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 ******************************************* Other stories in asstr.org/files/Authors/MrJenkins. 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. ********************************************* 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." ************************************************ 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. ************************************************* 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. ************************************************ 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. ************************************************** 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. ***************************************************** 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. **************************************************** 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. ************************************************ 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. *********************************************** 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.