{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.