{ASST} Street_Kids {Mr_Ed} bg, Mg, Mbgg, ped, anal, span, 1st, cons, voy 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. Street Kids By: Mr. Ed Bruce could see she was in trouble, and it didn't matter that he didn't know her. Some of those picking on her had troubled him before, and he was still angry about that. It was a pleasure to pick up a piece of board, and drop the leader with one blow to the back of his knees. As Bruce stood over the fallen youth, certainly older than himself, while the other kids that had been helping took off to disappear down the street. "You need any more to know you will never bother me or this girl ever again?" demanded Bruce of the youth. "You wouldn't be so damned tough without that board," he declared. Bruce tossed it aside and stepped back to let him get to his feet. "Come on, big shot," beckoned Bruce. "Try and teach me what you want! I will teach you to never bother me again!" The youth started forward, changed his mind, and ran off to disappear with his already missing friends. "Come on, and let me get you safely away from this neighbourhood," he told the girl. "That was so brave of you to take on so many," she said as she scrambled to keep up with him. "What, those cowards?" he responded. "Sorry to rush you, but just in case they want to come back, I don't want you around. Do you live anywhere around here?" "No," she replied. "I don't have anywhere to live." That brought Bruce to a momentary halt, and then he continued on his way in a slightly different direction, still leading her away from the area. Once they crossed a major street, and gone down another side street, he slowed and began to talk to her. "My name if Bruce, and why are you living on the streets like me?" "Because my father likes to get into my panties, and feel me up," she told him. "I'll never let him do that again! My name is Janet." "I left home because I was tired of getting beat up," he said. "It's a tough life on the streets, though, Janet. Are you sure you're up to it?" "I'm scared as hell, and just as hungry," she told him. "I have a little food at my place, so if you're not scared of me, you could have some. It's not that far from here." "If you'd share some with me, I'd be grateful, Bruce," she replied. "You're the first person that I'm not so afraid of." "But you're still afraid of me," he surmised. "Look Janet, I won't hurt you, and will protect you while you stick with me. One thing you'll have to promise me, though. When you leave where I live, you won't tell anyone about where it is, ever!" "If I cross my heart and promise not to tell, may I come with you?" she asked. "Just the promise is enough, Janet," he said with a big smile. "Come on, let's get you some food!" Bruce went down small alley ways, between buildings, and then finally came up behind what looked like a row of abandoned garages. Using an unlocked window, he climbed inside one, and then helped her to climb in after him. Janet looked around inside the dimly light garage, and saw how he had used boxes and things to make furniture. Over in one corner lay what appeared to be his bed, a piece of foam wrapped in some clothes. There were a few gaps in the cover so the foam still showed. From inside a metal box, he took a part loaf of bread, and a single tomato. Using a knife he had stored in his shoe, he sliced the bread into four slices, and then put back the remainder into the metal box. Then he carefully sliced the tomato, and placed each slice on two of the pieces of bread. When it had finished, he covered both slices with the remaining two, and indicated she was to take one. He took the other and began to eat. "Oh, Bruce, this is good," she declared after the first bite. "Thanks!" "You're welcome," he said. "Don't usually get to be so polite out here. Makes it kind of nice!" "You're my hero," she said quietly. "Do you live here alone?" "Forget the hero stuff, and yea, I live here alone. What are you going to do?" "Beg you to let me stay with you," she said. "I will try to keep out of your way, and help you any way I can." "I'm a guy, Janet," he pointed out. "Wouldn't you be afraid of being with a guy alone at night? I only have one bed." "The way I see it, you're a lot nicer than anyone else I've met, so I'd take my chances with you, even if you did stuff that scares me." "You mean like your dad did," he suggested. "Yea, but I don't like thinking of him as my Dad. Dad's are nice people, and he's my father...not so nice at all!" "What you have inside your panties is safe with me, Janet," he told her. "It's going to be kind of tight to sleep on the one bed, but if you want, I'll give it a try. Just remember, I don't want anyone to see either of us coming in or going out from here. This is my secret place, and I had a tough job finding it in the first place." "I understand Bruce, and thanks! I don't even feel that scared anymore. You're a super nice guy, and don't deserve to be on the streets." "Look at who's talking," he pointed out as he finished his sandwich. "I guess I'll have to go steal something more for us to eat later." "That sounds scary, but let me help," she requested. "Just tell me what to do." "Maybe you could be a look out," he suggested. "Let me think about that." "That was so good, Bruce," she declared a few moments later. "I hadn't eaten since day before yesterday. Thanks again." "Maybe I can steal a little more for us to eat tonight then," he stated. "How about some bully beef?" "What's that?" she asked. "Corned beef," he told her. "That's what it means," she exclaimed. "That would be nice, but anything would be nice, Bruce." "Okay, let me get up the courage to do what I have to," he instructed her. Five minutes later, Bruce lead Janet out of the hideout, and down the lane, turned up yet another, and then came up behind the back of a store. "Do you think you could find your way back to my place if I got caught?" he asked. "Please don't get caught," she begged. "I think I could find it but I want you to be there with me!" "Trust me, I don't want to get caught," he said. "That was just in case. Okay, this time you stay here, and take off if you hear any sort of fuss or noises. I should be back in a couple of minutes." "Be careful," she called out as he headed towards the store back entrance. The waiting was almost painful, but when she saw him running back out of the store, she took off in the direction they had come, and was soon following him back to his hideout. Both took boxes to sit on while they caught their breath once inside. "Bully beef, tomato for tomorrow lunch, and bread," he pointed out his prizes. Janet watched as he got a book out of his metal box, and carefully wrote down what he had stolen, and the price off of each, which he added to other items he had listed. "One day, I'm going to pay back that man," he declared as he put back the book and pencil. "You write down what you steal?" she asked. "I steal because I have to, but hate doing it," he said. "I'll pay back everything one day!" "That makes me the luckiest girl alive to have found you then, Bruce," she declared. "Nobody else would ever do that, or care about doing it." "I'm me, Janet," he declared. "I don't much care about anybody else or what they may do. You know, you are kind of cute, Janet." "Gosh, thanks, Bruce," she said, blushing. "Well that brings up the next problem," he said. "I guess you need to know where to get water, so you better come with me. You bring that smaller bottle, and I'll take the big one. That can be for drinking water, since we'll need more water for us to bathe in. By the way, watch out for this nail head," he said pointing out one on the window they used to get in and out. "I've been caught more than once." It was not far to where they could get water from an outside tap behind a building, and filled up the two bottles before heading back. "When I've shown you where and how, I'll come out and keep guard while you bathe," he told her. "Hope you don't mind using the same bar of soap and cloth, 'cause I only have the one of each." "And you will share them with me while you are guarding me," she stated. "Bruce, you're something else. I'm going to end up in love with you!" "We're too young to be thinking about love, Janet," he exclaimed. "Go on in first this time, and let me see how you manage it." Once inside, he got out a small plastic pan, poured half the water from the bigger jug into it, got a bar of soap laying on the frame of an unused window, and then a cloth hanging from a nail just above. These he handed her, and said, "Call out when it is safe for me to come back in, but not too loud so others would hear you." Bruce remained outside for awhile, keeping his eyes open, but thinking about how nice it was to have somebody to share his space with. That it was a girl made it extra nice, even if it meant some problems for him. When she called out, he went to the window and asked for the water pan. The water he threw into the nearby bushes before returning inside. "Okay, Janet, since I don't want you to wait outside, can I trust you to turn and not watch while I do the important parts of myself?" "Sure, Bruce," she said. "Not yet of course," he said. "The upper part is no big deal, it's just the part in the middle," he added as his shirt came off. Then the other half of the water bottle was added to the wash pan before he removed his slacks and started to wash himself. "Want me to do your back, Bruce?" she asked. "Hey, that's a great idea," he agreed. "Thanks Janet." "Trust me, this is my pleasure," she said. "My hero deserves the best I can offer." "Do you have to make me blush?" he asked as he turned and tickled her waist. "Mercy," she cried out, but quietly. "You know, Janet, I kind of like you being here," he said. "I'll do my best to take good care of you, if you want to try and stick it out with me." "There's nothing I want more than that, Bruce," she said. "I don't care what you say, I do love you!" "Be quiet and let me do under my briefs," he told her. She went to sit down, covered her face with her hands, and he dropped his briefs while he washed his butt and erect penis. She had gotten him excited when he got to tickle her, and hear her little giggle. As soon as he got himself as dry as possible with a damp cloth, he pulled up his briefs, and quickly did the rest of his legs before telling her he was done and he was already putting on his slacks. "When you're ready, I'm going to want you to do something, Bruce," she told him as she looked straight at him. "As long as I can, than sure, Janet," he said. "I'll be done in a minute." Once the water was tossed out, and the pan rinsed out with a little drinking water, Bruce put his things away, and then sat down next to her. "What would you like me to do for you?" Janet got up, went to face his bed, and then undid and lowered her slacks, and panties at the same time. "I want you to spank me, Bruce," she said as she stretched out on his bed face down. "I cheated on you and saw your hard penis while you were bathing." "Oh, shit!" he exclaimed. "Oh well, that means I don't have to go out when you bathe tomorrow," he stated. "Pull up your panties and slacks, for I won't be spanking any bum that looks so sweet." "But I broke my promise," she reminded him. "I know, but you also could have gotten away with it, and yet still told me. Besides, I want to watch you bathe tomorrow, for what I'm seeing is so very fine indeed!" Janet pulled her panties up in place, and then sat up on her heels. "You're one super guy, Bruce, and I swear I will not cheat on you again." "The cheating isn't so bad, Janet, but your word should be your bond, and that I am not very happy about you breaking. Please let this be the only time, for I want to trust you, but can't if you don't keep your word to me." "It's a deal," she said, offering to shake his hand. Bruce took the offered hand, and placed a kiss on the back of it. "Better get ready for supper he said before he got up to go to the metal pan and the food he had stolen. "We have a long night ahead, so be prepared to be bored." "As long as you're here, I'm not going to be bored," she responded as her slacks were pulled up and fastened. It had not been the smallest of all the can sizes he had stolen, and it meant each of them could have two full sandwiches each, and the filling was almost a quarter of an inch think inside each one. Bruce was happy at the bounty he had brought to their meal that night, and watched her take the first bite with pride. He had got it for her, and that made him feel good! Each of them took little drinks from the drinking water bottle as they needed it, and finished the meal with smiles interrupting their chewing every once in awhile. The evening was long and a time for sharing stories about what had happened to them back in their homes. As darkness was coming down, Bruce noticed the approach, and realized it was time to tell her about the night. "Usually what I do at night, Janet, is slip my shirt and slacks off so they don't get too messed up. It's up to you what you do, but you can decide when it's too dark for me to see your private parts or underwear." "Since I've got to bathe in front of you tomorrow, what's the difference if you see me now?" she asked. "I didn't really intend to watch you tomorrow, Janet," he told her. "I just said that to make you worry a bit. You could keep on everything if you want, you know." "No, Bruce," she said as her slacks were being removed. "I'm doing it your way, for this is your home, and you're in charge here." When she undid and removed her blouse, she had nothing underneath but her bare skin. There were two small mounds on her chest behind very small nipples, the future breasts she would grow. Bruce removed his shirt and slacks, and set both her things and his down to keep them neat overnight. Then he guided her down onto his mattress, and lay down beside her. "There's one thing I forgot to tell you, Janet," he said. "If you need to have a pee during the night, I have a bottle right here at the side of the bed. Just pee into it, but put it back the same place in case I need to go too." "Would it be okay if I put my shirt over me?" she asked. "I feel a little cool already." "I think I remember I was a little cold last night when I woke up," he said. "I'll get a cover I have for when it gets cold. I'm probably more used to it than you, so you will need it more," he explained as he collected the sheet from inside a box he had. Once he had it spread out over them, he lay back down at her back and pulled her hair away from hanging over her face. "I've been scared since before I left my house, Bruce, and now is the first time I'm not scared anymore," she told him as she moved a little closer to him. "Since I don't want to scare you at all, then don't come any closer, Janet," he instructed. "I wouldn't be scared if you held me, Bruce," she said. "If you felt how hard my penis was, you'd be scared, Janet. You are pretty, after all, and I am still a guy. This is pretty sexy you know, being here with you." They lay still for nearly a minute before Janet moved back and pressed her butt against his erection, and pulled his arm over her to put his hand on one of her small little breast bumps, just barely started. She held it there until he started to knead her and then let his hand go as he continued to feel it and the other one. They fell asleep like that awhile later. Daylight was seeping in when Bruce awoke, and looked to see Janet standing at the foot of the bed, legs spread and peeing into the bottle. Looking away, he said, "Morning Janet, but please don't take too long. I've got to pee real bad!" "Come and pee the same time," she suggested, and he was too anxious to ignore. Dropping his briefs out of the way, he put his penis at the same bottle opening, which meant it was touching her vulva, and let the stream join hers. "Oh, man it feels good when you have to go and finally do," he exclaimed. "I know, and mine is still coming. I hope we don't overflow the bottle!" "Do you realize how sexy this is?" he asked. "I'm actually touching your cunt with the head of my cock, Janet." "I know, and I've never seen a guy's cock so close or clearly," she reported. "We don't have much to hide anymore I guess." "Please let me finish before getting hard you stupid cock," he pleaded. "There," she exclaimed. "I'm done so take the bottle and fill her up!" "You shouldn't have said 'up' because it won't stop going that way now," he said. By the time he was finished peeing, or had the flow cut off by his erection, he was totally erect. "Maybe I will watch you while you bathe this afternoon, Janet," he stated. "You really are sweet to look at." "Then I get to watch you too," she said. "Does it hurt when it's up like that?" "It feels nice," he told her. "The big problem I'm going to have is when it's like this, I want to jerk off, like I want to right now. Please pull up your panties, and get dressed, Janet. It's the only way I have a chance of getting this back down." "Why don't I let you look while you jerk off, as you called it? You could come into the pee bottle when you're ready." "With a girl watching," he said as he slowly pumped his erection. "Well, I've never had a real cunt to look at while I do it, so could it be a secret?" "I'd be more embarrassed about anyone knowing than you, Bruce," she pointed out. "Besides, I owe you so much, and this is no big deal." "It is to me, Janet," he reported. "Oh, Janet, this is good. Bare breasts and cunt right in front of my cock! Oh yea, I'm going to come," he said as Janet passed him the pee bottle, top removed. He got the bottle to the head of his penis less than a second before the first shot squirted out into the pee already there, and Janet got to see a guy's seed coming out the end of his cock. "The next time, I'll pump it for you if you want, Bruce, now that I know how to do it by watching you." "I'm supposed to be protecting you, not doing this!" he declared. "This must be scary to you." "It's exciting, but not scary, Bruce," she reported. "Thanks for letting me see and learn about guys like this, Bruce." Bruce pulled up his briefs, came over to her, and pulled up her panties before putting his hands on her shoulders. "Now I want you to stay with me, Janet. I want to press my cock against your bum again tonight, so please stay with me." "The way I feel about you, Bruce, means I have to, and will let you press your cock against my bum like you did last night as often as you want." "Let's get dressed and see what we can find out there today to make our bellies a little fuller," he suggested, and started getting his clothes on. Janet went along with it, and started getting dressed as well. Before leaving their home, Bruce sliced two pieces of bread for them, and then decided to cut another two pieces. There was nothing to put on the bread, but it still helped remove the empty feeling of their bellies. Then it was out the window, and the beginning of the search for a means to sustain themselves. Janet learned a lot of things that first morning, including begging for money, at which she was rather successful, how to run from danger, and even how to look innocent when the police were around. Thanks to her success with begging, they were able to buy a bottle of orange squash to make themselves something to drink other than water, and another tin of bully beef for them to have for supper. They still had enough bread for both their lunch and supper, so did not bother with that, nor did they need to worry about their lunch for the tomato was a tasty treat they both were looking forward to having. They were almost jubilant when they reached back to their hideout in time for lunch. "You did really good, Janet," he reported as they were getting the lunch ready. "I won't even have to steal for supper today." "It was a little scary at first, but when I got so much so easy, I could handle that much fear. I'm glad I was able to be helpful to you though Bruce." "I'm proud of you, Janet," he declared. "What it means is we can goof off this afternoon, and not have to worry again until tomorrow." "Why don't we use the remaining money to buy a hand of bananas?" she suggested. "Do you still have some money?" he asked. "Fifty dollars," she confirmed. "That would be enough, so if it's bananas you want, it will be bananas you get." Both were feeling good about themselves, and kept smiling as they ate their tomato sandwiches. It was after Janet put her last bite into her mouth that she came over to kneel beside him, and placed her hand over the bulge of his erection inside his pants. "Yesterday I would have fought anybody trying to do that, but it feels nice when you do it, Janet. Thanks!" "How'd you like me to take it out for a few minutes?" she asked. "I think I'd like that really fine," he replied with a smile. Janet undid his slacks, pulled the zipper down, and then located and drew out his penis through the opening in his briefs. To Bruce's great surprise, she leaned over and put the end in his mouth, and began to suck on it. "Oh, Janet, that's good!" he exclaimed. When she stopped, she looked up into his face and asked, "Do you want to rub it against my butt until you come? It can always wash off with a little water." "You'd let me do that, and not be scared?" he asked. "I'd like you to do that, and no, I wouldn't be scared of you, Bruce. I love you!" "Then yea, I'd like to do that, Janet," he confirmed. "Then get ready," she said as she got up and began to undress. "We don't want any to get on our clothes, so it would be best if we didn't have anything on." "Good thinking," he agreed, and removed his own clothes. When both were naked, Janet stretched out on their bed, face down, and spread her legs enough for him to see between them. Getting down over top of her, Bruce pointed his penis at the top of her bum crack, and then slid it down the crack all the way to the floor, feeling both her holes in the process. Then he pressed the shaft into her crack and began to slide it up and down the crack. "Did you feel it when it was touching my asshole, Bruce?" she asked. "Yea, I did, and it felt nice," he reported. "Slide it down and touch there again," she suggested. "Lower...a little...there!" "It's poking inside your asshole a little," he reported. "I know," she exclaimed. "Press it a little deeper," she suggested as she pushed her butt up into the air to get a little closer. "Deeper Bruce...oh man this is good! Deeper!" "It's all the way up your bum," he reported finally. "I like how it feels," she said. "Come up in my ass, Bruce. Give me an ass fuck!" "I want to, Janet," he admitted. "This is really good!" "I want you to do it to me too, Bruce," she admitted. "Just do it to me!" Desire was there, permission given so Bruce began fucking Janet's asshole, going in and out over and over again, pressing his belly tight against her bare ass, and then finally he climaxed up inside of her rectum, and he let his juices flow into her. "This was my first fuck in a girl," admitted Bruce. "It was wonderful!" "It was my first too, Bruce, and it was wonderful! I like feeling it go inside me like that. I hope you want to come up there again, for this is great!" "Then you can count on it, Janet," he told her. "When I come out, I want to get a real close look at your butt," he reported. "It's yours to see, play with, spank or do anything you want to do to it, including fucking it!" "What is with you and spankings?" he asked. "Do you want to get it spanked?" "That's what my father used to do to get into my panties at first," she reported. "It was kind of nice at first, especially when he spanked me in front of my girlfriends one day. I think I'd feel more like your girl if you did give me one." "I remember when I was little hearing a girl getting her bare bum spanked by her mother one day, and thought it was kind of sexy to think about," he admitted. "So try it now," she said. "Turn it nice and red while you're watching me get it!" "Wouldn't you cry if it was that hard?" he questioned. "I want you to make me cry, Bruce," she pleaded. "Really, really make me feel it as it turns red, and I am crying." This was uncertain grounds, and Bruce had no idea of what it might feel like as he raised his hand high in the air. When he brought it down to land on one cheek of her bum, he felt the warmth of her flesh under his hand, saw it bounce a little from the blow, and when he lifted his hand again, saw how it had turned a little pink. The second blow landed on the same place, caused her to moan a little and bounced really nicely. When he saw how it was not pink anymore, but almost red, he put his hand back on it and caressed it gently. "I know you get turned on by this, Janet, but I hate doing it!" exclaimed Bruce. "Wouldn't you rather get turned on by me playing with your butt or something else?" "Would you play rough enough with me to make me feel like I'm yours, then?" she asked. "I don't want you to do anything that you hate, but I really want to be yours!" "How about like this?" he asked as he pushed his finger up into her asshole. He was feeling inside an empty place, up inside her bare bum. "Oh, yea, that's good," she exclaimed. "You want to play with my cunt at the same time?" she asked as she pushed her butt up into the air, her legs spread well apart. With her spread like that, Bruce could see the folds of skin that formed her clitoris, although he did not know what it was called. Knowing it was the sex part of a girl and that she was his girl now, was enough that he reached out to explore how it felt under his fingers. Janet responded by pushing against his hand, so he rubbed harder and made her moan. Seeing a hint of something more in between the folds of skin, he spread them apart, and found himself looking up inside her body. He knew this had to be her fuck hole. Holding the parts as wide apart as he could, he continued to feel around with the finger up inside her asshole, knowing he had already fucked her in the same hole. He also knew he was going to be able to get his cock into this front hole she was letting him see. "This is pure sexy," he whispered, his breath blowing against her opening, for he was that close. "I can see up inside you, Janet!" "Oh, Bruce!" she exclaimed. "I like that! I want to be yours forever!" "Does that mean you want me to put my cock up into you?" he asked. "I think that would do it," she responded. "That's supposed to be the big thing, so do it for me. Make me yours!" Getting up behind Janet, Bruce was almost light headed as he pointed his cock to her hole, and felt the first moment of contact. She moaned as it went in up to the barrier he had seen, and knew there was a small opening that went even deeper. When he felt he had his cock in the right place, he pressed, but not too hard against where he thought the hole was, and heard Janet whimper. "Is it hurting you, Janet?" he asked. "A little, but it's supposed to," she replied. "It's my first time!" "You want me to stop?" he asked. "No, no!" she exclaimed. "Please don't do that! Claim me...press it hard!" It did not take much more pressure to get it in the rest of the way, causing her to moan even louder than before. "We're fucking," he whispered aloud. "You wanted to do this, didn't you, Bruce?" she asked. "Sure I did, but I didn't like hurting you," he replied. "That's the way it is for a girl," she told him. "It's stopped burning, so finish making me yours, Bruce. I love you!" Bruce watched as he pulled it part way out, and then as he pushed it back inside his girl. Instincts took over, and be began to pump in and out, over and over again, claiming her for himself, just as she wanted him to. She was naked, and so exposed to him that he knew this was special, and would be his when he wanted to do it to her again. Then again, it was not something he was doing to her, but it was with her, and that made it even more special. His climax did not take very long to come, and he was happy when she made sounds of having one too, even as his seed filled up inside her vagina. All afternoon and evening they remained in their hideout except for when Bruce came out to fill up the water bottles. The rest of the day was spent talking, sitting close to each other, or having sex again. It was a good day, peaceful, sensual, and filled with love that went beyond the sex. They knew they'd remain a couple from then on. The next day, it was necessary to come out, for they needed some food to satisfy both lunch and supper. Anxious to get back to their hideout, Bruce elected to steal a little more from the grocery store, and the two of them headed there. Leaving her outside, he went in alone to see what he could get. This time, however, he was not so lucky, and was caught by the owner, and held. Bruce tried to break free, but couldn't manage to get loose. His heart sank when he saw another man holding onto Janet and pulling her into the store where he was being held. "Janet didn't have anything to do with stealing from you," he reported. "Let her go, for I'm the only one that's been taking things. Go back to our hideout, Janet, and be careful." "She's not going anywhere, and neither are you, Son," said the owner. "Thank you for stopping the fighting, but neither of you needs to run away. All I want to do is talk to you both. She's your girlfriend, is she?" "Yes, Sir, but she didn't take anything from you!" responded Bruce. "But she ate some of what you took, didn't she?" he persisted. "That's not a reason to hold her, Sir. I left you a note saying I'd pay you back!" "He has a list of everything he ever took, Mister," offered Janet. "Does he now?" responded the owner. "Tell me, does he take good care of you?" "The best, Sir!" she exclaimed. "I love him with all my heart!" "Sir, I promise I won't run away, but please let her go. She's innocent, and it's me that you want to catch," reiterated Bruce. "But she needs as much care or even more than you do," he stated. "I'm not going to do anything but make a deal with you so you can eat better. What you're taking is not good nourishing food, it's only a belly filler!" "I didn't want to steal more than what I had to," he said. "I don't understand what you mean, Sir!" "Before I try to explain, let me ask you just a couple of questions," he said. "Are you having sex with your girlfriend, and where do you live?" "Our place is a secret, and I really don't want to tell anyone, Sir," replied Bruce. "As to sex, yes we do sometimes." "But the place you live doesn't have everything you need to make life good for you girl, does it?" he persisted. "It's shit, but it's home," replied Bruce. "We're safe there." "Last question," said the store owner. "Why are you living there?" "Janet will have to tell you if she wants to, but I got tired of being beaten," reported Bruce. "My father wanted my panties off too often," offered Janet. "But you have sex with your boyfriend," he pointed out. "He doesn't force me, and I want to have sex with him. He's so good to me, Sir, and I know he hates stealing from anybody. Please, could you let him go?" "Janet, you and your boyfriend are both in need of some help, and I can give that to you. I'm real sorry about why you live where you do, but I know that little piece of sponge I left out would not be a very good bed for the two of you. It's going to be cold soon as well, and that's no way to live." "You left it for me to find?" asked Bruce, now beginning to understand. "You have been trying to help me!" "I've been trying to catch you so I could help, but you're too fast for me. I had to set a trap to catch you, but you didn't come here yesterday. Well, at least I have you now, and now we can make things better for both of you!" "In an abandoned garage, Sir," reported Bruce. "We live in an abandoned garage, but nobody troubles us there." "Then, if it's the ones I think it might be, I've got you just in time. Next week, they will be torn down and a new building put up there." Bruce felt his blood run cold at the thought of loosing his home, and that was devastating to hear. Dropping to the floor, he buried his head in his hands, at a total loss about what to do or say. Suddenly, Janet was at his side. "I think the man wants to help us, Bruce," she said. "Listen to what he has to say now." "So that's your name, is it Bruce," he commented. "Your little lady is right, Bruce, so get control, come up and talk to me. Are you hungry right now?" Bruce looked up as he shook his head to say 'no', and looked at the man's smiling eyes. This was not something he had expected, and his sense of caution was in high gear, but beginning to let him see through. When the man offered him his hand to help him up, Bruce looked at it, accepted it, and was drawn up onto his feet. "I'm talking to both of you, but you seem to be in charge, Bruce," said the man. "My name is Chan, and I live not too far from here. My house has a separate basement, with a locked door in between there and the upstairs, but it is a separate apartment as well. You kids need help, and a proper place to stay. I'll let you stay there, if you are willing to. Now I can't be supplying you food for free, so what I suggest is you come and help me with my business, stock shelves and stuff, and I'll pay you by supplying you and your lady with food to eat. It will be better than what you get to eat now too, for you can't keep going on what you've been stealing." "Instead of calling the police and having me locked up, you want to give me a place to live, a job and food to eat, Mr. Chan?" he questioned. "Almost right," he replied. "It's not just you, but both of you that I'm offering to help. I'm sure Janet could do some things around the store to help too!" "Sure I could, Mr. Chan," she confirmed. "You are such a nice man, Sir!" "When I saw the note that Bruce left me, I knew he was a pretty nice young man too," said Mr. Chan. "Now that I've met both of you, I am getting excited about you living downstairs from me. You're both good kids. Come to think of it, you should be using condoms, Bruce, so let me get you a few before you leave here, even if you don't accept my offer." "You wouldn't want to do anything to Janet, would you, Mr. Chan?" asked Bruce. "No, Bruce, I would not want sex with either of you, but I want you to not make any babies at such a young age either." "I used to feel bad every time I took anything from your store, but now I feel even worse," reported Bruce. "Mr. Chan, if you are so kind, you will find I can work very hard, and will do as good a job as I possibly can for you, Sir!" "Me too, Mr. Chan," declared Janet from beside him. "Bruce is too good for where he is now, but wherever he is, I'm going to stick with him!" "Good!" he exclaimed. "I can't take you there until later, but right now, what you could do is go back to your hide out, get anything that you need from there, and then come back. By then, I will have some leftovers warmed up for us to share for lunch." "A hot lunch?" questioned Bruce. "You'll be able to have hot meals in your new place, Bruce," stated Mr. Chan. "There is a small stove, a little fridge, a proper bed, and I could find a few blankets for the cold months coming, and it won't be torn down for a new building either. The bathroom is pretty small though, and neither of you would have much privacy from each other." "It sounds like paradise, Mr. Chan," stated Janet. "I can't cook much, but I can do a few things." "But you'll have to learn how to do Chinese cooking, for that is such a good healthy way to cook. I'll show you things like that, if you let me come down and visit on days when the store is closed. Or, you could come up and watch my wife or me upstairs, if you'd prefer." "Both sound wonderful, Mr. Chan, and I don't know how to say thank you enough," said Bruce. "This is better than anybody could have hoped for!" "What you don't know is how I had to survive before I got out from my home country," offered Mr. Chan. "I know what it's like to be on your own, and both of you don't deserve what I had to go through. Go on, get your things and come back soon, for lunch will be about a half hour from now. Is that enough time?" Everything they possessed was able to fit inside the metal pan where Bruce kept his food and notebook, including their bottles for drinking and bathing water. The mattress was left where it was, with a touch of sadness for it had been where they first discovered the joy of sex. Their blanket was the last thing to be added to the box, and held the lid open slightly as they carried it between them, back to the grocery store. Upon arrival at the store, they were ordered to sit down, and did so with plates of steaming food before them and little plastic forks. It was better than anything they could remember eating before. Janet started her training up at the counter of the store, and actually collected for some orders she checked herself, putting the money in the cash register as neatly as she could. Bruce started being shown were to find things, how the pricing gun worked, and soon was stocking the shelves almost as fast as the customers would take things up to buy. He learned how to add new stock in behind, and face up to the front of the shelf, understanding the reason when he asked why and had it explained to him. Even dust on the tops of slower moving items was removed that afternoon, and he was able to look back with pride at his work after the store closed. "Well done!" said Mr. Chan as he came up behind him. "I'm very impressed, Bruce. Both you and your little lady did a wonderful job." "It was fun, Mr. Chan," he responded. "Doing it for you made it even better, but I liked doing this work!" "Are you ready to go see your new home?" he asked, his hands on Bruce's shoulders. "I'm almost afraid to, Mr. Chan," replied Bruce. "This is just too good to be believed, and the way you described the place makes it sound wonderful!" "It's not paradise, but it's better than a garage," he said. "Load your box in the back of my truck and I'll lock up the store. Wait for me outside, okay?" "Is there any chance of getting one tomato, Mr. Chan?" asked Bruce. "We don't have anything leftover for supper, and Janet needs to eat at least." "I have a box of all sorts of food in the back of the truck, and it includes a dozen tomatoes, Bruce. You really care about Janet, don't you?" "Mr. Chan," he said as he turned to face the man. "She's even more to me than all the things you're doing for me, and that I still can't believe." "You've got you head on straight, Son," he said. "I am so pleased to have finally met you, and promise your life will be better than it was!" "Are Chinese allowed to be hugged?" asked Bruce as he wrapped his arms around his new friend and mentor. "I am certainly pleased to hug you, Bruce," he replied. "Come on, your little lady must be hungry." With the metal box in the back of the pick up, and the store locked by Mr. Chan, they were driven a few short blocks, and parked in front of a nice looking house. Carrying one box himself, and Bruce sharing his load with Janet, they followed him down beside the house to the back. There he used a key to unlock the door, and then handed it to Bruce. "We'll get Janet one cut tomorrow at the hardware store next to mine," said Mr. Chan. "Well, here it is, guys." The apartment was like one big room divided into parts. In one corner was a shower stall, and beside that was a toilet, neither with any door. At the next corner was a small little fridge, not quite as high as Bruce's waist. On top of that was a two burner stove. On the other side of a small partition, there was a bed that would hold them both easily, a small chesterfield, a chest of drawers, and even a mirror on the wall. Across from the chesterfield was a small twelve inch television set. "You're wrong, Mr. Chan," said Bruce. "This is paradise! I don't think I'll ever be able to say thank you enough!" "Soon we'll all sit down and talk about your going to school, and that will be how I get repaid," he told them. "You need to learn as much as you can to survive in this world, and I'm going to try and make sure that it happens the right way for you." "We need to be working in the store, Mr. Chan," said Bruce. "That was part of the deal." "That was not the main thing I had in mind, Bruce," he responded. "Yes, I'd like to get your help in the store, especially after how well you did today, but that's only when your homework is finished, and maybe on Saturdays." "Everything you are doing is only to help us," stated Bruce. "I bet you don't even care that much about the work, but think it's something that is good for us. Mr. Chan, whatever you decide is right for us, I'll go along with and do it to the best of my ability. Someday, I will make it up to you, for you've got the biggest heart I've ever met, Sir. Thank you! Thank you for everything, and I won't let you down!" "You're a lad that I'd be proud to call you my son, Bruce. I'll see you in the morning, and we'll see what we can do about your schooling. Janet, if you don't take good care of this young man, I'd have to consider...oh, I don't know what I'd have to consider, but please take good care of him." "Since you see how I feel about him, you know I will, Mr. Chan," she declared. "I thank you for everything too, Sir, and will try as hard as I can to do as you want me to do." "Hey, you're allowed to be kids, and make mistakes too," he said as he went out the door. Good night!" he said as the door closed, and was able to hear their return call through the closed door. "Can you believe this, Bruce?" asked Janet. "This is fantastic!" "It sure is," he agreed. "Come on, Janet, we have work to do. While I put our things away, would you see to the food things he gave us and put them away?" "Sure," she agreed, and started on the box immediately. Bruce put the things from the metal box away, Janet's things in the top drawer of the dresser, and his in the next one. The soap and washcloth went into the bathroom area, the blanket into yet another drawer of the dresser, and his notebook he added to his dresser drawer. The little bit of bread leftover, he delivered to Janet, and proceeded to assist her with getting the remaining items away. Both the water bottles were filled, and added to the bottom of the fridge, and water was added to the small little ice cube tray after he showed Janet the miniature size of it. Janet had found a pot and a frying pan, and had things on the stove in both of them. It seemed that fried chicken nuggets and boiled potatoes were on the menu tonight. She had found plates, knives and forks in various places and had them ready to get the food when it was finished cooking. While she was doing the final steps of meal preparation, Bruce took a few moments to try the television, and found it could get a lot of channels and had a pretty coloured picture. He chose a program, and when the food came, they sat opposite it while they watched the show. "I'm anxious to try out the shower," he told Janet. "Me too, so we can do that right after we finish eating," she suggested. "And the dishes," he pointed out. "We need to keep things clean and neat for each other, and Mr. Chan." "I can't wait to meet Mrs. Chan," said Janet. "I bet she's nice too!" Once everything was washed up and put away, Bruce went up behind Janet, and began to remove her clothes. She, in turn, started to work on his, and that continued until both of them were naked. Then it was into the shower stall, and the bathing of each other under warm water. It was fantastically refreshing, and extremely sensual. The moment they were both dried, it was onto the bed for some wonderful sex, with Janet getting it up her bum once again. Both of them liked that approach, and thoroughly enjoyed each other. They tried a little more television in the nude afterwards, but soon turned it off and enjoyed each other once again, this time in her vagina, and with one of the condoms on Bruce's cock, compliments of Mr. Chan and the grocery box. Then it was lights out, and a much needed sleep, cuddled together, Janet's back against his chest, their favourite way to sleep together. Mr. Chan took them to the school part way between their new home and the store, got them started, and left with a list of required books. When they arrived at the store after school, they had all the text books, work books, and even a school bag to pack them into, waiting for each of them. They still got some of the shelves restocked before it was time to close, and leave for home again. By the next day, they started getting into a routine. Breakfast came after they got dressed, and then it was off to school. Immediately after it was dismissed, it was to the store, and the necessary school homework completed in the back room at a small table that Mr. Chan had back there. Whatever time was left was devoted to restocking shelves, or other duties that they found to be done around the store. Saturday turned out to be the first full working day at the store, Janet on a second cash register to check out the customer's purchases, and collect for them. Bruce stocked shelves, cleaned displays, rebuilding one that needed it, and even helping customers that asked where to find this or that. Both were glad when the store closed earlier that day, and they got a free ride home with Mr. Chan. Sunday started differently, for the first thing they did, once they had finished having a pee, was they made love with each other. Only then did they bother with breakfast, both remaining naked in the privacy of their home. When it was finished, Bruce insisted on them getting dressed, for he wanted them to go out for a walk. Janet, of course, was eager to cooperate. "We've got something we need to talk about, Janet," he said when they were out of sight of the Chan house. "You make it sound serious," she responded. "What is it, Bruce?" "Tell me how would you feel if we made love with each other while somebody else was watching." "I could do that if you wanted me to," she replied. "You have somebody in mind that you want to watch us?" "I was thinking of Mr. Chan, and just maybe Mrs. Chan," he said. "It would be easier to do it in front of them than anybody else," she said. "Do you think he wants to watch us?" "I think he already has," replied Bruce. "I've discovered two cameras in our place, and I think he probably watches us through those. One is looking at the bathroom, and the other at the bed." "You're kidding!" she exclaimed. "That would mean he's seen us both naked already as well as when we do it." "That's what I think," he said. "It doesn't matter to me, but I sure don't like him watching you, unless you know he is, and agree to let him." "He's been so good to us otherwise," stated Janet. "I know, Janet, but if he is watching, are you willing to let him watch?" "Yea, I think I am, Bruce," she replied. "Just thinking about it has me turned on right now, so can it be all that bad?" "Then, let's go home and put on a real show for him," suggested Bruce. "Right now, knowing he's likely watching?" she asked. "That's kind of kinky, but it's kind of sexy too, Bruce. Okay, I'm willing if you are." "Hey, I'm more interested in the fun I'm going to have with you, Janet," he replied as they reversed directions. "I love when you get horny and want me," she said beaming from ear to ear. "You know it will be a day of some pretty intense sex, Janet," he warned. The way she giggled and clung onto his arm said she liked the idea, and he certainly did even if somebody was watching. After showing Janet the camera lenses peaking through small little holes at the join of the ceiling and walls, he confirmed her desire, undressed her, and then himself, and began having sex in every way they could think of, but without him coming any of the times. Instead they would stop, rest, and then go back at it in a different way. From Janet sucking his cock, to him licking her cunt, they did it in her butt, and front from different positions, sometimes him on the bottom while she did it to herself, sometimes with her on her belly, and later on her back, each way was indulged short of his climax. Janet went through many, if not one almost continual climax while this was going on. Finally, with Janet on her knees, and him into her butt, he allowed himself to come up into her rectum, and finally satisfy his desires as well. Both of them were tired when they finally rested on the bed in full view of the camera lens. Rolling over to near his ear, she whispered, "That was fun, even if he was watching." "We should invite him down and let him watch us live," he suggested in her ear. "You think he'd want to touch and do it too?" she asked. "I don't know, but his wife probably wouldn't let him," he suggested. "Maybe she's watching too," she countered. "I suppose," he agreed. "Want to invite both of them down, since we've never met her yet?" "After the way he's been good to us and helped, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he watched us down here," he whispered. "Get on your skirt and top, but no panties," he suggested. "I'll get on my shorts and a shirt, but no briefs." "At least if he's not interested, we will be able to get started real easy," she stated. When Bruce knocked on the back door of Mr. Chan's home, he came to answer it very quickly, and looked rather sheepish when he did. "I knew you were too smart for me to get away with it very long, but I hope you can forgive me," he said. "You've been such a good friend to Janet and me, that if you want to watch us, we will do it with you there watching, Sir!" said Bruce. "You'd do that for me?" he asked. "The only thing is, you couldn't do anything to Janet, only to me," he conditioned the permission. "Would you mind if I came with my wife, and while you did it with Janet, I'd do it with her?" "Sure," he agreed. "Would she mind?" "No, she wouldn't mind," he stated. Then, turning to call into the house he said something in Chinese, and a soft little voice answered, and scampered forward. She was only a young girl herself. "She doesn't speak English, but will do as I ask," he said. "Would you mind us coming down now, for I'd really like to watch you, if you can do it again after all you did before." When they entered the lower apartment, the girl bowed, and when he spoke to her, took off her kimono, leaving her full naked. Her breasts were small, but still bigger than Janet's and like Janet, she had no hair down below, although it looked like it was because she removed it by shaving or pulling out each hair. Regardless, her vulva was in clear view as she bowed to Bruce, and turned back to her man. Janet's top came off in one swift move, and seemed to excite the woman. When he stripped her skirt off, she was even more excited, and seemed to want to come over to her, but remained where she was. Bruce undressing seemed to interest her, but still she kept watching Janet's body. When Bruce was naked, he went over to her, and led her over to Janet. "Let her touch you, Janet," he ordered. Moments later, they were touching each other, and kissing ever few seconds, as they played with each other's naked body. Janet liked when she knelt down and began to lick her vulva slot, and soon lay back on the bed for her to have better access. She climaxed with the woman's tongue inside her vagina as her husband took off his clothes. Janet was still being licked when Mr. Chan came up behind his wife and pressed his penis inside her. She widened her feet to let him get in good, but continued inside Janet with her tongue. As soon as Mr. Chan started to make noises of his coming, the woman left Janet, and turned around to start sucking her husband's cock while he climaxed in her mouth. Bruce took the opportunity to get into Janet for he had to reclaim her for himself with a hard fucking. They joined Mr. Chan and his wife in relaxation once they had shared a climax. "My wife is young, and likes girls, just like I do," said Mr. Chan. "I mostly like to watch, but she gets it when I'm anxious." "How old is she?" asked Bruce. "She seems young." "She was ten when she first came here, and is now fourteen," he replied. "I have lots of video files of her getting it from me, if you're interested, Bruce. There are others with two young girls that used to live here," he admitted. "They never knew that I was filming them, and they would get pretty stimulated. Meelyn still misses them." "What happened to them so they left?" asked Bruce. "I found them a home where they would be properly cared for," he reported. "I missed them too, until you and Janet came along. What are you going to do now?" "Keep doing what I've been doing," he responded. "Get good marks at school, work at the store when I can, and have great meals and sex at home while you watch us, I guess." "Then you won't be leaving?" he asked, sitting up. "And leave the greatest break I've ever had?" responded Bruce. "No, Sir, I'm not going to do that, and will do my best to please you including with Janet in bed." The door between the upstairs and downstairs was unlocked that night, and Bruce was shown the computer, and the files not only with Meelyn and Mr. Chan, but with Nancy and Karen, the former occupants, plus Janet and himself having sex. He was invited to see any of them, and curious enough to want to over the many months that followed. Mr. Chan became Lee to them, and Meelyn made herself available to either Janet or himself when they felt like doing something different. During the weeks that followed, Bruce and Janet learned about the conditions that had forced Mr. Chan to flee his homeland, and the good fortune of finding Meelyn during his exodus, and smuggling her along with him. It was a lesson that made them begin to have even greater determination to make their lives successful. After a considerable period of time, measured in weeks, the sex was allowed to expand to include Meelyn and Mr. Chan, eventually becoming open to sex with any one, or all of them participating. More important, however, was the academic success that both Bruce and Janet earned through hard work, long study hours, and lots of encouragement. When Meelyn started to listen in and watch them doing their work, she became their student, doing the work just as they did. English was her greatest challenge, but she found the need to communicate with her sex partners all the impetus she needed to overcome the difficulties and learn to speak. The business also grew and prospered. With the shelves so well stocked, the products clean and neat, the customer loyalty grew as did the customer base. Word of mouth advertising can beat any other form available, and their little grocery store was the proof of that. They were all feeling very optimistic about their future success.