{ASST} Unexpected_ Family {Mr_Ed} (Mg, Mm, mg, oral, cons, anal) 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. Unexpected Family by: Mr. Ed His wife had been with him when they picked out the piece of land on which they would spend the rest of their days. Escaping from the cold of Canada, the piece of land in Jamaica was their dream coming true. That was before his wife was taken from him prematurely by cancer. Now he had to live up to his promise made on her death bed that he would still complete the house and retire there. The land was not that far from the second city of Jamaica, and it would provide the needed resource for his supplies when they were required. With the major land clearing and construction work done by contractors while they were still in Canada, it became a matter of getting their furniture and personal effects moved by shipping container and located inside the new house. Sure there was still a lot to do to plant a garden, put down grass for both the front and back lawns, but these he would do while he was living there, and give himself something to keep his mind occupied. Situated on the top of a hill, he had a marvellous view of distant hills, fertile valleys and a good assortment of wild birds nesting in the trees on and around the property. The roadway was far enough away that traffic could be heard in the distance, but not a major source of noise pollution. With his nearest neighbour nearly half a mile away, it did at times seem a little remote from civilization, but since the death of his one love in life, he did not mind being remote, so an occasional visit to a restaurant or movie theatre would provide the socialization sufficient for his purposes. Several months after he had arrived, he was landscaping the land down closer to the road used to access the property. He noticed the old woman walking rather slowly as she approached along the road, and offered her a drink from his water supply he had carried to his work area. It was obviously appreciated and became an excuse for some conversation. She was on her way home from a medical clinic that she had attended earlier that day, and mentioned she did not have the funds to pay a taxi to carry her home. With his kind heart, he fetched his car and carried her the balance of the way to her house. Three days later, he was putting the finishing touches to the land adjacent to the road when a young boy approached his fence and called to him. "My Mommy told me to come and see you, Sir," he reported. "Now who would your mother be that she would send you to me?" he asked. "She told me to tell you that she was the lady you carried home one day, Sir," replied the youth. "She was feeling very poorly that day, and you took her home." "Ah, yes," he recalled. "How is your Mommy doing now?" he asked the boy. "Not too good, Sir," he said. "She was hoping you would spare the time to stop by and see her when you have the time, Sir." "Perhaps she needs to go back to the clinic she visited," he said, mostly to himself. "How would you like to wait there, let me get back up to my house, and we'll go visit her in my car? That way, if she needs help, we will have a way to carry her." "You are kind, just like she said," commented the boy. "I'm sure she would be very grateful for you doing that, Sir." "Listen," he said. "The house is a good climb up the hill, and it will take me a few minutes. How'd you like to walk with me and keep me company while we go for the car?" "Yes, Sir!" said the boy with some enthusiasm showing for the first time. "Come through the small gate there, and I'll start since I know you are able to move faster than I could go. You'll catch up to me pretty fast." "Coming!" confirmed the boy as he headed towards the gate. When the boy caught up to him, he was less than one third of the way towards the house. He ran up to his side, puffing a little from the run, and got a hand on his shoulder from the man and a smile from his face. Returning the smile, the boy caught his breath as they walked along casually. "My name is Bruce Burns, son," said the man. "What would I call you?" "Mike, Mr. Burns," replied the boy. "Well, Mike, it is nice to meet you, for I really haven't had much chance to meet any of my neighbours yet. As a matter of fact, your Mommy I guess was the first, and you are the second." "We all know about you, Mr. Burns," said the boy. "We know you came from foreign, and some men from the area were building the house for you. Before they built the fence, us kids used to come up and help a little after school and stuff. We used to get a free lunch from the men if we helped on the weekends, so we usually did." "Then I guess that deserves a thank you for helping build the house," said Mr. Burns. "One day I imagine I will meet the other boys that were helping with that work, and perhaps we could organize a trip into the McDonald's restaurant for a burger or something." "Wow!" exclaimed Mike. "You really are a nice man," he said. "Well thank you, Mike," he replied. "I must say, you seem to be pleasant enough, and I hope we meet more than today. Maybe I could hire you once in awhile to help clean up the yard, cut the grass and things like that." "I know I'd love that, Mr. Burns," said Mike with considerable enthusiasm. "Okay, the house is locked up, so we can get the car and be on our way," said Mr. Burns as the garage door opened by itself. Mike looked, but said nothing. As they drove down the road to the gate, the large gate swung open to allow them to drive off the property onto the main road. Mike turned to watch it closing as they pulled away. "Both the garage door and gate have openers on them, and I control them by this little remote control," explained Mr. Burns. "I thought it was the greatest magic I've ever seen," commented Mike. "No magic involved, Son," said Bruce with a laugh. "Perhaps laziness, but no magic." "We've seen the work you've done to make your place look so nice, Mr. Burns," said the boy. "The last thing anybody could call you is lazy!" "My dear young man, you do make me feel good," said Bruce. "What a delight you are, and I'm so glad to meet you! You've made me smile for the first time since I don't remember when." "Mommy will be so glad to see you, Sir," said the boy as he drove up to her gate and parked. "I bet she will smile when she sees you." Indeed she did! When he was ushered into the house, she was stretched out on the chesterfield in what must have been the centre room and her smile was broad and welcoming. Bruce could see that the house had not been that well cared for over a considerable period of time, and he suspected it was due to her illness. Even behind the mess, he could tell that it was originally in much better order. "Good morning, Ma'am," he greeted her. "Good morning, Sir," she replied. "I'm so sorry I had to summon you, but had little choice in the matter. Could you please have a seat, for I must talk to you for a few minutes?" "By all means," he agreed as he took a seat. "My name is Bruce," he told her. "I'm Cynthia Wilson," she offered. "Bruce, I've got a huge problem, and I don't know if you would be interested in helping, but please give me long enough to explain." "There are no urgent matters for me to deal with, so please don't worry, I have the time to listen, Ms. Wilson." "The simple fact is I'm dying," she told him. "When we first met, I had been told earlier that day that it would only be a matter of a few weeks or even just days until I've gone. That leaves me with my big problem. I have three children living with me, and they are here because nobody else cared for them. At the same time, I see you are living alone up there at your house, and nobody should be that alone." "My wife was supposed to be here with me, but cancer took her before we could realize our dream," he explained. "The same thing that will claim me," she said. "I love my three children, and wondered if you would take them in when I've gone? Nobody else cares about them, and I would like them to be cared for. Mostly they can take care of themselves, help around the yard, and really only need to have food provided, and a little guidance once in awhile. Wouldn't it be nicer to have some company in your yard?" "Ms. Wilson, I'd love the company, and Mike has already said he'd come up to help keep up the yard. I am a man living alone, however, and children should have a woman to care for them." "They need somebody to care for them, but a man can care for children just as well as any woman," she countered. "You are their only hope, and nobody would question you having children around that you are caring for. I should mention there is the one burden apart from food, and that is their schooling. The school fees are really high, and then there is the books and uniforms needed." "Now that is not a problem," he assured her. "Whatever they are, I could handle the financial part of it, so if they need my help in that way, rest easy for they will have it. Perhaps what should happen is that I meet the other boys, for if they are anything like Mike, perhaps we could work out something." "Go call them, Mike," instructed Ms. Wilson. "Think of how nice it would be to have your dishes washed, laundry done all free of cost, Bruce. I don't feel right calling you by your first name, Sir. What is your surname?" "It's Burns, but I prefer 'Bruce', Ms. Wilson," he told her. "Then I'm Cynthia," she said. "Ah, here they are. Come, children! Meet Mr. Burns." "Good morning, Mr. Burns," said two girls in unison. "My dear Cynthia," he said in shock. "Good morning, ladies," he then said to the girls. "They're girls! A man can't have girls living with him and no woman to be there!" "This is Jamaica, Mr. Burns," said Cynthia. "Nobody would give it a passing thought, and nobody else would be willing to take them in, and could not afford them if they did. They are all so well behaved, and I'd hate for them to have nobody to care for them." "We can do all sorts of things, Mr. Burns," offered the older girl. "We could take good care of you. We cook, clean, do laundry, and don't give any trouble," she said. "Oh, my precious little sweetheart," he exclaimed. "All those things are not important to me, but as nice as it would be, it just doesn't seem like a good idea to have two girls living with a man alone. Maybe I could find a woman to come in and care for your needs during the day, but what would I do at night?" "Would you not have a room that they could sleep in?" asked Ms. Wilson. "Sure I would, but that is the time girls are the most vulnerable," he countered. "They need the protection a woman could afford them." "I know they are not your daughters," said Cynthia, "but fathers have been known to bring up their children when the mother leaves for whatever reason, death or running away. Nobody would care about you, and don't forget you'd have Mike there to protect their interest. Please consider it, Mr. Burns?" begged Cynthia as she clutched her belly. "Are you in pain, Ms. Wilson?" asked Bruce. "It gets bad sometimes," she confirmed. "It will soon pass!" Bruce sat thinking about what he was being requested to do. So far he did not know the girl's names, their ages, nor had he seen any paper records that there might be for them. He knew where he could put them in his home, for there was no shortage of space, and he had no problem with helping them other than the simple fact of him being alone. "None of us would steal anything of yours, Mr. Burns," offered Mike after awhile. "We would all be willing to do work, and are really scared about being alone." "Oh, Mike," he responded, "somehow I will figure out a way to help you, I just don't have the answers right now. It may not be me, but none of you will be alone." "If we go to a home for children, we won't be able to stay together," stated the older girl. "You're our only hope, Mr. Burns." Bruce looked at the three youngsters. The older girl was about ten, the next was perhaps eight or nine, while Mike was the older at about twelve or thirteen years of age. All four were watching him as he considered the problem he had not anticipated. "Ms. Wilson, the first thing I see is the need to give you a better level of care. May I suggest that I carry you to my home, and allow me to care for you for as long as necessary? I'm sure the children would also be willing to help. That way, I'll have some time to think about how to find a woman that I can hire to help with the children." "Bless you, Mr. Burns," declared the dying woman. "I can see you are as kind as I first thought, and know you will make sure the children are properly cared for. Since it is getting closer, I wouldn't mind a few days of peace, if you are willing to do that." "Before we leave here, do you have any papers or records about the children?" he asked. "I'm sure their birth certificates, immunization records, and such things would be very important." "Here is the key to a box where I keep all my important papers," she said. "My will is in there too. Mike, would you bring Mr. Burns the box, please?" "Yes, Ma'am," he responded, and went to a desk to get the box. "Girls, could you tell me your names, please?" he asked them. "I'm Susan," said the older girl, and this is Nancy, Mr. Burns." "Well, Susan and Nancy, I'm afraid I have a little work for you to do. Please go and get the things Ms. Wilson will need, clothes and toothbrush and anything you think she might need, and find something to carry them in. Then, you'll have to do the same thing for yourselves." "Yes, Sir!" responded Susan. Nancy came over and threw her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to have to watch out for you, I suppose," said Bruce. "You seem to be the little thief that is going to try and steal my heart away." "I love you, Mr. Burns," she offered the first words he had heard her speak. "You don't know me enough to say that," he told her with a smile. "Sure I do," she said. "You talk so nice, worry about Mommy, and Mike said how nice he found you were. You're a nice man, and I do love you!" "Then you won't mind if I give you a little hug and a kiss on your sweet forehead," he said as he did both. "Thank you, Nancy. Now how about you go and help Susan?" "Yes, Sir," she said. "He's wonderful!" she said to her sister. "You have won her heart and Mike's I suspect," said Cynthia. "They are wonderful children," he told her. "You've done a good job with them to this point, and should be very proud of them." "I am, and to hear you tell me that makes me very lucky to have met you too, Mr. Bruce Burns. They couldn't have anybody better to care for them." "Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Burns," said Mike, "but I love my sisters, and feel really good about how you just were with Nancy. As long as you are there, I can stop worrying about them. I'm not scared anymore, either." "You and I will have the burden of responsibility, Mike," said Bruce. "I'm sure I'm going to need a lot of help from you." "Anything I can do, I'll do, Mr. Burns," he declared. "Go get what you will need, Son, for we need to get there in time for lunch. Everybody must be hungry or soon will be." "Mr. Burns?" called Mike hesitantly. "Would you give me a hug like you gave Nancy?" "It would be a privilege, Mike," said Bruce as he held his arms open to the boy. He came into them and hugged him as tight as he could with his young muscles. Bruce picked the lad up off the floor, holding his head against his own shoulder. He noticed the boy's erection against his belly, and whispered, "Its okay, Mike," when the boy tried to hide it. Guiding him into lifting his head, Mike received a kiss on his forehead as had Nancy. "I'm going to do everything I can to make you love me, Mr. Burns," said Mike. "Then you will have nothing to do, for I am already in love with you, Mike," said Bruce. "Damned, the idea of having a son at home is super nice, especially when he is a fine young man like you!" Mike got sent off to collect his things, while Bruce went to check for perishable foods on hand. The little bit of milk that was in the fridge was poured out for a cat that was patrolling the house, and purred when he petted his back. "Guess I'll need to build a door for this one to come in and out," he said to Cynthia. "I was afraid to suggest Trigger to you, but you prove yourself once again," she said. "Thank you, and God Bless you, Bruce. You are a wonderful man!" When Bruce smiled and stroked her face, she held his hand to kiss it, and press it back against her face. "I guess you know I'm going to get stuck with three children, and will do all I can to make them happy, Cynthia." "They are truly lucky children, Bruce," she said. "So am I!" There were three black plastic bags, one suitcase and the little locked box to load into the car. When these were in place, Bruce picked up Cynthia, and carried her out, placing her on the seat beside him. The children got into the back, and Bruce returned to lock up the house. Before he did, he picked up Trigger the cat and carried her to pass to Mike to hold for the trip. A shower of rain had started before they reached his house, but represented no problem to him for he drove straight into his garage. From there it was easy to carry Cynthia into the main house, set her down while he prepared the room to accommodate her. Susan came in as he was making the bed, and immediately started helping him with it. "Thank you, Mr. Burns," she said. "I'd like to make an appointment with you for when you have the time, Sir." "You don't need an appointment," he said. "Any time you want to talk to me, then you can." "It wasn't for talking I wanted to see you, Sir," she said. Tears were dripping down from her face. "What are you crying about, Susan?" he asked as he went over to her, the work abandoned. "I was scared too, but you're so nice! I wanted a hug like you gave the others," she blurted out. "My dear little princess!" he exclaimed as he hugged the youngster to his chest. "Why would wanting a hug make you cry?" "Because I'm so happy, and not scared anymore," she declared. "Thank you, Sir! I'm so happy to be here, and I'm sorry about being a silly girl and crying." "Let me tell you what you've done," he said. "You've put yourself in grave danger for happy tears need a good tickle!" Suddenly Susan was squirming about, laughing as he tickled her waist, showing no mercy as she dropped to the floor. When he stopped, she looked up at him and smiled. "Have you learned your lesson, Susan?" "I know I'm more in love with you than ever," she said as he helped her to her feet. "You are a real special man, and I love you more than anything!" "Then that deserves a kiss," he said as he placed one on her forehead. "Now how about finishing so we can get Mommy into her bed?" It was a few moments later, while they were each putting pillow cases on the two pillows for the bed that she said, "Mommy isn't our real mother, and you're not our real father, but may we call you 'Daddy'?" Bruce froze, the pillow still in hand. Shaking his head in disbelief, he was still smiling at her. Finally he said, "Okay, but on one condition." "What's the condition?" she asked. "That you can put up a good pillow fight," he said as his pillow struck her. Suddenly the two of them were exchanging blows of the soft pillows, both of them laughing all the while. Mike came in to see what the noise was, and both of them turned on him with the pillows. "He said we can call him Daddy, Mike," blurted out Susan. Mike stood up straight, ignored the last blow from Susan's pillow and looked at him. Bruce tossed the pillow onto the bed and held his arms open to both the children, and both accepted the embrace, lifted off their feet. "Come on, let's get Mommy in bed, so we can see what food we have to make lunch with." "I'll fix the pillows while you get her, Daddy," said Susan. When she was carried in and saw the room, Cynthia's eyes watered. "Thank you, Bruce," she said. "This is such a nice place to be spending my last days." "Once we've all eaten, I'm going to ask Susan to come in an bathe you, Mommy," he told her. "I'm sure a little rubbing alcohol on your back wouldn't hurt either." "May I bother you for some paper to write on, and a pen, Bruce?" asked Cynthia. "I'll send them with Mike, while I'm tending to lunch," he told her. "I've got a little bell, a souvenir of mine, so you will be able to ring it if you need anything." "Thank you, Bruce," she said. "Thank you for being God's gift to us!" "You better see if the food is good enough to eat before saying that, Mommy," he said with a smile. "I'll check you later, Mommy." From his office, Bruce handed a writing pad, a clip board to support it, a pen, and the mentioned bell, and passed them to Mike. He then headed towards the kitchen and Susan followed behind. They worked together to prepare the meal, and had the table set for everyone else except Ms. Wilson's platter separate on the counter. "Everybody wash up their hands before lunch," he ordered. Mike and Nancy did as directed, while Susan delivered the meal to her guardian, for she had already washed before starting to help with the food. Then they were all sitting at the table, and sharing the meal together. On the morning of the fourth day, Ms. Cynthia Wilson was found dead. There was a look of contentment upon her face, almost as if she was smiling at the moment of death. Her eyes were closed, and she was lying comfortably on the bed. Bruce had become Dad or Daddy to the children already, and his first order of business was to comfort them at the loss they felt for the woman they called 'Mommy'. Then it was a call to a funeral home to come and remove her body and obtain the necessary death certificate from the hospital. Bruce and the children followed her Hurst into town later than morning, using his car to travel, and giving them a means of returning when things were done that needed to be done. Bruce took care of the notification of her family, all of them overseas. Her older son agreed to save him the cost of telling her other family of her demise, so the one call took care of that duty. He picked the casket and paid for it, arranged for the flowers, and would arrange the service at the local church when he got home. Internment had been requested in the church graveyard and would be arranged at the same time. Upon reaching home that evening, Bruce found the writing pad he had provided her. On it was written a new will. It touched him when he read it aloud to the children. "I leave everything I own to my latest love, Mr. Bruce Burns, to do with as he sees fit." It was signed and dated three days ago. Below the will, on the next page was a letter. This he read to the children. "Thank you for coming into my life, Bruce Burns. Never has anybody received a kinder gift than your friendship and love. I know the children will be very happy with you, and that you will care for them in the same loving way I've seen these last two days. They are your children now, and I can die in peace, knowing they are well cared for. The few things I leave I hope can be used to assist you in their care." It was dated yesterday. "She really loved you, Daddy," said Mike. "I didn't know her for very long, and I wish I had known her longer," he said. "She seemed to be a grand lady." "Are you still going to keep us, Dad?" asked Mike. "There's no doubt about it," he said. "I'll fight whoever I have to so I can keep you children. Hire a woman if necessary, whatever it takes! You are my kids now!" Bruce took comfort in having three children hugging him at one time, especially these three, for he had fallen in love with them. That night, all four of them ended up sleeping on the one bed...his. When they were ready for bed, each had asked to spend a little time with him, so he ended up with Susan next to one side, Nancy on the other side, and Mike on the other side of Nancy. That is where they fell asleep. Bruce had enough room to accommodate two of her family when they arrived, with husbands and wives each having one of his spare bedrooms. Nancy was moved in with Susan to make room for the second couple, and was quite happy about the arrangement. When they learned the story as it had unfolded, they decided and acted upon their decision and had a lawyer draft up an agreement in support of her wishes in her final will. They also encouraged that he keep the children rather than sending them into institutions. Bruce was their support and comfort during the funeral service and this made it clear to everyone attending how much they had come to love him. Nobody from the area would question him on the matter again, and several offered assistance and other forms of encouragement to the man they were finding out about for the first time. It was a far flung community, if it could be called that, but he suddenly found himself as a part of the community. Two weeks later, the last visitor was gone. After Bruce drove them to the airport, as a form of celebration he stopped to buy the kids lunch at the McDonald's that he had promised them some time before. Afterwards he took them to a small fair that was running in the area, put them on a few amusement rides, and warmed his own heart as he was able to watch them laughing as children should be able to laugh. "Okay, guys," he said as he parked in the garage. "Everybody out of your good clothes; you might as well bathe at the same time, and back to your regular yard clothes when you are finished." "Dad," called Mike. "I think you are about the greatest man ever!" "Thank you, Mike," responded Bruce. "It doesn't hurt that you guys are about the best kids, ever!" he declared. "You haven't had to spank any one yet, Daddy," offered Nancy. "Not even me!" "And I have no intention of ever spanking any one of you," he declared. "To have to spank you would mean I was a failure as a father!" "See what I mean?" asked Mike of his sisters. "He's the greatest!" "Be careful though," warned Susan. "Dad sure knows how to tickle real good!" As he held up his hands like claws, all three took off for inside the house, giggling as they went. He followed behind, wearing a smile. Bruce prepared a simple meal of leftovers that evening, and this they enjoyed just as much as the first time they had it fresh cooked. It was clear to them that their Dad knew how to cook very well indeed, with as much help being given by Susan as she could. She especially like the way he would thank her for what she thought of as her small help. Nancy was the one to set the table most times, and everyone cleared the table at the end. With him having a dishwasher, they never had to wash dishes, and his clothes washer and dryer prevented them from having to do laundry, leaving them time to be children. When they came down this particular day for the supper prepared without Susan's help, both the girls were dressed in some of their finer clothes, and both wearing short skirts. Bruce greeted them with a smile before returning to what he was doing, stopped and turned back to look at them. "My, what beautiful young ladies we have visiting us today," he said. "May I know your names?" "Oh, Daddy!" exclaimed Susan. "We wanted to look nice for you!" "Well, you certainly have managed that," he exclaimed. "What good looking young ladies you are!" "Can we help?" asked Susan as she came towards him. "Only by waiting for your brother and then eating the food," he said. "What's this?" he asked, as Mike came down the stair. He too was dressed very nicely in one of his finer suits. "We all wanted you to know how special we think you are, Dad," he said. "By dressing up, we thought you would be pleased." "Well, I am, but I am always pleased by my three youngsters," he told them. "You would look good to me no matter what you wore. Never mind that now. Let's get some food for our empty bellies and then I can get around to tickling you guys." "You'll have to catch me first," laughed Mike. "Come over here a second, Mike," said Bruce seriously. When he drew close, Bruce put his hands on his shoulders, and said, "That was easy. I knew you wouldn't run away from me." "Never in a thousand years!" he exclaimed as he wrapped himself around Dad. "Get out of my way," said Bruce only pretending to be serious. "I have some hungry people to feed." They sat at the kitchen table, and found out how good leftovers could taste when properly prepared, especially by their Dad. As the family sat around relaxing that evening, taking in a little television, Mike took advantage of a break in the program to ask, "Dad, what do you do different since we came to live with you?" "Well, let's see now," he said thoughtfully. "I don't get so bored of being alone anymore, I get to talk to my children instead of myself, which is much more interesting, and I keep my clothes on," he reported. "Why?" "What do you mean you keep your clothes on, Dad?" asked Mike. "When the house was all big and empty, I would usually go without dressing once I had bathed," he said. "I used to sleep that way too." "Nothing?" asked Susan. "Hair, skin and a pair of slippers," he told her. "Did you like going around like that?" asked Nancy. "My wife and I used to do that all the time," he said. "It made for some interesting times, for she was a real good looking lady." "That's her picture we see around the house, isn't it, Daddy?" asked Susan. "That's her," he agreed. "I still miss her, for we used to have some great times together, God rest her soul." The show returned at that point, and everybody's attention returned to the screen. During the next break, Bruce got up, headed into the kitchen and put out a few dishes of ice cream, one for each of them. None of the kids had followed him in, or showed up at that point, so he set the dishes on a serving tray, and carried them into the living room on it. Still no children, so he put each dish where they had been sitting, and one at his place. When he stood, there were the three children at the room door, standing there stark naked. "We voted to try and make things good for you, Dad," said Mike. "If this is how you used to go around, then we decided we should too!" "The problem is you are no longer the young kids you used to be," he pointed out. "Susan has breasts now, your penis is somewhat distended, Mike, and not really something you should be displaying to each other. I'm an adult, and you guys are on the way there, but haven't arrived just yet." "When we were at Ms. Wilson's we used to bathe together, Dad," said Susan. "Both the girls have seen my penis when it was at it's hardest," stated Mike. "They even washed it for me when it was hard." Bruce walked closer to them, looking over all three of their bodies. "Let me tell you that to see you is a wonderful gift that you have given me," he said. "It is not what should happen though and is far too tempting to me. I like to see youngsters, and am tempted to do things to them were the chances there, and to have you going around naked like that would be too much of a temptation for me to bear." "You can do anything you want to me, Daddy," declared Susan. "Me too," offered Mike. "Me too, Daddy," chirped in Nancy. "Come and let's eat the ice cream before it melts," he ordered, bringing a cheer from each of the kids as they rushed to their treat. Bruce took his seat as well, and started on his ice cream while he took a look at each of the children in turn. Ever since his teens, he had liked to see pictures of children naked, and even those engaged in sex. All this time he had kept it his secret; helped by his wife's willingness to go around nude with him, and share sex with him when he became aroused. He had enjoyed glimpses of naked children on many occasions, or some just provocatively dressed at places such as a beach. For the first time he had three naked children in his presence, and to him they were the finest looking children he had ever seen, even verses the thousands of pictures he had stored on his computer. Susan and Nancy collected the used dishes and headed to the kitchen with them. Mike looked at his Dad, and said, "Nobody would ever know, Dad!" "It's just not right, Mike," he exclaimed. "I love it, but don't trust myself!" Susan and Nancy returned from the kitchen before Mike said, "Every one of us would do anything we could to please you, Dad. If you want to rape the girls, or even me, then we'd be happy to do something you really wanted. I like when we used to bathe together, and we'd be just as happy to bathe with you, or anything else you wanted to do with us. We all love you, Dad!" Both Susan and Nancy were nodding agreement. "Sleep with me in my bed tonight," he told them. All three were dancing around as happy as they could be by his words and what they meant. Nothing was of any interest to them on television again that evening, and with their encouragement, all of them headed up into his bedroom. Before his three children, Bruce stripped off his clothes and exposed himself, his penis fully erect. "As you can tell from this, I like seeing my children without clothes on." "Then we will show you all the time," said Susan. Bruce walked over and went behind Susan. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he said, "It would be okay with you if I held those sweet breasts of yours, darling.?" "Please do, Daddy," she said as she pressed back against his penis. With it pressing against the top of her bum crack and up against her waist, she felt her breasts enfolded in his hands and sighed with pleasure. "Thank you, Daddy! Thank you!" "You are such a beautiful young girl, Susan," he told her in her ear. "Are you going to rape me, Daddy?" she asked. "I'm ready if you are." "I don't want to rob my baby of her virginity," he told her. "I'm not a virgin, Daddy," she replied and he froze at the words. "Mike has made love to me a few times now." "Please don't be angry with us, Dad," asked Mike. "We did it before we met you, and only a couple of times since then." "I'm not angry, Mike or Susan," he said. "I want you to do it again for me, and let me watch." Before he released Susan, Bruce ran his hand down between her legs, and pushed his finger up into her vagina. Indeed she was not a virgin, and he felt deep inside her, and increasing her desire to an even higher level. Picking her up, Bruce set her down on the bed, watched Mike climb over her and enter her willing body. "Come let Daddy hold you, Nancy," he told the younger girl. She came into his arms and as they both watched Mike and Susan having sex, he fondled her, felt up to make sure she was still a virgin, and then masturbated her by playing with her vulva. She climaxed almost the same moment Susan and Mike came, and Mike's seed would be shooting up inside of Susan's naked body. "Was I okay, Dad?" asked Mike when he had pulled out after recovery. "You were fine," he assured his young boy. "I'm going to try and teach you ways to make it better though," he added. "Will you do it to me like Mike does one day, Daddy?" asked Susan. "Darling, I think I'm about to do it to you right now," he said as he got over her. "I can't help it, Susan! I've got to take you now that I've seen Mike into you." As he said it, he entered her willing vagina. Each time he pumped into Susan, she called out, "Daddy!" His body slapped against her belly and he went in to the full depth his penis could reach. With Mike's seed inside her, and her juices, his penis was rather wet, and slid in and out with ease. It was tight and good to feel her vagina wrapped around his cock and he could not make it last a very long, and barely got her to a climax before he added his seed to Mike's. With everyone watching, Susan was given a douche when they had recovered enough to deal with necessities. Bruce could recognize the seed that floated about in the water of the toilet bowl after flowing out over the hand he held the nozzle with inside of her vagina. "I'm going to find a doctor that will put something inside you to keep you from having a baby, Susan," he told her. "I bet the abortion doctor would do that, Daddy," she suggested. "I've heard he likes money, so will do anything for a price. A friend that had an abortion showed me where his place is," she said. "Sounds like you will have to put up with me in the room, darling," he told her. "I'm not going to leave you alone with a doctor like that." "Thanks, Daddy," she said. "I was scared about it until you told me that you'd be there. I will still hate him seeing inside me, but will do it for you, Dad." Neither the Doctor nor Bruce particularly liked each other. He did like money as Susan had said and he agreed to let Bruce into the examination room. It was a bit of a surprise to Bruce when he taught him where and how to put in and remove an I U D, and was given instructions on how often to change it. All during this, Susan lay back with her vagina exposed, held open by the tongs to their view, touch and examination, her feet high up in the stirrups. It was afterwards that Bruce realized the doctor had instructed him so he could have a longer look up into an eleven year old's vagina, and wondered how many of his own children he had aborted over the years. Household practice became that everyone would bathe late in the afternoon, and very close to supper time. The house would be closed up prior to the bathing, and then all four of them would go in together and have their shower. Usually one would do the back of another, if not more when the mood took them. Following the shower, they dried off, again with assistance, and remained nude for the balance of the day, evening, and night. Bruce presumed that would present a problem when Susan started her period, but did not allow it to worry him. If she soiled the bed sheets, he could wash it out or buy new ones to replace them as required. Nancy became frustrated watching and only having limited participation in their having sex. When Bruce gave her oral sex, she changed her mind, and was quite content with it for awhile. He knew he should stall as long as possible, and decided he needed to see the start of her breasts before she would become completely active sexually. Mike also got clear instructions in the matter and clearly agreed as well as understood. One evening, Mike was being given oral sex by both Nancy and Susan when Bruce took a turn on the boy's penis. It did not last long, for Mike became so excited to see his Dad doing it to him that he could not hold his climax back. Bruce swallowed it before he entered Susan to satisfy his desires in her body. She, in turn, got just as much pleasure out of the time as did Bruce. Mike was the first to try anal sex, on the instructions of his Dad. Susan became the recipient of that time and had another first by Mike's entry into her butt. Not until she had done it several time with him, and learned how to hold it stretched open did Bruce have his first time into her bum. Their activities were also not confined to the inside of the house either. When Bruce came across Susan outside one day, in an area surrounded by the bushes out back and the house on the other side, he had an urge, pulled her panties down and off, and had her right there under the shade of an overhanging tree. That same evening, Susan was led back outside completely naked by both Mike and Bruce, equally as naked. Under the light of the rising moon, she accepted her Dad first, and then her brother as they gave her pleasure, and satisfied their own desires in her body. On the rare occasions somebody came by the house, the alarm on the gate would see them all dawn clothes before the caller could reach up to the house. To the visitor, they seemed to be a happy, and well adjusted family, laughing and smiling a lot, for that is what they did whether or not somebody was there. The fact is they were in love with life as well as each other, and wanted things to be as they were.