{ASST} Sara {Mr_Ed} {Mg, cons, Mb, MF, rom} Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or purpose other than to entertain. It should not be read by any minor, for it is not intended as an instructional manual in sex. If the idea of underage sex bothers you, do not read any further. Sara by: Mr. Ed Help Required Sara's thirteenth birthday had been yesterday, and nobody noticed nor said anything to her. Mind you she did not have a great deal of time to pay it any mind for her days were too busy to bother with anything about herself. With the cooking for her mother, brothers and sister, she had to fit the laundry in between other activities, especially when she had to change the bed sheets for her mother after she had soiled them due to being unable to control her bowels. Had it not been for Delano, the next one to her and her biggest helper, she might not have been able to do everything she needed to so the family could keep going. At his age of eleven, he still spent a lot of time playing rather than helping around the yard. Breakfast had been particularly nice this morning as Delano had collected a hand of green bananas and some ackee yesterday and there was still some Milo left over to make a chocolate flavoured drink for everybody. Right now, though, Mommy was hunkered up in bed, holding her belly and groaning enough to disturb everybody. Sara could only wet a cloth and wipe her face off in an effort to make her feel a little better. The breakfast she had been so pleased about sat where she had put it for her mother, apparently untouched. In a way she was glad she had only given her one banana and just a single spoonful of ackee, otherwise it would have been a much greater waste, and that she could not afford. When she was able to get up, she would scrape it off for the yard foul. It had been nearly three months since her father had died and was buried. The only way they could afford to bury him was the volunteer work of some men in the area that dug the hole to put him in. In one way, it had been a relief since mother's failing health prevented her from contributing to his care and now there was one less sick person to care for. Sara had felt bad when her father died, but did not shed too many tears for he had always stayed apart from normal family life. He could only be expected to stay home consistently after he became ill. Even though he often asked for a drink of rum, there was no means of supplying him with one and now that demand was also gone. Leaving Mommy's side after she had stopped most of her groaning, Sara went outside and called for Delano. When he heard her call, Delano left off the chase of his brother, turned and ran up to her on the veranda. "Please keep an eye on Dwaine and Cassie for me? I'm going up to the brown man's house to see if he can help Mommy. She seems to be so much worse today," said Sara. With only a little grumbling, he agreed to do as asked. It was not too far to reach the brown man's house when you took the shortcut through the bushes, and she trotted over as quickly as she could. There was just so much she had to do around the yard, and this was just an interruption to her work, and something she wanted to get taken care of. A couple of minutes later, she was knocking on his back door. "Good morning, Mr. Burns," said Sara when he opened the door. "I'm sorry to trouble you, sir, but my Mommy is in a lot of pain this morning, and didn't even eat her breakfast. Is there anything you could do to help?" "I'm sorry to hear that, Sara," replied Mr. Burns. "Just let me turn off the stove, and we'll go and take a look. Okay?" He did not even give her a chance to reply as he was already taking care of the stove. Then he came out, locking the door as they left. "Let's take the car around in case we need to take her to the Doctor," he said, not expecting any answer. Minutes later, the car was parked in the front yard of Sara's home and he was following her into the house. The groaning had become quite loud again and even the younger children were beside her bed, watching their mother, but were unable to do anything to help. Mr. Burns did not take too long making an assessment of the situation and how severe it was. Within a couple of minutes, she was carried out to the car, the kids were all shuffled into the front seat and then they were driving out towards the main road. Hospital They had been sitting around the waiting room all morning, and now it was early in the afternoon. Between trying to keep control of her brothers and sister, Sara had been able to sit with Mr. Burns, and they had talked about things, particularly about what she had to do around the home to keep it going. Since she was not able to spend time talking to her mother anymore, he had become the only adult that seemed to care enough to listen to what she had to say. He had been kind and generous to Sara and her family, often being the only means of getting food and other things they needed. Sara had built up a high level of trust in the man, since anytime he gave them money, she would always carry back the change after buying what the money was for. Sara was always glad to do it, because she was always rewarded with a hug from Mr. Burns for being so reliable and trustworthy. It felt good to be hugged, and mother never did that since she had become so sick. A nurse and a doctor were talking just inside the door of the waiting room and looking in their direction. Then the nurse approached them, took Sara by the hand and said, "I would like to talk to you for a minute, dear. We can go into a room over here to talk. Okay?" Sara followed along as requested. "You're mother is very ill, Sara," said the nurse. "She will need to stay in the hospital for awhile. Are there any adults there to take care of you and your family?" "I can do that, miss," responded Sara. "I've been doing that for the longest time already. How long do you think it might take for her to get better?" "We don't know that right now," replied the nurse. "It might be quite awhile, though." "Then I guess it's time to get back to the yard and do what I have to. Dwaine and Cassie have not had lunch yet and are complaining about being hungry. There is so much I didn't do this morning, I don't know how I am going to get everything done today." "Well, if you will give me a minute or two, I am sure I can find some things around here that you can give them for lunch," said the nurse. "Oh, that would be wonderful, miss," declared Sara. "Thank you every so much!" Five minutes later, the nurse returned. She had a tray of some hospital type things and below hung a black bag. "Before you go, Sara, we would like to take a test from you to help us in treating your mother. Would that be alright?" "If it will help, sure," she said. Needles in the arm were not Sara's favourite things to happen, but she held still while the tube filled up with the dark red of her blood. She held the arm bent as told while the nurse showed her the contents of the black bag, holding enough bottles of drink and bags of snacks for everyone, including herself to have one. She was delighted, as that meant she could go on with the work and not have to bother preparing lunch. Not only that, the snacks were a rare treat for them, and the kids would be happy. When the bandage was put on the spot where the needle had been put in, she was free to return to her home. In the waiting room, she divvied up the goodies for lunch, and even had one for Mr. Burns, but without a drink. She told Mr. Burns that they were going to keep her mother in the hospital, and that they had told her she could go home now. She thanked him for helping so much, and apologized for being such a bother to him. "Now, Sara," he said with a stern look on his face. "Don't let me hear that kind of talk again. We are neighbours and friends. You need help right now as these are hard times for you and I am pleased to be able to help. You are not to be sorry for something that is not your fault. You hear?" Sara could not answer Mr. Burns, except for nodding her head up and down. The tears had broken through the barrier she normally had to hold them back and she could not even eat her snack right now. When Mr. Burns put his hands on her shoulders, she yielded herself to him, came into his hug while she tried not to wet up his clothes with her tears. It did feel good to be held by him and he had been so kind, not only today, but in the past. She clung herself to him, and enjoyed his hand rubbing her back. When the tears subsided, Mr. Burns told her she should finish her lunch before going into the car. She had no objections, for she was both hungry and thirsty. While she ate, she told Dwaine and Cassie how Mommy needed to stay in the hospital to get well. She told them how she needed their help around the yard, and that she wanted them to be especially good until Mommy came home. Five minutes later, they were on the way back to their yard. Back In The Yard Parking the car in the front yard, Mr. Burns came out with them, and told Sara he wanted to know what she had to do that day. "Nobody has bathed yet today, and it is already the afternoon," she started. "It is the day I normally do the sheets off Dwaine's bed, and his dirty clothes, and then there is supper to be cooked. I hope there is enough time for his sheets to dry as he needs to have them on the bed to be able to sleep on them tonight." "Would it be of help to you if I took the sheets and his clothes up to my house and washed them in my machine? It would make sure they are ready and dry for tonight," suggested Mr. Burns. "That would be wonderful!" declared Sara. "Thank you again, sir! Give me a minute to collect them. Okay?" "Go ahead, dear!" said Mr. Burns. It took her a couple of minutes, but she collected everything, and wrapped them all in his bed sheets. Returning to Mr. Burns, she handed him the bundle, and offered her last package of soap for him to use. He said he had more than enough soap and refused her package. Then he asked what she was going to make for supper. "We have some yam, chicken foot, soup mix and flour. It will make a nice soup for supper for everyone," she declared. Satisfied, he left with the bundle of clothes in the back seat. Return Visit Still at the table with the last little bit of their soup, Mr. Burns suddenly reappeared at the open door of their home. They had not heard a car, so they knew he must have walked through the short cut. He was carrying a duffel bag on one shoulder. Sara started to get up to greet him, but he told her to sit back down and finish her soup. He said he would wait. "There is still some left over, Mr. Burns," said Sara. "The chicken foot is done, but would you like to have some?" "That sounds delightful," he said. "May I come in and dish it up while you go ahead and finish?" "Sure!" declared Sara. He came in, setting the bag down just inside the door, and went over to the stove. Sara told him where to find a bowl and spoon, and he dished up some for himself. As he turned from the stove, Sara got up, declaring she had finished and he should sit there. With his first mouthful, he turned to Sara and said, "This is good! I had no idea you could cook such a nice soup!" Sara smiled and turned her face down and away, trying to hide her embarrassment. When the soup was done, he thanked her, got up and went over to his duffel bag. Opening it, he took out the neatly folded clothes and sheets, setting them on the foot of the nearby bed. The structure was a one room dwelling made out of boards, and you went from one room to the next by turning around. With her face lighting up, she checked over the clothes, and said to Mr. Burns, "Everything is so neat and clean. I don't think I have to iron anything here. Thank you, Mr. Burns. This is wonderful." "No problem, my dear," he replied. "Now in the morning, why don't we go into town and check on your mother?" "That would be great, Mr. Burns," replied Sara, "but I am sorry we are putting you to so much trouble." "Tell me what more you need to do today," instructed Mr. Burns. "Just bath the kids!" she declared. "Don't they bathe themselves?" he asked. "Not if they are to get clean," she explained. "All they want to do is get wet and play in the water." Turning to the kids she said, "Get your clothes off, and come bathe!" They obeyed almost immediately. She turned to Mr. Burns and said, "If you weren't here, they wouldn't be this good." Then she stood, and took off her own clothes, without any hint of being embarrassed in front of Mr. Burns. He watched in delight as they each had their turn to be soaped up and scrubbed, and then rinsed off with a bucket of water thrown over them. They each went inside, except little Cassie who still needed to be dried off. "Would you mind drying off Cassie, Mr. Burns?" she asked. "Then I can go ahead and bathe myself." He took up the only towel he saw, and little Cassie came over to him, standing there obediently as she was dried from top to bottom. When he reached towards her crotch, she spread her legs to allow him to dry there without even being asked. As he finished the little six year old, he looked over to see Sara struggling to reach her back. "May I help you with your back?" he asked. "Would you, please?" she said. Handing him the cloth, she turned to face away from him, and stood there while he scrubbed her back, right down to the top of her buttocks where he left off. She continued with the rest of herself when he returned the cloth, and he enjoyed watching her, even when she spread her legs apart to do her crotch. Then it was his turn again, as he took up the bucket of water that was already there, and poured it over her, washing away the soap that remained. He had to smile as a result of her sweet innocence and trust, and she returned his smile with one of her own. Then it was drying time, and again, he was asked to dry off her back. He was quite willing, and she stood there while he did her back, and then each of her arms. Returning the towel to her, he watched while she finished the job. "Is that everything you need to worry about tonight?" he asked. "Yes sir! All I have to do now is get everybody into bed." "Are you going to be alright here alone tonight?" he asked. "We have each other, and we will be fine, thank you, sir!" "Then I am on my way to my place while there is still enough light to see by. Good night, Sara. I'll see you in the morning." "Good night, Sir!" she said as he headed down the shortcut. Then she turned to go and get on her nightgown. Unexplained Absence Mr. Burns did not come by the next morning. By the middle of the morning, Sara went over to his house, but he did not answer the door. She came back to her yard, wondering if something had happened to him, and what she could do. No answer came to mind. It was almost noon when they heard a car coming down the road towards their house. A second car followed immediately behind. The first, to Sara's relief, was Mr. Burns, while the second was a lady in fancy clothes that made Sara think of a teacher or a business lady, like she had seen downtown when they went there. "Good morning, Sara," said Mr. Burns as he got out of the car. Sara immediately ran over to him and threw her arms around him. "I was so worried something bad had happened to you, Mr. Burns," she declared. "I am so happy to see that you are alright." "Sara, I would like you to meet Miss Needham, from social services. She has something to speak to you about. Delano, you stay with Sara, and I will take Dwaine and Cassie over there for a little talk." Mr. Burns watched while Miss Needham spoke to Sara and Delano. When Sara bent down as if her knees would not hold her, he knew the news had been delivered. Then she was running across the yard and straight up into his arms. "Why, Daddy?" she asked. "What are we going to do?" Fear had her in its grip, and he hugged her close, whispering to her about everything would work out. Delano walked over slowly, like he had been beaten and had no heart to move any faster. When he came close, Mr. Burns reached out and took him in a one arm hug while he continued to hold Sara in his other arm. Then the dam broke in Delano, and his tears poured out. They had just learned that their mother died early this morning. The other two children were frightened by the upset they saw in their big sister and brother, and they too were crying, not knowing what the original problem was. "It was Delano that finally spit out to them that Mommy died, and they didn't have anyone to take care of them." Fortunately that was enough to reach past Sara's distress, and she said, "You don't think I can take care of you? I've been caring for you all along, and you seem to be doing okay!" "I know, Sara," he said. "you have been real good. Will you still take care of us?" "You're damn right I will," declared Sara. "We will be just fine, and I'll bet Mr. Burns will even help us when he has time. He has been so good to us until now, and . . ." The tears took over again, preventing her from finishing. Turning her tear covered face towards their friend, Sara asked, "May we ask for your help once in awhile, Mr. Burns? We don't want to bother you, but . . ." This time it was Mr. Burns that stopped her, saying, "You know I will be whatever help I can be anytime you need it. But Miss Needham has something more to talk to you about. You should listen to what she has to say." "Yes, Daddy," said Sara. "That's twice I heard you call Mr. Burns, 'Daddy', Sara," said Miss Needham. "Is that how you feel about him?" "Oh, Mr. Burns," said Sara. "I'm so sorry, sir. I think of you like a Daddy, and I pretend sometimes that you are my Daddy. I didn't mean to insult you, sir! I'm sorry!" "Insult me?" said Mr. Burns. "That is the biggest compliment you could give me, and I am very flattered. You have no reason to be sorry for that, my dear Sara! If it was up to me, you would call me that all the time. I wish you, Delano, Dwight and Cassie were my children." When Sara heard that, her face brightened considerably, and then she wrapped herself around him, saying, "Oh, Daddy! Thank you! I love you, Daddy! I love you!" The interchange had been enough to help the two younger children from reacting to the news of their mother's death. Even though they called her Sara, they were much closer to Sara than their own mother, for it was Sara that had taken care of them for as long as they could remember. Miss Needham took Sara from Mr. Burns, and took her out into the yard a few feet. Then she could be heard, saying, "There is every reason to believe I could get some people that will take care of you and your brothers and sister. You are too young to be caring for yourselves, and deserve a better chance than that." "Would they come to live here?" Sara asked. "No, you would have to go to wherever they lived, and if we are lucky, maybe one or two of you could go to the same place," said Miss Needham. Sara stepped back from her, shouting, "Go different places? No way, miss! We will stay together, and I will take care of them. This is our home!" "But there are so many things that can happen to you without proper adult supervision!" declared the social worker. "We have Daddy, and he can supervise us! He is a wonderful man, and is so kind. We can't go to different places, with people we don't know. We would just run away, and come back home. This is where we belong!" "Okay, Sara!" said Miss Needham. "Please calm down. Let me talk to Mr. Burns for awhile, and we will try and work out something for you. Okay?" "We trust Mr. Burns," said Sara. "Okay!" The two adults talked for a long time, well beyond an hour. Sara went about doing what she had to do in the home that day, and put the other children to help in their own little ways. She was in charge, and they knew it, responding to her as if she was their mother. Lunch was made from a tin of tuna and some bread, and the adults refused the pieces made for them. She cut those into four, and then shared the pieces amongst the kids and herself. Finally, Miss Needham said to Mr. Burns, "Our system is not too sophisticated, and many cases slip through the cracks because of it and because we are so busy. Since you are willing, and have the resources, I will let this situation slip through the cracks until I hear from any one of you that it is not working out. In addition, I might be able to get some help for you with the school fees and books, even if it is only for the first year. That might be a little difficult, but I will try. Is that acceptable to you?" "Very, Miss Needham!" declared Mr. Burns. "Thank you for caring enough to understand, and I will do my best with them. They really are good children, and don't deserve less." To Sara's relief, Miss Needham was heading towards her car, escorted by Mr. Burns. She stopped before she sat down in the car and said to Sara, "If you ever need me, Sara, you may call the number on this card, and I will try and help." Sara walked over and accepted the card from the lady. Then she was in her car and driving away. Changing Circumstances "You must have fixed things up for us, Daddy," said Sara to Mr. Burns. "Sort of," he replied. "Let's go sit down at the table and talk amongst ourselves." As they headed inside, the other children were called in, and came running. "What has happened is very tragic, and according to the laws in this country, you children should be sent to live in foster homes. Miss Needham is a very kind lady, and is willing to not do that as long as we are able to work together like a family. Do you think we could work together so she does not need to take you guys away?" There were very definite declarations that they would be good, and do everything they could to stay together. "Are you going to be living here, Mr. Burns?" asked Delano. "Let me answer that in a moment, Delano," he said. "First, we are likely to become much closer to each other, and you should be able to call me Uncle Bruce, or Daddy, whichever you feel best about." "Can I really call you Daddy?" asked Cassie. "You certainly may, if you want to Cassie," he stated. "I pick Daddy, too," declared Dwaine. "Do you mind if I call you Uncle Bruce outside the yard, and Daddy when we are home?" asked Delano. "I'm just not sure, yet." "That would be fine, Delano. I do not want to force you into anything you don't feel comfortable about. Is it a deal then?" he asked as he extended his hand. Delano took his hand, shook it, and then let it go. His arms were wrapped around Bruce's neck, and he was holding him as tightly as Sara had. "You are already Daddy to me!" declared Sara. "The next thing is, how would you guys like to come and live up in my house. It is large enough so you would have bedrooms, a separate kitchen, a room to watch TV in, and bathrooms." "You have a TV?" asked Delano. "Of course I do. I forgot, you don't have one here, do you?" he said. "Yes, Delano, you would all be able to watch television, but there would be some restrictions." "What kind of restrictions?" asked Dwaine. "It goes off at bedtime. You can't watch it all day long. Things like that," explained Bruce. "It sounds like heaven, Daddy," declared Dwaine. Cassie just got up from where she was sitting, and climbed up on his lap, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. "I'm sorry Mommy died," stated Sara, "but I am kind of glad, too. It sounds like things will be so much better for us; it is like we are living in a dream. Do you know why she died?" "She died of Aids, Sara. That is why they took the blood sample from you in the hospital. They wanted to check to see if you had got it from your mother. Your test turned out negative, which means you are fine. "So when are we going to start living at your house?" asked Sara. "If everyone agrees, we can take a few things and go there now. We should take any food stuff you have here, and then we can make more trips after you see the place. The bed will need to move as well, so that you guys will have a place to sleep tonight." On instructions from Sara, Delano headed outside to find a few empty grain sacks to pack the food into and then raided the cupboards and the fridge, taking out everything except the two bottles of beer that their mother had left. These things were put into the back of the car and then they drove around to see their new home. House Inspection Everyone carried something from the back of the car as they headed towards the back door of the house. Once Daddy opened the door, they stepped inside, and Sara almost dropped what she was carrying. Both her hands went up to her mouth as she saw the kitchen, the beautiful white fridge and stove, the counters and cupboards. She had only seen something like this in pictures and they were only a dream, they simply could not exist in reality; but there it was, just like a picture. Slowly she walked around the kitchen, touching each of the things, and admiring how beautiful everything looked. Walking up behind her, Bruce put his hands on her shoulders. She spun around at his touch, looked straight at him and wrapped his neck in her arms. "It is so beautiful, Daddy! Is it real? Is this your kitchen?" "No darling, it is not my kitchen," he said to her surprise. "It is OUR kitchen, for this is a part of your home now!" "It is so beautiful, Daddy!" she reiterated. "What is this, Daddy?" asked Delano. "That is the dish washer, son!" he answered. Bruce had noted the term 'Daddy' and called him 'son' very deliberately. "Here, let me show you. My dishes from yesterday are still in there." Opening the door, they looked inside to see spotlessly clean dishes. Pulling out the silverware basket, he stepped over and proceeded to return them to the proper place for each type, with four heads peering around to watch. Returning the empty basket, he then removed and stacked up the dinner plates, and other items. These he opened various cupboard doors to return them to their proper place. Finally he took out the glasses and cups, and put them back in the proper places, and closed the dish washer door. "Am I allowed to come in here and cook?" asked Sara. "I'm so afraid of messing up something." "If you mess it up, then it can be cleaned up. Of course you may come in here and do whatever you would do in a kitchen. This is your home!" Going over to the refrigerator, she opened the door and looked inside. When she finished looking over everything, she closed the door, and opened the little one beside it. She recognized it for what it was a freezer; full of all sorts of things she could not identify. When she closed the door, she looked at something that was recessed into the freezer door, but could not make out what it was for. Bruce was watching, took a glass from the cupboard, pushed it under the slot and some ice cubes dropped into the glass. Then he put it under the other thing that came out at the top, and the glass filled with water. Handing it to Sara, she took a sip, and then a big drink. Passing the glass to Delano, he also took a drink, and realized he had finished it without sharing any with Dwaine or Cassie. Bruce took the glass, and refilled it, passed it to Dwaine for him to have a drink. Dwaine shared his glass with Cassie. Before leaving the kitchen, the things that needed to go in the fridge from their place were added to what was already in the fridge. Then they returned to the car, went back to the other place and looked at it from a new perspective. It didn't look quite so inviting this time. With directions from Bruce, and guidance from Sara, each collected their clothes from their own drawer and some of the clothes on hangers behind the screen. That left the dresser and behind the screen virtually empty. Black plastic bags were used to hold them in and they were removed to the back of the car. From the inside again, they worked together to remove the big bed, since it was big enough to hold all of them. It came out in two pieces, with the mattress put on the roof top first, and then the base was added on top of that. Bruce tied them down firmly, and everyone climbed into the car for the return to their new place. When the two front doors were opened, work stopped again. Bruce watched as they slipped inside and began looking around what they saw. There were many other doors leading off from the entrance, but they were looking at the polished tile floor, the immense chandelier that hung in the centre, and the curving staircase that led to the upstairs. The ceiling was way above their heads, since it was over two floors high. All around the entrance were various plants, flowers and other things all designed to make it look so impressive and beautiful. "Come on, guys," said Bruce. "We need to get these things in and upstairs." With everyone helping, even little Cassie, the bed was taken upstairs and then into one of the rooms behind the many doors that were there. This room, however, did not have anything in it, except the bed they carried in. "We will see about what we need for you guys in the next few days, but can you make do with this for now?" asked Bruce. "This is super, Daddy," declared Sara. "We will be just fine. No! Better than fine! This is great and we all thank you, Daddy." Sara set the example by throwing herself around Daddy, and each of the others followed suit, little Cassie taking possession of one of his legs. "Enough, guys! Now back to the car, bring your clothes and other things. Delano, will you make sure the car is locked when everything is out, son?" "Yes, sir!" replied Delano, obviously pleased such trust was being placed in him. When everything had been brought in and those on hangers hung in the closet, and their plastic bags of clothes set on some chairs that Daddy had brought into the room, he said it was getting late, and time for them to bathe. Following behind Daddy, they were shown to the bathroom, and again stared in wonder. The toilet, the sink and the bathtub were all sparkling white, and there was a large mirror on the wall behind the counter that held the sink. They had never imagined this would be a place to bathe. Turning on the water, Daddy suggested they had better get their clothes off or they would be put in the shower with them still on. Everyone giggled and stripped before the four climbed in under the stream of warm water as it washed over them. Bruce sat on the closed toilet seat cover, and watched the proceedings, providing them clothes and towels as they were required. Their laughter and little cavorting around made him feel good, and that he was allowed to be there made him feel privileged. When everyone was finished, they realized they had not brought their bed clothes with them, and were told to get back to the room and find them. Three of them emerged in shorts, but the fourth, Sara, came out still naked. "I forgot to take up my nightgown," she stated. "Let me see if I can find something in my room then," said Bruce. As he headed towards his room, he felt Sara's hand slip into his, which he accepted without question. The others followed along, wondering about where he slept. Entering his bedroom, Sara came to an abrupt halt, and her hand slipped out of his. Again they were staring around the room, finding it outside their normal terms of reference. The bed was larger than any they had ever seen before, with a fancy headboard and posts at each corner. It had not been made, and the covers were turned back from when he had received the call from the hospital. The sheets and the pillows were matching white with a faint blue pattern, and the pillows were larger than any they had ever seen. On each side of the bed was a table with drawers underneath, lamps on each and a telephone on one. Around the rest of the room were other furniture, including a desk, a dresser, and a wardrobe, all of them matching each other, and similar to the headboard and side tables. On the floor was a soft carpet from one wall to the next, and another rug could be seen under the bed and extending out both sides as well as from the foot of the bed. Daddy went to his dresser and opened a drawer. From there he found a white pullover shirt which he brought over to Sara. He slipped it over her head, helped her put her arms through the sleeves, and then slipped it down over her nakedness. Sara looked down at it, and rubbed the soft smoothness of the fabric, looked up at the man and once again embraced him. "It is so beautiful, Daddy," she said quietly in his ear. "Thank you." "Everything is so beautiful," said Delano. "Yet it looks so plain from the outside." "You have discovered one of my secrets, son," said Bruce. "I am going to ask all of you to not talk about the inside of the house with anyone outside. By having the house look plain, it is not so likely for someone to want to try and break in and steal things. But inside, I like to have my home comfortable and nice. Do you understand?" He received a chorus of assurances that it was to be their secret, and that they would never tell anybody. "I am sorry to trouble you, Daddy," said Sara, "but I am feeling a little hungry. We've not had any supper yet, and I would like to make something for us. Would that be alright?" "It happens that that was the next thing I intended to deal with. Why don't we work together to see what we can find to eat? Is anybody else hungry?" Supper With A Surprise Bruce collected what he needed from about the kitchen, and had Sara put plates, knives and forks on the kitchen table, while he put things into dishes. When he put one of the dishes into the microwave, he had all the kids standing around watching. When he took it out a couple of minutes later, the steam was rising from the dish, and there was an undercurrent of chatter amongst the four children. They had never seen anything like that before, and so very fast. When they were sitting around the table, eating the still hot food, it was like they were eating ice cream, and relishing each mouthful. After the meal was finished, they thought, Bruce got up and went to the fridge, taking out a box and setting it on the counter. While he worked on it, he said to Sara, "I learned from Delano that you had a birthday the other day, Sara, and nobody said anything to you. Well, birthdays are important events in our home, and you deserve to have your birthday recognized." When he turned back to face the table, he was holding a big chocolate cake, with thirteen candles burning on top of it. As he walked towards the table slowly, he began singing 'Happy Birthday' to Sara, and all the other kids joined in. Sara sat there and fought to hold back the tears, without the greatest success. Nobody had ever treated her like this! After the cake had been set before her, she was able to blow out the candles and have her hand guided inside Daddy's big hand while she made the first cut. Then she could wait no longer and again wrapped herself around this man she loved more than any other person she had ever known, even more than her own mother and father. With her emotion running so deep, Bruce ended up carrying her over to the kitchen counter, and she was set down while he talked quietly with her, helping her regain control over her emotions. When he could see she was recovering, he finally said, "You are making your brothers and sister look at that cake, and not letting them taste it. Let's go get some cake for everybody!" She nodded and accepted his hands under her arm pits to lift her down off the counter and set her onto the floor. Treats like a cake were not very often experienced by any of the children, and one that was pure chocolate was unheard of in their experience. When they were offered seconds, it was like a dream come true, for there was never enough for them to have another of anything before. When Daddy put out a glass for each and filled it with milk, it was heaven come to earth, as each wore a white mustache, and each teasing the other for it, all sharing another thing that seldom happened...laughter. Under directions from Daddy, each took up their dirty dishes, and placed them into the dishwasher, but all were disappointed when Daddy did not turn it on, but left the kitchen, turning out the light along the way. Their disappointment soon vanished when they entered the living room, and saw the television. When it was turned on, they all scrambled to find a place to sit on the floor to watch this wonderful thing, not even caring what was on. Bruce sat back into his normal easy chair and changed the channel until he found a program he felt was appropriate for the children. Then he sat back and watched them as they enjoyed the program. It took Sara a couple of minutes to realize she was missing an opportunity, and she got up, came over to Daddy, and sat down on his lap. "Thank you so much for knowing about my birthday, and the cake and everything, Daddy," she said quietly to him. "You have made me so happy!" Leaning up, she placed a kiss on his lips, and then rested her head against his shoulder and pressed up against his neck. When his hands were holding her, her contentment was complete. While they enjoyed the program, Cassie got up from her place on the floor, came up beside Bruce's chair and said, "Is there room for me up there, Daddy?" Moments later, she was sitting on his other leg, her back resting against his chest, and his arm wrapped around her middle. As the show continued, Bruce felt a tickle and looked down to see Cassie running her hands over his arms, and the back of his hand. He smiled, leaned forward and placed a kiss on the top of her head, receiving a glance and a smile in response. This felt right to him, and it was the best he had felt for a long time. When the program was finished, Bruce freed his hand from around Cassie, took up the remote control from the table beside him and turned off the television, smiling at the chorus of groans from three of the children. Everyone was directed upstairs to their bedroom, and all followed obediently. The bed was bigger than the one they were used to sleeping on, and they were all able to fit in easily, even when they left a space for Sara. "Aren't you coming, Sara?" asked Dwaine. "I want to talk to Daddy for a few minutes first," she replied. "I'll be here soon, so you just rest until I come, okay?" They complained, but still looked upon Sara as the voice of authority, and cooperated. "I've changed my mind, Daddy," said Delano. "About what?" he asked. "I don't want to call you Uncle Bruce anytime. I want to call you Daddy all the time. Is that okay?" "That is perfectly fine, and I will be proud for you to call me Daddy!" declared Bruce as he sat down on the bedside and took him up into a welcomed embrace. Each of the others then had to get a hug and a kiss from Daddy before they lay back down on the bed. Leaving the room with Sara's hand held in his, Bruce called 'goodnight' from the door, and left the room. Explanation Outside in the hallway, Bruce turned to Sara, and asked, "Now what is it you wish to talk to me about?" "Are we really going to live with you in your beautiful house, and have our own room and be able to watch television and everything?" "We are being tested right now, Sara," explained Bruce. "If everything works out, and Miss Needham is satisfied nothing is wrong, then you will be allowed to stay here." "What could be wrong?" asked Sara. "Men living alone don't usually have young children living with them. She has to worry about any of you being abused in any way, or if you have problems adjusting to a new home, and that you are being cared for properly. Attending school regularly will be important when the schools reopen, and all that kind of thing." As they talked, Bruce led Sara back downstairs, and eventually into sitting in the living room with him. He was back in his normal easy chair, and she sat on the floor at his feet. "I know you are too kind to ever beat us unless we deserved it," said Sara. "Is that what she means when she says abuse?" "Beatings would be one kind of abuse, but there is another kind. Many men seem to like taking advantage of a child and abuse them sexually. That is her biggest concern. For example, you are now thirteen years old, and becoming a young woman. You should never take your clothes off in front of me, to bathe or for any other reason. And you should not be sitting there like you are right now, allowing me to see your naked crotch." Sara looked down at herself to see her legs were spread apart, and immediately turned them down to rest her knees on the floor. "I don't care if you see me, but if that would mean we couldn't live here, I will try to be good and not show you," she said. "It is very nice to see a pretty girl like you, Sara, but it is not correct. Yes, it is something you need to be careful about, and you should try very hard to not show me, especially if the other children are around. They just might say something, or report it to Miss Needham, and she would take you away at the same time, and likely have me arrested." "Oh, Daddy! That can never happen. We are so happy to be here with you, and I will do everything I can to make things right. Tomorrow, I will make breakfast, and lunch and dinner, and if you show me how to work it, I will wash the dishes, and put them away and do everything I can do." "I already love you, Sara, and none of that will be necessary. My housekeeper will be here tomorrow, and I am going to ask her for some more time so she can cook and take care of the house. You are a little girl, and you have been turned into being an adult far too soon. It is time you began to enjoy being a little girl again for whatever amount of time you can. Doing all those things is not necessary for you to please me. I am already very pleased with you, and all you need to worry about is being a little girl again." "You make it sound so wonderful, Daddy. Am I really going to go back to school? It has been awhile since I last went, since I have had to take care of everything in the yard. I used to get good marks before, but I will be way behind if I do go back." "Yes, Sara, you will be going back to school, and that will be the thing that you must put first in your life. You will need to work hard, and catch up your studies. In the next few days, I will see if I can find a teacher that would like to give you some extra help, and get you caught up to where you should be. Would you be willing to start school work at home before school starts up again?" "If that could happen, I would work very hard, and catch up as fast as I can. Do you think a teacher might be willing to help me like that?" "I would pay her for her time, of course," said Daddy. "We couldn't expect her to give you her time for free. Do you think the others would be willing to do school work at the same time?" "I know they would. Every time they came home, they would show me their books, and be so proud of getting a good grade on something or other. When there was no money for them to go to school, they were always sad. If I was the only one to be taught, they would sit and listen to the teacher, and even try to do the work I would be doing." "Then I will try and get a teacher to work with the four of you. All of you deserve the best chance you can get and that I can give you." Once again, Sara got up and wrapped herself around her new Daddy, placing a warm affectionate kiss directly on his mouth. "The kids are asleep, and nobody is around, Daddy. I want to kiss you and feel you holding me, because I am your little girl, and love you so much. You do anything you want to me, and it will be our secret." Again she kissed him, and this time it was not a little girl kissing, but a young woman filled with passion for the man that was holding her. Bruce took advantage of her, returning the kisses, and running his hand under the polo shirt and over her bare buttocks. It did feel nice, and he was completely aroused by the warmth and passion from this little girl. Suddenly he put a stop to it all. "This is what can not be!" he said, and placed a slap across her buttocks. "Now you get up there, and get yourself into bed. I will see you in the morning." "Good night, Daddy!" she said. "But I don't know what you are talking about. We didn't do anything!" she said with a grin spread across her face. Then as he raised his hand to put another smack across her butt, she took off before he could connect and threw him a kiss on the way out. Daddy kissed the air back to her, and she was gone. Housekeeping Arrangements The next day, the housekeeper arrived at the usual time, only to find herself engaged in a conversation with Mr. Burns. He told her about the changing circumstances, and those of the children. When he asked if she could help him manage the household by preparing meals, taking care of the laundry, and being paid a new rate of pay, she was ecstatic and willing. She had no real obligations in her own yard, being separated from her man, and having only grown children. When it was mentioned, she declined the suggestion to have quarters in his house, as she felt having her own yard was very important to her, so would work each day, and return to her yard each evening. Bruce questioned what she meant by each day. It turned out she expected to be there seven days per week, and only taking time off when she needed it for personal business. He was very grateful, and said that was far beyond anything he would ask of her. "Now see here, Mr. Burns," she declared. "You have been so nice to me, and it has been so nice taking care of your house for you. Now you are being so kind to four children that are not even yours. What a nice balance that will make for me, being able to help you in whatever way I can. A little mothering will not hurt them, and might ease the burden on you. Not only that, you have been so generous in how much you pay me, and now given me a big raise. Don't you trouble yourself about it, for it will be such a pleasure being here for you." "Thank you, Mrs. Karen Grey! You do ease the concerns I have had, and you bring the bonus of being such a damn good cook, and a caring person. Now how about an introduction to the children?" "Please don't embarrass me like that anymore, and I would love to meet the children," she said with a smile and a mouthed 'thank you'. During the introductions, Mrs. Grey turned into Ms. Karen, and each child received a hug, and a warning that she didn't put up with any nonsense. They all understood, and expressed no objections. Teaching Arrangements "Now children," said Daddy, "I am going to leave you here with Ms. Karen. I am going out to see if I could find a teacher that could help you catch up with all the school you have missed, and give you extra help when you go back to school. So I need all of you to behave yourselves, and maybe you could take a trip through the shortcut and get some things that you can carry to bring back here. What do you say?" They barely had time to say it was okay before they were off through the door and gone down the path to their old place. Mrs. Grey stopped him however, saying, "If you are looking for a school teacher, I know of a very good one, and I am sure she would love to earn a little extra cash. When my kids were in her class, she was very good with the children, and got their best reports that year." Bruce said that that would be a good start, and asked how he might find her. The house was just down the road from him, less than a quarter mile, and an easy walk. So walk is what he did. Arriving at her gate, he called out, "Miss Chambers," and waited. Moments later she was on her veranda, and replying. "Good morning, Miss Chambers. I am Bruce Burns from the house just down the road." "I know who you are Mr. Burns. What brings you to see me? Is there some sort of problem?" "Mrs. Grey suggested I should speak with you about the possibility of you teaching my newly acquired children, and getting them up to speed." "Then please come in, Mr. Burns. Let me get some lemonade and then we can talk." When she returned with the lemonade, they sat outside on the shaded veranda, enjoying the delightful breeze that passed through it. "You probably have heard that the mother of four children died a couple of days ago. They have ended up coming to live with me, and I am in definite need of help. Mrs. Grey has agreed, fortunately, to provide housekeeping help and maintenance for them, but they have been neglectful of their schooling, probably through no fault of their own. All of them express a keen interest in extra lessons, and I was wondering about your level of expertise, and if you would be interested in helping them catch up on their work?" "You come here, Mr. Burns, to ask me if I would be interested in helping children that want to learn, that I planned to go and see to find out if they would come to my home so I could teach them, and you are offering to pay me? Yes, Mr. Burns, I am interested. I am currently teaching grade six at the school where they used to attend once in awhile, but I am qualified to teach at the University, being a professor in English Language and Literature. Each one is a good student, and they know me, I'm sure. This is like you have just given me a wonderful gift, and I hope I can meet your requirements and get the job." "I can tell your enthusiasm from your meandering comments, born out of excitement. I don't need to see your qualifications, for I already have in the way you speak, with such enthusiasm, and yet dignity. The only issues, would be, that I would like the lessons to be up at my house, and the rate of pay you would require for how many hours per day." "Thank you for those compliments. You are right, my excitement did come through in a mix of subjects and the failure to structure my paragraphs. There are very few in Jamaica that would have caught up on that, so my compliments to you." "As to the hours of work, I suggest you allow me to vary that in accordance with where I find the children to be at, and how quickly they assimilate new material. With them taking breaks, most children their age can manage five hours of good learning time per day maximum. It, therefore, should be no longer than that, and perhaps less on the not so productive days." "Finally, as to a rate of pay, I have heard how fair and considerate you are, and therefore I would be willing to leave that up to you. My personal needs do require a few extra dollars to contribute towards my electric power bill so if I earned a little bit each week towards it, my spare time would be used productively and enjoyably, and help me meet a problematic utility bill." "Then may I take a look at your electric power bill?" asked Mr. Burns. Moments later she had returned from the house, and he was handed the bill. "As you can see, I have been falling short, especially when my teachers income stops during the summer months. I never can seem to get caught up," she explained. "Then here is what I propose," said Mr. Burns. "Let me take this bill, and it will be paid later today. Every time you get a bill, you pass it to me, and I will pay it for you. Would you consider that fair?" "No I would not, Sir!" she declared. "That is far too much and unfair to you!" "Good!" declared Mr. Burns. "Then it is settled, for those are my terms. Now when can you start?" "As soon as I can lock up and walk the distance to your house," she said. "Tell me the ages of the children again, so I can bring the right books." "Thirteen, eleven, eight and six." "Cassandra is six already?" she asked. "Who is Cassandra? Oh, you mean Cassie. That is the first time I have heard her proper name. How delightful!" Miss Chambers excused herself, went inside to return five minutes later with a number of books, pens, pencils, writing books, erasers, sharpeners, two geometry sets and a bag to pack them all in. Mr. Burns took on that task, while she returned to lock up her home. On the way down the road, Mr. Burns turned to Miss Chambers, and said, "There are times for formality, but I have a preference to be known as Bruce. Would you mind?" "Only if I could become known as Linda," she replied. They shook hands and continued on down the road. As they approached the house, Sara could be heard calling out from around the side, "Miss Chambers!" as she bounded across the lawn towards them. "I was praying it might be you. I am so happy to see you again. Are you going to be teaching us? Please, Miss Chambers?" "Yes, Sara, I will be your teacher, and don't you think all this soft hearted stuff will mean you get away with any less work!" she said with a smile. "Yes, miss!" replied Sara politely. "Besides, I would never try to get out of any work and am anxious to begin." "Then I believe Mr. Burns when he tells me you were keen on it, and we need to get started." Sara turned to Bruce, and said, "You are the most wonderful Daddy anybody could ever have. Thank you so much, and I know we will make you proud of us." Then she wrapped herself around him once again, and he had to wipe away a few tears that escaped as he let her out of the embrace. "I can see the children have become close to you already, Mr. Burns. Do they all call you Daddy?" she asked. "Every one," answered Sara. "Sorry! I was out of line, but he is the best Daddy, Miss Chambers. Even the boys think he is the greatest, and have never been so happy!" To confirm her statements, the two boys and little Cassie came up the path from their old house, and ran over to Daddy, and Miss Chambers. "Is Miss Chambers going to be our teacher, Daddy," asked Delano. "Is she?" repeated Dwaine. "Not if you don't learn some manners, and say good morning." "Good morning, Miss Chambers," came the three small voices in chorus. "Good morning, children. Now go and collect those things you dropped, do what you need to do with them and let's find out where we are going to have the lessons." A Place To Learn Bruce guided them into the study, and upon opening the door, Linda was the first one to stop and stare in wonder. Each of the children stared as well, for all the walls were lined with books, from floor to ceiling. It was a bigger collection than they had seen even in the local library. "These are all yours, Bruce?" asked Linda. He answered with a smile and a nod. "How wonderful! I see encyclopedia sets, reference books, all kinds of dictionaries, novels, business reference books, computer manuals, medical texts, the complete works of Winston Churchill, and Shakespeare; is there anything you don't have? I've not seen this since the University library." "As you well know, this is a very small collection compared to some and to what is available. For the most part, however, it is able to meet my needs and curiosity. Now, I would like to speak to every one here, for there is one thing that is very important to me. Any and every book is a thing to be revered. I do not like to see torn pages, dog eared pages, any markings inside books that were not there when they were published. In other words, you may use any of these books, but I want them treated VERY well. May I hear from each of you that you understand and agree?" Each of the children in turn made their promise to treat the books very well, and not to damage them in any way. Even Linda made the same promise, and thanked him that she might be able to look at them. "You may look at them take a novel home while you read it, as long as you return it when you are finished. Now the reference books, I seem to be into often, so they should remain here, but any of Shakespeare's works, etc., you are more then welcome to borrow." "If you are not careful, Mr. Bruce Burns, you are going to make me take up the children's habits, of giving you hugs for being so nice. God bless you!" she declared as she gave him a little hug. "There is one more matter," said Bruce. "The computer over there at that desk is mine, and is not for any of you to use. As soon as I can, I will move two other computers into this room for you to work on. In the mean time, you will have to just make do with paper and pencils. Okay?" When he looked at them, five faces stared back at him, most with their mouths open. It was Linda that broke the silence, saying, "You are going to give the children computers to learn and work on? You never said that when you asked me. Now I feel like I should be paying you for the privilege of teaching these children in this wonderful environment and with the promise of computers as well. May God bless you with what you deserve for blessing these children, and me, with such wonders." "Some kind of man, isn't he?" came the voice of Mrs. Grey from behind him. "Taking in these four children, winning over their hearts so quickly, arranging to have them fed and clothed properly, and getting them help in learning so they can catch up in their schooling. Please excuse the disrespect, sir, but yep! You're some kind of man!" "Well now, thank you ladies, but right now, before you embarrass me any more, I have some shopping to do downtown, so if you will excuse me, I will leave you with the children." He left the room to the voices of the children calling out to him, "Good bye, Daddy" along with Delano's "Drive safe, Dad!" He answered with a wave of his hand and disappeared into the garage. Return Home When Bruce returned home a few hours later, he was being followed by a box truck, carrying his purchases. There in the driveway was a car which he recognized immediately as the one Miss Needham had driven on her previous visit. He found he was apprehensive, and considered the possibility that she had run into a problem with the case and would be unable to overlook the circumstances of him being an unattached male, and not suitable to foster the children. Indicating the men should wait, he ran into the house, and found everyone in the study. "Is there a problem?" he asked. "Only that I am far too old to be adopted by you, Mr. Burns," replied Miss Needham. "What you have done for the children is beyond words, and you have my deepest gratitude. They can't stop telling me about all the wonders you have brought them, and these ladies seem to think you are the best thing since Jesus walked the earth. No sir! There is no problem here!" "Then may I introduce a small one?" he asked. "May I borrow your car keys so I can move your car a few feet to let a delivery truck come up to the front door?" "You may borrow my keys, or I would be happy to move out of its way," replied Miss Needham. "But I would like to stay a little longer, if you don't mind, Mr. Burns." She moved her own car, while Bruce removed his from in the way. Then the truck came up to the front door, and started unloading beds. Four single beds came into the house, along with some small ladders, and pieces of wood, then dressers followed, and desks, some rugs, lamps and a few boxes of unexplained items. Once everything was inside the entrance, Bruce showed them two doors upstairs, saying the one on the right was the girl's, and the left was the boy's. He offered no other explanation, and the men proceeded to carry the things upstairs, and into the two rooms he had identified. It took them almost an entire hour to get them set up in the rooms, and finally they were finished their work, and left. As Bruce climbed the stairs, the three adults started to follow, and then the children were running past them and reached the doors first. They waited for Daddy to arrive, and then he opened the door to the girl's room. On top of the carpeted floor, was a rug, with a bunk bed on top of that; a ladder going from the floor to the top bunk. Two dressers were against one wall, and beside each was a desk. On each desk was a lamp as well as the lamp on top of one of the dressers. At the foot of the lower bunk bed, were a number of sheet sets, all in soft pastel colors, and some with little flowers. There was a pillow on each bunk. All the furniture was painted white, and had a gold trim on everything. As Sara and Cassie started walking around the room and touching everything, Bruce left and went next door. When that door was opened, everything was the same, but the sheets were more boys' colors, with racing cars on some, and other designs that could not be made out without closer examination. The furniture was all dark brown, and much more masculine than that in the girl's room. "You bought all these for the children?" asked Miss Needham. "They needed something better than what they had to sleep on, and they certainly are getting too old to be sharing beds between different sexes." "May I stop by once in awhile to see how they are getting on?" asked Miss Needham. "You are not on my records any more, but I have never seen anything like this before. If there were more like you, they wouldn't need social workers and that would be just fine with me!" "You are welcome anytime, Miss Needham," replied Bruce. "I understand what you have said, and I will certainly do my best to live up to the standards of care you wish for all your children." "Hah! You have just changed my view of standards, Mr. Burns. If others even come close to what I see here, this would be a wonderful world." The adults sat downstairs with a cup of tea, while the children did whatever they were doing in their new rooms. Some conversation was exchanged, primarily along the lines of where Linda had found them to be and the amount of work that they would have to put in to bring them up to normal standards. Then Miss Needham left, carrying Miss Chambers back to her house, since it was along her way. Mrs. Grey indicated that supper was ready for them, anytime they were ready for it. "Thank you, Mrs. Grey," said Bruce. "I think I had better check on the children and what they are doing, before anything else." He left for the upstairs, and what he found pleased him immensely. They had not only made up all the beds, everything had been put away in their dressers. Their desks remained empty as yet, for their school books were downstairs in the study where they had been left when Miss Needham had arrived. The boys were the first to notice him looking into the room, and Delano ran over to throw himself around his new Daddy. "Everything is so wonderful, Dad," he declared. "Thank you, sir!" "You are most welcome, son," replied Bruce. Bending down, Bruce took a chance of placing a kiss on the boy's forehead. Not only did he accept it, he responded by placing a kiss on his cheek, while he repeated his 'thank you' over and over again. Dwaine stood by, patiently waiting for Delano to finish, for he wanted his hug and kiss. To his delight, Daddy picked him up in his arms while they exchanged kisses, both of them landing on the cheek of the other. He also said his 'thank you' more than once. Bruce found both his hands holding the hand of a young boy as he moved towards the girl's room once again. This time, they saw him, and came running over to give him hugs and kisses, and collect some for themselves in return. "Come on, guys, supper is ready!" said Daddy, and together they headed downstairs to the kitchen. There was no evidence of anything on the table, except the same flower vase they had all seen earlier. Special Celebration Dinner "Right this way, everyone," came the voice of Ms. Karen, as the children knew her. "Since this has been a very special day, I thought you should have a very special meal, and it is waiting for you in the dining room." She held open the door from the kitchen into the dining room, and they all looked in. On the table was a Thanksgiving meal, with a turkey, stuffing, cranberry jelly, green peas, and coleslaw. "We can only eat this kind of a meal on one condition, Mrs. Grey," declared Bruce, "and that is if you would join us!" "It was presumptuous of me, but I know you well enough to know you would say that, so try counting the place settings. Mine is already there." When Bruce looked, sure enough, there was one for each of the children, and one other for her, apart from his own at the head of the table. With an arm around her shoulders, Bruce guided Ms. Karen to her seat, pulled out her chair, and put it back under her as she sat down. "That is the first time anyone has ever done that for me, Mr. Burns. Thank you!" Bruce helped the two girls to sit beside Ms. Karen, and indicated to the boys they could sit down on the other side of the table. Then he went around and stood at the head, took out the carving knife, and started to cut the turkey into serving portions. It took almost an hour for the meal to finish, and the gelatin desert washed everything down. He was not allowed to participate in the after meal clean up, but everyone else tackled the task. When it was finished, Mrs. Grey turned on the dish washer, to the delight of the children, and then she bid everybody good night. It was late for her to leave, but she refused an offer of a ride from Bruce, and departed for the night. When Daddy sat down in his easy chair in the living room, and turned on the television, everyone let out a little cheer. Then they took up their favourite spots on the floor, and Sara came up on her Daddy's lap. It was a comedy that he had turned on, and he was thrilled to hear the laughter of the children as they were absorbed into the program's plot and carrying on as it unfolded on the screen. There were no objections when the television was turned off at the end of the show, and they were dispatched to bed. Sara did not go up immediately, and asked if she could spend just a little more time with him before she went to bed. He did not mind in the least, but he first had to go upstairs and say good night to each of them, and collect his hug and kiss that came readily from each. Private Time Bruce returned downstairs, making a stop in the kitchen before returning to the living room. With him, he carried two dishes of ice cream each topped with the gelatin they had had earlier. He handed one to Sara and they sat and enjoyed their extra treat, unknown to the children upstairs who were all probably sound asleep by this time. When they had finished, Sara carried the dishes back to the kitchen, rinsed them off, and left them on the counter. The dishwasher was still making sounds when she listened closely, so she could not put them in there. Back in the living room, she headed straight over to Bruce and climbed up onto his lap. She cuddled up against him for a few moments, and then said she was going to get on her nightgown. Her departure was on the run, and within a couple of minutes she was back on his lap, now dressed in her nightgown. As she settled in, she reached up and placed a warm kiss on his lips and then nestled against his chest. Bruce supported her with one arm behind her back, and with his hand holding her at her waist. With his free hand, he started stroking her hair and face, enjoying the smile as she turned her face up to look at him. When his fingers passed over her lips, she kissed them, took hold of his hand with hers, and moved it up so she could kiss the palm. When she let it go, she reached up kissed him on his lips once again, and then she laid back against the arm of the chair and stared at the man she loved. Even as he felt guilty for doing it, Bruce allowed his gaze to wander all down the little girl stretched out before him. He took in the two pointed bumps of her breast, the slight size of her waist, the fold of her nightgown as it fell between her slightly spread slender legs, and even the location of her belly button was identifiable. As he looked back up at her face, she was smiling and her eyes were closed. He leaned over, and partially pulled her up to him so that he could place a kiss on each eyelid. Then he returned to stoking the soft smooth skin of her cheek. "Oh, Daddy," she said. "I love the times when we are alone together. The kids are all asleep for sure, and nobody else is around. Please enjoy being with me as much as I enjoy being with you!" "I am enjoying the time with you, Sara," he stated. "I love you, and I love being with you!" Getting out of his lap, she said, "And I know you enjoy this even more, and this is what I want you to enjoy when we are alone together." She had removed her nightgown over her head, and now stood before him naked. Then she was back on his lap, lying against the arm of the chair so he had a full look at the front of his little girl. He did look and he did enjoy what he saw. Reaching out, Sara took his hand and pulled it up to rest on her breast. It left him feeling troubled, but he did enjoy the feel and the response when he kneaded it slightly. Then she came up and began kissing him passionately, using not only her lips, but her tongue, while he continued to have the feel of her breast in his hand. Now he was openly feeling it, running his fingers all around it and around the nipple. Finally he forced himself to stop, turning his face away, and removing his hand from her breast. "This is the very thing Miss Needham was worried about," he said. "It is so wrong, and it can not be allowed to go on." "Not everything is as it should be in this world, Daddy," said Sara. "We are alone, and nobody is going to know what happens except you and me. I know you like it, and I love it, Daddy. It feels so right when you look at me, or touch me, and I never want you to stop either of those things. We are alone, and I know you like it, especially when I feel your thing pressing against my bum the way it is right now. Look at me, touch me, and enjoy me, Daddy. Teach me what it is between a man and a woman, for you make me feel like a woman, and I want to know you as a man." "I did not bring you here for this reason, Sara. I wanted to give you a better life, and you do not need to do this, for I would never ask it of you, no matter how tempting you are to me." "If I didn't know that, Daddy, I would never have bathed in front of you naked. But it is something that I want to give to you, not for what you have done for us nor how you try to do what is right, but because I am in love with you, and want to do whatever I can to make you feel like a man should be able to feel. I want to feel you inside of me and for you to teach me how to make love. I'm just sorry that I am not older, and bigger for you. My titties are so small, and I don't have a single hair down there, but I want you just the same. Please take me Daddy, because I am yours, and will be yours as long as you live!" Bruce could not deny, even to himself, that he was totally aroused by this naked little girl. He had never imagined he had such a desire for someone so young, but his throbbing penis pressing against her bare bottom told him he had a definite interest, and there she was so open and willing. He knew that if he took advantage, he would be committing a very large sized wrong, but the temptation was very strong. Not sure of what to do from there, he began allowing his hands to travel all over her body, relishing the softness of her skin. As his hands reached under her buttocks, he was aware of how small her bum was in his hand, and this made him even more concerned. Then her legs were spread open, and he was looking at the slot of her vulva, and the opening to her vagina, both there and available for his pleasure, as well as hers. With his hand under her bottom, he lifted her up until her vulva was close enough to kiss. Not only did he kiss her, he took her entire vulva into his mouth, useing his tongue to stimulate her clitoris. Even as he watched, the opening to her vagina became even larger and he could smell the sweetness of her sexual stimulation. When his tongue reached that far, he pushed it up into the waiting hole, hearing her groan as she responded to his invasion. Then he set her back down, and told her to put on her nightgown. She got up, and did as she was told. With her hand in his, they left the living room, turning off the lights, went upstairs, turning off lights as they went. Going into the boy's room first, he found them both sound asleep, and then headed into the girl's room. Looked at Cassie, she was also sound asleep in her bed. Rather than being directed to her bed, as Sara expected, he then left the room with her hand still being held in his hand. Her despair turned to hope. When they walked to his bedroom door, she was elated. Scooping her up in his arms, he had her turn out the remaining lights, and then he carried her into his room, over to his bed, and gently set her down. Then he reached down, and slid up the nightgown, pulling it off over her head. She lay there, smiling, open and willing, drawing up her legs to expose her crotch to his desire. When he removed his clothes, she watched and allowed herself to enjoy every moment of it. As his briefs slid down, and his erect penis was revealed, she sat up on the bed with an exclamation of, "Wow!" "Does it scare you?" asked Daddy. "No, but it is so much bigger than Delano's," she replied. "What do you know about Delano's size?" he asked. "Please don't be mad, but he has been putting it in me for months now. We slept in the same bed, and when the other kids were asleep, and Mom was out of the picture, he used to slip up my nightgown and play with me, thinking I was asleep. When I curled up one night, he started rubbing it against me, and then it went in. I just lay still and didn't say anything, and he just did his thing in me. At least I didn't have to wash the sheets every day when he shots his juices inside me, and it felt good. Do you hate me for that?" "I couldn't hate you for any reason, unless you sent me to jail for what I am about to do to you." "Then you will never hate me, Daddy, for it will always be our secret, only between you and me." There before him was a twelve year old, sexually experience, little girl, ready to be raped. He knew it would be rape, no matter how much he made it like making love. But she was so appealing, and willing, he had to bend over and take each of her breasts into his mouth in turn. Her response told him how much she enjoyed it, and how much it escalated when he rubbed his tongue over her nipples. They were as hard as they had ever been. Moving down from her breasts, he went slowly down to her belly button, stopping to take it into his mouth by sucking hard. Then he was down on the softness of her belly, licking every place with his extended tongue. Before he went between her legs, he had her put her legs down and turn over. Then he ran his fingers over the smooth curves of her bare bum. Sliding her up on the bed, he took her two knees, and spread them apart, as he stared between her legs. Then she was turned over again and lay back as he returned his mouth to her exposed vulva. With his mouth wide open, he was able to place it completely over her vulva, then used his tongue to run over it, and through the slot. As he licked her clitoris, she climaxed. Without giving her time to recover, he moved down, inserted his tongue into her open vagina, again tasting her sweet juices. She responded by attempting to push down against his mouth. He remained in her while she felt the satisfaction of another climax. Moving over her, Bruce positioned his penis and slowly pressed it inside her willing vagina. He did not stop until she was totally impaled meaning he was deep inside. Slowly at first, he began pumping, and she accepted him with her face changing from a smile to deep ecstasy. As it became faster, she forgot the smile, too involved in the ecstasy to bother with a smile. Bruce had to admit to himself how much he was enjoying the rape of a twelve year old girl. Her vagina was tight around him, even though she was wet enough to allow it to slide in and out easily. With each stoke he could feel her wrapped around his penis. "Fuck me hard, Daddy. It feels so good! Slam it into me! Yes! Oh, yes! I'm coming again!" Bruce climaxed at the same time, holding his penis about half way inside the girl while his juices shot into her, squirt after squirt. It took every ounce of strength he had to not fall on top of this little girl, but with an exerted effort, he did hold himself above her. "Oh, Daddy! That was so wonderful! And you loved it too!" "Yes, Sara, I must admit I loved doing it in you. You were fantastic!" "Now you don't have to worry again, Daddy. You can have me as often as you want, as long as we are alone. I want to tell the world, but can't tell anyone. But we can do it every night if you want, Daddy. I am yours completely from now on!" "What are you going to do about Delano?" asked Bruce as he pulled out of her. "I don't know, Daddy," she said. "You might have solved that problem by giving him a separate room, but I know he will want it again. Maybe he will be able to get a girl friend. I don't know what I should do. Why don't you tell me, Daddy?" "We are certainly not going to worry about that tonight, Sara," he said. "What we must do now, is get you into your own bed, for you must be there when Cassie wakes up, and Ms. Karen arrives to work." "This is the part I am not going to like, but know it must be that way," she said as she pulled her nightgown over her head. "Will you walk me to bed, and tuck me in, Daddy?" He could hardly refuse. More Classes And New Computers During the time the children were at work in the study, Daddy came in and interrupted them. He was carrying in the various parts of computers, and setting them up on a longer table that was at one end of the study. They were excited, and he had to issue firm orders to pay attention to their studies and not what he was doing. He only achieved partial success, as every few seconds they were looking up to see what was happening. Miss Chambers was just as excited, and finally she called a recess so that they could all watch. As he worked, Linda was watching closely, and when he pulled up a line that ran from somewhere across the room, she asked what that was. He said, the systems were connected to a hub, so that what was on any system could be seen on other systems in the house, namely his on the other side of the room. When another line was connected, and she did not recognize its purpose, she asked about it, and was told it was the connection to the Internet. "We are going to have Internet access?" she asked. "Only through a watch dog program that prevents getting on certain types of sites. I think you know what that refers to." "You might have to throw me out bodily some nights, Mr. Burns," she stated. "Imagine, Internet access! After all these years!" "Do you have a system at your home?" he asked. "Yes, but I can't get on the Internet, because there is too much line noise in this area, and I can't move my house just to get on the net." "Let me find out from my ISP what are the distance restrictions for connections. Perhaps, if it can go that distance, I could get an extension of my T1 connection up to your house." "This is a T1? I have never seen one in action, but have sure heard about it. It is much faster than a modem I understand." "Very little comparison between them," he stated. "Alright, let's power up the systems and see how they work. If everything is okay, then you will be able to see it yourself." As they turned on the systems, she asked, "What sort of time restrictions do you need us to observe?" "No time restrictions," he said. "These systems have unlimited access twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week." When the systems had gone through the start up routine, they automatically logged on to the Internet, and arrived at the home page of Bruce Burns. "You are welcome to look through that at your leisure, he said. It might help you understand me a little better." "Your own home page on your own web site," she declared. "I am very impressed." "Well, let me get out of your way, as I believe you were in the middle of some lessons." Bruce left the study, and provided the opportunity for the children to return to work, without him as a distraction. Funeral Arrangements Bruce got busy on the telephone, wanting to find out what he had to do to make the necessary funeral arrangements for the children's mother. He had never known her before carrying her to the hospital that morning, but he had to do what was necessary so that the children could say goodbye, and get through whatever part of the grieving process still remained for them. Checking first with the hospital, and then being guided to the Social Services Department at the parish hall, he ended up talking to Miss Needham once again. She had made all the arrangements, and they were being paid for by the parish. The only problem she had not resolved was where she was to be interned. By the end of the conversation, Bruce had agreed to see if he could get help to dig a grave beside where the children's father was buried, and she could be laid to rest there. He told Miss Needham that he wanted to check with Sara first, since she was the oldest, but if she concurred, he would proceed with the arrangements, and then they would set a date for the event. Interrupting Sara from her work, he took her out into the hall. "I don't wish to upset you, darling, but you are the oldest, and I wanted to see if you agree with some plans that have been made." "What are you talking about, Daddy?" she asked. "I thought it would be best if your mother was buried next to your father's grave. Would you agree with that?" "I guess that would be fine, Daddy," she said. "I don't want to sound bad, but I almost forgot about what would be done, since we all have a new, wonderful, home. Anything you decide is alright with me, Daddy. I trust you will do what is best...always!" "All right, darling," he said. "If you are okay, then how about getting back to your studies?" "Yes, sir!" she said with a smile. "Just you wait until you see what I am doing. It is something for you, and I can't wait to finish it and show you." "I will look forward to seeing it, now back to work," he said as he turned her towards the door and placed a little slap on her butt. With a smile over her shoulder, she returned to the study. "You are so good with them, Mr. Burns!" said Mrs. Grey from behind him. "They love you and you have become their mother and father. The funeral will probably be a little tough for them, but with you there, they will get through it just fine." "I am glad you are here, Mrs. Grey," he said. "Do you think this Saturday would be too soon, and how do I go about letting people know?" "I will get the word out, but anybody that comes will be coming to see you and the children, not for the funeral. Now, we need to talk about what needs to be done to serve the people that do come." In the end, he agreed to buy a goat, and she would make the soup and order some refreshments. There was to be no holding of a traditional 'death yard' the night before, just some soup and drinks after she was buried. The men needed to dig the grave would be contacted by her that evening, and she would confirm arrangements in the morning. Enough money was provided to permit her do what was necessary, and a considerable amount of appreciation was extended for all her help. With a telephone call to Miss Needham, all the arrangements were finalized and everything was set. Dinner Guest "One final matter, Mrs. Grey," said Bruce. "Would there be enough left over turkey to provide everyone, yourself included, with another meal if there was an extra guest?" "There is enough to do you a couple of more meals, even with an extra guest. May I ask who the extra might be so I can set the table properly?" "I thought I might invite Miss Chambers to stay for dinner," he replied. "Excellent idea, Sir!" she said as she turned to go towards the kitchen. As she disappeared through the door, Bruce was not sure, but thought he heard her saying, "Yes!" and wondered what had caught her fancy. Once again, he interrupted the schooling, and called Linda into the hall to speak with her. "Yesterday Mrs. Grey made us a delightful turkey dinner, and we still have most of it left over. Would you consider staying for dinner, and helping us deal with some of the extra?" "You have the most delightful way of asking somebody if you can do something nice for them, Bruce. I am grateful for the invitation, and the chance to not eat alone, therefore, I would like to accept your offer and help you deal with some of the extra. Thank you." Bruce also went over the funeral arrangements that had been made, feeling that she should have a good knowledge about what was happening in the children's lives so she could understand how they might behave. She asked if she might be allowed to attend, and was told her presence would be appreciated. Dinner Concluded & Report By the time Mrs. Grey brought out the gelatin desert, everybody was already well satisfied, but there was always room for gelatin. With their beverages in hand, everyone left the table, and headed for the living room. "Please be careful with the milk, children. That would stain very badly if it spilled on the rug or carpet," said Bruce. Sara would not allow them to go any further, and directed them back into the other room while they finished off the last of it. When they returned to the living room, all the moustaches were gone, Sara having made sure they were wiped off before returning. "You will be pleased to know, Mr. Burns," said Miss Chambers, "that the children are all doing very well with their work, and are going to be able to be up with the other students, or maybe even a little ahead of them. Each one has a good head on their shoulders, and is working very hard to catch up; and to please you. You have every reason to be proud of your effect upon them, for it has been tremendous." "May I show you something I did in class today, Daddy?" asked Sara. "I was wondering when I would get to see it ever since you mentioned it earlier," he replied. "Please let me have a look at it." Sara excused herself, and then bolted for the study, returning moments later with a single piece of paper. Turning a little shy, she handed it to her daddy, and stood by his side while he read it. Miss Chambers could be seen sitting over at the side with a big grin, as she had already read it and approved it. The title was, "How my life has changed." Bruce read it out loud, and everyone listened carefully. Tragedy can be hard to face unless you have been sent an angel from heaven. This is what has happened to my brothers, sister and me. Our mother died a short time after my father's death. But now, thanks to our angel, our lives are better than they ever were before. When things were at their worst, he came to help us after I was brave enough to ask him if he could do anything. Well, he did come and worked a miracle on all of us and today we are sitting in a beautiful new home, surrounded by people that care about us, and that want us to do well. We eat like we have never eaten before, and I think my two skinny brothers look like they are getting fatter. Now we sleep in rooms where we have brand new furniture where everything matches everything else. Even the sheets on the bed are new, and match, including the cover on our pillow. He forgets to tell us to bathe sometimes, but I remember when he doesn't, and make sure everyone stays clean. Best of all, he tells me to be a little girl again, and have some fun before I get too old for fun. Can you imagine, he doesn't let me do any work, except my school work, because he wants to see me happy! I know both my brothers think he is just great, and they want to call him Daddy, just as I do. My sister, of course, wants to do what we all do, as she likes to follow us, but she also is so happy when she can sit on his lap. For me, I have been in love with him probably since the first time I talked to him, and now I love him even more. If anybody wants to meet an angel, just pay me a visit. I would be proud to introduce you to My Dad! I Love You, Daddy! The border of the paper was filled with X's and O's, symbolizing hugs and kisses. Bruce looked up at Sara beside him, took her in his arms as he pulled her down onto his lap, gave her one big hug and a kiss dead center on her forehead. "Thank you, darling! That was wonderful!" They all sat around for a little longer, but most of the conversation centered on the children. Finally, the ladies indicated they needed to return to their homes, and Bruce insisted on driving them, since it was far too late for ladies to be walking along a dark road. Everyone went along for the ride, dropped off Miss Chambers at her gate, and waited for her to get inside and lock up before going on. The same routine was repeated for Mrs. Grey, and then they headed back to their yard. Back at the house, Bruce sat the children down in the living room once again. "We have made arrangements to bury your mother this Saturday," he told them. "There will be a small service in the church up the road, and then she will be buried next to your father. Is that okay with you?" "Do we have to go, Dad?" asked Delano. "I feel like I don't even want to remember!" "Others would think badly of you, Delano, if you did not go," said his Dad. "I know I certainly would not want that." "Then may I hold your hand when we go?" he asked. "Yes, son," replied Bruce. "I would be quite happy if you want to hold my hand. We will all stay together as a family, like we are!" This time it was Delano that wrapped himself around Bruce, holding his entire body against the man he now called Dad. Somehow, Bruce knew this was an important moment, clung onto the boy and ignored the fact that the boy's penis was hard, pressing against him. Reaching down, he adjusted the boy's clothes so that it could hold next to his belly, and then hugged him as close as he wanted to be held. He just knew he needed to hold the boy and accept the privilege he was being given...total surrender into his care and custody. Both the younger children said they were okay with everything as long as he would be there. With a hug and a kiss each, they were sent up to bathe and get ready for bed. He promised to be along shortly to kiss them goodnight and that both Delano and Sara would 'soon come'. They had a race up the stairs, with Cassie winning as Dwaine held back even though he could have easily passed her. From upstairs, he heard Dwaine call out, "And the winner is Cassie! Yea!" He had to smile, and made a note in his mind to praise him when he said goodnight. Surprise Disclosure "Dad," said Delano, "I know Sara wants to be alone with you, and I think that is great, for she loves you so much. Don't worry, Dad, for I would never say anything to anybody, and anything you want is okay with me. The only thing is, I miss being with her, and was wondering if there was any way that we could sleep together some nights? Separate rooms for the girls and guys is great, but I really miss her, and the fun we used to have." "Perhaps you should tell me what kind of fun you used to have, and what you want to do again," he said to Delano. "You know, Dad," he replied, a little shyly, "when she lets me put my penis up into her. It feels so good, and is like nothing else I know, except when I use my own hand, and that is never as good." "So you want to have sex with Sara?" he asked. "I guess that is what it is, but I never thought of that word for it. Sex is something the guys at school talk about sometimes, but...I guess it is sex that I want with her. Is that bad?" "Many would think it is bad, but I seem to feel different about some things these days," replied Bruce. "You just wait while I say goodnight to the two upstairs, and then we will talk some more about it, okay?" "Sure, Dad," he said. "Anything you say is fine with me! Are you angry with me, Dad?" "No, Delano, I am not mad at you, now just relax for a little bit. As a matter of fact, you guys help me by turning out the lights down here, and we will all meet upstairs. Okay?" Cassie was still in the shower, splashing around when he arrived. "What are you doing, Cassandra?" he asked. She came to an abrupt halt, and looked at him. "Are you mad at me, Daddy?" she asked. "I was just playing a little bit." "I'm not mad at you at all, darling," he declared. "Why would you think that I was?" "Because you called me Cassandra," she said. "You have never called me that before." "Well, it happens to be a very pretty name for a very pretty girl, and I happen to think it is very sweet. You don't need to worry if I call you that once in awhile, you hear?" "Okay, Daddy," she said. "Will you dry me off like you did before?" With a smile, he got the towel and dried off the little six year old, while her older brother and sister watched from the doorway. When he was done, she got a little slap on her bottom with a one word instruction, "Nightgown!" She was tucked in, and told Sara would be along soon. "I know Daddy," she said. "I'll be asleep, but I feel safe because I am here, and I always feel safe here." "You mean in your bed?" he asked. "No, Daddy," she replied. "Anywhere in our new home, as long as you are here and not gone out somewhere. I guess it is you that makes me feel safe here." She got a kiss on the lips and another warm embrace for that comment, and they left her to her sleep. "Good night, Daddy! I love you!" "I love you too, baby!" he replied as he left the room. Going next door, Dwaine was already in his bed, and leaned up to give his Daddy a firm hug, as much as his little muscles would allow him. When Daddy told him how much he liked the way he had let Cassie win the race, and how he cared for his sister, he turned a little shy, but was happy with the praise he received from Daddy. He also received a kiss, as well as gave one, and then heard that Delano was going to stay up to talk for a little longer, but he would be there soon. Since he seemed to be alright with that, they exchanged 'goodnights', and he was left to fall asleep. Private Moments Bruce then took the hands of each of the older children, and let them into his bedroom. He sat them both down on the side of his bed, and then said to them, "Sex between you two is not right, according to most people. It would be a serious matter if anyone every found out it has happened." "We both know that, Dad," replied Sara. "One thing we have both learned is when to keep our mouths shut, and when it is safe to talk about them, like right now." "I don't want to bother you and Sara, Dad," said Delano. "I've been thinking about it, and it would be best if I just played with myself in the bathroom. You don't need me in your way!" "What makes you think that you would be in our way, Delano? And just what do you think we are doing together?" "Why, I thought you were getting inside her like I used to, Dad," he said candidly. "When I saw how she was this morning, I was sure you were doing it." "You are far too perceptive a young man," said Bruce. "What does perceptive mean, Dad?" asked Delano. "It means that you see too much, and know too much," he replied. "We are going to have to be careful around you, I see!" "You don't need to be careful around me, Dad!" he said with all seriousness. "I would never do or say anything to make you unhappy with me." "That is not what I was saying, Delano," he told him seriously. "What I said, in some funny words, is that you are a very smart young man, and I am very pleased about that. I trust you as much as a man can trust a boy, knowing you will do some things wrong, but they will only be because you are a boy and still have some learning to get under your belt. I am proud of you, and feel like you are my real son." Delano turned to look at Sara, his mouth hanging open in surprise. Then, once again, he wrapped himself against his Dad, finding his penis a problem again, and reached down to adjust it against his belly, then returned to a full embrace. "I love you, Dad! Please love me!" "Enough of that, Delano!" said Bruce. "I do love you, son, and am so pleased that you feel the same!" With his hand over his buttocks, he held the boy, well aware of the boy's erection pressing against his belly, and so pleased the boy was this confident with him. Turning to Sara while he still held Delano, he said, "Your brother has a problem down here that he would like to take care of. If you are willing to help him, why don't you take off your clothes?" Moments later, she stood there naked, while the two guys looked her over. "Are you going to let us do it, Dad?" asked Delano. "You will never be able to do it at all if you are locking it up inside those clothes," he said. Staying right beside his Dad, he stripped naked, and Sara was able to see his erection, probably the reason she was standing there smiling. Bruce took his penis into his hand, and said to the boy, "It feels like it is ready to go, so why don't you take your sister up on the bed, and satisfy yourself. I know she is ready and willing." Sara climbed onto the bed, and curled up into the fetal position, ready for him to come into her from behind. "Could we do it from the other way?" asked Delano. "You want me on my back?" she asked. As soon as he indicated yes, she turned on her back, opened her legs, for him to climb over her and enter her. Pumping hard, and fast, he was not long in her before he reached his climax and released his juices into her vagina. Rolling off her, Delano lay beside her and felt himself being cleaned up by his Dad. He watched while he felt the thing that was most private to him, being touched, and he felt good about it all. "There is a little more to making love than what you just did, son. You need to get the girl ready, and prepared for you, and then you will both get much more satisfaction from having sex. How would you feel about watching me make love to her?" "May I?" he asked. "As long as Sara agrees," he replied. She spread her legs apart, and drew up her knees so she was fully exposed. "I believe she is willing," he said. Standing up beside the bed, he stripped naked, and saw Delano looking at the size of his penis. "Yours will be getting bigger, Delano. Give yourself time, son." "Will it get as big as yours, Dad?" he asked. "Probably, but I can't know that for sure," he said. "Only time will answer that one for you. Now I want you to watch while I get her excited, and make her feel good." He started with kissing her lips, and then her tongue, followed by his slipping down and starting on her breasts. "Oh, man! I've always wanted to do that to her titties," said Delano. "You should be, before you get into her, son," explained their Dad. "See how she is enjoying it, and lifting herself up to get more of it? Here, come and kiss her breasts, while I go and kiss her down below." Delano was torn between kissing and fondling her titties for the first time and seeing what was going on between her spread legs. When he saw her being kissed down there, he got a little too excited, and bit down on the tittie he was holding in his mouth. She cried out with the pain, and he apologized immediately. Then she was groaning again as Daddy continued between her legs. She had reached two climaxes from their attention before Bruce entered her, and began to pump slowly. Being too anxious for that, she asked him to go faster and harder. He responded and was as fast and hard as Delano had been, aware that he was not only sliding easily because of her juices, but because of Delano's sperm filling the channel. He to, climaxed from the stimulation, but was able to bring her up to another climax before he released inside her. After they had recovered enough, Bruce got up and sat on the edge of the bed. He took Delano into his arms, and pulled him up against him, his penis against the boy's leg while the boy's was against his belly. There was no resistance and no hesitation evident from the boy, even as his hands roamed all over his bare back, including over his bum. When the boy was scooped up and set on Bruce's lap, he was willing to accept the kiss that Daddy placed on his lips, responding in kind. Sara was pulled into the embrace, and ended up getting a kiss from both Delano and Daddy. She responded without restriction, and smiled when Delano started feeling up one of her titties once again. They stayed with each other for awhile, and then realized it was getting late. Daddy pulled on a robe over himself, but Delano and Sara both took up their clothes and went to their rooms naked as the day they were born. Both got into their bed clothes, and received a goodnight kiss and hug from Dad, and then climbed up to the top bunk. The younger in each case was sound asleep in the lower bunk and each of them received another kiss from Daddy. Then they were alone and soon found themselves drifting off to sleep. Bruce returned to his own bed, still surprised with himself, and feeling his guilt. It took him much longer than the kids took to fall asleep. Final Arrangements The remaining details of the grave digging and the service were finalized the next morning. Digging would be done during that day by the men that had done the other, but this time they would be paid for their services. Service was set for two in the afternoon, with internment following at the family plot. A listing was sent by the Social Services Department to the local newspapers for publication and the refreshments and the butchered goat would be carried by a friend of Mrs. Grey's while he was his driving around on his taxi route. She would also be the one to do the cooking of the soup, and whatever other kitchen preparations she felt necessary. Everything seemed to be going along smoothly, and a good deal of the credit went to Mrs. Grey. With everything in order, Bruce decided he had some time available, and decided to get caught up with his e-mail, and headed into the study to start work. That is where the children and Miss Chambers found him when they came in to start their school work for the day. After each gave him a hug and kiss, they were directed to get busy, and that is exactly what they did as he got back to what he needed to do. At the announcement of recess for the kids, Bruce decided that was a good idea, completed what he was doing, saved it, and took a break. In the kitchen, he found a dish of ice cream and a few scrapings of gelatin from the turkey dinners. They proved refreshing, and then he returned to the study to complete his responses to the valid e-mail he had ignored for some time. Even as he worked, he received a new message from one he had sent off a reply to. It came saying the contact was glad to hear he was still around, and understood the explanation for his absence from the net. A wish for everything to go smoothly for him was also expressed, and a thanks dispatched. Once his e-mail was dealt with, he did a quick update to his web page and uploaded it to his ISP as an explanation for his absence from the net. By the time he finished, it was approaching lunch time, and so he did a little random browsing until Miss Chambers told the kids it was time for lunch. He joined Linda and the kids, and they all had lunch together, sitting in the kitchen. With delight, he listened in as the kids interchanged matters to do with their lessons, but did not interfere or correct only smiling to himself in amusement. A few remarks passed between Linda and himself, mostly over the kids work, and the pending funeral. When the kids got fifteen minutes play time, they headed outside to run about, and he sat at the table with Linda where they were joined by Mrs. Grey. At least they were able to talk more openly, and some of the details of the funeral were made known. Then, Linda got up, called the kids in, and they returned to the study to continue their work. Still sitting at the table, Mrs. Grey said to Bruce, "Are you aware that Linda is sweet on you, Mr. Burns?" "You must be kidding, Mrs. Grey," he replied. "Look at how young she is compared to me, and how good looking she is. I don't understand why she hasn't married, but she must be an attraction to a good number of younger men." "She does not have any interest in younger men," she explained. "She lived with her father until his death, and remained in the same house ever since. Any man, my son included, has been politely dismissed, as she just does not have any interest in any man, until you." "Well, I'll be damn," he exclaimed. "I would never have guessed." "You just watch, and you will see for yourself, now that you know," she said as she got up and returned to work. He thought about it for a couple of minutes, and then got up himself, shaking his head in wonder at the news. Rather than go back on the Internet, Bruce felt more like working, got out the lawnmower, and proceeded to cut the lawn around the entire house. It was hot work in the afternoon sun, and just a short time before he finished, he removed his shirt, aware that he could not remain exposed too long without dangerous consequences. Actually he had to almost peel off his shirt, for it was saturated with his sweat. As soon as he completed the task, and returned the lawn mower to its storage place, he headed straight upstairs and into the shower. When he returned feeling clean and fresh, he was ready to get back on to the Internet. The children were just coming out of the study as he descended the staircase, having finished their lessons for the day. They all had a little assigned work to do, and passed him as they headed for the desks in their rooms. Upon entering the study, Linda was just in the final stages of cleaning up the materials left behind by the children's activities. With a 'good evening' as he entered, he headed straight for his computer and proceeded with what he wanted to do. Internet Lessons "You seem to be very good on the use of computers, Bruce," she commented as she continued to clear up the desks. When I am finished here, would you mind if I took a look over your shoulder? I would like to see how you interact with the system." "That would be fine, as there is nothing confidential about the browsing I am engaged it at the moment. Any time you are ready," he invited her. A couple of minutes later, she was peering over his shoulder, marveling at how he was interacting with the system, and moving around so rapidly. Watching in fascination, she saw him copy a section of text to a text editing program, save a graphic he liked, and open up the source page to examine the programming of an item he found as an interesting presentation. Even before she realized it, he had shifted to his local system, added a reference and a comment about the site he had just visited, and then he uploaded that to his ISP for inclusion on his home page. "I really need to change those listings to a data based program, so that it is easier to update with changes like that. It just does not make sense to upload the entire page for a simple addition." "Well you managed to loose me along the way, and now, at least, I understand what you did, and why, but I am at a loss to know what you mean by a data based program you just mentioned." "There are getting to be a lot of links, and comments on each. When I find something of interest, I add a link on my home page, and tell anyone interested on what to look for. They seem to like it, for my home page gets several thousand hits each week." "While the kids were busy with assignments today, I took the liberty of looking up your home page, and I read through most of it. Very impressive would be the summary that comes to mind first." "Well, thank you, Linda," he said. "That is quite a compliment, coming from a professor, especially one in English." "Then here is another," she went on. "Even though I looked with a critical eye, I could not find one criticism for your English usage. You must be a highly educated man." "Again I thank you. It would appear that you are far more qualified than I am, Linda. My learning is mostly out of the school of self taught." "Then my compliments to your teacher, for you are outstanding as a graduate student." Bruce gave her a smile in response, and continued on to his next interesting connection. She continued to watch, finding she was learning just from observing. It was several minutes later when she next spoke, asking, "Is there any way you could put up with me requesting to stay for supper? I would really like to spend some more time with you, and learn even more." "Please tell Mrs. Grey that I have asked you to dinner, so she can set a place for you." "Thank you, Bruce," she said. "I hope you don't mind my being so brazen." He gave her a warm smile, and waved her on towards the kitchen. Now he knew that Mrs. Grey had been correct, but he had no idea where the relationship might be headed. A few minutes later, she was back, and watching over his shoulder. Then she was sitting beside him, just far enough away so as not to hinder his arm movements as he moved from keyboard to mouse and back. That put her close enough for him to notice the faint smell of the perfume she wore, and he thanked her for at least not wearing anything too obvious, but indeed a fragrance that was quite pleasant. Linda heard a two toned chime from his computer, and he quickly finished what he was doing, and turned the system back to his home page. Getting up, he said, "Shall we go and eat?" When they entered the dining room, everyone else was there. As soon as they saw Miss Chambers, the eyebrows of the children were raised, and 'good evening' was exchanged amongst all. Taking up the same places of the last time they sat at that table together, dinner was commenced. Evening Conversation Following a very satisfying meal, everyone gravitated into the living room, while Mrs. Grey finished up and headed home for the evening. The television was turned on, primarily for the children, but Cassie and Dwaine each took turns sitting up on Daddy's lap as he relaxed in his favourite chair. Linda gave him the biggest smile she could manage each time she saw one of the children responding to their desire to share time with their Daddy. She really liked the children, and was dealing them almost as if they were her own, while being careful to respect his position with them. Her support could best be described as supplementary to his guidance. When he told the two younger children it was time to bathe and get ready for bed, there were no arguments and they were gone to do as they had been told. Sara asked if she could sit in Daddy's easy chair for a little while before she had to go to bed. Surprised at the request, he got up and allowed her to sit there, while he went over and sat at one end of the chesterfield. About half an hour later, Dwaine called down from upstairs that they were ready for bed. Bruce got up to go upstairs and deal with them, and when Linda asked if she could tag along, he told her by all means. She accepted the invitation to say goodnight to Cassie first, and went over to receive a nice hug and kiss from the young girl. Then Bruce took his turn, making her giggle and squirm about the bed first as he tickled her, and then accepted her willingly into his arms as they said their regular good night. Moving over to the boy's room, Dwaine was sitting on the side of his bed waiting patiently for his turn. When Miss Chambers came over to him first, he smiled and hugged lightly at first, and then with all his strength. It was obvious he was totally smitten by her charms. Daddy received his usual enthusiastic response from Dwaine when it was his turn, and ended up giving him a swing around in a circle before being dropped the last couple of inches onto his bed. "That was fun, Daddy. Thanks, and I Love You!" Bruce gave him another hug and kiss, got him down and pulled the sheet over him, smiled and said goodnight. He followed everyone else out of the room, turned off the lights while he was looking back and smiling. Bruce felt good about his children and the relationships that were developing between them. Sara was downstairs on the run, while Delano walked beside Dad, and brought up a new subject. "Dad. The furniture you bought us is wonderful, but I really don't like sleeping on the top bunk. I looked at the beds earlier, and it seems they can be separated. Would you be annoyed if I asked if they could both be on the floor, and not one over the other?" "The request is reasonable, and the question asked very well. No I would not be annoyed, and we can change things tomorrow, if that is soon enough for you. I will need your help, though, for that is an easy job as long as there is more than one man." Any observer could see the swelling of Delano's chest as he was referred to as a man. "Sure, Dad! No problem, and thanks!" he replied, trying to sound casual. As they reentered the living room, Sara was found sitting back in his chair, and so he returned to sitting on the chesterfield. Linda sat beside him, while Delano remained standing. "I am a little tired, Dad, so if you will excuse me, I will go upstairs, shower and go to bed. Would you mind?" "That is find, Delano. You are certainly showing signs of maturing when you make a decision like that and don't fight your need for rest. My compliments to you?" "Thanks, Dad. Will you still come up to say goodnight, though?" he asked. "No, Delano, that would spoil things," whispered Sara to him. "Yes, Delano," contradicted Daddy, "I will certainly come upstairs to say goodnight, no matter what plan you two seemed to have cooked up." "I'm sorry, Dad! I should have known we couldn't fool you. All we wanted to do was give you time to be with Miss Chambers, because we know she is sweet on you. I sat in your chair, so you would sit some other place, and give her a chance to sit near you. Please don't be too mad at me, for it was my idea, and Delano had no part in it." "Now listen here, Sara," said Daddy in his sternest voice. "You try to do something nice for me, and you expect me to be annoyed with you? What kind of silly notions do you have of me?" "You scared me at first, Daddy. Man can you sound angry when you want to! Thank you for understanding, and I will go and shower and bed so you can talk. I would like to have you say goodnight to me as well, if you don't mind, Daddy." "Both of you should call me when you are ready. I will look forward to my hug and kiss! And I expect to go out briefly in awhile, and will be leaving the younger ones in your care. It will only be a few minutes, while I take Miss Chambers home." "Okay, Daddy. Don't rush on our account." Then they headed upstairs. "Please excuse Sara, Linda," he said. "She is very romantically inclined and probably has over estimated her opinion of a normal, healthy relationship between two adults. I hope she did not embarrass you." "Well, she certainly did manage to embarrass me, as it was not an over estimation, but an under estimation of my feelings, and now I am totally embarrassing myself, but I am glad she said something!" "You flatter me to the point of being almost speechless!" declared Bruce. His thoughts were racing faster than even he might have expected. Such a declaration was quite unexpected, and he just didn't know what response he should give. Finally he came to the realization that the time he was taking to think must be hurting Linda deeply if she meant what she had said. He knew he had to say or do something, and quickly. "If you wouldn't mind, I suggest that I place my arm around your shoulders, like this, and we sit and talk between us, while we both try and understand where this came from, and where it might be going?" "My time is yours, and this is a delightful place to be while I try to hide my embarrassment. As a matter of fact, it feels real good!" She laid her head against his chest, and her free hand went around his waist. "Now I have an idea of what the children feel when they are cuddled up to their Daddy." "Ever since I came to live here," said Bruce, "I have heard that you never had any interest in any man that ever tried to court you. This has always surprised me, for you are a very attractive woman, highly qualified and knowledgeable, and with a sparkling personality that most men crave. Now you express an interest in a man nearly twice your age, and I find it hard to understand. Could you help me to better understand you?" "Would you promise that what I am about to tell you will remain between us as a secret?" "Certainly, if that is what you want. Any confidence you share with me will be respected, especially as to your right of privacy." Good Night Children At that point, two calls were heard from upstairs. It was time for the trip up there to say good night to the two oldest children. Linda declined an invitation to go with him, saying the children probably need to speak to him privately. When he arrived in the boy's bedroom, Delano was there waiting for him, sitting on the side of his bed, his feet resting on one of the ladder steps. "One reason I don't like the bunk up here, is it is hard when you come to say goodnight to us. I want to be down where you can reach me." "We will change it tomorrow, but you can bet I am going to reach you, no matter how difficult it may be," stated Bruce to a bright little smile. "There is something more, Dad," said Delano. "Sara lied to you to protect me. We both talked and arranged to try and get you together with Miss Chambers. She is so nice, and we really like her. If you two were to get friendlier, we would likely see her more often." "That is a matter you must now leave alone to the adults, son. Please do not try to manipulate any arrangement again." "I promise I won't, Dad," he said with all sincerity. There is one more thing. Both Sara and I are going to sleep tonight, and will only do something special when you approve. Okay, Dad?" "Okay, son," he replied as he climbed up the first step of the ladder. He almost fell back as Delano leapt forward into his arms. "I love you, Dad, like I have never loved anyone before!" Declaring that, his body pressed against him, and his legs wrapped around his waist he kissed him affectionately. He did not try to hide the tears that rolled down his cheeks, nor the erection that pressed against his Dad's belly. All he felt was total trust and yielding of himself to this man that had become so much a part of his life. "I get the feeling," said Dad, "that you have a matter you need to take care of in the bathroom before you will be going to sleep. "You go and take care of that, and have a good night, son. I love you, too, more than I could have ever expected!" Without embarrassment, Delano headed for the bathroom to masturbate before going to bed. Bruce entered the girl's room and found Sara laying on her bed. As he entered, she climbed down to come over and greet him with an embrace. Pulling out the chair from one of the desks, and indicated that she should sit down, while he sat upon the desk top. "I understand what you tried to do this evening, but from this point forward, you are not to try to manipulate any arrangement between anyone and myself. You leave adult relationships to the adults. Is that understood?" "Yes, Daddy," she said meekly. "I am sorry, Daddy but I just thought she might make you happy, and I want that more than anything else, even more than I want our special times together. Please forgive me, and I promise I will just tell you how I feel in the future, and not try to set you up." "Well then, if you would be willing to seal the deal with a hug and a kiss, everything will be just fine. How does that strike you?" Even as he finished speaking he was holding her close to him, warmed by the embrace of this girl he had been taken over by. She made it hard to remain an objective adult, but he was willing to take on the battle. For the moment, however, all he wanted to do was to hold her, and kiss her, with a little rub of her bum under her nightgown as a good measure. With the exchange of warm smiles, they said goodnight to each other, and Sara climbed back up to her top bunk and settled into bed, still wearing her grin. Standing at the doorway, before he turned off the light, he said, "I love you all, Sara. Good night my little sweetheart!" As the light went off, he heard Sara say, "Good night, Dad. Thank you for being a real Dad!" Goodnight Adults Finally he returned to Linda, waiting patiently in the living room, and took the same seat he was in before. Without hesitation, Linda returned to where she was, cuddled up against him and with her head against his chest. "When my mother died, I was only nine years old. Suddenly I was there alone with my father, and was taking care of him and his meals. Before too long, I was also taking care of his desires, as he seduced me, and having regular sex with me. We even shared the same bed from that time until he died several years later." "After his death, I found I could not develop an interest in any man of my age, for they all struck me as immature, or totally uninteresting. That remained true until you came to live here, and I fell in love with you the first time we met and talked, as brief as it was. Unfortunately, you hardly even notice me." "I know, intellectually, that I am looking for a man to replace my father, but knowing that and overcoming it are two entirely different matters. As I learned more and more about you, it became almost an obsession with me, and you have shared my bed with me many times in my dreams. When you came to my gate that morning, I nearly wet my panties, and was unable to believe my good fortune. When you hired me, I knew I had arrived in heaven." "Coming up to your house, I don't know how it is I didn't come right out and say something. Then you brought me inside, and showed me that you were even more of the kind the man I wished you to be, and showed me into your study, with that fantastic library. And then you said 'computers' were to be supplied, and when they were, you had the Internet with your own home site. You were still not done, even then." "Do you have any idea of how those children adore you? Not only have you helped them, you have won their hearts and souls. Do you have any idea of how that affected me? When they give themselves to you as they do, I know that you have to be an angel, just as Sara said in her assignment." "Now I have managed to disclose far more than I thought I ever would, have laid myself bare to you, and given you the opportunity to utterly destroy me. No matter how you feel, I would ask, and I already know you would anyway, be gentle with me, for I am scared!" "I have every intention of being gentle with you, Linda," said Bruce, "when I make love with you a few minutes from now." Bruce used his mouth to cover the open mouthed stare when she turned up to look at him. As they kissed, all barriers went down, and she was seduced. Getting up, Bruce took Linda by the hand and they left the living room, turning out the lights on the way out. At the bottom of the staircase, he took her up in his arms, and carried her up the stairs. The other lights were extinguished from outside his bedroom door, and then she was carried inside. Bruce did everything he could to live up to the promise of being gentle, but the suppressed passion took over as she rushed to remove his clothes while he worked on hers. As soon as they were both naked, they went on the bed, and spent only a few moments in preliminary contact. Then he was inside and they shared a fast and furious session of love making, climaxing within seconds of each other. "That was great sex, Bruce," she said, "but I am still a little scared." "Stop!" he ordered. "That was more than good sex, Linda. We were sharing something far bigger than sex, and while I don't know where this is all heading, I am looking forward to the journey." "How do you do it?" she asked. "With a few words, you have washed my fears away. I will do all I can to make the journey pleasant, Bruce, for I truly do love you, and I am not afraid to tell you any more. For the first time in years, I feel free of fear." "Fear is not something that anyone should have to live with. We will have lots of time for talking, but right now, I want to enjoy your being here, and the sensuality of your body. So please shut up and kiss me a few dozen times!" They fell asleep, still kissing each other, and laying in each other's arms. Reputations Ignored When morning arrived, Bruce woke early, and Linda responded to his movements seconds later. Taking her hand, they headed into their private bathroom, performed the necessary functions, and then shared a shower together. Having not brought a toothbrush, he loaned his to her, and they both came out clean and refreshed, feeling truly alive and together. Mrs. Grey arrived to find them in the kitchen, looking to see what they could find to eat. Once she got over the shock, and squeals of delight, she chased them out of the kitchen, saying, "I will get your breakfast, so go and wake the children." As they glanced back, they saw her doing a little dance of joy as she busied herself with her work. Sara was the first to awake when they went into the girl's room. When she saw the two of them looking at her, she sat up in bed, her hands over her open mouth. "Good morning, our little match maker!" said Daddy. She made it down the ladder with only one step, and wrapped herself around the two adults, unable to hide the big grin she was wearing. "I owe you one, Sara!" whispered Miss Chambers. "No! We owe you one, Sara!" corrected Daddy. "But if you ever try it again, you are likely to find your little bum quite warm!" he said with an attempt at being serious. Pulling away from them, she turned her back, lifted her nightgown to reveal her backside. "Here it is, Daddy. Any time you feel like warming it, it won't be too far away!" With a little smack across her exposed butt, he turned her around and drew her up into his arms, then reached down and scooped up little Cassie as well. She had climbed out of bed and joined them. Once they had all shared their morning wishes for each other, the girls were dispatched to the bathroom while Linda and Bruce headed to the boys' room. They received the same kind of enthusiasm from the boys when they saw them together, and it was Dwaine that said, "Does this mean we can call you Mommy instead of Miss Chambers?" With a smile and exchanged looks, between the adults, Daddy replied, "Not yet son. Give us a chance to find out where things are going first. Okay?" "Sure, Daddy!" declared Dwaine, with an added comment coming from Delano, "But it sure would be nice!" They headed to the bathroom as the adults returned downstairs. Even as they passed the girls room, they could be seen inside through the open door, both naked, and browsing for what they were going to wear in their dresser drawers. Linda turned to Bruce and said, "Now that is the kind of confidence and trust that I like to see. They feel safe in their home!" The rest of the day, following breakfast, turned to their continuing school work, with Daddy sharing some time with them in the study when he decided to get on the Internet. Not until the kids finished their school day did the adults find any time to talk. "Now that my reputation is destroyed, what about my getting home and putting my feet up for the evening?" Linda said to Bruce. "You are, of course, free to return to your home if you wish, but you might be stealing if you do that. It is your choice." "What do you mean, 'stealing'?" she asked. "Stealing what?" "My heart!" he replied. "I would have thought we should explore where we are going a little more before you took off on me." "Then I will not be guilty of stealing, but I do need to get some things from there," she replied. "If I continue to wear the same clothes day after day, it might destroy how you feel about me." "We can make a little trip up there and get what you need right now, but I do hope you will be willing to come back and stay for supper and the night!" "I can't turn down that request, and I would be delighted to have some more of that delightful sex, if you can spare the time." "I might have to give that serious consideration for one, one thousandth of a second," he said. They came into each other's arms and shared a few passionate kisses. Then they were off to retrieve the things she would need from her house. Understanding While he waited for Linda to collect the clothing and other personal effects she would need, Bruce looked around the living room where he was waiting. It was immaculately furnished, with a clear reflection of her good taste. The care she took with her things was also in clear evidence, with almost no dust on the end tables and shelves that would normally be prone to collect the airborne particles. At various places around the room were pictures of a man with a little girl, which he realized were Linda and her father. From the way she looked at the man, it was clear that she was closely bonded with him. Over in one corner of the room was a desk supporting a computer system. He took the time to look at it, and realized it was not a particularly old model, and probably quite a high speed powerhouse. Without turning the system on, he could not tell too much, but he did notice she had a scanner connected as well as a fairly good high speed laser printer. There were a few papers laying about the desk, but these were personal and he did not look at them for content. As soon as she appeared with a travel bag, and a couple of garments on hangers, they locked up the house and headed back to his place a short distance away. "Was that your father in the pictures I noticed in the living room?" he asked as they drove. "Yes it was," she answered. "He was a marvelous man, and you are the only man I have met that comes up to his standards." "You appear to have been very close with him," he observed. "We could not have been closer, Bruce," she replied candidly. "He was my lover!" "Do you feel any resentment about it now?" he asked. "Not for a second. He was gentle, kind and caring. I know what society's rules and standards are, but he made my life wonderful for so many years, and I loved him for that. His heart was good, and he was gentle, all the qualities I now find in you. Even though you seem to be the same quality of man, I still feel a little trepidation over telling you, and I hope I have not misjudged you." "I am not qualified to say one way or the other, but time will, and I hope you are not disappointed. I do know my feelings for you are a feeling of safety and security. You are a fantastic lover, and I believe I am definitely in love with you. There are still some unresolved matters for me, and until I can arrive at an answer for myself, I hope you will bear with me." "You have all the time you need, Bruce, and if I can be of any help, no matter what, do not hesitate to tell me." Since Bruce had already pulled into the garage, he was able to reach over and exchange a kiss with her. Then they got out, collected her things and carried them into the house. Dinner was served a short time later, and was a most delightful meal, as it usually was. Then there was some time for relaxing and watching television before the children were dispatched to bathe and go to bed. Sara had spent some of the time on Bruce's lap during the television time, but she was now busy coordinating the other children's bathing and other bedtime preparations. Tomorrow was the day of the funeral, and she made sure everyone was properly prepared. Bruce and Linda discussed the support and comfort that they would need during the service and burial, and how much Bruce would have to make himself available for them at any time during the day. They agreed to watch for any disappearing from view for very long, as that might be an indicator of going off to cry. Linda said she would keep her eyes open and point out anything she saw that he needed to know. Then the kids called down, as they were ready for their beds. All four children accepted hugs and kisses from both Linda and Bruce, and most settled down quite quickly. Bruce and Delano had moved the top bunk down onto the floor, and rearranged the other furniture to accommodate the change. They also had to do the girls' room the same way, as Sara spotted their activities and had requested the same be done for them. She didn't want to trouble Dad with the request until she saw it being done in the boys' room. Delano did not mind helping, as it was a way to show off how strong he was, and to play a man's role. Sara was the one that did not settle down quite so easily. With Bruce sitting on the side of the bed, she clung onto him, far longer than she would normally. Linda tapped Bruce on the shoulder, indicated by pointing that she was going back downstairs, and that he should pay attention to Sara. When they were alone, Sara whispered so Cassie would not hear, "I miss my times with you, Daddy. I love Miss Chambers, but I miss you so badly!" Bruce assured her that he understood, and that he didn't know what to do about it just yet. She was told to give him some time and he would try to work out something. With that promise, she was able to settle back into her bed, and accept that he was about to leave her for the night. As a matter of fact, on his way out, she called out softly, "Have fun, Daddy!" Frank Discussion When Bruce arrived back in the living room, he had no idea the shock value of what was about to take place. Linda curled up so she was almost halfway lying across his lap, and placed her arms around his neck to support her half raised position. "If you are as wise as I think you are, Bruce, you will need to make love to Sara very soon. She feels the same about you as I felt about my father, and would be so much happier if you were to do it." "I can't believe you are telling me to go and seduce a twelve year old child. For one thing, how about you and me? You don't want us to develop our relationship?" "Of course I do, for you already have me completely hooked. But she needs you too, and it is something I fully understand. We are going to have to share you, and we will work that out together. I know that is possible, for it was her encouragement that brought us together for the first time, so she is willing to share you, primarily for your happiness. But she is definitely yours when you decide you want her, and that can't be left too long." "Suppose it had already happened. How would you feel about it?" "Jealous, and wondering why you are not with her right now. She needs you, tonight and tomorrow night more than most. It will help her deal with her mother's death." Bruce sat there thinking, for events had taken him by complete surprise, and almost as if circumstances were giving him the ideal twist of fate. As he thought, he gently kneaded one of Linda's breasts, and occasionally planted a kiss on her forehead. Then he reached a decision, got Linda and himself up, and headed upstairs. "Go and get Sara," he told Linda as they approached the girls' room. He continued on until he reached his own room. Linda went in, and touched Sara on her shoulder. She had already recognized that she was under the covers playing between her legs, so she interrupted carefully. Sara was still surprised, but when Linda beckoned her to follow, she obeyed, her nightgown dropping over her as she climbed out of bed. Hand in hand they went to Bruce's bedroom, entered and Linda closed the door behind them. Then she took her over to stand before Daddy, reached down and pulled the nightgown off over Sara's head, leaving her naked before him. Bruce stood up, placed a kiss on Sara's mouth, and then stepped over to Linda. Without a word being said, he started to open and remove her clothes, continuing until she also stood before him naked. Then he commenced removing his own clothes, and finally the three were there naked before each other. "Would my two sexy ladies please consider lying on the bed and allowing their lover to enjoy the taste of both of you?" Sara and Linda looked at each other, smiled and exchanged a hug between them before they climbed up on the bed beside each other. Linda hooked one of her legs over Sara's and both of them were there, legs drawn up and spread apart, waiting for the attention of the man they both loved. Starting with Sara's crotch, Bruce licked and kissed her for a few moments and then went over between Linda's legs to do the same thing. He ended up going back and forth several times between each of the offerings, before he finally climbed up over Sara. "I love you so much, Daddy!" she declared as he pushed his penis inside the welcoming vagina. Turning over towards Miss Chambers, she mouthed, 'thank you' while her man pumped her. When Linda leaned over and kissed her full on her mouth, she climaxed. Daddy remained in her during the height of the climax, and then he was gone, and inside his other lady's vagina. Once again, Bruce pumped Linda until she reached a climax, and then he went back to his younger lover. It was not too long for her to be brought to her next climax and the time for the change to his older, but still young, lover. When she climaxed, he could hold back no longer, and he came deep inside her. When they had recovered sufficiently, Bruce got up and sat on the side of the bed. Both of the girls got off the bed and knelt on either side of him. "That was the most wonderful thing I could ever have imagined, Daddy. I love you so much, and to be able to share you with Mommy will be so great." "She is right, Bruce," said Linda. "That was really good, and very exciting. We both needed you, and are both glad to have things out in the open. You are one sexy old man, and we both love you!" "Be careful with that old man stuff," said Bruce. "You might convince me I am too old to satisfy two sexy young girls, and end up doing without altogether!" "There's lots of life left in you, old man! Don't you try to make excuses, because we won't let you get away with it," said Linda. Turning to Sara, she asked, "What did you call me a little while ago?" "Mommy!" she replied, looking down into her lap. "Bless you child!" said Linda. "If you could feel like that towards me, it would be utterly fantastic!" "I have wanted you to be my Mom for a long time before we even met Daddy. I would often think how nice it would be if my mother was like you, and sometimes even pretend you were my Mom." "It has every appearance of us becoming one very close family," commented Bruce. "At least I now have no more doubts, and know where I want things to go! Right now, however, we all need to get some sleep. Tomorrow is a very big day, and we need our rest. Give me a goodnight kiss, Sara, and then get your nightgown on and back to your bed." "Yes sir!" she replied, jumping up for the goodnight kiss. Then she got her nightgown on, stole another kiss from Daddy, kissed Mommy, and left the room wearing a huge smile. "You are one hell of a great Daddy, Daddy!" declared Linda when they were alone. "Let's see if we can get a little sleep," she suggested. She got back on and into the bed, not bothering with her nightgown. "Aren't you going to put on your nightgown?" asked Bruce. "And have something get in your way if you feel like you need something more? Not a chance!" Nothing more was to happen, other than they cuddled up against each other, and both fell asleep in the other's grasp, Linda with her back against her man's chest and belly. She felt comfortable and happy. Funeral Day Totally unexpected, the church was filled to overflowing. The service was nice and decent, with the children sitting up at the front with their new Daddy and Mommy. Sara also took on a parental role, provided little Cassandra with support as she listened to it all and watched the casket being closed over her mother's body. It was at that moment that Dwaine also reacted, got up and flung himself into his Daddy's arms. Delano accepted the support from Linda as she held him to her bosom. All four of them had trouble watching the casket being lowered into the ground when the service reached to the graveside. They all clung to each other, and in particular, to Bruce as they experienced the hurt of saying goodbye. She was their birth mother, and despite the new relationships, she still meant something special to each of the children. Following the conclusion at the graveside, almost everyone in attendance followed the family along the 'short cut' to Bruce's home. There they shared in the goat belly soup that Mrs. Grey had prepared, and the other refreshments that were set out on the lawn of his home. Many blessings were wished upon them, and finally they all drifted off to return to their own homes. "Almost nobody came to the funeral," observed Linda when she was alone with Bruce. "They all came to see you with the children, and were surprised to find it was us with the children. There is a lot of talk going on about us all around the district right now. If your ears are burning, then you will at least know why. We are the sensation of the year!" As they sat out back, the children began to gravitate to them, taking up empty chairs and setting them so they all ended up in a circle. Bruce asked each in turn how they felt about today, and was able to help even further in having each of them accept the tragedy and the change in fate that had befallen them. During the time they were there, Miss Chambers turned into Mommy or Mom for each of them, and somehow that made them feel a lot better. Mrs. Grey had also joined them, and became the one to sum up the situation. "You have somehow been brought together by the choice of God. I think this was in his plans all along, and you will be one of the finest families in all of Jamaica for his blessings are upon you all. It is a privilege for me to be a small part of all this, and I am very glad for all of you." "We have not made any definite decisions about this just yet," commented Bruce. "Don't you think we should have a chance to decide for ourselves?" "You will make the right decision, for God will see to that! You may need a little time to see that for yourselves, but there is no doubt in my mind what is going to happen. I hope you enjoy catching up with those of us that already know!" she concluded. "Alright, now," said Mrs. Grey. "I know that what was here was not your first choice in food, so why don't you all go into the kitchen for there is something there for you all?" Cassie got a ride up on Daddy's shoulders on the return to the house, and giggled as he dropped low to give her passage under the door frame. There on the table was a light meal set out for them, and they all turned to thank Mrs. Grey. She was not there, and they all went looking for her. She was outside, collecting chairs for stacking, and garbage for disposal in large plastic garbage bags. Everyone returned and pitched in, until everything was cleared up and Mrs. Grey was free to return to the kitchen with them. Only then did they sit at the table, and enjoy her thoughtful preparations of food lovingly prepared for them. Evening Conversations When Mrs. Grey was finally directed out of the door, not being allowed to finish up the work she wanted to do, the family headed for the living room. The television was ignored, and they all sat around, the younger ones wanting more information on the Mommy and Daddy relationship that they were all coming to recognize. "Daddy and I have not worked out anything between us, just yet," said Linda. "We need some time between us to sort out where we are going and you guys will be the first to know when we know. Okay?" To everyone's surprise, Daddy got up and crossed to before Mommy, knelt down on the floor and said, "Miss Linda Chambers, will you consider marrying this old man and making him happy for the rest of his life, while he does what he can to make you happy?" Linda's hands sprang up automatically to cover her wide open mouth, and the tears sprang up in her eyes. "Yes! Oh, Yes!" she said as she looked into the eyes of the man she loved so much. As the cheers of the children were ignored in the background, she found herself in his arms, and sharing kiss after kiss even as she climaxed. She never wanted to come out of his arms again. Finally, they separated, and paid attention to the children all around them. Everyone was as excited as if it was them that had just received the proposal. It took awhile for everyone to being seated again and then much conversation took place about the pending wedding. Linda remained outside the conversation for the most part, just happy to be with the man she would marry. Sara was the one to finally get up and say, "Okay guys, they need to be alone. Everyone to bed!" "Why do they need to be alone, Sara?" asked Delano. "Do you think they want to do some adult type thing?" "Can't you see they have already undressed each other?" said Sara. "Adults!" said Dwaine. "Yah! Parents!" said little Cassie. "Don't bother coming up to say goodnight, tonight, but we expect an extra hug and kiss tomorrow for each of us. Okay?" said Sara. "Okay, Sara!" said Linda with a big smile. As the kids rushed up the stairs, Bruce said to Linda, "Those kids are something else. But I have no intention of not saying goodnight to all of them!" "Me neither, Miracle Man!" said Linda. "You have worked wonders on five lives, and I believe that something bigger than us has guided each of us to this point. Please kiss me before we go up to the kids." They had enough time for several kisses, and then they headed upstairs together. Each of the children received a hug and kiss from each of the two parents, and were then tucked into bed. Then the adults headed into the master bedroom, and did what men and women do when behind closed doors. Planning For The Future Following breakfast, Linda remained at the kitchen table with Bruce. There was a lot of things she had been thinking about, and even though she had known this man intimately a relatively short time, she had known of him ever since he moved into the neighbourhood quite a few years ago. Her instincts told her that she could put her trust and faith in the man, but her intellect told her to be cautious, and leave herself a way out. Broaching the subject with Bruce, she asked him what she should do about her house. There was no hesitation about his answer, and that in itself gave her even more confidence in him. "My recommendation would be you should keep it. The value will not depreciate, so it is a sound investment. If you are not living in it, it would still require periodic maintenance, but that would be a minor inconvenience when you consider the potential value. When you have more confidence in our relationship, then you could consider renting it out, and put the cash down for any need you might have one day. Anything you bring up here should be inventoried before it comes in, or as it comes in. You have my word that I would never try to keep them from you should you decide to move for any reason. The utilities to the house should be discontinued for the moment, and they would always be easy to reinstate should you wish. How do you feel about not living there, by the way?" "Oh, I'm fine with that. There is a lot of sentiment in and about the house, but I have been living in the past too long, and need to replace that with a future, and that is right here." "With everything you have said being considered, I recommend that we go there, look at what there is there and what should be moved up here. There is lots of storage space for anything you want to keep, so please do not think it necessary to dispose of anything you don't want to. While we are there, you could pack up the smaller things like pictures and mementos and move them in a way to prevent any damage. There is likely to be the need to move all your clothes wardrobe as well, so you can have anything you need to wear close at hand. You can use the other walk in closet in our room." "There is a second closet like yours?" she asked. "There is, my lady, just in case I got lucky enough to find a lady I could call 'my lady'. You qualify perfectly!" "Thank you, my man!" she said with an exaggerated curtsey, from her seated position. "Let's go upstairs, and I will show you something that might be of interest, and helpful to your thinking about what there is to do." They left, hand in hand, and headed upstairs. Bruce opened the last door at one end of the upper landing. Inside was a self contained suite, with a separate kitchen, bathroom, living room and bedroom. "You could move your things into this apartment, and have your own private retreat should we ever have an argument. By locking yourself up in here, you could lock your sexy body away from my clutching grab." "We both know we will have arguments, but I don't want to lock my body away from your sexy body, for it is too much fun to get caught in your clutching grab. I guess we will just have to find another way to deal with our arguments." They both laughed and kissed, glad that the other had a similar sense of humour and that they understood each other. To add emphasis to the matter, Bruce 'grabbed' her buttocks, only to find his 'grabbed' in the same way. Leaving the children in the care of Mrs. Grey, they drove to Linda's house, and Bruce got the grand tour. It was not a large house, and everything would easily fit into the apartment he had shown her, and now was more convinced than ever that that would be the best move. Working independently, they packed up all the small items as had been suggested earlier. They also collected all food items from both the cupboards, and the refrigerator, for there was no point in them remaining there to spoil. The refrigerator was turned off and unplugged, so that it could defrost. By the time they packed everything into the car, it was a full car, barely leaving room for the two of them. At least at the other end they had a few extra volunteers as the kids all helped in carrying what they could up to the other apartment. Another trip was made, this time primarily for the clothes. She had a large collection, and even with the kids' help, it took quite a few trips up and down the stairs to get everything into her new closet. Those things which store in a dresser were stored in the second one in the main room and the shoes fit easily into the shoe rack in the bottom of the walk in closet. Under orders from Mrs. Grey, they had to sit down and eat lunch before they were allowed to go back to her house. Following lunch, they decided to take Delano along with them, for there would be a lot he could do to help. There was no shortage of enthusiasm on his part, either. Together, they were able to get down all the curtains and drapes from around the house, remove all the pictures from the walls, and collect the various small lamps. When they checked over the house, there only remained the larger pieces and a couple of rugs still to be moved, and they would take more than their car to have them move safely. There was considerable confidence that Mrs. Grey would know of some men that could handle the move, so the next big problem was to find a truck. Sure enough, Mrs. Grey knew of some men, and of a truck that could be available to move the furniture and appliances, and she got busy on the telephone to see what she could arrange. Almost an hour and a half later, she reported success, and said the truck and the men would be at Miss Chamber's house by nine o'clock the next morning. With a look between them, they both got up and headed for the car. If they were coming then, they needed to check to see what else should be moved before they arrived. The children were all allowed to go with them. When they got back to Bruce's house they had with them the television set, a video cassette player, a component stereo system, her computer system and a whole big bunch of throw cushions. Linda liked throw cushions! They were not allowed to unload however, for dinner was waiting for them. Following their dinner, the car was emptied, and everything moved into the apartment, and then they spent awhile making sure that what they had brought was put out of the way of the furniture that was to follow tomorrow. By the time they finished, everyone was well tired, Mrs. Grey had gone home earlier, and so they all had a shower, and headed into their beds. It had been a very busy day! Moving Day Bruce and Linda were at the house by eight thirty, and so were Mrs. Grey, the men she had arranged for, and the truck also of her arrangement. The house was opened, and the men went to work, with Linda running around worried about this or that being scratched. As they watched the men work, their concerns were put aside, for they were being very careful with everything, as if they were dealing with their own things. By ten o'clock, the house was empty, checked over carefully by both Linda and Bruce, and then they headed up the road to start the unloading process. When Mrs. Grey came upstairs to the apartment, everything was almost finished, so she gave them fifteen minutes to do whatever they needed to do, and then get downstairs to the kitchen for lunch. Her cooking and culinary skills were well known in the community, and a lunch she had prepared suited their fancy extremely well. They rushed to finish up, were paid by Bruce in cash, and then they all headed for the promised lunch. It was as good as they had anticipated, and their appetites were large enough after the work so that there were no leftovers. The men also liked how the family was there at the same table, eating the same lunch with them, and did not hesitate to tell them. All of them had been at the funeral just two days ago, and were pleased to see how the children were so contented in their new home. Following their departure after lunch, Linda and the children headed back upstairs and spent the afternoon straightening out the apartment. Bruce was called in for an hour's work hanging pictures around the walls, and then summarily evicted as soon as the last one was straightened. He was under orders to sit and relax. Since his relaxation was on the Internet, he went into the quiet study and started browsing the net, remaining there for the better part of the afternoon. Both Mrs. Grey and Bruce were asked to look over the apartment before they ate dinner, and they did, finding it looking very much as it had when it was at the house, with only the clothes and the personal grooming items absent, for they were in the master bedroom. Then they took in dinner, and an hour of relaxation before heading to bed. Even though they were very tired, the bed in the master bedroom still bounced for awhile before they lay with each other and drifted off to sleep. It had been another long day! Back To School The next day finally signaled a return to normality in that it began with breakfast and the children all went to school in the study. Mommy had to override the mentality that was one of closeness to the more remote standoff frame of that for Miss Chambers, and get them back to the get down to work frame of mind. Sara struck the final blow in the campaign when she stood up, told Dwaine off for his bad conduct, and required him to get down to work. Then the efforts were back to those of last week, and the learning progressed. Bruce took a trip into the major shopping center to pick up provisions that they needed, and attend to a few other pieces of business. He did also pick up a network card and wire for Linda's computer so that it could be hooked into the local area network. When he had checked earlier, he noticed it already had a T1 connector installed so he only needed some cable to hook it in and he already had sufficient left over for the connection. Upon returning to the house, the provisions were unloaded into the kitchen, and put into the appropriate storage locations. He then spent a short time putting in the network card, and connecting it to the network, and the Internet, and checking the performance of the system. While it was not quite as fast as his system, it was comparable to the other systems he had for the children, and sufficient for the purpose. Not too many systems had the speed of his system for his CPU was measured in gigahertz rather than megahertz used by most systems. Changing Circumstances During dinner, Bruce noticed Mrs. Grey was not quite her normal self, seemingly a little agitated for some reason. Excusing himself from the table, he got up and headed into the kitchen to speak with her. "You are bothered by something, Mrs. Grey, and that worries me," he said. "Has something or somebody in the family upset you?" "Not at all, Mr. Burns," she declared. "My house it giving me more trouble than I feel I can cope with now that I am there alone. Even with my various sons' help, I just can't keep abreast of all the repairs and work that it needs. I come here and feel so good, and by the time I reach my yard, everything seems to be all wrong." "Why don't you tell me what the house needs, and perhaps I will be able to help?" he suggested. "The grass needs to cut, the roof needs to be replaced, the windows need to be fixed and washed as it is almost impossible to see out them now. It is just too much for me to manage alone." "Have you any children that are in need of a place to live, that could come and help maintain it and the yard? Most of what you mentioned seems to be the day to day maintenance, and you are not taking any time to attend to those matters. You could of course, take some time off to deal with some of those things." "There is one boy that is living with his girl friend in her home, and he has talked about how difficult it is for them. As to taking some time off, I don't want to be away from here, because I am happy when I am here. I suppose I should, but I just can't see me doing that!" "Well here is a radical suggestion then. Why don't you allow your son and his lady to live at the house, and let them do the maintenance and repairs required. You could use the apartment in there," he said as he pointed to one side of the kitchen, "for a place to live, and still keep title for your own house." "You would put up with my living here," she asked. "What a ridiculous question," he said. "You are dedicating yourself seven days a week to my family and me, and neglecting everything else for it. How could I not want things to be better for you. Besides, I might have to starve myself to death if it were not for the fabulous cooking you provide us." "That is a big decision, Bruce," she said. "Please give me some time to think about it?" "You take whatever time you need, but be aware that I am willing to help wherever I can. Do not frustrate yourself, but talk to me. We can work something out!" "Thank you, sir," she said. "I will let you know." Bruce returned to the dining room where everyone else was still seated. Before he could sit down, Mrs. Grey followed him into the room, said to Linda, "Please forgive me for doing this to your man, dear." Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek firmly. "I like the idea, and accept!" she said into his ear, but still loud enough for everyone to hear. "I need to speak to my son," she continued, "so may I leave now and ask you all to clear up from dinner?" "We would be happy to do that," said Linda. "I don't know why, but any time we can help, just let us know." Mrs. Grey thanked both Linda and Bruce, and then was headed out and down the road. "Mrs. Grey has decided to take the apartment beside the kitchen and live there while her son and his lady takes care of her house. She tells me she is happy when she is here, and sad when she is at her home, so we are looking for her to be happy all the time." "That is wonderful news for all of us," said Linda. "She is so good at caring for the house and all our needs." Then everyone got busy and contributed to the clean up of dinner, except for Bruce. He got run off, and was not allowed to participate, but required to relax." Linda found Bruce a little later in the study and browsing the Internet. Bruce left what he was doing, and said to her, "There is one more thing that you need to know about members of the family. Delano and Sara have become sexually active for some time, and need the opportunity to be together once in awhile. The last time I was there, and was able to teach him a few things he needed to know. The big question would be, how do you feel about his activities with Sara?" "He is a little young, but I suppose it started back before your time. It would be very difficult to stop that now, and it best be allowed to happen. Sharing bedrooms with the younger would seem to be the biggest problem they have, though." "What if they participated at the same time as we were together with Sara?" he asked. "That is a new twist, but I have no problem in his involvement, as long as you are comfortable with it. Would he be active with Sara alone, or would there be other relationships, such as him with me?" "If you would be comfortable with that, I have no problem with the idea. I don't think he would be embarrassed, but even if he was, he would soon get over it. Do you want to give it a try tonight?" "We might as well, so that all our relationships would be open and above board." "Then I suggest you bathe the two boys tonight, starting with Dwaine, and then sending him to bed while you bathe Delano. I will bathe Cassie, and then Sara, and we can take the older downstairs on the pretext of wanting to talk to them. Okay?" "Okay, Bruce," she said. "Would you believe I am actually looking forward to it?" "The whole thing struck me as strange when it first came up, but I did enjoy the candor and open contact with him. Out of it, I now feel closer to him, and it has not interfered with the father/son relationship, but enhanced it." There was no chance for further conversation for the children entered the room having searched and finally found them. "Now I realize that this would be a bribe, if there was a hug and kiss in it for me, I might remember bringing back some cake and ice cream from the supermarket today. I just might be willing to share them if I was treated good." He got five hugs and five kisses, for even Linda got into the act. Next stop, the kitchen! "Alright, guys," said Bruce. "Mommy and I are going to make sure you have been doing things properly and we are going to bathe you this evening. Okay?" To his surprise, a chorus of cheers went up in answer. They seemed to like the idea. When they split up, Mommy went with the boys to their bathroom, while he took Cassie and Sara into the girls' bathroom. Neither Dwaine nor Cassie showed any hesitation about stripping, and were happily soaking themselves under the running shower, while Delano and Sara looked on from the background. As soon as they were finished, and dried off, they were pointed in the direction of their beds, while the other child was directed to get undressed. Once again there was no hesitation, and both were enjoying standing under the running water and being bathed by the attending adult. While Linda washed Delano's penis, it grew hard, and he turned a little embarrassed. When Mom said it was alright while she held it in her hand, he stopped worrying. Indeed, he enjoyed the contact. Even when she ran her hands all over him, including his buttocks, he was completely yielding and cooperative. Bruce, in the meantime, was openly exploring Sara, and she drank in every moment of contact, wearing a big smile until her sensual arousal started becoming too much and she just enjoyed his hands deliberately bring her to a climax. Then she stood before him to be dried off, and dispatched to the bedroom for a nightgown. Good nights were exchanged with the younger children, and then the adults traded places and said good night to the other child. The older two accompanied the adults out of the room, and instead of going downstairs, were turned towards the master bedroom. Dad removed Sara's nightgown as soon as the door was closed, and Mom then removed Delano's pajamas, leaving both the children naked, and smiling at each other. As Dad embraced Sara from behind, holding one of her breasts in his hand, Mom came up behind Delano and took hold of his erect penis. Both the children surrendered and enjoyed the touch they were receiving. Dad placed his free hand between Sara's legs, and started rubbing her clitoris, while Mom gently manipulated Delano's testicles. "You are both ready, so why don't you get on the bed and show us how it is done," said Mom. They were on the bed in a flash; Delano entered her vagina and was pumping his sister rapidly. Bruce and Linda barely had time to get their clothes off before Delano climaxed inside of Sara. Then the two naked adults lay down on either side of the two children, still joined at the crotch, and started touching the naked children all over their bodies. The only resistance offered was when one of their ticklish spots was touched. The children were separated, and each taken onto the naked adult of the opposite sex. They lay there, contented and allowed their bodies to be explored by the adult, and their lips to be kissed repeatedly as the feeling and excitement began to swell within them once again. Sara took the initiative and sat up, positioned herself, and sat down on his Dad's erect penis, enjoying the filling up of her insides as she moved further and further down, until finally she was sitting with her butt on his legs. Delano had seen what Sara was doing, and began pumping up and down, his penis rubbing against Mom's belly. She guided him down, positioned his penis with her hand, and he knew it was alright to enter her, which he did emphatically. While Delano pumped inside her, Mom turned to Dad and they exchanged a few kisses, before returning their full attention to the efforts of the children. Sara became somewhat frustrated the second time she lifted too high and Dad was no longer inside her. He took care of that by getting up, laying her on her back, and then he entered her; and the two guys enjoyed sex with their partners. Delano was the first to climax, and Bruce continued inside Sara for another couple of minutes before he released inside his little partner. When everyone had recovered they all sat and exchanged assurances that they enjoyed what had happened, and wanting it to happen again. They were assured it would, and that they were free to enjoy sex between them whenever they wished, but needed for it to remain known only to the small group of four. The younger children and Mrs. Grey were not to be aware of any such activities. This brought up the subject of the bedrooms being shared with the younger sibling of the same sex. "There are other bedrooms," said Dad, "and I intended to give each of you your own room once the younger were confident enough to sleep in a room by themselves." Both Sara and Delano said that they were ready now, and probably would be happy with having their own rooms. Dad assured them that the idea would be checked tomorrow and if they were alright with it, each would end up in their own rooms by the end of day. Before going to bed, they were led to the bathroom by Linda, and the four of them crowded into the shower again, primarily for a rinse off, but also some shared contact. Dad took Delano's erect penis in his hand, and even pumped it a couple of times before Mom bent down and started sucking it in her mouth. She was replaced after a few moments and Dad did the same thing to his son, while Sara was felt up my Mom. All the barriers were down, and they knew they were free to engage in sex with any of the others without hesitation. All of them dried off, and the kids got on their bed clothes, and took themselves back to their beds to enjoy some private thoughts on what had happened, and the sweetness of drifting off into a peaceful sleep. Separate Rooms When the idea of separate rooms came up, both Cassie and Dwaine were jumping with excitement at the idea. Even before the days lessons were started, the furniture items for the older children were moved into adjacent rooms, everyone was happy with the idea. They were not given much time to enjoy them however, as it was lesson time, and they were ordered downstairs to the study. Mrs. Grey had said she was ready to move up as soon as Mr. Burns said it was alright. When he confirmed it, she got on the telephone, and a couple of hours later, the same men that had moved Linda were there with her things. She would be staying there that night. Linda took over the lunch preparations to allow time for organizing her things in the apartment, and the kids worked at completing the assignments they had been given. By the time the children needed to return to their lessons, everything was in fairly good order, and Mrs. Grey took back her duties, starting with cleaning up after lunch. When the lessons were finished for the day, each of the children was anxious to explore the feeling of the privacy of their own room, all to themselves. They raced upstairs while Linda was held back by Bruce as she left the study. Rather than the kiss that she expected, he turned his attention to the upstairs, and moments later, Cassie was heard screaming. Again Bruce held back Linda who had turned to respond to the screams of a child. All the other children responded, and then they were headed back downstairs behind Cassie. She jumped up in Daddy's arms and wrapped her little legs around him. "Thank you, Daddy! Oh, Mommy, it is so beautiful! Thank you, Daddy! Come and look Mommy!" Everyone headed upstairs, and when they entered Cassie's room, they saw the reason for all the excitement; a doll house sat upon a little table, and inside were lights, furniture, appliances and small little dolls. "It's not her birthday, or Christmas!" said Dwaine. "No," said Daddy, "it is an 'I love her' day." Cassie was before her doll house, touching things and staring into each of the rooms. "By the way, Dwaine," said Daddy, "this happens to be an 'I love you, too,' day." It took Dwaine a few seconds to work out what Daddy had said, and then he bolted out of Cassie's room, heading for his own. Seconds later came the exclamation, "Holy cow!" Leaving Cassie to her doll house, everyone headed for Dwaine's room to find him examining the main box of several, being the components of a model train set with two trains, and lots of track. "Does it run by itself, or do I have to push it?" he asked almost of himself. "It runs on electricity, Dwaine," said Daddy. "You will find the part that you need to plug into the wall socket." "Oh, Daddy!" he declared as he got up and came over to Daddy. "I don't know what I did to get such a wonderful gift, but it is the best gift I have ever been given. Thank you, Daddy, and I love you, too...very much!" Then Bruce accepted his embrace before he sent him back to work on setting it up. Sara had left a short time before, and now came bounding back into the room, to fill the void in Daddy's arms that Dwaine had left. She did not say a word, but managed to mouth 'thank you' to Daddy, and then she took Mommy's hand and led her to her new room. There in one corner was a dressing table, with three mirrors, and on the top were a lot of different items, including lipsticks, and perfumes, body lotions, baby powder and others that could not be immediately identified. A little bench was before the table, with a soft padded top for her to sit on. Suddenly Sara was no longer looking at the new things before her, for she was wrapped around Daddy in the same way Cassie had been. Once Bruce got her down, she looked up into his eyes, and said, "I don't know how you could know I dreamed about something like this, and here it is. There is no way I can tell you how much it means to me, but I do say thank you, from the bottom of my heart." "You are welcome, Sara, but there is one rule goes with this," said Daddy. "You many not wear anything on that table outside the house unless Mommy approves first. Is that agreed?" "I don't quite understand why, but if that is how you say it must be, then that is how it will be. Thank you, Daddy, it is absolutely wonderful!" Delano was found sitting on his bed, and was doubled over. When Bruce put his hand on the boy's head and raised it up, he was crying and holding his side. "What's the matter son? Are you sick?" The boy just gestured with his hand that no, that was not the case. He was crying too hard to answer any differently. Bruce sat beside him, and the boy turned to him coming off the bed and into his Dad's arms. A couple of minutes later, the tears were subsiding, and he spurt out, "I've never been so happy, Dad. I love you so much!" Dad hung onto the boy, signaled to the girls to go back to their rooms, and he sat there with his son. Fighting to regain control over himself, Delano said, "I've seen them in video places, where you can play for a few minutes at a cost I could never afford. Now I have my own!" When Linda turned to see what he was referring to, she saw a television and on the table before it was a game controller, and several disks were laying around one side of the desk. She knew it was a video game system, and that even the television was a larger screen than her own. "Now, son," said Dad, "I know how tempting it will be, but you are going to end up with a warm bum if you play on it when you are supposed to be doing something else, like sleeping. Do you understand what I am saying to you?" "Yes, Dad," he replied. "You should know I will not do anything you tell me not to do, even though you giving me a spanking does not scare me at all. When you frown at me, it hurts more than any spanking I might get! If you were to be mad at me, I would want to die! I love you so much! Thank you, Dad! Thank you! Thank you!" "Alright, son," said Dad. "Why don't you go and see if you can figure out how to connect it, and call me if you need any help. If all else fails, read the instruction book. Okay?" "Okay, Dad," he said as he hugged his Dad once again. "Thank you, so much! I love you!" Linda had left the room moments ahead of him, now she was standing at the top of the stairs, and now she was in tears. The smile on her face said they were happy tears, so when he saw, Bruce said, "What?" "You really are the miracle man, and we are all so fortunate to have you in our lives. I can't think of any other man that would go to so much expense and trouble for his kids, and the happiness you have brought into their lives is beyond measurable. You may have bought those gifts for the children, but you also bought and paid for my heart." "Does that mean you won't be needing this?" he asked as he took out a small little box and opened it. Inside was a multi-stoned diamond ring. Linda's screams brought all the kids out of their rooms to find out what was happening. As soon as Bruce was able to peel her off of himself, he brought the ring up, took it out of the box and slipped it on her finger. Now the engagement was official! When the kids realized what was happening, the boys expressed some pleasure at it, how pretty the ring looked, and then they ran back into their rooms. Cassie had a little longer look, and a hug for Mommy, but she was also anxious to return to her room, and was soon gone. Sara was not quite so easy to get rid of, for she was dancing with Sara, or at least jumping up and down as they looked at the ring. He received numerous kisses from both his girls as they continued to chatter between each other, until finally Bruce gave her a sign to Sara for her to get lost at a moment when Linda's back was turned. She got the idea, and withdrew diplomatically a couple of minutes later, professing her need to use the bathroom. Finally Bruce and Linda were alone. Before there could be any further developments, Linda was picked up, carried into the bedroom where she enjoyed an hour of passionate love making. During the action, she was naked, except for the ring on her finger. When the couple finally emerged from the bedroom, they were late for dinner, and the kids had already eaten. That was a real shock to both Bruce and Linda, but then they noticed the reason. Mrs. Grey had set up small little table in one corner of the dinning room, complete with a vase of flowers and two tall candles. As Mrs. Grey entered the room, she was carrying two salad dishes which she placed on the table, and held her hand out for them to come and sit down. She did take the time to look at the ring and declare how beautiful it looked, and then she returned to the kitchen. The couple sat down for a romantic dinner. The children remained out of sight during the entire evening. When the couple decided to check on them, each was found in their own room, busy with the gift they had received earlier, so they returned to the living room and sat together, enjoying being with each other, and with no children bothering them. They were thinking of getting up to get the kids to bed when they heard a sound at the room door. There were the four children, in their bed clothes, and coming to say good night. It became obvious Sara was in charge, and had ensured they were bathed and came to them for their good nights, rather than making them visit each room. The youngest was sent over first, and each followed in progression and then went to their beds, leaving them alone. Except for one small little light off in one corner of the room, all the lights were out. The Dawn of Another Day Bruce and Linda arrived at the breakfast table before the children the next morning. Each came in and warm greetings were exchanged. When everyone else had said good morning to Mom and Dad and of course Mrs. Grey, Delano asked Dad to move his chair back for a moment. Puzzled, Bruce set his chair back from the table, and then Delano kneeled down beside him and bent over his lap. "I deserve a spanking, Dad. I snuck in an extra game last night, and stayed up later than I should have." Dad placed one good smack on the boy's bum, and then got him up, bringing him down to sit on his lap. "I love you, son," said Dad as he hugged the boy to his chest. Then pushing him away, he gave him a stern look and said, "If you can't be trusted to do as you are supposed to, I will put a timer on the power line for your room. Do I need to do that?" "I'm not sure, Dad. You might, for it is so hard to resist. I will try hard, and tell you if you need to put it on. Okay?" "Okay, son," replied Dad. "Now if you don't get off me and let me at my breakfast, you just might get the spanking you expected." The boy delayed long enough to give Dad a warm hug, and then he got up and went to his place at the table. As Mrs. Grey served the breakfast plates, she served Bruce last instead of first as she normally did. When she put his plate before him, she also planted a kiss on his cheek. "What a wonderful man you are, Mr. Bruce Burns. God bless you!" Then he was allowed to eat. At the end of the meal, Dad announced, "As you have all been very good about your school work, and since your teacher will be busy today, you all are to spend the day in your room, or visiting each others' rooms if you wish. It will only be for the one day, so make the most of it!" Following the chorus of thanks, they were all running up the stairs, followed by the smiles from the three adults. "I don't know if it comes from being an old man," said Linda, "but you sure have a way about you that gets me excited just by being with you." Bruce got up suddenly and went over to the radio playing softly in the background. Cranking up the sound rather loud, the tune playing had struck his fancy, and he began to dance. With her hands over her mouth, Linda watched for a few moments before she began to dance with him. By the time the music was done, all the kids had come down to see what was happening, for the radio was never played that loud before. "Go Daddy, Go!" came the encouragement from the side just as the music was about to end. Every single one of them left when the music was done and the volume turned back to normal, all with a smile on their face. Wedding Plans Most of the day was spend with Bruce and Linda working out wedding plans. Invitations, choice of minister and all the myriad of details were discussed, written down, some crossed off and new ones written. There was occasional input from Mrs. Grey, primarily about the reception that would follow. Taking the time out in the middle of the planning, they drove down the road to the church. The pastor lived in a residence built there, and they wanted to ask him about officiating at the service. He indicated he would be very pleased, and agreed to perform the service out of doors at the rear of Bruce's house. The reception would follow the service at the same place, some pavilions would be erected for the purpose, and to remain afterwards as features added to the property. They would be erected in a 'U' shape, with some canopy's occupying the center area. Bruce had other plans for the center, but was not willing to talk to anybody about it at this time. On the way back to their yard, Bruce noticed one of the men that had assisted Mrs. Grey and Linda, and stopped to ask him about building the pavilions. As he had the time, he came back up to the house with them, and learned what was wanted describ. With the use of some paper and pencil, he measured and worked out what it would take to do the job, and put an estimate on it. Bruce asked him to proceed as soon as he could before he left the yard. Bruce and Linda went back to the plans they were formulating, now with the help of some of the details being resolved. A little after lunch, a large truck pulled up to the gate along with the man Bruce had hired, and the truck was backed around behind the house. Then the load of materials was unloaded, and they received a cheque from Bruce in exchange. It was beginning a lot sooner than what Bruce had expected, and he was very pleased with how things were going. During the time he was talking with the contractor, he was asked if he and his lady could receive an invitation to the wedding, only to be told he was on the list from early on, even when the date had not been decided as yet. Indeed setting the date became one of the major items still to be decided. Even though it was only a couple of weeks from then, they liked the idea of holding the wedding on the Saturday between Emancipation, and Independence Day, two of the major holidays in Jamaica. When she checked, it was compatible with Linda's time of the month, and so it was resolved. Preparations needed to be put in high gear. Mrs. Grey was the first to confirm she would be ready for that date, and then the contractor said he would be finished 'long time' before then. Next, it was a trip into town and a meeting with a wedding coordinator service that was offered there. With that stop, they were able to order the invitations for delivery the next day, plan the menu for the reception, and bring a few other details they had not thought of under control. When they reached back at the yard, Mrs. Grey was somewhat upset about the catering service that would be provided, as she wanted to take care of all that. "There is no way you will be able to do that, Mrs. Grey," said Bruce. "You are to be on the guest side of the fence, not the service side on that day." With a little more argument, she finally gave in and accepted the decision. Over the next few days, everything began to fall into place. The pavilions were all up, and the roof tops were on the main one, and some of the one side. With the rate of progress, it would be done in good time. One morning, the contractor carried with him something he had made at home. It was a trellis for the two of them to walk under in a symbol of unity. He was too busy to listen to their thanks, for he had the roof tops to finish, but the smile indicated he was happy with what they had said, but just did not know how to take a compliment or thanks very well. The invitations were collected, and then distributed, mostly through personal delivery. A personal visit from the caterer was entertained, allowing for the finalization of most details, at least in his mind. Some invitations were extended by telephone as the island's mail service could not be relied upon, so a few phone calls were insurance all would go well, and nobody left out. There were a couple of days where the children's lessons were short cut to make time to do something required for the wedding, but they were as cooperative as it is possible for children to be. Their wardrobe had to be expanded to give them something appropriate to wear, and Linda was able to take care of that, giving them a chance and excuse to go out together and do things as a Mother and her family. Everyone was pleased, but non more than Bruce. Taking advantage of their absence, Bruce contacted the pastor, and held a private conversation with him about the service. While his request was unusual, giving the circumstances behind it, the idea received his blessing, and the specifics were worked out. As Linda needed to be aware and agree to the idea, she was brought into the picture and told of the arrangements. Even as she listened to Bruce, she sat barely listening as she stared and marveled at the man she would soon be married to, unable to reconcile her good fortune. When he finally finished with the details, she expressed her appreciation and approval in the way she felt most able to express herself, she shared her heart and body with him is some very passionate sex. Wedding Even though the time was relatively short, the days dragged on. The children continued with their lessons, finding them even more pleasurable than what they had imagined them or found them to be when they first started. Every day their teacher became closer as a mother, without any sacrifice of discipline. Indeed, by the time the wedding finally rolled around, they had all passed the point where they should have been in school, and were now going on into work they would normally receive in the coming school year. Thanks to the participation of Mrs. Grey, even the day of the wedding went quite smoothly. The adults had to be told to sit down at the breakfast table and eat, otherwise they would have continued with their scrambling around, but gave into the very stern orders from their housekeeper. When Bruce and Linda realized the caring she was showing, in unison, they placed a kiss on each of her cheeks. She responded with a smile and an order, "Sit!" which they did. Attendance at the service must have included almost everyone on the invitation list, and it was suspected that there were a few extras from the surrounding area that they did not even know. Provisions had been made to ensure they would not be short of anything, so there was no concern in accommodating them. It was Mrs. Grey, some days later, that told them they had become the leading citizens in the community, and everyone in the area had heard about them, and wanted to attend. One very large and unexpected occurrence happened to the delight of the bride and groom as well as the guests. The children of the school where Linda taught had been brought in to sing at the service, and their renditions had been coordinated with the wedding company and the pastor, so they fit in beautifully. In addition to the children, another surprise came in the form of the mayor of Montego Bay as he was in attendance, and would speak at the reception. The service went beautifully, and a good number of the ladies amongst the guests could be seen with their handkerchiefs, drying up the escaped tears. It was just before the presentation of the couple to the guests that the real tear maker was presented. Following the kissing of the bride by her groom, the children were called up and asked to stand before the pastor. "In so far as this couple has come together in matrimony," began the pastor, "and you are expected to be an important part of the family, it is now time for you to commit yourselves to this union and the relationship that has been formed. Do you, Sara Shakes, take this couple into your heart as your parents, to love, honour and respect them as your parents?" "I do," responded Sara through her tears. "Do you, Delano Shakes, take this couple into your heart as your parents, to love, honour and respect them as your parents?" "Oh yes! I do!" replied Delano. "Do you, Dwaine Shakes, take this couple into your heart as your parents, to love, honour and respect them as your parents?" "Yes, Sir, I do!" replied Dwaine. "Do you, Cassandra Shakes, take this couple into your heart as your parents, to love, honour and respect them as your parents?" "Does that mean they will be my Mommy and Daddy?" she asked to the delighted giggles from the guests. "Yes, Cassie," replied the pastor, "that is exactly what it means. "Then I sure do!" she replied as she tried to hide her embarrassment at the audience response. "Then with the power invested in me, I call upon the blessing of the almighty God upon these good people before me as a family, and for him to watch over them through the coming years. Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to present to you Mr. and Mrs. Burns, and their family." Bruce and Linda turned and started down the isle, followed by the four children, and surrounded by the very loud applause, whistles and comments thrown out by the audience. It was not until sometime during the reception that Miss Needham came up to the couple and said, "Never have I been so right in making a wrong decision. I am going to resurrect the file, and formalize the arrangements so that it will be part of the official records. Bless you both!" One of the speakers was the Mayor of Montego Bay, reporting that he felt compelled to attend as he had heard about the family from more than one source. Even though their home was outside the city, they frequented the city, and represented the quality of people that made him proud to serve as the mayor. Sometime during the evening, the couple and their children disappeared from the scene, and when their absence was noted, it was circulated that they had left on their honeymoon, and the children on a special vacation with them. The party continued for quite awhile after they vanished, and Mrs. Grey did not get to lock up the house until the small hours of the next morning. She was pleased at the outcome of the wedding and party, almost as much as if she had arranged everything herself. Honeymoon Unknown to Linda or the children, Bruce had arranged for them to spend a week at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel on the other side of Montego Bay from where they lived. For the week, they were pampered and catered to, swam in the sea and the pool, ate in the dining room, and sometimes in the privacy of their own room, spent time with the children and privately, and grew even closer as a family. Late one evening, they were swimming in the sea, when it was noticed that only they were there, and the children were a little way away, closer to the shore. They took advantage of the circumstances, and made love right there in the water. When Sara realized what was happening, she provided distraction for the other children, so they would not notice, and caught only occasional glances for herself. Everybody enjoyed the stay in a fancy hotel, but were quite happy when the day arrived to check out and return home. As it happened, their home was just as enjoyable to them as anyplace else they could thing of, and they had all their own things to occupy themselves with. While the food was quite good, what Mrs. Grey prepared for them was even better, and they missed her. That was very evident when they did arrive home, and every single one was greeted by her, and returned, with equal enthusiasm, their greetings. School Progress By the time November came around, it was quite evident that there were problems at school. The work the children had done at home had passed where the poor children at school were for all four of them. As a result, they were actually falling back rather than moving ahead with their learning, and this was becoming evident to Linda and even the school principal. A meeting was arranged in the early part of December, and they sat down as adults, to deal with the problem. Even though it was recognized that they had done so well at home, Linda was a valuable asset at the school, being one of the teachers and holding a distinguished reputation. Socializing with others their own age was also important for the children, as well as the recognized need to do the standardized testing that applied to all school children on the island. It was a struggle, but Bruce finally came up with a proposed solution after he withdrew from the meeting long enough to think about the matter. He suggested that the children attend school two days per week, and spend the other three at home, receiving private lessons. The student teacher working with Linda would take her class on those days, and thereby provide him with a better experience at teaching, while still being supervised and guided by his mentor. That struck everyone as a good idea, and he was asked to come down and join the meeting. When he found the idea quite good, and believed he could handle the responsibilities, it became agreed and arranged. Tuesdays and Thursdays would be attended at school, while the other three days were to be worked at home. They would be marked present by their teachers on those missed days, and neither the board nor the ministry of education would be informed. When the children learned of the new arrangements, they were ecstatic, and knew they would be better off for learning and still be able to have fun with others of their age. The next day would be an 'at home' school day.