{ASST} Two_Strays {Mr_Ed} (Mg+, exhib, pett, inc, 1st, cons) 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. If your main interest is in the sex, go to the end of the story, for there is not much. Two Strays by: Mr. Ed Close to the time he was going to lock up his store, two young girls walked in. Both of them were upset, to put it mildly, and streaks of tears had dried on their faces. They were certainly not the usual customers one would find in a hardware store. "Some boys are chasing us, sir! Could we please wait in here until they have gone?" asked the older girl. "Certainly, darling. Let me go and look outside for these boys," he told them. When he went outside, he saw five boys down the road, walking along away from the store. He could not follow them for the store was wide open and his staff had already gone home for the day. Returning inside, he told them the boys had gone, and if they waited a few minutes, they would be out of sight. "In the meanwhile, why don't you both go into the washroom back here, wash your pretty little faces, and see if you can find a smile under there somewhere. Okay?" Escorting them into the back, he showed them the washroom, and invited them to use some of the clean towels he had stacked up for his staff as they were required. Then he went about the steps necessary to close the business for the day. One of his final acts was to close the front door, and turn the lock, before he turned off all but the night lights. That was when the girls came back out of the washroom, both of them looking much fresher and brighter, and wearing little smiles. "Now that looks so much better, ladies," he told them. "Come and tell me about those boys and why they were bothering you." He led them into his office, and had them sit down on the visitor's side of the desk while he sat behind it. "Every time school gets out, they hang around waiting for us. They like to lift up our skirts and see our panties, and they love pushing us around. We came out the other side of the school today, and made it part way before they realized we had avoided them, and came running after us. When we came around the corner, we ducked in here to hide from them." "You go to the school just up the road from here, I presume?" "Yes, sir!" replied the older girl. "So where is home, darling?" he asked. "We live up Anchovy way, and have to take a taxi home at nights," they told him. "That is partly why they like to call us 'country girls' and tease us." "Why do you travel so far to school? I know there are some very fine schools up that way, including right in Anchovy. I happen to live up in that area myself," he told them. "We were already going to this school when my mother died, and we went to live with our cousins." "I am so sorry to hear about your mother," he told them. "How did she die?" "Our father chopped her when they were fighting," she said, her head bent to face the floor. "Oh, my! How are things with your cousins?" he inquired. "Awful! They don't want us to be there, but there are no other family members for us to live with. I think they are going to throw us out soon, 'cause they don't have enough room or money for us." "Have you talked to your school guidance counsellor about your problems, darling?" he asked. "She told us to make the best of the situation for there were no other answers to our problems," declared the older girl. As yet the younger girl had not said a word since she arrived. "Well, ladies, I can think of a couple of things that might be of help to you. First, my name is Mr. Bruce Burns, and this is my store." "Good evening, Mr. Burns," said the older girl. "My name is Linda Grey, and this is my sister, Francine Grey," she told him. "It is a pleasure to meet you both, Linda and Francine," he said. "Now let's talk about your problems. Do the boys trouble you during the school day?" "No, sir. They go to a different school, and it gets out earlier than ours, so they come down and make trouble only when we come out after school." "What time do you come out of school?" he asked. "Three o'clock except on Fridays which is at two o'clock." "How would you feel about my coming to meet you when school is over, and then you can come down to my store with me. When I close my store at night, I could take you up home instead of you having to take a taxi, especially when you don't have enough money to afford a taxi twice every day." The younger girl had stood up, and came around behind the desk, reached up and put her arms around his neck. When she didn't want to let go, he set her up on his lap while he turned back to the older girl. She was crying again!" Handing her a tissue from his supply, he asked, "What is making you cry now?" "We are so lucky to have come into your store and met you. You are so kind, and are even willing to help us. Thank you, Mr. Burns. If you could do that, maybe we could help you by dusting your store or something. We can sweep floors or something." "If it was up to me, you would come here, and both of you would do your homework while you are waiting for the store to close. Your school work is very important, and it should be done at the first opportunity you have to get it done. Now how about we get out of here and get you both home." "Could you give me a few minutes first, please sir? I've got to try and get something for Francine's supper." "Hold up, now! If you are going to get something for Francine's supper, how about yours?" "I'm alright, sir. But she is young and needs to eat more than me. I usually eat a little of hers." "Wouldn't you get supper at home?" he asked. "There's never enough for us, and I'm supposed to beg some money to buy something before we go there. I wish you wouldn't call it home, because we only bathe and sleep there." "You're kidding!" he exclaimed in disbelief. "What would they say if you didn't come there?" "Good!" she stated. New Arrangements "Okay, Linda and Francine, it seems necessary that some things change. First, you are right, let's do something about supper for all of us. Now, I happen to like Chinese food, and there is a great place near here. What I would like to do, is get some food there, and carry it up to my place. I need to try and get there before my housekeeper leaves for the day, and see if I can make arrangements for her to stay overnight to take care of you ladies. I am a man, living alone, and that is not a good place for two little girls to be staying without a woman there to care for you, and keep you safe. If we can get there, and I can arrange for her to stay the night, then you can both sleep in one of the extra beds I have, and we can talk some more about your various problems. What do you think?" Linda got up and came around behind the desk to throw herself against him, and put her little arms around his neck. Once again, she was crying, but before she buried her face into his shoulder, he was able to notice a little smile on her face. He put his arm around her, and held her to him for a few moments, and then said, "Come on, ladies. We need to go if we are going to get there before my housekeeper leaves." Obediently, the two girls followed him each step of the way, watching as he locked up the store, and then getting into his car when he opened the door for them. They waited in the car when he went into the Chinese restaurant, and ordered what he thought best for them and his housekeeper, and then they were joining the traffic on the way home...or at least to his home. Driving into his garage and parking, he had concerns for the house looked like it was locked up, and he suspected his housekeeper had left already. When he checked his watch, he realized he was later than usual, and was now certain that she had left. That created a whole new set of problems. Tackling the first problem first, he led the girls into the kitchen, got out the plates and cutlery needed, and then dished up the meal for the three of them. "We need to eat, and that is more important than anything else right now, so let me get you a glass of milk each, and then we can have supper. Then we can go down the road and see if my housekeeper could come back and spend the night with us. Otherwise, I don't know what we can do." "Mr. Burns," called Linda. "We don't need your housekeeper to be here for our sake. Your offer to let us stay the night is great, and we wouldn't be of any trouble to you. Could we stay, please?" "Please, Mr. Burns?" asked Francine. "Oh my, she speaks!" he exclaimed with a smile. "You haven't said much since we met Francine, and it is so nice to hear your pretty little voice." "You may be sorry you said that, Mr. Burns," said Linda. "I usually can't get her to shut up when we are together, unless somebody else is there." "Hearing either of you talk sounds wonderful to me, Linda," he replied. "As I said earlier, though, little girls do not stay with men that live alone. Since my wife is not here, and my daughters are all grown up, and don't live with me, it is a concern, and it should be for you as well. You need to look out for your own safety yourselves, you know. There are some that will do terrible things to you, and you must be on your guard." "We are, sir!" she stated. "When we find a saint, however, we know when to stop worrying." "One thing I am not is a saint, darling," he told them as they were eating. "How much homework do you have tonight?" "Francine has a little, but I have a lot, and I haven't even started yet. I'll never be able to get through it all." "Eat first, and then we will see how much you can get through, for I'll give you a hand with it, if you will allow me," he concluded. "I would love your help, Mr. Burns," she replied. "Thank you, sir!" Suppertime Looking at his two guests, he noticed how they were doing their best to eat in a mannerly way, and how they would take a little drink of milk every few minutes. When he saw Francine's glass was a little low, he got up and went to the fridge to return with the bottle of milk, and replenished her glass. As he poured, Linda was gulping down some, and then set her glass down before her with a look up at him. With a smile, he poured hers, and told the girls, "You may drink as much as you like, but not so much that you would wet your bed tonight. Okay?" "I'm sorry, Mr. Burns, but it is just that we haven't had milk for so long, that I don't even remember the last time. It is so wonderful, just like you!" Linda got this out just before the tears started flowing again. Bruce set the jug down on the table, and pulled out the chair next to Linda. He sat down, and held his arms out to her, to which she almost jumped up and into his arms. Holding her next to him, he told her that everything was alright, and gently rubbed her head, and her back attempting to bring her emotions under control. By whispering to her in her ear, he caused her to stop the heavy crying so she could hear what he was saying, and gradually helped her settle down. "Alright now, darling," he told her. "Back to your place at the table, and finish your supper. You're not going to be healthy without the proper food to make your body grow and give you energy to live off." Placing a little slap on her bottom, he sent her back to her seat, with a warm, reassuring smile. "I love you, Mr. Burns," declared Linda. "Thank you, darling," he said. "You haven't known me long enough to know that, but the thought is very nice, and it is nice you feel that way towards me." "I love you as much as I loved my mother, and I don't care how long I've known you. You are the kindest and nicest man I've ever met." "Enough! Now eat!" he ordered them, trying to sound severe. His smile gave him away. When they finished eating, the girls helped him clear up the dishes, and place them in the dishwasher. Then he guided them into the study, and instructed them to get out their homework. They did as they were told, glancing around the room at all the books and other things in the room, thinking how wonderful the place looked. It took a little bit before they settled down and put the needed effort into their school work. All during the time they were working, Mr. Burns sat with them, and guided them into thinking about the questions, arriving at the answers that were needed. He celebrated their successes, and there were several times when he told them to touch him, holding out his fist for contact with their little fist. Laughing was often heard, as he made their work into fun, rather than tedious work. Linda was the most astonished one when she realized all the assigned work was done, and Mr. Burns had checked it over to find everything was right. She was beside herself with delight, and satisfaction with her success and his celebration of her success. Old Arrangement When he checked the clock, it was getting on, near nine o'clock. He really didn't want to trouble his housekeeper at that time of night, so he suggested they get in the car and he would go around to their cousins house. Sadness returned to their faces, but they did as he instructed them. With their school bags all packed up, they put them in the car, and they were off on the short drive to Anchovy. The house identified by Linda was all closed up when they arrived. Calling out to them, he said he had the two girls with him, and was bringing them home. From inside the house came the reply, "If they wanted to stay here, they should have been here before lock up." Then the lights that had come on at first were extinguished and nothing further was heard from inside. Getting the girls back into the car, he drove back to his home. Shower Time Once inside, he told the girls to put their bags down, and told them they needed to bathe. Taking them up to the bathroom, he got out towels and cloths for both of them, and then gave instructions on how to operate the shower, leaving the water running for them at the right temperature before leaving them. Fifteen minutes later, the two girls emerged, each wearing only a pair of panties. "Where...What...You don't have any clothes here, other than your school uniforms do you?" he stated only half in the form of a question. "Come on, let me see what I can find for you to wear tonight," he said, and led them to his room. There he took out two polo shirts from his wardrobe, and passed one to each girl. "We don't need these, sir!" said Linda. "We don't want to dirty up your clothes, Mr. Burns. We usually sleep in our panties when we are at our cousins." "Look at you, Linda! You are growing up, and have even started to grow breasts. That means you are too old to be going around showing them off, especially to a man you just met today. Don't you worry about dirtying up a couple of shirts, for it is of no consequence to me." He opened out the one he had passed to Linda, and helped her put it over her head, locate her arms in the sleeves, and then pulled it down over her. Then he did the same for Francine. Leading them back out of his room, he took them to one of the spare rooms he had, opened the door, and entered. Going over to the bed, he turned down the top sheet, and invited them to get in. Each of them gave him a hug and a kiss, for which they received a ride into bed in his arms, amidst a burst of laughter as they got their ride. With the sheet pulled up to their necks, he said, "Good night, ladies. It is nice to have you stay over in my home. I'll see you in the morning." Both of them returned a polite 'goodnight, sir' and he left them, closing the door on the way out. Breakfast The next morning, he had breakfast ready when they emerged, both wearing their school uniforms. Taking them into the bathroom, he got out two new toothbrushes from his supply, and handed one to each girl, pointing to the sink where he had placed the tube of toothpaste. When they came back into the kitchen, each got a little hug and kiss on the forehead, a smile, and directions to the table for breakfast. "Are we to look for you when school dismisses?" asked Linda. "Yes, darling. If I am not there, then wait for a few minutes. I might be serving a customer, and be a little late, but will try to be there on time for you. When I drop you at school this morning, you show me which door you come out. Okay?" "Yes, sir! Thank you, Mr. Burns. You are really wonderful, and a great father...I mean friend," said Linda. He gave her a smile, noticing the slip of the tongue, but did not mention it. When breakfast was finished, they cleared up the table, again putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Then they were into the garage and the car, ready for the drive to school and work. Just as they pulled out, the housekeeper was walking up to the house, and waving to him. Pulling the car up to the front, he parked and came out, calling the girls. "Miss Joyce, I would like you to meet Linda and Francine Grey. Girls, this is Miss Joyce, the lady that takes care of my home for me." There was a polite exchange of greetings, and then the girls were directed to return to the car. Far enough away from the vehicle that they could not be overheard, Bruce gave her a quick recap of what had happened, and that he might be asking her to stay over tonight, if he was not able to find suitable accommodations for the girls. When she heard they were the girls that the father had murdered the mother, she became instantly sympathetic, and agreed to the arrangement if it was necessary. He told her he would call during the day, but he had to get going as they were now running a little late. Climbing back into the car, he drove off heading for the city. Workday & School Once he dropped them off at the school, and had the exit door identified, he drove the balance of the way to his store, and commenced opening it for the day's business. The morning passed quickly, divided as it was between the business of the day and his efforts to locate suitable accommodations for the girls. As lunch approached, he realized that he had not provided for the girls to have lunch. He left earlier than usual for lunch that day, for he had to stop and buy them something to tide them over, and deliver it to the school. When he entered the office, he told them that he had two students there that had forgotten lunch, and identified them to the principal to whom he was speaking. "My name is Morris, sir, and may I ask yours?" she said. "Bruce Burns, Ms. Morris. It is a pleasure to meet you." "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Burns. Your girls were one of the subjects discussed during recess this morning, and the teachers told me of how excellent they had done their homework. Both of them said it was their new Daddy that had helped them, and were extremely proud of their work. Are you their new Daddy?" He told her of how he had come to meet the girls, and his intention to pick them up at the end of the school day to avoid the visiting boys problem. Since he was speaking with her anyway, he asked if she had any ideas towards more suitable accommodations for them, or any other ideas to assist him in finding a more suitable home for them. "It seems to me, Mr. Burns, that they have managed to do an excellent job of finding a suitable place for them to live. Not many would be willing to take up the responsibility as you have." There were interrupted by the secretary as the girls had arrived. The lunches were given them, and he received a hug from each before they were sent back to their classes, until the commencement of their proper lunch break. It became necessary to advise Ms. Morris of the personal circumstances that prevented him from taking them into his own home, and how he had managed to make only temporary arrangements with his housekeeper. "Those girls were among the top in their classes, Mr. Burns," said Ms. Morris, "until the home was torn apart. You are the first that has been able to bring out any of the potential of those two beautiful children. I don't have any answers for how to work out more suitable arrangements, sir, but if those girls were to loose you, it would be a tragedy, and they don't need another of those so early in life. Please consider any options that might allow them to remain with you, and if I could be of any help in that regard, please don't hesitate to let me know." Before he was able to leave the school, Ms. Morris insisted on him meeting the two teachers for the girls, and both of them made much fuss over the girls homework as well as their improved attitude that was so clear today. Only then was Bruce able to get back to his store, and provide the staff with the relief for the lunch break that they needed. Afternoon Encounter Shortly before three that afternoon, Bruce left the store again, and headed up to the school yard, arriving just before the school was dismissed. When he arrived, there were five boys waiting for the school to be let out, and oblivious to his presence. The school bell rang, and the kids began pouring out of the school. As Linda and Francine came out, the boys closed in on them, and the fear in the girls was immediately obvious, until they saw him indicating they should not say anything. When the first boy advanced on the girls, and the second came right behind, Bruce knew who the two ring leaders were, and very suddenly they found their approach retarded, for he had hold of both of them. "Come on, boys, it is time for you to be identified, and arrested. You have no business being on this school property, for you certainly do not belong here, and I will not tolerate any trouble for my girls." Ms. Morris had come out just as this was occurring, and joined him as he held the two captives. All the other boys had vanished into thin air, but they were not the ring leaders, only the followers, and represented no further threat. Upon the demand of Ms. Morris, the boys produced evidence of who they were, and accompanied the production with all sorts of apologies, and promises not to come back again. The principal told them she was sure they would not be returning, for she intended to have a word with her friend, the principal of their school. When she finished speaking, Bruce swung the two boys around to face him. "If I ever so much as see your faces in or around this school, you will get a beating like you have never received before. Do I make myself clear?" Both the boys were well scared at this point, and said they understood and would not come back again. "Make sure you don't for I mean it, and I certainly will do it. Now get out of here and go home!" he ordered as he released them with a good shove. They left at a full run. "Thank you, Daddy!" exclaimed Francine. "Thank you, Mr. Burns," stated Linda. Both of them were next to him, hugging onto his two sides. "Please excuse Francine, sir. She is dreaming again, and forgot you are not our Daddy, but she means well." "It is one of the biggest compliments that anybody could give me, darling," he told her. "You are both welcome. Now I need to get back to the store!" "I will contact the principal for the school that the boys attend," said the principal of the girls' school, "and I am sure of his help in the matter. We will look forward to seeing you again, sir. Good night!" The girls and he called back with their goodnight wishes, and then walked hand in hand with him back to the store. Homework Once inside the store, he identified a bench that the two could use to do their homework, and they immediately sat down and began their work. As Mr. Burns returned to his office, several of the staff were there to ask about the visitors. He had to tell them that they were temporarily staying with him while he located something more suitable to their needs. The rest of their curiosity had to remain unresolved. When the store was closed for the day, the staff seemed to be a little slower than usual at disappearing, and several remained around as he ushered the girls into his car. Wishing them all a good night, he drove out of the lot, and headed towards his home. Housekeeper Miss Joyce had prepared an excellent meal for the girls and himself, and had to be encouraged to join them at the table for her meal. The milk was missing, so he got up to get it, while Miss Joyce got out the glasses needed, and then returned to eat. During the table conversation, Linda said she had all her homework done except for one question for which she could not figure out an answer. She was instructed to bring it to him after supper, and he would help her with finding the answer. The meal was barely finished, and everyone was still sitting at the table when Linda went to get the books needed, and bring them back to the table. Bruce read the question, so he was sure he understood it, and then started asking Linda to think about it, using a slightly different approach than what she had tried. When she finally realized the correct answer, he pointed out that she knew it all along, and only needed a little help thinking about it in the proper way. She was proud of herself as she wrote the correct answer in her book. Once away from the dinner table, the girls were told to assist Miss Joyce in cleaning up the kitchen, and he headed into the living room. When they arrived, they produced their homework at his request, and when he found all the answers to be correct, it was as if he had given them a great reward, for they were so happy at having done well. He then sent them off to get their borrowed nightgowns, and to bathe. "It does not surprise me at all to see the girls respond so well to you, Mr. Burns," stated Miss Joyce. "You are a most excellent parent, and an inspiration to them. They would do so well if they remained with you." "Now there is the problem, Miss Joyce," he stated. "I am a single male, living alone. How on earth can I keep two little girls in my home without raising concerns, and questions. They need a woman's guidance as well, and I don't have one around, other than your borrowed time." "Too many of your neighbours know of you and the type of man you are, Mr. Burns. Everyone speaks well of you, and nobody would be surprised that you have taken in the girls. You saw the need, and you did something about it. Nobody in this area would question you keeping them, nor have any other kind of bad thoughts about it at all. This is Jamaica, and sometimes little girls are brought up by their fathers. You would be the best person to care for them, for there is nobody like you that I have ever met." "Thank you for the vote of confidence, but it does not resolve the bigger question, for they are not my children, and I don't think the authorities would accept such an arrangement." The girls came out of the bathroom moments later, both wearing the shirts he had provided them last night. Immediately, they came over to him, and his normally roomy easy chair was filled up, as one girl was on each side of him. Miss Joyce gave them a smile they didn't see. Following a little television, the girls were sent off to bed. They refused to go, unless he said he would come and say good night to them. When he said he would, they were gone on the run. Both were standing beside the bed, requesting the ride in like he had given them last night. Each got a spin around, and then were placed in the bed, the sheet was pulled up to their necks, and then dropped down again as each sat up to give him a hug and a good night kiss. As he left, he told them he would see them in the morning. Miss Joyce had already prepared the next room, and she went in shortly after the girls were in bed, stating that she was tired. Bruce watched a little more television before he headed for his own bed. For the next two days, the same routine was followed, other than Miss Joyce prepared the breakfast, and had also made them lunch to carry to school. Bruce provided a little change to buy a drink for lunch, and was informed they needed just a little more, for milk cost extra. He was happy to provide what they needed, and was very pleased that they wanted the milk. Welfare Cases Friday morning, he had noticed one of the customers was spending a lot of time talking with his staff. He was considering going out to see if he could help with her, for it appeared that she was having difficulty making a choice about what she wanted. Before he could leave, however, one of the staff came up to him, and said there was a lady from the Child Welfare Office here to see him. This turned out to be the lady that he thought was a customer that needed help. "Mrs. Morris has asked me to look into your situation with the two Grey children, Mr. Burns. I hope you don't mind I took the time to speak to your staff before speaking with you, but what Mrs. Morris is asking is rather unusual, and I needed to do a little research before meeting you. My compliments go out to you, for your staff believe you are able to walk on water!" Bruce had to laugh at that one. He knew his staff, and got along very well with them, and he was rewarded with outstanding performance from all of them; the junior member had already been there for nearly five years. Treating people fairly has its own rewards, and his staff was proof of that. "I do believe that is a slight exaggeration, but I do thank you for it. They are a good bunch!" There followed an interview, and lots of questions, at the end of which his personal history had been disclosed, and the details of his children provided, along with his current circumstances. He was then informed of the need for a home visit, plus interviews with both of the children. The offer to visit the home was extended, but was to be delayed while they had a bit of lunch first, if she was willing. She accepted the invitation, and they headed out for an extended lunch break, informing the staff they would have to split their lunch breaks to cover during his absence. He was rushed out, and told to forget the store, as it would be taken care of. Lunch was an extension of the interview, but most of the conversation had to do with attitudes, and understanding of various scenarios that were put forth. As diplomatically as he could he responded, and managed to eat his lunch in between. Then they used his vehicle to head up to the house. Following the tour, he gave the welfare officer an opportunity to speak privately with Miss Joyce, and waited patiently for it to be concluded. When she returned to the vehicle, he drove straight to the school. Mrs. Morris called first one, and then the other into the office, and they had their interviews while Mr. Burns returned to his store, and a myriad of questions from his staff, none of which he knew the answers for, for the matter was still under investigation. Just before it was time to go and meet the girls after school, they walked in the front door with the welfare officer. With some pointing, he directed the girls to the homework desk, and was joined in his office by the lady. "I must agree with Mrs. Morris, that if you don't keep those two girls, it will be a tragedy. I was the person that placed them with their cousins, and I prayed for a miracle for them, as it was the last place I wanted to leave them. Well, sir, my prayers have been answered, and you appear to be that miracle." "It is quite unusual to give custody of children to a single male, but you are the only exception in my many years in this position. I am asking you to be the girls' guardian, and bring them up in your own home." "I can't continue to have Miss Joyce stay apart from her own family for much longer. How on earth am I to arrange for their security when she goes home?" "Do you think you would be the only single parent in this country? Miss Joyce is willing to come in every day of the week, weekends included, to help you during the day. If you would be willing to buy a lock to put on their room door, then you can and should send Miss Joyce home every evening." "Sorry, I can't do that!" he declared. "Why not?" she asked, absolutely astonished by his answer. "This is a hardware store, and I'm not about to buy a lock when I have hundreds in stock!" "Don't you scare me like that again!" she declared with a laugh. "Your inventory will be just fine, sir. I will be back and need to do some follow up over the next period of time, but I must say, it has been an absolute pleasure to have met you, and I am looking forward to the next meeting. Here is my card, and I have added my own private number. If I can be of any assistance, day or night, please do not hesitate to call me. Now, while it is not usual, I am going to ask a favour of you. Would you consider telling the girls that you are going to keep them while I am still here to watch?" Bruce called over one of his staff, and asked him to select one of the better security locks from the inventory, and bring it to him. Then he asked him to send the girls up to the office along the way. He went down, spoke to the girls, and they immediately left their books and headed up to him. Invitation "Would you two ladies consider sitting down for a moment? I have something to ask you, if you don't mind." Both of them sat down next to the welfare officer. "It seems that Mrs. Morris had done something to try and help you, but I'm not sure it will work out the best way. She wants me to have both of you live with me at my house. Do you think that you might consider doing that? I can be pretty strict sometimes you know." Neither of the girls said a word, and both sat with their heads bowed. When he got up and went around the desk to lift Linda's face by her chin, she was sobbing so hard, she could not speak. As she looked on his face, she jumped up into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Her head was going up and down, as her answer. Then Francine was suddenly wrapped around his waist, and she was looking up at his face. She only said one word, "Daddy!" When he heard the sound, Bruce looked out to see his staff all around the office, applauding. The welfare officer was sitting in the same place, but she was now crying as well. Kneeling down, he then held the two girls while getting them calmed down. In the process, he received some very wet kisses, leaving both of his cheeks wet from their tears. The staff had returned to work, diplomatically, and the welfare officer bid him goodbye as she slipped out of the office. He was left with his two wards to calm them down and allow them to return to their homework. As he walked hand in hand with the girls back to the desk, he heard from several of his staff, 'Daddy' as he passed them. With the girls back at the desk doing their homework, the welfare officer thanked Mr. Burns for allowing her to witness such a happy event. According to her, it was seldom she got to see such a happy outcome to her cases. She promised to see him again, and then left him to his staff. Everyone had to say something to him, and shake his hand. Even the stock boy had signs of tears as he shook his bosses hand. Finally the store's day was finished, and everything done for the closing. With the door locked, and the staff in the process of departing for the evening, Bruce got his two girls into the car, and headed back up to the country and their home. Miss Joyce was ready for them, and they all sat down for another delightful meal. "I will be going home as soon as I clean up after dinner, Mr. Burns," reported Miss Joyce. "The welfare lady said there would be no need for me to be here every night, and that you would still be able to keep the girls. Tomorrow, I will be back, and take care of your meals, and the few things necessary about the house. The only thing I need to point out is the girls need some things, especially clothes, if they are to live with you." "True enough," he replied. "I haven't given that much thought, but of course they will. I really want to thank you, Miss Joyce. We will take some time tomorrow to work out new arrangements, and a more appropriate pay rate, but I certainly want to thank you for all your help this week, and the most excellent meals you have prepared for us." "Working for you is an honour, Mr. Burns," she said. "You are one fine man. I can't say that I would object to a small raise, but it is not necessary and I want to help you with your new family. Do you have any idea of how well I am treated, just because I work for you? I am the lucky one, just as the girls are lucky to have found you." Turning to the girls, she said, "Mr. Burns is a very fine man, and I want both of you to cooperate with him fully. If he speaks, you listen and obey. You will be the winners if you do." "We will, Miss Joyce!" declared Linda. "He doesn't believe us yet, but we really do love him, and we couldn't be happier that he is to be our new Dad. Thanks for all the things you did for us this week, too. You are a good friend to Mr. Burns, and I really like you too!" Even the usual stoic face of Miss Joyce broke into a hidden smile with those comments, which she stumbled to brush off. When Linda came over and put her arms around her, and a kiss on her cheek, she finally gave in, returning the hug while a big smile spread over her face. When supper was cleared away and Miss Joyce had left, Bruce headed into the living room, followed by his two children. Sitting down with them, one at each side, he asked about their things and where they were. Apparently they did have a few items, and they were at their cousin's house. Since it was not too late, Bruce got them into the car and drove there to retrieve them. The girls were sent into the house to get whatever they had, and less than five minutes later, returned to him and the car. Even the goodbye was done pleasantly, and they were both wished 'good luck'. Then they returned to their new home. Once inside, the two girls were required to get out what they had brought from their old home. It was spread out on the bed for him to examine. There were a few things they could wear around the yard, another school uniform for each a few pairs of panties for each, and the rest was garbage. Those were disposed of immediately, and the girls informed they were not to wear any torn up clothing like those again. Linda, with great trepidation, argued against one particular item being thrown out, for it was her favourite shirt to wear around, and was allowed to recover it. "We are going shopping tomorrow morning, ladies," he informed them. "Please put these things on hangers, or in your dresser drawers before you come back out of the room. I like to see things neat and tidy, so I am asking you to work with me on keeping them that way. Okay?" "Yes, sir!" replied Linda. "We would be happy to work with you on this or anything you want, sir!" she added. Before he left the room, each received a kiss and a little pat on their bottom, as they headed to do as he had requested. When they came out, they were dispatched to the bathroom, as it was time to bathe. Obediently, they went about doing as directed, emerging some twenty minutes later, both wearing only their panties. "What's this?" he asked. "Where are the shirts I loaned you girls?" "They are so nice and soft and smooth, but they are so hot to wear," stated Linda. "Since nobody else is here, could we not wear them tonight?" He had already taken his shirt off for the same reason, making it difficult to answer their argument. "We will be getting you some proper nightgowns tomorrow. Francine is still young enough that she may go around like that, but you are a little older, Linda. Do you really feel comfortable walking around showing your breasts to a man?" "Only when the man is you, Dad!" she replied. "So you think calling me Dad will soften me up and let you get away with things?" he asked. "I didn't think it could hurt to try," admitted Linda. "Besides, everyone else is calling you our Daddy, why shouldn't I call you Dad?" "It is a wonderful compliment, Linda, and if you are comfortable with it, I'd be happy if you called me 'Dad'," he told her. "Thank you, Daddy!" she replied, and came over to give him a kiss on his cheek. "Now as to the bare breasts, get over here," he ordered. She approached without caution and he placed his hands on her waist and tickled her until she was lying on the floor, squirming, and begging him to stop. "Tonight, only!" he exclaimed as he let her up. "Oh, Daddy! I love you so much!" she declared. "I'd do anything for you! Anything!" "Then park your bottom, and lets watch a little television before it is time to go to bed," he said. The only show they could find that was suitable for them to watch and had any interest at all was on the Discovery channel, and it was even boring as well. They ended up, as a result, ignoring the television, and talking amongst them, making the evening one of quality time together. When it came time for them to go to bed, they were reluctant, but obedient. Both of them held out for a ride into bed, and each received a good one before they came to rest on their backs. Hugs and kisses were exchanged, but both of them managed to place one kiss on his mouth, before he tucked the sheet over them and headed out the door. Only then did he remember the lock that he had brought home, and that it was not installed. Getting his tool kit, and the lock, he brought it to their door, and prepared to put it on. "You don't need to do that tonight, Dad," offered Linda. "Why don't you leave that for tomorrow. We don't care if it is ever put on, because we trust you and know that we are safe as long as you are here with us." "Alright," he agreed, "but please remind me tomorrow. It wouldn't do to have the welfare officer come here and not find the lock on the door. They might very well take you out of here and to a new home." "We won't forget to remind you, Dad," declared Linda, "especially if it means that!" They exchanged good night wishes and he headed for his own shower and then his bed. Shopping Spree Early the next morning, Bruce entered the girls' room even before they awoke. The sheet had been kicked off and the two lay there in their panties alone. He had to smile, and went to work, installing the lock on their bedroom door. Both of them joined him to watch, disappeared into the bathroom to relieve themselves and then returned to their room. Even as he worked, they slipped off their panties to put on a fresh pair, and then proceeded to get dressed. The innocence and trust did not go unnoticed. Breakfast was ready by the time Miss Joyce arrived, and instead of preparing it, she was able to sit down and eat it. She asked the girls how the night was, and chatted with them about how they liked being there with Mr. Burns. Both reported being very happy, and that they were going to go shopping today. There was considerable excitement in their voices, and he had no idea that they were looking forward to it so much. "This is one of those times where a woman's touch is really needed, Miss Joyce," he stated. Would you consider coming with us and help me get what the girls need? We should be back before supper time." She was reluctant, but with the help of the girls, she finally agreed. The first store they stopped in was reputed to be a reasonably priced clothing store for children and young adults. For the most part, the store lived up to its reputation, and yielded the basics of the wardrobes for the two of them, including underwear and sleepwear, socks, shoes, shorts, shirts, blouses and even the local school's required uniform. Each of them also had a bathing suit purchased for them, and a robe they could wear at the beach or around the house. They then spent awhile in a more up scaled store that catered to the same age group, and various outfits were selected suitable for wearing to the city, or on a less formal outing. Most of their skirts and dresses came from this store. Bruce wanted to buy them a more formal dress as well, but was talked out of it by Miss Joyce, suggesting it would be better to wait for an occasion so that something best suited to the time could be purchased. Lunch followed that store, and the local fast food chicken outlet got their business, which was followed in turn by a trip to the local drug store for hair care products and personal grooming items suitable to a girl's use. Miss Joyce added a bag of feminine napkins to the cart without the notice of the girls. Daddy also took up some vitamin supplements to be given to the two girls, at least until they added a little meat to their meager frames. While they were in the drug store, Linda disappeared, and none of them knew where she was. A search of the store found her in the toy section, holding onto a doll like it was a baby. When she saw them, she placed it back on the shelf from which she had taken it, walked up to them and said she was sorry for touching something that was not hers. "What on earth are you talking about, Linda?" asked Daddy. "Of course it is yours. Bring your baby and put her in the cart until we pay for it," he ordered. Linda put her hands over her open mouth, tried to fight off the tears, and did as she was told, setting it down as if it was a real baby. Spinning around, she jumped up into her Dad's arms, almost knocking him off his feet. "Oh, Daddy, thank you! It is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" she declared. "I've never had a doll of my own, and...thank you!" "You are most welcome, darling," he told her, setting her back down on her feet. "You have reminded me, however, that you girls need to play, and we need a few things for you to play with. Let's see what we can find." They spent the next three quarters of an hour going through and selecting games and other toys for them to play with, and each selection was lovingly added to the shopping cart, but non were put on top of Linda's doll. On the way to the check out desk, a man approached and stopped Bruce. "Excuse me, sir," he said, but I have been watching you for awhile now, and I need to ask, these are not your children are they?" "They are now, it appears," he responded. "May I ask why you are interested?" "I'm sorry, sir, but I am Fred Williams, and this is my store. I know where your store is for I shop there quite regularly. There is just something about how the girls react to you that caused me to speak to you. I also see all the things you are buying, and I thank you for that. There is one item, however, that I can not sell you, for I would like to give this young lady her doll, with my compliments." Taking the doll from the basket, he set it in her arms as if it was a real baby, and she accepted it with wide open eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Williams!" she said. "It is alright to speak to him, isn't it, Daddy?" Bruce had to smile and told her it was quite fine. "There is one more thing. It seems that you missed something back over there for your other young lady. There just happens to be a doll very similar to your sisters, but a little different. Do you think you could provide a good home for her?" "I'd make as good a home for her as Mr. Burns is making for us, Mr. Williams," replied Francine. "Then I think that is as fine a home as she could ever find," he replied. Francine checked with Daddy before she left for the corner of the store with Mr. Williams, and received her own doll. When he returned, Bruce introduced himself to Fred, and they placed themselves on a first name basis. Fred told Bruce how impressed he was with the staff in the hardware store, and how they had satisfied his needs every time that he shopped there. His own staff was being encouraged to treat his customers in the same fashion as what he found in Bruce's store. They exchanged business cards, adding their own home numbers in both cases, and Bruce thanked Fred for his kindness and the business he had provided his store. Promising to keep in touch, they headed for the check out, where Mr. Williams approved the two dolls at no cost. When they left, they knew they would meet again. There was still one more store that they needed to shop in, and that was the grocery store. Bruce had his home stocked to supply his needs, and had not anticipated two additions to the hungry appearing so suddenly. They needed food! Some extras were added to the shopping cart, like the coloured liquid in plastic bags, before they arrived at the last isle where the ice cream products were stored. Bruce had to have it explained how the bags were frozen and then eaten, and was promised a taste when the girls had one. Then with the ice cream added to the cart, they were in a rush to get home and get it relocated into the freezer before it melted. During the drive home, the Bob Marley tune, "One Love" came on the radio, and as soon as Daddy started signing along to the increased volume, the girls and Miss Joyce joined in with him. It was after everything was unloaded, and carried into the house that Miss Joyce came up to her boss and said, "I normally don't do this, except at Christmas, but you have made this nicer than any Christmas day I can remember, Mr. Burns." With that, she threw her arms around him, and hugged him close to her. "God bless you, sir!" she exclaimed. Then everyone was chased out of the kitchen for she was late with supper. While he waited for the meal preparations, Bruce sat back and enjoyed his two little girls playing on the floor before him, primarily with their new dolls. The way they went about talking to the dolls, caring for them and being together with each other made him feel a contentment that he had forgotten knowing. Now, he was really in love with his two new children. Christmas In June "Dinner is served," came the announcement from behind where Bruce sat. When he stood up and looked at the adjoining dining room, he was not prepared for what he saw. Even while he had been sitting there watching the girls, Miss Joyce had set the main dining table, complete with a vase of flowers, candles on either side, and napkins placed in the drinking glasses and opened into a fan shape. "What is this?" he asked. "The table looks like it is set for Christmas dinner." "It may be the beginning of June, sir, but you have made this more like Christmas day than the day itself. Come and take your places, for you have some work to do, Mr. Bruce. You have to carve the turkey!" She had not been kidding, for it was a Christmas dinner. Turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce, roast potatoes, and some peas and carrots mixed together was exactly the menu he liked each Christmas. Miss Joyce gave the blessing. "Father we thank you for allowing us to come together in this wonderful home. By bringing us together, you have blessed us with a kindness known to very few in this world. With your wishes, we ask that you look down favourably on all of us as we eat to nourish our bodies, but we especially ask you, Lord, to watch over this wonderful man with such a large heart. There is non better since your son gave us his life for us. Thank you! Amen!" Bruce stood looking at Miss Joyce for a few moments before he took up the carving knife and fork, and went to work on the bird set before him. His two young ladies sat in absolute wonder at the table, while their two dolls sat on the one chair at the other end of the table. Christmas had come twice in the last six months and he allowed himself to enjoy it as much as he used to enjoy the day when he had his own children and his wife around him. Children At Play After the meal, he was too stuffed to consider any work, and besides, he wanted to watch his little girls enjoying themselves again, for he knew they didn't get enough enjoyment up to recently. They didn't disappoint him either, for they lay on the floor colouring in their new colouring book he had bought them. Even as he watched them, their skinny little bodies stretched out on the floor, his eyes filled up with tears, especially when they began laughing over something one of them had said. It brought joy to his eyes just to see them, and know they were happy. When the mood of the day struck him, he selected and put on some Christmas carols. As the girls began to sink along, his day was made complete, for their sweet little voices filled his heart until if felt like it was about to burst. When Francine came over to him, and said he must sing along, he could not hold them back any longer and the tears flowed. "Daddy's crying, Linda," called Francine in a panic. Linda was suddenly there, asking him what was wrong, while Francine stood at his other side. "There is not a single thing wrong!" he told them. "You two little sweethearts are making me feel so good, I just couldn't hold it back any longer. Would you consider letting me get a hug?" He got two! "Alright girls," he said, taking back control of the situation. "It is time for the two of you to bathe now, and get ready for bed." "I'm sorry, Daddy," said Linda. "I really don't want to not do what you say, but I'm not leaving you while you are crying. May I wait a little while before I bathe? Either that, or you come with us, and stay with us while we bathe." "I am just fine, darling," he reassured her. "You know I'm not supposed to see you naked, so go on now and bathe. I'll be just fine!" "Okay, Daddy," she said, "but I'd really like you to stay with us while we bathe. You are our Daddy now, and it doesn't matter if you see us. We are not going to tell anybody, including the welfare lady, so come with us now...please?" Francine joined the argument with her own little, "Please Daddy! Stay with us cause we always feel so good when you are there." It took a little more pleading on the two girls' part to finally get him to agree. Frankly, he didn't want them to be out of his sight either, for they made him feel good too. Bath Time He started by sitting on the lowered toilet seat while the girls stripped, and climbed into the bathtub, choosing a bath over a shower. Then it progressed to his helping by washing their backs, and soon he was bathing the younger girl. Then the older insisted on it only being fair that she is bathed by him, and he ended up bathing her as well. When they emerged following the bath, he was the one that had to dry them off, head to toe. Both of them then pulled on a clean pair of panties, and considered themselves done. Becoming firm, he placed a smack on each backside, ordered them to get one of their new nightgowns. It was the first time he had punished them, and they rushed to obey, and check back with him to find out if he was still mad at them. He wasn't, and the girls felt that they could breath again. They were allowed to remain up for a little while longer, and spent the time playing again on the living room floor, while he enjoyed their having a good time with each other. When he announced bed time, there were no arguments, and they even took up the things they had been playing with, carrying them back to their room. Once again, they each received their ride into bed, and Daddy enjoyed the giggles his picking them up and swinging them about generated. With their regular hug and kiss, he said good night, set the lock and left them for the night. Bruce remained up thinking about his two children, trying to anticipate other needs that he had not yet addressed, but came up with nothing he could think of. Then again, there would be time enough over the weekend to consider other necessities, and he was tired, and so he retired for the night. Morning Surprise Bruce responded to his internal clock at the usual five the next morning. Even though he used an alarm clock, it was quite often turned off before it sounded, as his timing remained quite accurate. There was no particular rush that he could think of to cause him to get up immediately, and so decided that another few minutes would not be a problem. He never even bothered to open his eyes. Lying there, he was again thinking about other needs the girls would have, when he thought he heard the sound of one of the girls sighing in their sleep. That was not possible, for the sound would not travel from their room to his so easily, and so he put it down to his imagination. When his bed moved, he was instantly awake, and upon sitting up, he found two girls laying in his bed, both of them clad only in their panties. First he was curious, then he became angry, and then puzzled, but somehow he was enjoying their being so close. Slipping out of bed, he went into the bathroom for a shower, and put on the clothes he had carried with him. Returning to his room, they were still on his bed, so he set down his pajamas, and headed down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He was not trying to be noisy, nor quiet about his work, but the sounds must have been responsible for waking at least one of the girls. Both of them came to the kitchen door, each wearing a nightgown. He looked at them, and returned to the breakfast preparations. "Please give us a spanking, Daddy," requested Linda. "We shouldn't have snuck into your bed last night, and we are sorry. If you give us a spanking, then you won't have to stay mad at us." Turning to the girls, he said, "If you don't feel I am worth saying good morning to, then why am I bothering to prepare breakfast?" "Good Morning, Daddy!" came the chorused response. "Good Morning, Ladies," he replied. "I hope you like bacon and eggs for that is one of my favourites." He was assured they did, and they bounded into the kitchen for breakfast. While they were eating, Miss Joyce arrived, and joined them at the table for another meal. "You are forcing me to get up earlier than I am used to, Mr. Burns," she reported. "I am supposed to get your breakfast ready, not you prepare mine." "That is of no consequence, Miss Joyce," he stated. Turning to the girls, he said, "Would one of you please explain how I awoke to find two almost naked girls in my bed this morning?" "Francine had a bad dream, and woke up scared, and was calling for you, Daddy," said Linda. "After you locked the door last night, we didn't think you would be coming in, and we were so hot that we took off our nightgowns. When Francine had her dream, I brought her around to see you, but you were asleep, and she told me not to wake you. If she could just sit there for a couple of minutes, she said she would be alright. When we woke up, we were still on your bed." "Daddy, we know we were bad, and we are really sorry," she continued. "Please spank us so you don't have to be mad at us or send us away." "Well, I am annoyed with you, but it is because you didn't wake me when Francine needed me," he told them. He beckoned Francine to come over to him, and set her up on his lap. "Tell me about your bad dream, darling," he instructed her. "I was dreaming about being with you, but you turned into somebody else, and you scared me. When I woke up, I just needed to know we were still here with you, and I felt okay. Any time I'm with you, I feel okay, Daddy, and I don't ever want to leave you!" "Okay, Francine, I want you to listen very carefully to me," he said in a stern voice. "You are now my little girl, and I love you. We are going to work together to make a nice home for all of us, and you are a part of that home, and this family. I am not anybody that might have scared you in the past, and when you are here, even when you are not in the same place I am, you are safe and under my care. No boys are going to come along and bother you, and I am not going to give you reason to be scared of me. You are safe here with me! Do you understand that?" "Of course I do, Daddy!" she declared. "That's why I needed to see you, just to know we were still with you and safe. Sleeping beside you was kind of neat though, even if it shouldn't have happened." "So you knew you were sleeping in my bed, before you fell asleep did you?" he asked. "I did, but Linda had fallen asleep while I was watching you breathe. It didn't seem right to wake her again, so I just lay down beside you, and then I knew I was safe. It felt so good to be there, Daddy!" "Now I am getting mad!" exclaimed Miss Joyce. "That silly lock business is a stupid thing, and it should not be put on at night. If she wakes up from a bad dream, how are you going to be able to help her if you can't get into the room. What if one of the girls took sick? As far as I am concerned, that lock should never be there at all, and should not be put on at night again. I'd go even further, and say that their door should be opened before you go to bed, so that you can hear them if they cry or call out." "That puts them at risk, Miss Joyce," he said. "The whole purpose of the lock is to keep them safe from me." "They could never be safer than when they are with you, half naked or fully naked for that matter. I understand the requirement, but you can't let that control your lives. Accept them as your real children were accepted by you, and treat them the same way. It does not matter if you see them naked, and you probably will. Just be yourself, and care for them as your own, Mr. Burns. They need to be close to you." "Alright, that's enough for the moment," said Bruce. "I am going to think about all these things, but in the meanwhile, I want to see two nicely dressed little girls, ready to go out with their Daddy." Both the girls squealed in delight, and were off to their room to get dressed. "What a wonderful man you are, Mr. Bruce Burns," said Miss Joyce. "Am I expecting you home for lunch?" "No, I don't think so, Miss Joyce," he said. "I'm not sure where we are going, but I want to take the girls someplace to have them enjoy themselves. Any suggestions?" "Sure," she replied, "the beach." The Beach When the girls rejoined them, they were sent back to get their bathing suits, and a towel each from the linen closet. Bruce got his own bathing suit, accepted the extra towel that Linda had brought out for him, and they piled into the car for a swim at the beach. His wife had always been the organizer when he took his family to the beach while they were with him, and now he discovered that he had a problem. They were at the beach and nobody had on their bathing suit. It took a little thinking about how to overcome the problem without a return home, or alternatively to his store, which was closer. He discovered it in the form of a small inside corner of a building next to the beach, and the use of a large towel. While he held the towel in place, each of the girls took their turn, stripped and pulled on their new bathing suit. That left him, and he decided to change in his car while the girls waited nearby, but not too near the vehicle. Then the race to the water was on. For well over an hour, they romped and played, swam and laughed with each other and basically having a very good time as they came to know each other even better. Bruce had as much fun as the kids, as it had been a long time since he last enjoyed such an outing. When they finally came out of the water, Bruce realized another shortcoming. None of them had any sun screen on for it was sitting wrapped in the towels, thanks to Miss Joyce. Both the girls stood up for Daddy to put it on all their exposed parts, and they insisted on spreading it on him. Remaining on the towel away from the water, Bruce watch the girls build a sand castle nearby, happy for just being able to watch them having fun. Finally they returned to the water for another much shorter swim, and then emerged once again to dry off in the sun. There were a pair of groans when Dad announced that it was time to leave. The drive was made more fun, however, when he put in a CD of Harry Belafonte, and they were able to sing along to 'Day O' and other songs they knew. The stop to get some food and eat it almost became an interruption to the fun they were having. When they were back home, Miss Joyce was preparing their dinner, the girls were dispatched to take a shower, and put back on their clothes they had selected earlier. As soon as the girls were finished, Bruce finally got to take his shower, and get dressed again. With time remaining, they spent awhile in the back yard, Bruce sitting on the veranda while the girls played with their dolls in the shade of one of the trees. They had brought him joy that he had missed for so many years. Home Alone Miss Joyce left immediately after the dinner was finished, and the house was locked up for the night. Since they didn't need to shower again, the girls ended up sitting with him in the living room, still playing with their dolls, while he watched something on the television. Francine was the first to come up and sit beside him, and cuddled up against his chest. Finally, Linda also arrived, and he remained there with one girl under each arm. When he looked a few minutes later, both of them were sound asleep. Bruce got up carefully, and then picked up Francine. Carrying her into their bedroom, he stripped off her clothes and pulled her nightgown on. After placing her carefully into her bed, he returned to the living room to take up Linda. She was certainly heavier, but still seemed light as he carried her into the bedroom. He stripped off her clothes, and then went for the nightgown, having to search a bit before he found the one she had been wearing. Returning to the bed, he paused to look at her laying there in only her panties. Her breasts were developing nicely, but were still very pointed in their shape. Bruce allowed himself to look on her for a minute, enjoying the innocence of this developing girl. It made him realize that he had not purchased any braziers for her, even if they were only the training kind. That would have to be dealt with shortly for they were large enough now to require something, and get her used to wearing a bra. When he bent down to put her nightgown on, Linda resisted, waking from her sleep because of his efforts. "Please no, Daddy!" she said. "It's so hot, and I really don't want to wear it." He yielded to her request and set it aside. "Do you think I am pretty, Daddy?" she asked, still sounding groggy. "Very pretty darling," he replied. "You are growing up just fine!" "But one of these is different from the other," she said as she put her hands under her breasts. "And so it is with every woman in the world, darling," he assured her. Following a few moments pause, Linda asked, "Would you stay with me, and hold me while I go to sleep, please Daddy? It would feel so wonderful to have you here with me." "Turn over on your belly, and I will help you go to sleep, darling," he told her. She did as requested. Placing his hands on her bare back, he began to gently rub her, sometimes allowing his hands to run down her arms. She moaned a little at first, but that soon stopped, to be replaced by a steady rhythm of her breathing. Bruce, however, was enjoying the feel of her skin under his hands, and continued even after she appeared to be asleep. He allowed himself to look down on the little pair of panties covering her bum, and delighted in the smooth roundness of the cheeks beneath the fabric. Knowing it was wrong, he slipped his hands down over her buttocks, and felt the little ass. Then he returned to rubbing her back. He continued the gentle touch of her back for quite awhile, and allowed himself to run down over her butt a couple of more times, and then even further down over her slender thighs. The entire scene was very sensual, and he was blatantly enjoying it, until he finally slipped his hands under the panties, and rubbed her little bum. She was motionless in her sleep, and he took even further advantage of her, pulling her panties down to her thighs, and looked at her little bare ass. It was very sweet, and sexy, and he could not resist giving it the same kind or rubbing he had done to her back. Then he pulled her panties back up, and got up, ready to leave the room. "Please stay, Daddy," called Linda. "That was feeling so nice, and I don't want it to stop." "Have you been awake the whole time?" he asked. "Yes, Daddy. It was feeling too nice to go to sleep, especially when you were rubbing my bum." "That is something I should not even see, and certainly should not touch, Linda," he said. "It was very wrong of me to be doing that." "I know, Daddy, but I don't care. Francine is asleep, and it felt so nice. I will never tell anybody else but I want you to do it some more, please," she begged. Sitting back down on the side of her bed, he placed his hands on her back once again. Linda was the one to reach down and push her panties down out of the way, allowing him to look at her bum, and waiting for his touch. When he finally allowed his hands to slide down her back, and over her butt, she made a little moaning sound. "I told you before, Daddy, that I'd do anything for you. I really meant that, because I would do anything for you, and I'd let you do anything to me that you wanted. I love you, so much that it hurts every time I am away from you." "If I keep this up, I might loose you after all," he told her. "No you won't Daddy," she said as she turned over on her back. "You can touch me everywhere, and you and I would be the only ones that ever knew. Please, Daddy, make me feel good all over." Bruce glanced over at Francine, to see her curled up, and apparently sound asleep. Linda noticed his glance, got up and removed her panties completely, and then beckoned him to follow. With considerable growing concern, he did, all the way to his room. "Now we are alone, even if she does wake up. She would call me if she did wake up, so now it is safe to touch me, everywhere. Please, Daddy, I want to be your little girl more than anything." "This is so wrong, Linda," he told her. "You are so sweet, but it is just too wrong to allow it." Linda reached out and put her arms around his neck, and then placed a kiss on his lips. "I don't care how wrong it is, Daddy," she declared. "I am your little girl for you to enjoy. I want you to touch me everywhere, and make me yours. You and I would be the only ones that ever knew." Her standing so close to him caused him to put his hands on her back again, and he began rubbing her as he had done earlier. Again, he let his hands travel down over her butt, and kneaded the two cheeks while he looked at her naked crotch. She was so sweet, and touching her felt better than he could have imagined. Suddenly the decision was made, and he picked her up in his arms and set her down on his bed. With her lying on her back, he began running his hands over her front, and onto her breasts. She arched her back up when he first made contact with them, trying to get them closer into his hands. When he leaned forward and kissed the nipple of the first breast, she grabbed his head to hold it against her breast, and curled up on his bed, for she was in the middle of a sexual climax. "Oh, Daddy! That feels so good and makes me feel warm all over. I don't understand how anything so nice could be a bad thing to feel." She was now laying spread eagle on the bed, her arms and legs spread apart to expose her entire front. When he reached out and gently ran his fingers over the lips of her vulva, she bent her knees, and spread her legs even more to allow his touch. As his fingers found her clitoris, she moaned with the sensation it sent throughout her small body, her eyes clamped closed and her face turned to one side. Moving the tip of one finger down, he began rubbing the edges of the opening just below her clitoris causing her to moan out even more. As the tip of his finger entered the wet opening, she pushed her little butt up off the bed in an effort to feel more of his touch. "Play with it Daddy!" she exclaimed as he continued to do just that. "It makes me feel so good. Oh, Daddy, yes! Yes!" Once again she climaxed, twisting her body as she felt the sensations throughout her. Buce leaned forward and placed his lips on the lips of her vulva, right at her clitoris. As he kissed her, she pressed against him as hard as she could, moaning all the while. When he opened his mouth, it covered her entire vulva, and allowed him to run his tongue from the top of her slot, all the way to the bottom, and the insertion of the tip inside her very wet opening to her vagina. Any resistance he had built into him was gone with the taste of her vaginal juices, and before he realized it, he was over her, and beginning to penetrate her willing opening. When he did push in past her hymen, and removed her virginity, he did have enough to wait until she had recovered before he began to pump in and out of her little hole, but did claim her completely. Chances were pretty good she would be sleeping in his bed regularly, and when she was a little older, he would have two young girls to fuck regularly, for the sensation of this one was far beyond his expectations, and one time would not be enough. Page 1 of 45