked
apprehensive.  Then I smiled. "It's OK.  Having
you as a lover and bridge partner is good enough
that I can accept your failings as a diplomat.
We'll work on it."

She brightened and her smile almost took my breath
away.

"However,", I continued, "Jessie said something
last night about you guys matching pennies with me
as the prize?  I would really like to be involved
in this discussion, at least to be told what is
going on so I don't have to guess what the game is
and what the rules might be.  And did I hear
something about `My turn tonight.' as I came in
the door?"

Julie wrapped herself around me.  "Yes!  I won the
toss with Sally after Jessie left."

"Don't I get a vote?"

"You don't want me?  You don't love me?"  Julie
pulled back and it looked as if I was going to
receive another tear barrage.

"Yes I want you!  I love you very much and I want
you in my bed, but we really need to talk about
this."

"What we are doing is way beyond what society
thinks is acceptable.  If we get caught at it, we
will all be in the deepest and foulest of shit.
What about birth control.

You twins haven't had a period yet, but it won't
be long now, and you could catch before your first
period.  And you Sally, if you lost the toss for
tonight, that implies that you are planning on
tomorrow night.  Making love to your almost twelve
year old sister worked OK but there is no way that
you are going to be able to have sex with me.  You
aren't quite ten yet and just can't be big
enough."  "I know, Sam.", Sally answered, "But we
can sleep together and do a lot of the things that
are in your book can't we?"

"What about birth control.  I really don't think
that a twelve year old having a baby is a good
idea at all."

"On that one, I agree with you and the girls
concur.", Sarah said, "The girls and I had a visit
with our doctor a month ago.  We are all prepared,
I have been on the pill for the past several
months, Jessie had a spermicidal suppository in
her when she came to you last night.  She had a
close encounter of the painful kind with a bicycle
seat earlier this summer, the other two had a
scalpel with a topical anesthetic to break their
hymens.  I have been watching and coaching them on
public behavior for six weeks now.  I think we
will be able to hold Mrs. Grundy at bay."

I put my head in my hands and groaned, "Dumb
blondes.  If I looked around, maybe I could find a
bunch of dumb blondes to hang out with and could
win an argument once in a while."

Three of the blondes frowned at me and the fourth
fisted me in the ribs.

"He's just kidding, Mom.", said Jessie, "That's
about what he said to me last night after I teared
at him and blew him out of the water."

"Well,", I said, "It's true.  In most circles, I'm
considered pretty sharp.  Around here, I seem to
be well below average.  And I sure don't seem to
be winning many debates lately"

Sarah kissed me.  "Don't put yourself down.  Maybe
below average -- by a minuscule amount -- in some
areas.  And do you really want to win these
arguments?"

"I suppose not, but it would be nice to think I
could sometimes."

"You could get up and leave, you know.  That is an
argument we couldn't counter."

"I don't want to win nearly that bad.", I
protested.

Sarah kissed me again. "I didn't think you did.
Are you and Jessie ready for breakfast?  We
decided not to wait for you.  I figured it might
be noon or later before she let you out of bed, so
we already ate."

"Yes, please.", Jessie and I chorused.

Sarah got up and went into the kitchen.  Jessie
and Julie snuggled next to me on either side with
an arm around each.  My hand grazed Jessie's right
nipple, she grabbed my hand and cupped it to her
breast.  Julie saw this and copied her sister with
my other hand.

Sally sat on my lap, facing me and divided her
attention and interest between French kissing and
exploring the bulge in my pants.  Julie joined her
in the exploration, and I was barely rescued in
time by Sarah announcing breakfast.

Sarah looked at her daughters and me and frowned a
little.  "All right, off of him.

If nothing else, you will need to save some of his
energy and enthusiasm for tonight and Julie.  I
think that for the rest of the day, you girls had
better put your behavior back into public mode and
behave as you have been for the last few weeks."

"Aw, Mom."

"Do we have to?"

"This is fun, do we really have to quit?"

"Yes!  Sam needs the rest and you need to be
reminded that private behavior must be kept
private.  You are sitting in a ground floor room
with the curtains open.  If someone walked by and
saw what you are doing, they might get to
thinking.  And we won't be able to stand more than
a hint of suspicion without attracting attention.
And if attention becomes focused on us, you won't
be able to sleep with Sam even if they can't prove
anything."

"Yes, mother."

"OK"

"I suppose so."

"Thanks, Sarah.  They are wonderful, but that was
becoming a bit overwhelming.  And you are very
right about the curtains, I wasn't thinking."

***************************************************
Chapter 8


After breakfast, I went back home.  I worked on a
story for a while, the girls were in and out, and
seemed to have taken their mother seriously
concerning their behavior.

Jessie apparently told her sisters about the rest
of my hidden books because they showed up with a
note from Sarah giving permission.  I rolled my
eyes and said OK, Sally headed off to get the
books, not even bothering to pretend to ask me
where they were.  They sat on the couch in my
office, turning the pages and giggling.  Soon I
chased them out into the family room, closing the
door to the office.  I still heard giggles and
comments, but they were much quieter.  I still had
girls coming to watch me work, but the only breach
of rules was once when Julie managed to be with me
without her sisters.  She leaned around and gave
me a lingering kiss on the mouth.

"Just wait till tonight.", she said with a grin
and strutted off.  I watched her go, thought for a
few minutes and got up.

"I need to have you kids go home for the rest of
the day."  At their looks of dismay, I continued,
"I'm not mad or anything, I need to do some
shopping and then I have some work to do here that
will be better done without help."

Sally looked at me for a moment, then smirked.

"Yes, I know you know, young lady.  You keep your
mouth shut.

I bowed to Julie, "m'Lady hacker, I wish to extend
an invitation to dinner at 6:30 PM.  Formal dress
is expected. RSVP, optional" Then to the other
two, "Alone.  If I am going to be seduced, I am
going to write at least part of the script this
time."

Looks of comprehension all around.  The girls
scampered out the door, and I went off to prepare
for the evening.  At 6:30 that evening, the door
bell rang.  I was wearing a rented tuxedo, and
stopped at the mirror to check that every thing
was straight.  I opened the door.  Julie was
standing there in a full length gown, with three
maids in waiting as escorts.  The smallest handed
me a package.  "For in the morning.", she said,
then they withdrew.

"Good evening m'lady, would you care to come in?",
I said, standing aside and holding the door.

"Thank you good sir, I will.", Julie replied,
gliding across the threshold.  I closed the door
behind her, placed the package in the hall closet
and followed her into the living room.  Julie
turned around and posed for me.  I was stunned.
Either she had clothes that I had never seen
before, or there had been some frantic shopping
that afternoon.  The dress, jewelry and shoes were
remarkable examples of good taste and style.  She
was wearing makeup.  I knew she was wearing makeup
even though I couldn't see any trace of it.  I was
very familiar with that face, every freckle and
dimple, how the soft little hairs on her upper lip
could be ticked, the curve and shape of her ears
and the length of her eyelashes, but earlier in
the day, she hadn't looked like that. Her hair was
styled, brought across the top of her head and
cascading down across her left breast.  She had
been perfect, now she was even better.  Whoever
had put that dress and makeup on her and styled
her hair was a genius. She wasn't a kid, dressed
up for a party or a little girl trying to dress up
like a grownup, she was a lovely young lady
dressed for the ball.

My assessment must have shown on my face, on
second thought, dealing with an empath, she didn't
need to read faces. Julie grinned, suddenly
looking much more like the hacker kid I had come
to love.  "You like?"

"You realize, you are in mortal danger, wench.", I
growled.

"Oh mercy, what has befallen me?", she following
my lead, "In what type of mortal danger do I find
myself ensnared."

"Starvation!"

"Starvation??", obviously not expecting that one
to be on the list.

"Viewing your garb and grooming, there is great
danger that I might forget myself, rip the clothes
from your body, sweep you into my arms, carry you
off to bed and ravish you all night without
feeding you dinner."

She beamed and held up her arms to me.  "Please! 
Do it."

I bent over and kissed her on the lips.  "You are
reprieved, I seem to have regained control of my
self.", then holding my arm out to her, "Would you
care to accompany me to the dining room m'lady."

Julie slipped her hand into the crook of my elbow
as if she had practiced all her life, "I would be
delighted to join you.  What is on the menu for
this evening?"

"A tossed green salad, steak and lobster with
baked potato and Brussels sprouts, strawberry
cheese cake for dessert.  I also have a delightful
little wine, with a refreshing bouquet and just a
trace of tartness to go with the salad, a heady
red to accompany the main course and sweet cordial
to go with desert."

"Mercy, kind sir, you will make me giddy, then
take advantage of me."

"The better to seduce you with, my dear."

I seated her at the table and went to the kitchen
for the salad course.  True to my word, Julie's
salad was smaller than mine and her wine glass
held less than an ounce.  She frowned, looking
first at her wine glass, then at my more generous
portion.  I said, "You can have a little more if
you want.  Try that first, and keep in mind that
there are two more courses.  I want you relaxed a
little, not bombed.  Trust me on this one, you
don't want very much to drink tonight, you will
want to be awake and experiencing everything."

The elegant young lady looked at me and smiled,
"Your wish is my command, m'lord."

"You have been reading fantasy and romance novels
long ere we met?"

"It is even so, m'lord.  I have been entranced
with the genre for long and long."

Then shifting gears, "And Shakespeare, Chaucer,
and Spencer among others.  You didn't really want
a dumb blonde did you?"

"No, and it's just as well, as I surely didn't get
one."

The hacker kid gave me a sunny grin, "I'm ready
for steak now, medium rare please."

"It will be but a moment, m'lady, the grill will
be at temperature and I shall produce it
forthwith."

I went to the kitchen, kissing her on the way by.
The grill was ready and I started the steaks
cooking.  The lobster was ready to go, I waited
for a couple of minutes then started it too.  I
had the potatoes ready in the oven and had started
the microwave with the sprouts when I got the
salads.

In a few more moments I returned with two sizzling
platters of steak and lobster and two plates of
potatoes and sprouts.  I poured wine for both of
us and sat down.

Julie seemed to be hungry, and steak is best if
eaten immediately.  Conversation was minimal
during the main course.  She found the red to be a
bit astringent, I assured her that it was an
acquired taste and not to worry if she didn't like
in for now.  She would either learn to like it or
would find something else that she did like, no
problem either way.

I served desert and after doing a minimal clean
up, took Julie into the living room. I changed the
music and sat down.  Julie flung herself at me and
kissed me greedily.

"Careful of the dress.", I said, "You don't want
to ruin it, we may want it again someday."

"Take it off of me please."

"You will have to back up a little, I can't reach
the fasteners with you plastered all over me like
this."

She slid back off my lap and I started undoing
buttons and zippers.  We peeled her out of the
dress and hung it in the hall closet along with my
coat.  It was a very nice dress and had to be
expensive, I was already plotting to take Julie
out and show her off in it.  I sat back down and
had girl all over me again, this time with nothing
on but a possessive look.  She kissed me fiercely,
no longer either the elegant lady nor the hacker
kid, just Julie, trying to get as close to me as
was physically possible and kiss my face off.

After a few minutes she backed up a little.
"Aren't you a bit overdressed for this party?"

"Possibly, what do you suggest."

"Perhaps you could slip into something more
comfortable."

"Do you have a cliche every situation?", I
asked, suspecting the answer.

"I doubt it sir, but I believe I have an adequate
supply available this evening for your pleasure
and convenience."

I hit her with a pillow, received many and
fearsome blows in return and wound up on my back
on the floor with a naked girl sitting on my hips
undoing buttons.  I fondled her nipples as she
worked, was scolded for attempting to distract her
from important work, and received several
lingering kisses during the scolding.

She sat me up to remove my shirt, then I stood up
and she stripped of my pants and shorts.  I
reached out my arms and she came into them, I
swept her off her feet and carried her into the
bedroom, kissing her as we went.  I lay down on
the bed, still holding and kissing my hacker kid
lover.  She relaxed in my arms and sighed.

"Any special requests?", I whispered to her.

"Make love to me. Now!"

"Your wish is my command, m'lady.  But you will
tell me if it starts to hurt, please."

She nodded.  I kissed her once more on the lips
and started caressing her for serious, first her
nipples then moving across her flat stomach to her
pussy.  My fingers lingered on her mound, enjoying
he softness, then started into her crack.  I
kissed and teased her nipples with my tongue as I
fondled her clitty, then my finger slid further
down to her baby hole.  Julie was thrusting her
hips against my hand and whimpering in pleasure.

I slid my finger into her hole, apparently a
scalpel does a better job than a bicycle seat, she
gave no indication of any discomfort.  I fingered
her for a few minutes, then laid her on the bed
and started licking her.  Julie came almost
immediately, then as I continued to lick her
clitty, again.  I kissed my way up her body,
lingering over her nipples, then on up her chest,
neck face and lips.  She clung to me for a moment,
then reached down and almost frantically attempted
to guide me into her baby hole.  I raised up to
give her more room, then as she got the alignment
right, gave a gentle push. Her tight little hole
stretched and the head of my cock popped into her.
Julie gasped, then moaned with pleasure and thrust
against me.

We worked my full length into her, then paused.
She kissed me ardently, and we started moving
together again.  In a few moments, we both
climaxed and I gave a tight little girl hole it's
first baby juice for the second time in two days.
I rolled off her and held her in my arms.  We lay
there, cuddling, kissing a little, caressing each
other intermittently and gently.

After a while, we got up and went to the bathroom.
When we got back Julie rolled back from me a bit
and started to explore my body.  She spent a while
checking out the hair on my chest, kissed and
teased my nipples, watching how they would crinkle
up like hers, then down across my stomach,
investigating my navel, and finding a small piece
of bellybutton lint - on down to the hair at the
base of my tool, then the head and shaft, and how
I started to grow and rise.  She worked around my
scrotum, feeling the balls inside, and the cords
attaching them to my body.

I lay there wallowing in the experience, the
sensation of her soft hands on my body, and her
interest in her explorations.  As she
investigated, I caressed her hair, and back.

Presently, she started sliding her hand up and
down my shaft, watching as it came to attention.

"Can we do it again?", she asked shyly, "That was
really neat.  I want some more, please."

`Well, you can see that I'm ready.  This is your
night, you get to call the shots."

She pulled me over onto her, and kissed me
passionately.  Where I had spent the previous
night with her sister, and Julie had come three
times just before, we made this a long, leisurely,
gentle love making.  Just at the very end Julie
lost it and came again with moans and squeals.
That finished me off and I refilled her with baby
seeds.  We lay there in the afterglow and drifted
off to sleep.

**********************************************
Chapter 9


I awoke the next morning, Julie was snuggled
against my side, hanging onto my arm in her sleep.
Her mouth was hanging open with a small puddle of
drool on my arm.

She was the most beautiful sight I could imagine.
I lay there just watching her, basking in her
beauty until hydraulic pressure began to make
action seem necessary.

I kissed her on the forehead.  Her eyes opened,
she looked disoriented for a moment then they
focused.

"I wish you good morrow, m'lady."

Julie smiled at me.  "Good morning m'lord."  She
closed her eyes again, and wiggled the full length
of her body firmly against me.  I lay there for a
moment longer, then kissed her again.

"Lying here with you is wonderful, but if I don't
get up soon, I am going to have an embarrassing
accident.", I said, throwing back the covers and
rolling my feet off the edge of the bed.  I stood
up and stretched, then headed for the bathroom.
Before I got to the bedroom door, Julie was
padding along behind me. She caught me by the time
I got to the bathroom and collected another kiss.
We went in, she watched me, then I watched her.

When we finished, Julie hopped into my arms.  She
wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me and
looked into my eyes.  "More?  Can we do it once
more before we go home?"

"Why not."

I carried her back to bed, we made it a somewhat
more brisk lovemaking, I just followed Julie's
lead and came as soon as I got ready.  The feel of
me squirting in her set Julie off as well.  We
cuddled for a while and relaxed, then went back to
the bathroom, showered each other, dressed -- the
package last night was clothes for Julie -- and
went across to their apartment.

Our reception was similar to the morning before
except this time we went into the family room,
which didn't have windows facing public areas
while we waited for breakfast.

After breakfast, I got all four of my blonde
would-be lovers together.

"What are your long term plans?  Marriage?  Four
lovers?  A wonderful weekend, then go back to what
we had before?  Move away and leave me?"

"What do you want, Sam?", Sarah asked.

"Move away and leave me is absolutely and
positively last place.  I love you and want to
keep you."

I was interrupted from four sides by hugs and
kisses, tears and avowals of love to last forever.
When we broke, I continued, "I suppose we could
try going back to what we had last week, but I
doubt it will work.  I would expect we would
either go back to having sex, or split up for
permanent fairly soon.  Don't know, I'll give it
my best shot if that is what you want."

"So far as the other two possibilities go, I am
torn.  If we marry, Sarah, that seems to leave the
girls out.  If we don't it seems to lack
commitment.  I just don't know."

Sarah sighed.  "You've outlined my thoughts almost
word for word.  The kids and I have discussed this
and have a possible plan, after the last two
nights do any of you wish to amend what we
discussed, girls?"

Julie and Jessie looked at each other, then at me.
"No, mom.  It still sounds good to us.", they said
together.  Sally shrugged.

"OK. I haven't tried managing a harem before and
when we made a search of the literature, found it
to be lacking.  What we came up with is the lover
option for the short term.  We thought we might
try an 8 day schedule where every other day is a
day when one of the four of us has the privilege
of sleeping with you alone.  The days in between
will be group sleeps.  When anyone gets sick, we
will just rotate the schedule to fit them back in
as soon as they heal up.  Any time you want a
night off, or are out of town, we push the
rotation back as necessary."

"I suggest that starting with tomorrow night,
which is my turn, that we try this scheme for one
cycle.  The girls and I will match pennies, or
draw straws and we will sleep with you two at a
time on the group nights.  At the end of the
cycle, we have another meeting like this one and
review the plan. In a month or two we will have a
better idea what we want to do and what will work
for us and can consider long term plans then."

"The only permanent rule I suggest is that no one
has to sleep with any other person at any time."

I thought for a while as the three girls watched
anxiously.  "I can't think of an idea that I like
better for now, it might just work out,.  Let's do
it!"  Again I was attacked from three sides as
Sarah hung back a little watching me and her
daughters and smiling.  When they eased up, she
was waiting with a gleam in her eyes and fully
made up for having to wait.

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Chapter 10


When Sarah finished with me, I gestured at Sally
and said, "What shall I do with her tonight."

"What do you mean, Sally is planning to sleep with
you."

"But, she is only nine.  She can't possibly be big
enough to have sex with me."

"No, probably not.  Sam, I trust you and Sally
trusts you.  You won't do, and you won't allow her
do anything that will cause her any damage.  She
is probably the smartest of the five of us, and a
very determined young lady.  She has been reading
everything she can find about sex and lovemaking
for the last month and wants to try it.  And she
can see in your mind when you really think
something might really hurt her and when you are
just being timid.  Sex games won't hurt her and
she deserves to play them too.  She loves you and
you love her. Relax, go with the flow, and enjoy."

Sally grabbed my by the ears.  "You better not
chicken out on me.  I'm gonna have my turn tonight
or know the reason why."  I kissed her.  "OK,
punkin.  We have a date.  You want a fancy dinner,
a plain quick dinner, or go out for dinner?"

"Can we go to McDonald's?"

"It's your night Sally, most anything you want is
fine with me.  You need to go to school tomorrow
though, we had better start a little earlier.  See
you at 5:00, bring clothes for tomorrow morning.
OK?"

At 5:00 the doorbell rang, Sally was there with
her escort of three and an overnight bag.  She was
dressed in a frilly light blue blouse, long white
pants and white shoes.  A ribbon tying back her
hair, a bead necklace and a three-quarter length
white jacket completed the outfit.  She was
scrubbed until she shone and her hair had the
luster and flow of long brushing.  She stood there
for a moment allowing me to feast on her beauty,
then flung herself at me.  I scooped her up and
she wrapped her arms around my neck.

Julie slipped past us and put the bag inside the
door.

"Can we go now?"

I hugged her.  "Sure, let me get my coat and
keys."

Sally slid to the floor, and watched eagerly while
I put on my jacket and picked up the car keys.
She grabbed my hand and headed for the car.  We
returned an hour later.  Sally had been a very
proper little girl, holding my hand as we walked
and talking about school and the story that we
were working on, the very model of decorum and
innocence.  I opened the door and we went inside.

I closed the door, turned on some lights, hung up
our coats, and was climbed like a tree.  I put one
arm around her and slipped the other under her
bottom to support her.  Sally wrapped her legs
around my waist, then grabbed my hand and pushed
it under her buttocks and between her legs.  "I
want your hand down there, touch me there Sam."

I caressed her for a moment, tracing the shape of
her pussy through her pants, giving and receiving
kisses.  "Bed?", I suggested.

"But it's only 6 o'clock.  I'm not sleepy, I don't
have to go to bed until 9:00.", she protested.  "I
didn't mention anything about sleeping."

Sally gave me a sunny grin, "Sure."  She leaned
back a little in my arms and started unbuttoning
my shirt.

I carried her into the bedroom and sat down with
her still in my arms.  She took my shirt off, ran
her hands through the hair on my chest for a
moment.

"Undress me.", she commanded.  I kissed her and
laid her on the bed.  I started slowly unbuttoning
her blouse, kissing and caressing every part of
her body as I went.  I removed the necklace and
the hair ribbon, then slipped the blouse from her
arms and shoulders.  I laid her back on the bed,
kissed and caressed her tiny nipples, then kissed
my way up her chest, along her neck and across her
face.  

Sally lay there as relaxed as a cat being petted,
responding to my kisses and caresses, but without
a tense bone in her body.  She ran her hand
through my hair and down my neck as I kissed her
body.  I slid my hand down across her flat tummy,
playing with her navel as I went past.  I slid my
fingers under the waistband of her pants, and she
sucked her stomach in to give me more room.  

I fondled her for a moment, then removed my hand
and started unfastening her pants.  I worked her
pants off her slim hips, then down and off her
legs, a little at a time, leaving her panties in
place.  When I had her pants, shoes and socks off,
caressing and kissing her toes and feet, I started
kissing her legs, moving back up towards her
crotch.  Sally giggled as I tickled her knees with
my lips.  I stopped and traced the shape of her
pussy through her panties with the tip of my
finger, then inched her panties off her hips, down
her legs and onto the floor.

I stood up and finished undressing, then lay down
next to Sally.  She rolled on top of me and
started kissing me all over my face.  I kissed her
back, caressing her and fondling her pussy as per
orders.

Presently she rolled off me and spread her legs.
"Now lick me like you did Julie and Jessie."

"Yes ma'am, right away ma'am."  I slid down the
bed and followed orders.  I licked her sweet
little girl pussy for a while then tried my finger
in her hole.  It started in a little then when
Sally winced I stopped.

"Keep on, I want you to do it."

"But, I'm hurting you."

"Not that much. I'll be OK."

"Let's see you stick your finger in there first.
If you can, then I will try again."  Sally took
her finger, wiggled it at the entrance for a
moment then slowly worked it into her little baby
hole.  Soon her finger was in full length.

"OK, now try your middle finger."

Sally pulled her index finger out with a slight
pop, I gave a quick very juicy lick up her crack,
then she slid her middle finger in to the hilt.  I
looked at her for a moment, then took her hand and
slid her finger in and out a few strokes.  Sally
closed her eyes and thrust her hips.

I pulled her finger out, put a blob of saliva on
her crack and placed my finger in the start of her
baby hole.

"OK, you take my hand and push my finger in.  That
way you know how much it hurts and what it feels
like and can go on or stop as you wish."

Sally took my hand in both of hers and started
working my finger into her.  At first she was so
tight that she could only get the first half inch
of my finger into her.  I reached over with my
other hand and caressed her little clit.  She
whimpered and pushed harder on my hand. Slowly her
entrance stretched and she worked my finger deeper
and deeper into her body.  Again, in a few moments
she had 2-1/2 inches of my finger buried in her
body.  Sally released my hand and grinned at me.
"See, I told you it would go in."

I kissed her, then bent down, added more spit to
be sure of lubrication and started slowly
finger-fucking her.  she closed her eyes and
thrust against my hand.  I caressed her tiny
nipples and kissed her.  We continued for a couple
of minutes, then she opened her eyes, reached down
and pulled my finger out.

"Starting to get sore?", I asked.

"Nope.  Now stick your thing in me.", came the
order.

I swept her into my arms, hugged and kissed her.
"No way.  On this one I exercise veto power."

Sally could read me and knew that I wasn't going
to budge.  "That's not fair, Jessie and Julie got
to."

"Yep, and in a year and a half or two years you
can too, for tonight, no.  But, we can do
something else that is close."

Sally read me and wiggled down.  We quickly
gathered a bunch of cushions and pillows and a
towel, she spread the towel and sat down on it,
with her legs spread and her shoulders reclining
on a cushion.  I knelt before her, my cock lined
up with her crack. I leaned down and replenished
lubrication with a couple of quick swipes of my
tongue, then gently pressed the head against her
baby hole.  Sally grabbed my cock in both hands
and started pumping it and sliding the head up and
down in her slit while I caressed her.  After all
the sex play with her, I was ready and in a minute
or two started coming against her little girl
pussy.  Sally stuffed the head solidly against her
hole and thrust against me, holding me tightly
against her as I pumped the third little girl full
of baby seeds.  We sat there for a moment, then I
picked her up and lay down on the bed with Sally
on top of me.  We cuddled and kissed for a while
and drifted off to sleep.

Monday morning was a school day.  We took a few
moments for mutual caressing and fondling, then
went to the bathroom for morning ablutions.
Showering with Sally involved a lot more giggling
and tickling than with her sisters, but we soon
were clean.  I combed her hair, we dressed and
went off for breakfast.

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Chapter 11

 
After breakfast, the kids went off to school.
Sarah and I sat together in for a while, enjoying
a quiet snuggle - this was the first time in
several days and the first time since Jessie had
seduced me that we had been alone together.

Presently I said, "Are you sure you are
comfortable with me sleeping with your daughters?
Are you sure this is a good thing we are doing."

"I'm sure that I am comfortable about the girls
sleeping with you.  They love and trust you; do
you think you could fool them for a minute about
love and feelings?  And the fact that you are
worrying about it means that there is even less
for me to worry about.

You love them and would go to great lengths to
avoid hurting them."

"For the other, of course I'm not sure this is a
good thing.  But I am comfortable about trying it.
You love us and we love you.  If it doesn't work
this way, we can try something else.  It'll all
work out, relax and enjoy for now."

Sarah's harem management plan worked fairly well.
There were a few places where things chafed but we
all wanted to make it work; we made a few
adjustments and started to become accustomed to
living in the new way.

We had a fine 10th birthday party for Sally,
Christmas came and went, then New Years.  About
the middle of January, The twins celebrated their
12th birthday.  We had a public party that
afternoon with cake, ice-cream and a selection of
their classmates.  For that evening the twins had
planned a second private party with just me and
them.  They had decided they wanted to repeat the
dinner I had fixed for Julie her first night, but
wine and cheese instead of cheesecake for after.
We had spent considerable time tasting and
choosing the wines for dinner and I had obtained a
supply for the party.

They did OK during dinner, following my advice
about which wine to have with each course, but at
the end of the meal started drinking more.  I
expressed strong doubt as to the wisdom of the
quantities they were imbibing, pointing out the
possible consequences and side effects of their
consumption patterns.  They claimed that I was
being an old fuddy-duddy and trying to spoil their
fun.  Besides it was their birthday and they
should be able to do what they wanted to.

I worked on them for a while, the gave up.  I
figured they were widely read geniuses and
experience was what they lacked, besides this was
Friday night and they would have the whole weekend
to recover.  Sarah and I had discussed this
possibility, I was there to keep them from
damaging themselves and advice about quantity and
rate of intake would be better heeded next time.

They gained experience all right, I wound helping
both of them while they threw up, fortunately for
me they took turns, about 30 minutes apart.

It was a pair of pale, hung-over little girls that
I escorted home for breakfast the next morning.
Sarah being aware of their plans for wine and my
plans to let them go with advice only, was most
unsympathetic about their plight but had orange
juice and milk toast ready for breakfast.  Sally
was even less sympathetic and Sarah and I were
forced to quash her before she got her sisters
truly angry.

Life went on, we made a few more adjustments to
the system and by the middle of February our
family life had stabilized and everything was
going smoothly.  The girls and I were developing
an enjoyable and profitable business relationship,
and we were looking for another, larger place
where we could live together.  We needed a pretty
large house with considerable office space, and it
took a while to decide whether to rent or buy, and
if buy, what the financial relationship should be.


We finally decided to form a corporation, with all
five of us as stockholders. It took a little while
for my lawyer to get the idea of what we wanted,
what we were doing skated on the very edges of the
law and we didn't want him to officially know that
he was helping us organize a polygamy with
underage spouses.  Presently he got the idea,
after the shock wore off he put his heart into
helping us get organized.  He was very careful
that neither he nor we came out and said what we
were doing, and he had a ball writing the charter
and bylaws.

It took us a little while, but when we finished,
duties, responsibilities, privileges and methods
of separation were all laid out.  This left it so
the girls would be able to leave us and marry out
if they choose as they grew up, or become full
partners when they turned 18.  We found a house
that all of us liked and fitted our needs, and the
papers were to be signed the first of March.

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Chapter 12


About 10:00 am on the last Monday in February, my
phone rang.  "Good morning, Sam Johnson
Consulting."

"Mr. Johnson?"

"Speaking."

"This is Beverly Williams, director of the Woodrow
Smith Institute."

"Yes Ms. Williams, how may I be of service this
morning?"

"I need to speak with you about the Martin girls,
Jessie, Julie and Sally.  Could you possibly drop
by my office sometime in the next few days?"

My blood ran cold.  We must have gotten careless,
she must know or at least be suspicions about our
relationship.  "What seems to be the difficulty,
Ms. Williams?"

"I wouldn't call it a difficulty exactly.  As you
probably know, this school is structured
differently than most, with each student moving at
his or her own pace.

However, we try to have a schedule for each
student with milestones laid out for expected
progress and an overall plan for the next year,
what we expect them to be studying and when.  I
was reviewing the Martin twins' records and they
are not following our predictions at all.  You
seem to be involved, therefore I wish to consult
with you."

"Are they falling behind?"

 "No, no.  Quite the opposite.  In some areas they
 have moved far beyond our expectations.  And when
 I pulled Sally's records she is doing the
 same. Would tomorrow at 1:30 PM be convenient.
 It would be of great assistance to me to learn
 more about what you are teaching them and the
 methods you are using."

"Just a moment, let me check my calendar. ----
Yes, I am free tomorrow afternoon.  Where is your
office?  I know where the school is."

The next afternoon I was met at the entrance of
the school by a short, plump sixtyish lady with
silver hair, laugh wrinkles, a smile on her face
and a twinkle in her eyes.

She held out her hand and took mine with a firm
clasp.  "Mr. Johnson? I'm Beverly Williams.  The
Martin girls have spoken about you a great deal.
From their description, I would have expected you
to be rather taller and more handsome, but since I
applied the standard discount to their exuberance,
you fit my expectations very well.  You have made
quite an impression on them, I researched you, and
I find myself quite impressed as well.

Do you have any other commitments for the rest of
the afternoon, I would like to take you on a tour
of our school first. May I call you Sam?  Please
call me Beverly."

More than a bit overwhelmed by my reception, I
denied urgent commitments for the balance of the
afternoon, agree that Sam and Beverly would be
fine and followed in her wake.  We took a quick
tour of the school, there were about 150 kids
enrolled and 35 teachers and staff.  Beverly and a
secretary were the only full time administration,
and even she taught a little.
	
I found myself in her office an hour later,
sipping a cup of coffee.  "So, how can I be of
assistance to repair your schedule for the kids?"

"What I need to know is what have you and they
been studying together, and what are the methods
you have been using to teach them. Julie in
particular has moved so far beyond us in her
computer skills that we don't have a staff member
that feels competent to evaluate her."

We discussed what the girls and I had been doing,
my opinions and methods for research and my
evaluation of Julie.  "Julie is moving even with
me in pure programming skills.  She and I are
starting in on algorithm analysis, and since this
requires a lot of math, discreet math, statistics
and linear algebra.  Fortunately she already had a
firm background in geometry and trigonometry and
some calculus.  The next steps will be to start in
on system analysis, machine architecture and
program design."

"Beyond that, what I have been doing is to help
them learn to find answers on their own.  Helping
them research some of their questions has
broadened my knowledge noticeably, they don't seem
to come up with easy questions very often."

"As I said, I am quite impressed with you.  I
would like to offer you a job.", Beverly said.

"I have my consulting and writing business, I'm
doing quite well, and don't really want to give it
up."

"I want you as an instructor.  None of our
instructors are full time, one of the conditions
of employment is that you spend at least as much
time and energy on your business as you spend on
teaching.  We require our instructors to have real
world experience, and all of them must have
another job in a demanding profession.  The hours
can be made quite flexible so you will be able to
continue your out-of-town consulting, and the pay
will be about twice your current rate."

I sat there looking at her for a long moment.
"Just how thorough of an investigation did you
make on me?"

"I know about your difficulties 10 years ago, I
know that the only degree you have is an associate
of arts, but you have nearly 300 credit hours from
5 different universities, that you are considered
to be one of the top consultants in your field,
and have 8 books and numerous articles published.
I know what your gross and net income has been for
the last five years.  I also suspect that you have
entered into a polygamous relationship with Sarah,
Julie, Jessie and Sally - yep, I had that one
figured right."

At my look of shock she continued, "Sorry, I
should have sprung it on you more gently.  I don't
have to work by the same rules that public school
officials must, and I don't.  Your private life is
safe with me."

"In fact, polygamy is not unusual among the
families that our students come from.  Most of
them have parents that are very intelligent, and
many don't feel it necessary to follow customs
that they find inconvenient.  That I know of,
there are now five polygamys, six polyandrys,
fourteen families with same-sex parents, seven
group marriages and two that I haven't decided how
to name.  Yours is unusual only in having the kids
as part of the marriage rather than a product of
the marriage, but is far from the oddest I have
seen.

In this matter I neither approve nor condemn; I
observe with great interest.  The girls are happy,
growing and thriving, noticeably better than last
year.  Your family appears to be loving and
stable. What more can I ask for, many don't
achieve that much."

"I have my own research project on the subject,
and the only firm conclusion I have come to so far
is that kids from happy families with more than
one parent tend to do well.  There is a small
decrease in success for single parent families and
a large decrease in performance from children of
unstable, unhappy families."

"I would ask, as a favor that you might meet with
me as a family.  I would like to add you to my
study, to learn how you are structuring your
relationship, and may have suggestions or advice
on how to maintain long term stability."

"I will have to take that one under advisement.",
I said slowly, "I will inquire."

"Of course.  I would not expect you to make such a
decision for your family with out consulting
them."

I thought for a while.  "What would I be expected
to teach?"

"More or less what you are teaching Julie, Jessie
and Sally.  Computer science, mathematics and
science. Research and study.  Writing and
marketing interesting articles and readable
stories.  Respect for others and yourself.
Integrity, honesty and ethics.

Patience, wisdom and humor.  Laughter, love and
word-play.  Contract bridge and chess.

Eagerness to try new things.  Whatever you know
and are willing to teach."

"Our student/instructor relationship here tends to
be more apprentice/mentor than teacher/class.  We
will help you develop study plans for the students
until you learn our methods, but you are doing
very well now, you will do fine here."

Again I sat in silence for a while.  Beverly
waited calmly while I thought.

Finally I said, "It is tempting. I will need to
think about it for a while, and discuss it with my
family.  I will get back to you by the first of
next week.  How soon would you want me to start?"

"Whenever you like.  With our class structure it
can be next week, next month or next year.  It
will need to be a gradual transition anyway -
start out with a few students, then as you and
they become comfortable, add more."

Beverly continued, "And, would you consider
allowing us to add your library to our resources.
Sally and the twins speak highly of it.  This
would involve adding it to our catalog, then
having you bring books in as requested by the
students and faculty.  There are funds available
to pay for book maintenance, time and trouble.  If
you are willing to discuss it, I can send a
librarian to your office to catalog it, any time
you spend will be paid at your usual rates, then
with the catalog in hand we can discuss it
further."

"That one is easy.", I replied, "Have your
librarian call for an appointment and we can go
from there."

Beverly stood.  "Please consider my offer.  I
would like very much to add you to our staff, and
I believe that you will find it to be a rewarding
and enriching experience, as well as a significant
benefit to your cash flow."

I stood and held out my hand. We shook hands and I
said, "Well, you know how to get a consultant's
attention.  I will consider it carefully and call
soon."

That night, I related the interview to my harem.
Sarah was unsurprised at the job offer, Beverly
had asked her to visit the week before.  The girls
thought that having me as an official teacher
would be great and wanted to know when I was going
to start.

I thought long and hard about joining the
school. I reviewed my commitments, we discussed it
a couple more times and I had another long visit
at the school. When I called Beverly to accept her
offer, she had anticipated my answer and had three
students lined up to add to the three I already
had at home.  I complained to her about the
shortage of dumb blondes in my life.  She denied
being a blonde, now or ever, laughed at me and
suggested that I should quit complaining and get
down there and start to work. Monday I start as an
instructor.

The End.