{ASS} Willing_Victim {Mr_Ed} (MF, rom, Mf, 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. Willing Victim by: Mr. Ed Introduction and Background He was a semi-retired man in his mid fifties, living in a semi-tropical paradise known as Jamaica. Now the paradise referred to the climate, but not the circumstances in which the majority of the population lived, for the edge of poverty was common to many, and there were more people on the lower side of the divide than on the upper side of it. Anyone that looked even the slightest bit prosperous would receive requests for money from beggars anytime they happened to be accessible to the large scale numbers of desperate individuals, of both sexes. Most of the population was, of course, black, but he found his white skin did not hamper his ability to blend in with the population. It did mean that he had to be strong and resolute, primarily in his attitude, for such an attitude became reflected into body language that seemed to be recognized, even if on a subconscious level. Those in and around him had come to know him, and he enjoyed the respect of them, most of which he had earned. He was not afraid of work, nor of helping another that needed help, and this became known in and around the community. It had been three years since Bruce had come to Jamaica to live, and he had purchased a piece of land not too far outside of the resort city of Montego Bay. He was far enough out of town to enjoy the benefits of all the infrastructure being provided, and far enough to enjoy the peace and quiet of the community and the country lifestyle. Yet he was not so distant that it was hard to reach the city when he needed to for whatever reason. A fifteen to twenty minute drive brought him to a shopping centre that had sufficient product offering to satisfy most of his needs. His bank was only another five minutes beyond that, and right next to the tax office, and amongst these places almost everything he needed could be dealt with. Even his insurance company moved their offices from a location in town to the same mall that his bank was in, almost as if it had been just for him. Thanks to his business success, he had a very adequate income, sufficient to keep him comfortable for the rest of his life in a developed country, let alone in a third world country. He did not flash his money around but he did see and help when he saw genuine need. There were over six local homes that were now finished, even though the families did not have enough to be able to finish them on their own. Just about every child in the area now attended school regularly, received a nourishing hot meal each and every school day, for many their only meal of the day. Somebody that had agreed to act in secrecy about his school food program failed to keep their mouth shut, and it was generally known in and around the community that he was funding the program. It could be best be described as an open secret. The home that he had built on the top of his main hill was molded into the very hill on which it was built, and not easily seen by traffic on the parochial road that serviced his property, his neighbours and other communities further away. Because of the way it was dug into the hill, and with the surrounding foliage and trees, it remained relatively comfortable on the hottest of the days, without any air conditioning, and conversely comfortably warm on the coolest of nights. It was not particularly important to anybody but himself, for there was only one other man that had even been inside the home to see what was there, and he refused to talk about it with anybody. He was a man that shared the respect of the others in the community, and nobody was about to try and pressure him into anything he did not want. When Bruce needed help, however, he was the one that was willing, and could be trusted, and they remained close friends. On the rare occasion it was necessary to have a visitor at his home, they were met in one of the outward rooms which he had built for the purpose, and there was never a need to go in any further. Many had sought the opportunity to earn an income by caring for his laundry, but they were declined, saying that he was able to deal with such matters himself. There was never any evidence such as clothes hanging on a line, but he was always clean about himself, leaving the community to speculate as to how he managed. The biggest question about him, was to do with he never seemed to spend any amount of time with the opposite sex, nor for that matter anybody. Since it was a matter of privacy, it was often discussed, but never understood, and he didn't feel the need to volunteer any information on the matter. If it had been investigated, they would have found out his wife had died of breast cancer complications just two years before he retired from business, and they never had any children out of the marriage. Chance Meeting On this one particular day, Bruce was returning from shopping in MoBay, the local abbreviated name for Montego Bay. He had forgotten to include a loaf of bread during his shopping and stopped to pick one up at the crossroads local store, or shop as it was known locally. As he was at the counter to pay for his bread, a young girl happened into the entrance to speak to the shop owner. Never had he been so smitten with the absolute charm that was shown in her face, and for that matter in her body. She was about twelve years old, he guessed, and spoke in a very quiet, dignified voice, but that did not compare to her facial beauty. Bruce realized he must be guilty of staring, but could not pull his eyes off this girl, and the expression of some hidden beauty that seemed to be behind it. Her entire look to him could best be described as an enigma. "Excuse me, Miss," he said to her. "Please do not be alarmed, for I mean you no harm, and perhaps Mr. Les will confirm he knows me and where I live." "I am not alarmed, Mr. Burns," she replied in her sweet little voice. "What may I do for you?" "Thank you, for you flatter me to know my name. It is just that I see something in your face that fascinates me, and I wonder if I may take a couple of pictures of you?" "You flatter me, sir!" she replied. "Where would you like to take these pictures, sir?" "Just outside the shop where I might be able to get a nice background that will enhance the charm you have in your eyes and face. My camera is in the car, and it would only delay you for a few moments." "I would be quite pleased, sir! I will wait for when you are ready." She stepped outside of the shop to wait for him. "Pretty, isn't she," asked the shop owner. "There is something more than pretty about her, and I can't recall ever seeing a face that fascinates me more than hers." "She is a local girl, and comes in here quite often for her mother. A very good student, too!" When the bread was paid for, and the shop owner thanked, he stepped outside, smiled at the girl and headed for his car parked beside the shop. Retrieving the camera from the glove box, he returned to where she stood. "May I know your name, dear?" "Linda Grey," she replied. "It is certainly a pleasure to meet you, Miss Linda Grey!" he said. "Now let's see if we can pick out a suitable background to compliment your beauty." There were always a few hanging around the shop entrance, and all of them were observing the events as they unfolded. As Bruce looked around, he decided the trees across the other side of the main road would be the most complimentary, especially since one was in full bloom with soft purple flowers. Guiding her to a place that allowed him to get an angle that took in the trees, he framed her head with the chosen backdrop, and took a couple of pictures. Asking her to turn her head slightly, he took another couple of snaps, adjusted his focus and then took one of her showing her entire frame, from head to toe. "If I may, just one more, with the shop in the background, just so I can remember where I was lucky enough to meet you." Her smile was infectious as he took the final shot. "Thank you, Miss Grey," he said to her. "Is there something that you would like as a reward for posing for me? Mr. Les has several things that you might like, I believe." She stepped over close to him, and indicated she wanted to whisper something to him. When he bent down, she said, "My Mom didn't have enough money to get what she wanted to make our supper. Would you buy us a small tin of Bully Beef?" Bully Beef was the Jamaican name for corned beef. "On one condition," he said to her. "Yes I will buy you that item, but you must tell your mother that you did not beg the money, you earned it. Agreed?" "Agreed," she said quietly. "Thank you, sir!" With the help of Mr. Les, he also selected a bag drink for her, as she liked them according to the shop owner. The purchases were made, thanks were exchanged, and they were off to their homes. Surprise Visitors Shortly after Bruce had finished his supper, he was staring at the image of the girl's face that he had caught at the crossroads, trying to figure out what it was about her that he found so fascinating. Perhaps it was the innocence, or the expression she seemed to wear, but whatever it was, he was pleased that the encounter had happened, and wondered if he would ever see her again. It was the first time he recalled seeing her during the years he had been in the area. His thoughts were interrupted by the chimes that rang when somebody pushed the bell at his gate. Turning to the television, he changed the channel to the gate monitor, and was surprised to see two females standing there, one of them was the young girl, and the other was a young woman that he already knew. Using the intercom, he said, "Good evening, ladies. How may I help you?" "We were wondering if we could come up and speak to you a moment, sir!" she replied, not quite sure where to direct her attention. "Please do come in," he said. "It is not often I am able to entertain two such lovely ladies." He buzzed them in through the gate, allowing it to close when they had passed through. They had a bit of a climb to get up the hill, and it would take them a few moments to reach up, so he brought out a pitcher of lemonade, a small bucket of ice and a few glasses, carrying them into his entertainment room. He was just outside the room when they were able to make it up to meet him. "Before you say anything, ladies, I know how much of a climb you have just had. Please sit down, and allow me to pour you some lemonade to help refresh you from the climb." He indicated a couple of places they could select to sit down, and he set out the three glasses, added some ice to each, and then poured them and himself a glass full of lemonade. They found it very refreshing! "Now that you ladies are feeling a little more refreshed, Good Evening, Ladies! To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" "Good evening, Mr. Burns," replied the older lady. "I understand you took some photographs of my daughter a little earlier today. May I ask why you took them?" "Ms. Grey, I presume," he started. She indicated he had the name right with a nod of her head. "Your daughter has something in her face that I find fascinating, and I see it even now. What it is, I have no idea, and that is exactly what it was I was sitting trying to figure out; what is it that fascinates me about her face?" "Would it be possible to see the pictures when they are developed?" she asked. "You may see them right now!" he replied. "I have them on my screen at this moment. Would you mind stepping into my living room where the television is located?" he asked. "Thank you, sir!" she replied. They followed him through some open doors into his living room, and there on his screen, occupying two thirds of the wall, was her daughter's face, framed by the beautiful purple blossoms on the background tree. "What a beautiful picture, Mr. Burns!" declared the mother. "What a beautiful girl, Ms. Grey!" replied Mr. Burns. "Let me show you the other pictures I took of her." He started the program forward, allowing each of the pictures to remain on the screen for about ten seconds each, before the next replaced it. "Are you a photographer, Mr. Burns?" asked the mother. "I just dabble in it, whenever the mood takes me," he replied. "Since these are on the television, I guess there is no point in asking for a copy of them, is there?" she asked. "You are welcome to a copy of each. Please excuse me a moment while I start printing them for you." Using his remote, he started the printing, and then returned to the slide show, allowing it to repeat continuously. "I don't wish to presume, but may I capture another couple of shots since we have some really nice backgrounds that could be used? I do hope you don't mind my wanting pictures of your daughter, Ms. Grey, but I can't help but to be fascinated by the enigma that seems to be in her expression. I don't recall seeing anything so nice before." "Of course you may," she replied. "You pay her a great compliment to even ask." Bruce excused himself a moment, and left the room. When he returned, he had the camera and the printed pictures in his hands, all printed on letter sized gloss paper, larger than most pictures you would get from a regular camera. He handed the pictures to Ms. Grey, and she proceeded to look through them. "These pictures are all so beautiful, Mr. Burns," she said. "Look at them, Linda! They couldn't be better than this if a professional photographer were to take them." "Oh, Mr. Burns," she said. "Is there any way I could keep these? I don't have any pictures of my daughter since she was born, and these are so excellent! I'm afraid I can't afford to pay you for them, though." "You may have a copy of every picture I take of her, Ms. Grey! I may have to go into MoBay tomorrow to get some more paper, but other than that, it would be my pleasure if they please you." "Please me? You don't know how much they please me, Sir! They are so beautiful!" "My name, Mr. Burns, is Candice Grey," she continued. "You are welcome to call me by my first name if you wish." "Well thank you, Candice. My name is Bruce!" he said. "Thank you, Mr. Burns," she replied. "You flatter us, but respect for you says we should call you Mr. Burns, Sir!" "Whatever you are happy with, Candice," he replied. "May I ask where I know you from, Candice?" "You don't even remember, and yet you have done so much for us?" she said. "You gave us a home to live it, and hope for our future, Mr. Burns. Linda is going to school because you are paying her way, and you even give her a decent meal every school day. We think you are some kind of saint, you have been so good to us!" "So I guess I can quit worrying that you were annoyed at my taking pictures of your daughter," he said. "She is such a beautiful girl, and not unlike her mother!" "Annoyed?" she said with great surprise in her face. "We came here to tell you that she would be willing to pose for as many pictures as you would like. She will come up here any time you say, and be willing to pose any way you tell her. "Is that true, Linda?" he asked. "Yes, sir!" she replied in her quiet voice. "In a little under an hour, is one of the most beautiful times of the day, as the sun is heading down. There are so many spectacular views, and if you were in them, they would be so much nicer than the hundreds I now have of that period. Would you ladies have the time to stay for that, and I would be quite happy to take you home afterwards." "We would be happy to stay, but we don't wish to trouble you to carry us home, sir. We can walk the distance very easily," replied Candice. "You don't think I would allow two beautiful ladies, like yourselves, to walk in the dark do you? I won't hear of it, and it would be an honour to carry you home." "Then thank you, Mr. Burns," said Candice. "If you insist!" "Would it be too much into your private business if I were to ask what kind of a schedule you have so that you may come up with Linda?" "I wish I had a schedule, sir!" she replied. "I have not found any work, and had it not been for your generosity this evening, we would have had to do without supper. Thank you for that, sir, and I'm sorry I forgot to thank you earlier. But there is one other thing, sir. Linda can come up here any time you wish, other than when she must go to school. I want her to get a good education, and she can't afford to miss on the lunch you provide her. I don't need to be here for her to come up!" "Now, see here! Your daughter is what, about twelve? She shouldn't be visiting an old man, living by himself, especially to pose for pictures, without a chaperone. She is too young and beautiful." "I wouldn't let her out of my sights except to come here with you, sir," said Candice. "You have done so much for us, that it would be a small way of repaying you." "Well, that is something we can work on, but right now, I have a few things I need to do, before the sun reaches that special position. Would you ladies excuse me for a few minutes?" Candice and Linda remained in the living room, admiring the home in which they were sitting. They had a nice home, but the furnishings were rather Spartan compared to what they saw here. The pictures of Linda continued the cycle on the big screen, and captured their interest periodically, but the home had captured their attention and they kept looking around. Dinner Is Served Bruce returned about ten minutes later, and was pushing a small cart before him. On it were a number of dishes, which he set out on the coffee table in the centre of the room. Then he handed each of the girls a plate, and a fork, and removed the covers from each of the dishes, revealing a selection of Chinese food, all steaming hot. "I don't know how familiar you are with Chinese cuisine, but we have here some chicken balls, sweet and sour chicken, some stewed beef with vegetables, and two other vegetable dishes. This is the sweet and sour sauce should you wish any, and we mustn't forget the deep fried won tongs that are very definitely in need of dipping in this sauce. Here! Where is... Here it is," he said. "How can one forget the rice with Chinese food?" "This is for us?" asked Linda. "For all of us. You don't mind if I have a little do you, Linda?" he asked. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Burns," said Linda. "I didn't mean..." she was stopped with his finger resting against her lips. "I was teasing you, Linda," he said with a smile. "Come on, now, dig in, ladies, for I soon want to start taking a few pictures." Setting an example for the ladies, he dished out some of each of the items for himself, and they were quick to pick up on his example. "There are some drinks on the cart any time you want something to drink, ladies," he advised them. Each of them enjoyed a plate of some very excellently prepared Chinese food, washed down by one of the local soft drinks. Bruce could see that they were both hungry, for he knew that even the larger tin of Bully Beef he had bought earlier could not have provided them with much of a supper. Additional Poses "When they finished, Bruce asked the ladies to follow him outside. With the spectacular backdrop of a beautiful sunset, and the long shadows cast by the sun on one side of the trees, he took a full camera load of pictures, finishing just about when the sun had disappeared below the horizon. "Let's go inside, and take a look at these," he said. "I have a feeling that some of them could be award winners, if I was to enter them into a contest!" "How can you see them so fast?" asked Linda. "This is a digital camera, Linda. Everything in here will be in the computer in just a couple of minutes, and then we can watch them on the television. I'm afraid I could not print them tonight, though Candice, as I don't have enough paper for them. It is just too many!" "If we could just see them, sir," replied Candice, "we would be quite happy!" Bruce stopped in his tracks, turned to Candice, and asked, "What must I do to have you call me something other than 'sir' or Mr. Burns? Is there any other term you would be willing to use, such as Uncle Bruce, or something?" "You would allow us to call you Uncle Bruce?" asked Candice. "You may call me that or Bruce, my dear. I don't really want you to feel the need to be so formal because that suggests you are uncomfortable, and I certainly hope that is not the case!" "I feel like I am having an evening with an ideal father!" she said. "If you would tolerate it, we would be proud to be allowed to call you 'Uncle Bruce'." "Or Daddy!" said Linda, almost to herself. "Well that would be quite acceptable and flattering to me, Linda. I do thank you, but I doubt if your mother would be happy with that!" "You are more of a father than either of us have ever known, Uncle Bruce," said Candice. "I'm not surprised she wants to call you Daddy, for that would be a dream come true for her!" That stopped Bruce in his tracks again. It helped him understand something about these two visitors, and he was forming a better picture of their lives up until now. He resolved to make things a little better for both of them. Then he left the girls in the living room, and returned to downloading the pictures onto his computer. Once the camera was in place, and the process started, he was able to return to the ladies in the living room. "There's still some food left there, ladies," he said. How about we heat it up and finish it off?" Linda smiled at the idea, but Candice sat down, looking at the floor. "Is there something wrong, Candice?" he asked as he knelt down before her. She shook her head in a negative gesture. "So tell me what the tears are for," he prompted her. Suddenly Candice leaned forward, wrapped her arms around his neck and held on to him. He tried to calm her down with whispered assurances that everything would be alright, and gentle words of assurance. When he looked up at Linda, she also had tears running down her face. "Please tell me what is the matter, ladies," he asked. "Why do I have two crying ladies just because I suggested heating up some Chinese food? "We are living in a dream this evening, thanks to you, Mr. Burns," said Candice. "You really must be the saint that I thought you were earlier! I've never met anyone like you, and ..." "Thank you for your lovely compliments, ladies," he said. "I am pleased that I make you feel that comfortable, but right now I need some help loading the dishes onto the cart to get them warmed up again. Are there any volunteers?" Both of them helped, not that he needed the help, but they wanted to be busy and to do something for him, no matter how small. He had never had anybody except his friend so deep into his home before, but he had the ladies follow him into the kitchen. There he had them place the dishes into the microwave oven, and set it to working while he got out a few fresh plates and three new forks. When the oven was finished its cycle, he took out the dishes, set them on the counter, and proceeded to help himself, setting the ladies an example to follow. When he had his share he carried it over to the kitchen table and sat down to eat, the ladies following. "This is something we only could dream about, Uncle Bruce," said Candice. "I've never tasted anything so good, and I know Linda has never experienced anything like this. Thank you, sir - Uncle Bruce, I mean!" "It is fabulous, Daddy!" said Linda. "I don't even know what it was you said I was eating, but it is all so fabulous!" Suddenly Linda was at his side, hugging him and knocking his arm causing some of his food to be pushed off the plate. Putting his fork down, he put his arms around her little waist, only to find her turning about to sit down on his lap. Freeing his arm, he took up his table napkin, and used it to dry her tears from her cheeks. "Do you realize what you have done, Linda?" asked her mother in a scolding voice. Candice got down and started picking up the items that had dropped on the floor, saying, "I'm so sorry, Uncle Bruce. That was very careless of Linda, and I am not pleased!" "Well, I am, Candice, and you are to leave that and stop worrying," he said as he held Linda from getting up. "I'm sorry, Daddy! I didn't mean to do that!" He silenced her with his hand on her cheek, a gesture that caused her to press her sweet face into the palm of his hand. Linda felt his hand against her cheek for a few seconds, and then turned her face to place a kiss in the palm of his hand. "Now take your sweet little backside over to your own chair, and help me finish off this food. I'm anxious to see those pictures of you!" The smile made sure she did not take it as serious scolding, and she did as she was told. Bruce took up the bits still on the table, and tossed them in the garbage in the cupboard below the sink, and returned to finish his third evening meal. He had, at least, got them to eat a decent amount, and he knew their bellies must feel better than they normally felt. When everyone finished eating, the dishes were taken up and added to some already in the dishwasher, and then he added some soap and turned it on. Hand in hand with the two ladies, he took them back to the living room. Picture Show The pictures turned out to be as fabulous as what he had expected, and he had some more beautiful scenes, but this time they were complimented by the presence of a beautiful girl. "I don't know what it is, Linda, but your face is so special..." he said as his sentence trailed off. "I think I know what it is, Uncle Bruce," said Candice. "Then please share the knowledge with me, for it is driving me crazy!" he begged. "You have a picture over there that I presume is your wife. When I first looked at it, I thought it was a grown up Linda." Bruce got up, and went to the only picture she could be referring to. He picked it up, and looked at it, and now the tears were coming from his eyes. At first, he saw his deceased wife, and then he saw the resemblance in Linda's face. "May I ask what happened to her?" said Candice from immediately beside him. "She died from complications to her breast cancer," he replied. "I'm so sorry, Uncle Bruce!" she consoled him. "But she was a very luck lady to have had even as little time as she did have with a man like you. I don't even need to have known her, to know she died happy!" Bruce was having trouble with controlling himself, and allowed himself to turn and take Candice up in his arms, crying over his lost wife. This time it was his turn to be consoled, and Linda came over as the two of them tried to help this big man. They really knew he was human now! Soon he did regain control over his unexpected emotions. He had to avoid looking at Linda, for Candice had identified the underlying feelings he felt, and did not want them to surface right now. Linda looked remarkably like his wife, just a whole lot younger. "It is getting late, and I should be taking you both home," he observed. Thinking about it for a moment, he said, "I would like to get some more pictures early tomorrow morning. Would you consider coming over at first light? And I mean both of you!" "We would be happy to, Uncle Bruce," said Candice. "You bet!" was heard from Linda, giving Bruce a cause to laugh. "Damn, it girl!" he declared, looking stern. "You are so damn cute, it must be illegal!" He permitted himself to hug this little one that had touched him so deeply. Then they headed for the car, and the very short drive to take them home. He refused to leave until they were safely locked inside their home. New Day - New Relationships "Hurry up, Linda," called Candice from inside as he approached the house. "We don't want to keep Uncle Bruce waiting!" "I'm hurrying, Mommy!" came the much softer reply. "Don't you even have some of those water crackers left? I'm so hungry!" "That big meal you had last night should be able to hold you until I can beg him for some change to buy a little food, girl. Stop your complaining now!" He was standing with his fist a few inches from the door as he overheard the last comment from each of the girls. Then he brought it down to knock on the door. "What on earth? Who could be calling so early?" he heard Candice say. Then the door opened, and her mouth dropped open in surprise. "Good morning, Candice!" he said as she recovered her composure. "I'm here to see if I can find two beautiful ladies that might be hungry enough to share some breakfast with me," he said with a smile. "Uncle Bruce!" exclaimed Linda as she caught sight of him at the door. She ran over to him and straight into his arms, circumventing her mother. "Good morning, Uncle Bruce!" "Well, good morning, Linda," he said as he held her wrapped around him. "What happened to 'Daddy' that you called me last night?" "Mommy didn't think you would appreciate me calling you that, and wants me to call you Uncle Bruce instead." "Well I can't overrule your mother, and Uncle Bruce is just fine, but so was Daddy. To tell you the truth, it felt real nice to be called that! However, there is not enough time to talk for I am hungry, and want my breakfast. Are you two nearly ready?" Bruce gently set the little girl down on the floor, but allowed her to remain inside a one arm embrace. "We are ready, sir," said Candice. "If Linda is going to call you 'Daddy' does that mean I could get away with calling you Dad?" "You flatter me even more? I would be very pleased if you were comfortable with that!" "May I please give my Dad a hug and kiss then?" she asked. He held out his arms in the universal gesture of welcome, and she came into his arms, planting a kiss on his cheek as she pressed herself against him. Bruce took a deep breath, looked down into the face of the young lady and gave her a little smile as he looked into her eyes. "It has been several years since I last felt a beautiful lady hug me like this. Thank you, but you had better be careful, for I wouldn't want to forget that I'm an old man." "You may be older than I am, Dad, but you are Not an old man, just older! Why on earth are you here? It's not that I'm sorry to see you, but I just can't imagine why you would trouble yourself so!" "Because it is a long walk up that hill, so I thought I would carry you up in my car. If you are ready, then let's go and get some breakfast." "Sounds great, Dad," said Candice. "Do you have the things I told you to bring, Linda?" "Yes, Mommy," she answered. "I've got them here in this lada bag." A lada bag was the local name of the black plastic bag so common in the country. They stepped outside, closed and locked the front door after turning off the single light bulb hanging from the ceiling of the house, and Bruce escorted them to and into his car. Then he turned it around and drove up the road towards where he lived. Linda in particular noticed the gate swing open as he drove up to it, and close immediately after he drove inside the opening. "Did you see that, Mommy? It opened like magic!" "It's not magic, Linda," said Bruce, "just remote controlled hydraulics with the switch here on the dashboard of the car." "Well I think it was magic, just the same as the rest of the fairyland castle we are going to visit." "Don't forget the saint that lives there, Linda!" stated Bruce. "A saint must live in someplace very special." The car drove into the open garage door, and the door closed behind them as he turned off the car, got out, rushed around and opened the doors for the ladies to get out. With the doors of the car closed, he walked over and opened one of the doors from the garage, a door that led them into a small entrance just beside the kitchen, visible from the entrance. As they stepped inside the kitchen, both the ladies stared at the breakfast table, for on it were three place settings, complete with napkins and various cutlery and with a cup and glass at two places, and an extra big glass at the other place. In the centre of the table was a vase of flowers, all sitting on a clean white table cloth. "It is so beautiful, Mr. Burns; it is so beautiful, Dad, I mean! Wow!" "I am glad it looks nice, but beauty is what I see in my two guests, not on the table," he replied. Both of them blushed, obvious even under the darkness of their skin. They were actually fair skinned blacks, and fair enough that their embarrassment showed through. He guided them over, sitting Candice first, and then sitting Linda at the place with the glass instead of the cup. Turning from the table, Bruce went to the fridge and removed the pitcher of juice and a container of milk. As he passed the microwave, he pressed a button, and started it while bringing the liquids to the table. He poured three glasses of juice, and one glass of milk, and then returned them to the fridge. When the microwave beeped it's alarm to say it was done, he opened it to remove three plates, and carried them to the table. Before each of the ladies, he placed a plate, plus one at his place. On each was a carefully arranged serving of bacon, eggs, and pancakes at the side. "Did you stay up all night to prepare this?" asked Candice. "No, dear," he replied. "I am just an early riser, and prepared them this morning. Don't let them get cold now!" he said as he took up his fork and took a piece of his eggs. "Hear is the syrup for your pancakes when you are ready for them." He poured a little on his own, and placed it for easy access by the ladies. Together they ate and enjoyed the well prepared breakfast, with Candice closing her eyes more than once as she enjoyed the taste of the food she placed in her mouth. Indeed, she was enjoying both the food and the environment in which it was served, never having such a lavish setting for any meal at any time she could remember. "I believe you might be right, Linda," Candice said. "This must be a fairyland castle, for I have never seen anything so lavish and nice before." "My table has never been graced with two such gorgeous ladies before. It pales in comparison to your beauty that you bring to it!" he declared. "Would you prefer coffee or tea, Candice?" "Whichever you are having would be wonderful, Dad," she replied. He brought over the already prepared pot of coffee, and poured a cup for her and himself. "Do you use milk in your coffee, dear?" he asked. She replied with a negative shaking of her head. "How about you, Linda? Would you like a little more milk?" "May I please?" she replied. "I don't get to drink milk very often, and it tastes So Good!" He soon poured her another full glass, receiving a big smile and a warm 'thank you' from the face that fascinated him so much. Job Offer As they sat enjoying their coffee, and Linda her milk, he said to Candice, "I hope you don't mind, but I was speaking about you with Mr. Les at the crossroads shop last night. While I don't want to get into your private business, I was thinking about something, and I wanted his opinion on the idea." "We respect Mr. Les, and couldn't possibly object to anything he might say about us. He has helped us more times than I could remember." "Well he certainly spoke very well of both of you, telling me how honest and trustworthy both of you are. He especially likes how you are both so polite, even when times are very hard on both of you. When I told him of my idea, I thought he was going to come right through the telephone line, he seemed to be so excited." "Now you have peaked my curiosity, if he was so excited," she said as she shifted on the chair in anticipation of whatever he had to say. "Well, I was wondering if you might consider coming to work for me? I have a fairly big house, probably too big for me alone, and find I need some time for myself. Keeping everything clean and doing what I need in the house is proving to be burdensome and that doesn't even take into account having to cook for myself. Often I can't be bothered, and sometimes I snack instead of eating properly. I could sure use some help in getting my meals, and doing some of the lighter cleaning around the house. Would you by any chance consider taking that on?" "You are offering me a job?" said Candice. "I didn't think anything could be better than having breakfast with you, and supper last night, but...Yes! I would be so happy to come and work for you, sir!" "Now hold on, dear!" he said. "You haven't heard all of it yet! I have a section of the house that is like a small apartment, and I was hoping you might consider living in it with your daughter. That way, you would not need to climb that hill every day, and would be able to sit with me at my table every meal. I must confess, the idea of your company really appeals to me! The wage I would pay you would certainly be enough to send Linda to school, and supply you with your basic needs, especially if you didn't have to worry about buying food out of it." "When would you like me to start, sir!" asked Candice. "As soon as you remember that you wanted to call me 'Dad' and not sir!" he replied. That comment seemed to break down a barrier that Candice had been holding close to her, and she broke into tears, even as she apologized for them. "I'm sorry, Dad, but you have made me so happy!" Getting up from his seat, he knelt down beside the woman sitting at his table. Putting his arm around her shoulders, he spoke softly to her, telling her everything was alright, and to stop crying. It took a couple of minutes before she was able to stop, and she held on to him in a failed attempt to hide her embarrassment, as well as enjoy the comfort of being held. Over her shoulder, Bruce smiled at Linda, also showing signs of crying a few tears. Linda reached out and rested her hand on his arm, sliding it back and forth over the hairs on his arm. The Apartment "How about finishing your coffee, and then we can take a look at the apartment, if you like," he suggested as he stood up beside her. "Thank you, Dad!" was all she could say as she took up the cup in her trembling hand. "Alright, ladies," he said when she had finished every last drop. "The apartment is separate from the rest of the house to ensure your privacy, and we need to go through the garage. Right this way, ladies," he said leading them back out the way they had come in. In the garage, he opened the door on the other side of it from the entrance to his house. There they stepped into an entrance, off to the side of which was a large room. Directing them inside, he showed them the living room into which they had entered, and then indicated a hall running off to one side. Going down the hall he entered a room intended as a bedroom, complete with a walk in closet. "I haven't cleaned down here in the last couple of weeks, so please excuse any dust you might notice," he said as he stepped into the closet. "How is it the lights go on when you enter the room?" asked Linda. "The switches are motion detectors, and go on when you enter the room if it is dark enough to need light," he explained. They are all through the house, and will turn off automatically a few moments after you leave. If you are going to stay in the room for awhile, then the switches at the door can place them in a locked on position. You might end up in sudden darkness if you forget, but you can turn them back on by just standing up if that happens. Now, the very necessary room is next, the bathroom." He led them out into the hall, and to the next door right beside the bedroom door. When he opened the door, both the girls could be heard breathing in deeply. Inside the bathroom were a bathtub, a shower stall, a sink and two toilets. Bruce saw the look that passed between the girls, and said, "One is bidet." Lifting the lid, he held his hand over the centre and cycled the system to have a spout of water shoot up and bounce back off his hand. "Made especially for ladies of the house!" he commented, as he saw Candice draw her mouth closed. "Just outside, you will find other closets for storing linen and other things you have around the house to be stored." He slid back one of the doors opposite the bedroom door to reveal the shelves contained inside. "This is even nicer than the wonderful home you built for us a couple of years ago, Dad," said Candice. "What are we going to do about the house and the things there?" she asked. "As you can see, I have never furnished the apartment, so I would think that your furniture and things would be moved up here. The house can remain empty for awhile, until you feel comfortable with being here. Then maybe, one day, you could sell it, and give yourself a bit of nest egg for some future need." "It must be that I am dreaming for I can't imagine anything like this ever happening to me!" declared Candice. "I told you it was a fairyland castle, Mommy!" declared Linda. Bruce had to smile, for he had never thought about his home being called such until he heard her say it the first time. He was glad, however, that they seemed to be happy with the accommodations. "Now, if you feel that the apartment is suitable, I will give you the keys, and that reminds me. I forgot to mention the security lock on the entrance door. When you enter the apartment, there is a lock that can only be turned from the inside, but when it is on, it guarantees that nobody can enter from outside, without breaking down the door. You would not need to worry about me, or anybody coming and troubling you or your daughter." "That, sir, is the very last thing I would be worried about! Are you really going to let us come and live here?" asked Candice. "Let you?" he repeated. "I am asking if you would be willing to come here, and help make my life a little more comfortable." "We would be happy to live here, and we thank you from the bottom of our hearts," she said. "Then would you permit me to come and visit your present home so that I can see what furniture I would need to get for the apartment?" he asked. "You are welcome anytime, Dad," said Candice. "You know, I feel more and more that you are like the Dad I never had. Bless you!" "May we go now?" he asked, leading them out of the apartment into the garage. They agreed, climbed back into the car, and were there in less than five minutes. When Candice opened the front door, he was ushered inside, and looked around. He looked into the bedroom without invitation, and then checked the bathroom and kitchen. "What are your plans for the day?" he asked. "Whatever you have in mind for us, Dad," replied Candice. "Then come on, we have some things to do!" he said as he lead them back outside and to the car. Candice closed back the door, and joined them in the car, the door to the front seat being held open for her to climb in. Shopping Spree Twenty minutes later, they were waiting the last few minutes for the store in the shopping centre to open. It was a furniture store. Once the store opened for business, Bruce asked Candice to identify a living room suite that she liked. When she finished looking around for a little bit, she identified the cheapest in the store, and expressed concern over how much it cost, saying she could not afford it. Bruce looked at her with a scowl on his face, and then led her over to a nice set that he liked. "But that's got to be the most expensive set in the store, Dad." "Good!" he said. "I'm glad you like it. Now, with the colours in that furniture, let's see if we can find a nice rug to put under it. He had already captured the attention of the store manager, who followed dutifully behind him wherever he moved. A huge rug, with a subdued design was selected. Then they moved on to the televisions. After looking for a couple of moments at the selection offered, he identified one to the store manager. From a nearby rack, he picked out a stereo system and then turned towards the bedding displayed off to one side of the store. He had become like the engine of a train, the store manager, Candice and Linda all following behind him wherever he led them. From the bedding section he selected a double bed, and ordered two of them, each one including the matching side tables, and headboard. From the additional pieces on display, he selected a wardrobe, a dresser and a vanity table, complete with matching stool, and backed with three mirrors, two of them pivoting. Then he told the manager two of the wardrobes and two dressers. "Now, if you could total the cost of the items I have selected, and then tell me how soon they could be delivered, I would appreciate it," he said to the store manager. When he noticed, Candice and Linda were off to one side, seemingly in a heated debate of some kind. He went over to them, asking if he could join in on their conversation. "We can't allow you to spend so much on us, even though we call you Dad," said Candice. "It would take us years and years to earn enough to pay for all these things." "Sit down, Candice," instructed Bruce, pointing to a bed that was on display. "Now I want you to listen to me carefully, without any interruption. Okay?" She nodded her agreement. "You may not be able to afford these things, but they are not big things to me." When he noticed the store manager coming towards him, he held up his hand, indicating he wanted some privacy for a few minutes. He turned back the way he had come. "From what I have learned about you, you have been dealt a raw deal in life, and yet are not deserving of it at all. Look at the fine job you have done in raising your daughter. She is an absolute delight to know, and so polite!" "Now I am able to do a few things to make your life a little better, and in return, you are going to help me take care of my place, and maybe even me if I get too old and frail to care for myself. Hopefully that won't happen for a few years, but it will happen one day. In the meanwhile, I have the opportunity of to enjoy your companionship, and I do enjoy being with you. Please allow me to try and make your life a little better than it has been, for you deserve a better life!" "Are you happy with the things I have chosen for your new home?" he asked. She nodded affirmatively. "Are you happy with coming to live at my home?" he asked. Again, she nodded affirmatively. "Are there any other things in the way of furniture you would need?" This time in was a negative. "Then let's get finished here, for we still have some more shopping to do!" he concluded. When he looked, the store manager was standing off a way to one side. Seeing that the conversation was over, he now approached. "Here is your bill, sir! You will notice I gave you a discount, as much as I am allowed to give. This is the final total down here. Bruce looked over the bill, ensuring every item he had selected was on the list, and then passed the store manager his bank card. "This is a debit card, sir, out of your account. Did you mean to pass me this or a credit card?" "That is the right card," he replied. "Where would you go to get a broad selection of women's and girl's clothing?" he asked. "There is a new location just down the plaza a little way. I was quite impressed with their offering," he suggested. "Thank you, now when could you have my order delivered to my house?" he asked. The location of his house was identified, and the promise was made for delivery immediately following lunch. Bruce asked him to hold off on that, and if there was any way it could be delivered after four that afternoon. That was how it was arranged. As they left the store, they turned in the suggested direction, and stopped almost immediately. They were led by Bruce into the next store, where he purchased two cellular telephones, one for each of them. Then they were off to the clothing store that had recently opened. Inside the store, Bruce asked to speak to the store manager or owner, and found that it was the manager that had approached him. "May we step outside for just one minute?" asked Bruce. They left the store and stood just outside. "I am asking for your assistance with an area in which I am not comfortable. My two young ladies in there need an entire wardrobe, undergarments on out, and including casual clothes, dress clothes, bed clothes, and swimming attire. Start with the presumption that they only have what you see them wearing, and outfit them properly, including sufficient to supply them for about a week. Now you might find them reluctant customers, afraid to spend too much money. If that happens, you find what will fit them, picking the things they like as much as you can. When you have everything assembled, I will trust that you will be fair with me, as they will definitely need more than what they get today. Repeat business will be based on your fairness with me, for all I want to know is the total for everything, including all taxes and discounts, etc. Okay?" "May I ask a question, sir?" He nodded. "They are not yours, obviously, but you have decided to help them. Is that correct?" Again he nodded. "Then I do need to ask another question, and that is your name, sir?" "Bruce Burns," he replied. "Mr. Bruce Burns, I thank you for the business, and I will do my utmost best to take care of their needs and preferences. For my part, it is an honour to help somebody like yourself, and I will try and earn your repeat business. Thank you again!" "Now I have one more request," he stated. "May I have a chair to sit in while this all takes place?" "The best in the house, sir! Come on into the store where it is a little cooler than out here." She went straight into her office, pulled her own chair out from behind the desk and brought it around to a practical location in the store and invited him to sit, which he did. Time after time, one of the girls would show up, asking if he liked what they had on, or would bring two items and asked which one he preferred. Usually he picked one that was his preference, but when he could not decide between two dresses for Linda, he said, "We'll take both of them!" By the time everything was selected and assembled, the bill presented and paid for on his debit card, it was almost time for lunch. Before that, however, they had one additional stop to make. The last stop for the shopping spree was the pharmacy super store that sold a lot more than medications. There, they filled a shopping cart with all the different things ladies were likely to use for make up, facial and body care, hair care, etc. It was a full cart that rolled up to the cashier, and they now had the attention of the majority of the store staff as they marveled at getting the day's sales quota from one customer. When their selections had been paid for and parceled for them, two of the security staff for the store took up the parcels, and asked for directions to his car. He led them to it, and loaded them inside. Before he could go to the ladies clothing store, he saw two of the store staff coming towards the car, pushing a platform cart, loaded with their purchases. These too were placed in the car, overflowing the back of his station wagon and having some fill one side of the back seat. "Alright, ladies, I do believe it is time for some lunch!" he said. "Just a moment, Mr. Burns," said a security guard. "This is too much of a temptation for some one to break into your car. Would you mind driving it around beside the pharmacy, for there is a place in the shade you can park, and I will watch it for you until you finish your other business." "We will watch it together for you, Mr. Burns, said the security guard for the clothing store. That is at the request of the store manageress, and my personal choice. When somebody is so good to another, we don't want to loose that kind of goodness!" The car was moved, and left under the guard of the two security personnel from different companies. Now they could take care of their bellies, taking advantage of the local fast food outlet located there. About forty-five minutes later, they returned to the car, the security guards each received a tip for their services, and they were on the way home. Unloading and Setup When Bruce drove up to his gate, there was a truck parked outside. Checking it, he found out it was from the furniture store, and they had been instructed to await his return, and then deliver the goods. There were also being paid extra to set up the things to his satisfaction. Bruce was definitely pleased. "Please go up the drive ahead of me, and back your loading door up to the garage entrance, for the things would be going in that way," he instructed the driver. Returning to his car, he opened the gate, and followed the truck up to the house, gave the driver room to maneuver the truck and then parked out of the way along side of the vehicle. It took nearly an hour to get everything off the truck and in place in the apartment, for which the drivers each received an appropriate reward, being instructed not to tell the store manager about the extra they had earned. They were quite grateful and pleased that they had genuinely tried to be helpful. When the truck finally left, Bruce backed his car into the garage and closed the door ready to start unloading the other things they had purchased. They did not get finished by supper time, and there was still quite a bit left for the girls to do when he finally decided he had done enough. Dinner Is Served Leaving the girls to do what remained, Bruce got on his telephone to his favourite Chinese restaurant and placed an order for delivery. It arrived some forty minutes later, in the personal care of the owner of the restaurant, for Mr. Burns was well known to them. The food was brought into the kitchen, and set on the counter. "I believe you must have guests, Mr. Burns," said the China man. "Would they be here already or are you still expecting them to arrive?" "They are here now, Mr. Wong," he answered. "Well, if you will call them, then I will serve the dinner for you!" he was told. Bruce tried to argue, but to no avail, and soon went to collect the girls from their apartment. Upon entering, the China man bowed to them, and they were directed to sit at the table. Then he dished up the meal on the plates that Mr. Burns had brought out, and they proceeded to eat another fine meal of Chinese cuisine. Mr. Wong thanked Mr. Burns for his continued business and left as soon as everyone was served. "Don't you have to let him out the gate, Dad?" asked Linda. "No, darling," he replied, "there are electric eyes on the driveway down that cause the gate to open, and another pair that closes the gate as soon as the vehicle is through." Declarations "Do you have any magic eyes in here that can see how much we have come to love you?" asked Candice. He smiled his reply. "Just for the record, Mr. Bruce Burns, it is not because you have spent so much money on us, nor been so kind to us. It is because we can see the kind of wonderful man you are, and how much you care for other people. That you happen to like us, and are so good to us is a matter of coincidence, for which we are both truly grateful. Should you not have seen Linda at the corner store on that particular day, we would still be living without enough food, little in the way of furniture, and no entertainment whatsoever. Now we are living in the lap of luxury, and are in the home of a man we can really care about and appreciate. I didn't think there was anyone in this world like you, until we met you." "Just for the record Ms. Candice Grey, I believe I fell in love with you before you even spoke after climbing the hill up to my house. It is a privilege to be with such beauty, not only your beautiful body, but an even more beautiful mind." "Now as for Linda, I fell in love with her at the corner store. My first glance at her face was all it took, and my heart was hers to do with as she wished. Now her face can grace my television screen any time I want it, and she is here in my home to grace it with her presence." "If either of you think you are getting the better end of this deal, you are out of your minds, for I have the best end of it!" he concluded. Open Invitation They were almost finished when Linda said to Bruce, "Will you come and see how everything looks now that it is all sorted out? It is really looking so nice, Daddy, and the vanity table is so great with mirrors that turn so you can see everywhere." "When you ladies are finished, I would love to be allowed to visit and see how it all has come together, if you will permit me," he replied. "Why do you say if we will permit you?" asked Candice. "This is your home, and it is your right to go anywhere you want in it." "You are wrong there, Candice," he said. "This is the house that I built, but it is more than one home, it is two. Right now, you have one part of it as your home, and nobody has the right to violate your home, myself included. Only if you invite them in, is anyone allowed in there, and that I would defend in any and every way necessary." "Then let me resolve this matter once and for all!" said Candice. "Mr. Bruce 'Daddy' Burns, you are hereby invited into our home at any time you wish, day or night. I have no intention of every using that special lock you have on the door, and here is one of the keys you gave us earlier," she said as she placed it down beside his plate. "If I can be honest, I hope you might come by and spend some time with us, for it would make us very happy!" "Well thank you Candice," he replied. "I have an idea I just might accept your invitation, especially this evening, so I can see how you are getting on. Now that you know what you have here, we can stop by your other place tomorrow and pick up anything you want or need from there, and any food you may have stored there." The remaining food was organized and placed in the refrigerator, the dishes collected and put in the dishwasher, and the kitchen was thereby in good order. Going through the garage, they all headed for the new home of the ladies. As Bruce toured the apartment, he was shown how everything had been put away, and the beds made with matching sheets. The vanity table was shown off by Linda, as she manipulated the mirrors to allow different views of herself as she sat there. He noted the absence of a desk for Linda to do her school work at, and planned to fix that tomorrow. In the living room, he noticed that the furniture had been placed too close together, as if they were trying to fit everything onto the central rug. He pointed this out to the girls, saying that they should be up to, but not on the rug. Working together, they moved each item to its rightful position, making the entire room seem much bigger. "May I see how the television works?" asked Bruce. "Of course, Dad," said Candice. "There is the remote on the end table, but I'm afraid you will be disappointed, for it can't get even the two local stations that most people in the area get." With the television on, he confirmed that, and then went to check the back. The cable was not attached to the wall, a matter he quickly corrected. Then they not only got the two stations, but were able to tune in to so many that they could not even count them. Both of them were delighted. "Tomorrow, we will go and pick up some pictures to enhance your bare walls, a desk for Linda's homework, and some plants to give the room some life." As he was speaking, he went over and pulled the drapes closed since night had fallen. "We tried to find out how to close them earlier, and they wouldn't budge," said Linda. "Look at how easy it was!" she declared. "When you know how, everything becomes easier, Linda. That is why you must put as much effort into learning at school, and learn everything you can. It makes your life so much easier, the more you can learn." School Review "Daddy," said Linda, "I have been getting straight 'A's' for the longest time now. Every since the school feeding program was fixed by you, and I have been going regular." Drifting off in her thoughts, she said, almost to herself, "Imagine that! Even before I met the man, he was helping me to get good marks at school. Now he is becoming my Dad! Wow!" "Your comments help me feel sure that the program is doing well, and is making a difference. It is nice to hear that from one of the students, rather than all the ones that try to placate me because I am the one that is spending a little money." "Everybody in the area knows you are supporting the program, so there is little value in trying to pretend it is a secret any longer," advised Candice. "You can see the difference it has made for my daughter, and that is pretty much true of all the students. Did you know that absentees are down to less than one percent? And since they must be on time for school, there are almost never any late arrivals any more. You should have heard the principle when he told us at the last PTA meeting. He has never smiled so much before." "Can you imagine what it would be like if he gets the grant he is after, Mommy?" asked Linda. "How I would love to be able to work on a real computer!" Window On The World "Would you ladies mind coming with me, please?" asked Bruce. He led them back into the main house, and arrived in a section they had not seen before. When he opened the door to the room he was heading for, both the girls stopped just inside, their eyes wide open as they looked at the walls covered with shelves of books. There was more reading material there than in the main library in MoBay. In the centre of the room was an almost round desk, on which there were a number of computers, one at each chair. "Both of you ladies are welcome to come in here and use the computers, except one, for as much time as you wish, once your work is done. They are all hooked into the Internet, so you are free to browse the net, but no sex sights are allowed, Linda. And the other danger is the chat rooms...they are forbidden! Is that understood and agreed?" "Of course, Daddy," said Linda. "I really don't know what you are talking about, but if you say I'm not to do something, then I won't. You must have a reason for anything you decide." "The one computer you are not to get on is this one, for it is mine exclusively. I want it to be available any and every time I need it, for it is my usual play thing, research tool and a whole lot more. There is one final thing I guess I need to mention. I prize books as being something very valuable, and they deserve respect. Please handle the books carefully, and put no marks in them that the publisher didn't put in there. No dog ears, or crumpled corners, no folding corners as bookmarks, and always back in the right place. If you are not sure where it came from, leave it out and I will put it back." "We promise to treat the books as well as you do, Dad!" said Candice. "You make me realize that you haven't even seen all the house yet," he observed. "Tomorrow we will do a tour of the house, for I think you will have a couple of surprises in store for you. But right now, can we go back to sitting down for a quiet evening together? I was really enjoying it!" Shared Evening They returned to the apartment and he ended up sitting in the easy chair. Almost immediately, Linda was there, crowding in beside him, and cuddling up to his chest. Leaning over, he planted a kiss on her forehead, and rested his hand on her hips. With his other hand, he took up the remote control, turned on the television, and selected his favourite channel. After puttering around for a few minutes, Candice came to the near end of the chesterfield, and sat down to watch the television. When Bruce offered her the remote control, she declined and left it with him. "I want you to get ready for bed, Linda," said her mom when the program ended. "If you are fast enough, you may come back for a little longer before your bedtime." "Okay, Mom," said Linda as she got up from her place. "I'm coming back, Daddy!" she declared. True to her word, she did return just a few minutes later. She was wearing a new nightgown, that was shorter than what Bruce would have sanctioned, but that would have been up to her mother to approve or disapprove. Once again, she slipped into the small space beside her Daddy, and he returned his hand to resting on her hip. Linda looked up into his face, pushed herself up enough to plant a kiss on his cheek, and then slid back down to where she had been resting. This movement, however, created a problem as her nightgown had not slid down as she did, and now her lower abdominal area was exposed, and she did not have on any panties. "Fix your nightgown, Linda," instructed Bruce. "It's okay, Daddy," she replied. "I'm sitting with my Mommy and my Daddy and nobody else. It doesn't matter!" Bruce looked over at Candice, and she smiled and shrugged her shoulders, mouthing the words, 'leave her'. He did not pursue the matter any further, and rested his hand back just a little higher than he was before so that it would not be touching her bare skin. They sat there for the next half an hour, watching the next show, about some cute animals and their plight to survive in Australia. Bruce half watched the show and spent several periods of time looking at her exposed vulva. "Bedtime, Linda!" said her mom as the show finished. "Kiss Daddy goodnight and off you go." Getting up, Linda leaned over and kissed him on the lips, and then said, "Good night, Daddy! I love you!" "Goodnight, Linda!" he replied. "I love you, too!" Linda then went over and kissed her mother on her lips, and exchanged goodnights with her. Then she was off to her bed. Bruce turned to Candice, and said, "It is time I should leave you and let you get to your bed as well." "Please stay just a little while longer, Dad?" she asked. "I never got my chance to cuddle up with you, and that would only be fair since you spent so long with Linda!" "If you think I am going to pass up the opportunity to sit with you like she was, then you have the wrong guy," he said. "But there is not enough room on this chair to hold both of us, so how about I move over to the chesterfield?" "That's a good idea, but if you will excuse me just for a few moments, I have something I need to do first," said Candice. Revealing Development She headed off into the bedroom, and Bruce went over to the chesterfield, and then started looking for other shows that might interest Candice more than what he had on before. He found one that looked promising, and set the remote down, looked up and saw Candice. She had come out of the bedroom wearing a negligee that left little to the imagination. Casually, she walked over to beside him, and sat down, leaning up against him. "You are certainly one very beautiful young woman, Candice," he said to her as he wrapped his arm around her, his hand on her slim waist. "Well thank you sir," she replied looking up into his eyes. "I'm glad my appearance pleases you!" "It has been a long time since I've seen so much of a woman. You are a temptation, and very hard to resist!" "Then don't resist, for you are welcome to enjoy it," she declared. "You need to keep yourself for some young man that can satisfy your needs, not an old man, more than twice your age." "Now see here," she said as she sat up, revealing her breasts to him again. "I've never found any young man, or any man for that matter that is anything like you, and you are the type of man I want to be with, and happy to have whatever you can spare for me. The last time I had sex, the only time I had sex was when I was raped, and got pregnant with Linda. Nobody else has ever interested me until you came along." She leaned back over to him, and stretched herself out against his side, her breast coming to rest upon the soft part belly part of his waist. "You have never had sex since you were, what, twelve years old?" he said in surprise. "Eleven actually when it happened. Twelve when Linda was born. For the longest time, I was afraid of sex, but more just not interested in the efforts I received from the few guys that showed any interest in me. Now I am not so afraid of sex, for I know there must be something good in it, and I am hoping you will become my teacher." "You are actually lying there, totally exposed to my sight, and offering to have sex with me! That is quite a commitment, Candice. You are quite a good looking woman, but very young. I think I would feel guilty if I took advantage of you!" "Then feel guilty, for I am determined to seduce you if I can." Getting up, she said, "This is not totally exposed, but this is!" she said as the negligee came off. She stood before him, completely naked, offering her body to his gratification. "I don't have a single condom I could use, Candice," he told her. Sitting down beside him, she said, "I was checked a few years ago, and I did not have any illness including Aids. It happens to be a time of month when I am not likely to get pregnant, and I don't think I would mind if I did. I would happily carry a child for you! Please take a chance on me?" Accepted Invitation Reaching out, he put his hands on her shoulders, and pulled her to him, placing a kiss on her lips when she was close enough. She returned the kiss, and he used his mouth to open hers, kissing her openly and passionately with his lips and his tongue, a technique that she learned quickly and then responded to. Bruce reached out and took one of her breasts in his hand, and began feeling it, kneading it gently. She placed her hand over the bulge in his pants, lifted the pants enough to allow it to move up against his belly, and then placed her hand over it, wrapping around it as far as the pants allowed. Bruce got up from beside Candice, and gently guided her to lay back on the chesterfield. Looking at her breasts, he leaned over and kissed first one and then the other on the nipples. They were not particularly large, and smaller breasts were his preference. He attempted to put his mouth over one, but found it a little too large to fit in, but was able to get a portion of it inside his mouth. When he used the back of his tongue to rub the nipple, she groaned from the sensation it produced in her. Then he claimed the other breast in the same way. Sliding his lips down from her breasts, he moved them over her belly button, and on down to the top of her pubic hair, planting kiss after kiss on her soft belly. Moving on, he bypassed the crop of hair and moved on to her upper thighs, kissing them as close to the inside as he could reach. When she raised her knee, he then began kissing the inside of her thigh, causing her to moan out with every kiss. Gently he moved her knees apart, opening her crotch to his sight and touch. Leaning over, he used his mouth to push the hairs apart enough to plant a kiss on the folds of her vulva. This time the groan was even louder. Staying on his knees, he continued kissing her vulva, pushing the lips aside to reach her clitoris, and take it into his mouth. After a few moments of him playing with it between his lips, she reached a sexual climax, accompanied by some much louder groans. He could see the opening to her vagina widen as he continued to play with her between her legs, and finally placed his mouth over the opening for a few kisses, and then the insertion of his tongue into her vagina. Now the groaning became almost constant. Abandoning her, he stood up and removed his clothes under her watchful eyes. As soon as he was naked, he stretched out over her naked body, positioned his penis at the opening between her legs, and began pressing it inside her. When she tried to press down on him, he began to pump in and out of her, again causing her to groan. She soon reached another climax. Still inside her, he continued to pump, while he began kissing her on her willing mouth. They continued at that for a couple of minutes, and then both of them climaxed, his juices shooting up inside her vagina. They remained together for quite a few minutes, kissing and touching each other, primarily about the face of each other, but Linda did rub his back some. Their eyes and touches were their only communication for all that time. When Bruce finally got up, Candice lay there a moment and then got up to stand beside him. "Since you were my teacher, thank you for teaching me how wonderful sex can be. It was far better than anything I imagined it would be, and it was so good, that I want you to do it again, right now! Sorry about getting carried away with it, but it felt So Damn Good!" "You may content yourself with the knowledge that I have every intention of fucking you again before we say goodnight!" he said as he pulled her naked body against his. "But I need to recover for a little bit first! May I beg a cup of tea?" "Of course, Dad!" said Candice as she became serious. "I don't have any tea bags here, so I will get one from your kitchen, and be right back. Would it be too brazen to go like this?" she asked holding her arms apart to display her nakedness. "We are alone except for a sleeping child, between times of having sex, in the privacy of our home. Of course you may go like that, or get your robe if you are more comfortable with it on. If you wear it, then it comes off the second you return, for I intend to stare at your sweet body until I have taken you once again. You are so sexy and delightfully young!" That made Candice decide to remain naked, as she left through the garage, into the kitchen and then back with the tea bags, cups, sugar, spoons and kettle needed to prepare his tea. "I see I forgot to stock the kitchen!" he said as he followed her to the kitchen. He had said he wanted to look at her, and that is what he was doing. As soon as the tea was prepared with a cup for each of them, Candice returned to the living room and set them down on the new coffee table. Then she asked Bruce to excuse her for a moment, and headed into the bedroom. Only moments later, she returned and came straight over to him, taking his hand. Overview "Come look on your little girl, Daddy!" she said. With her hand in his, she guided him into the bedroom, and walked over to Linda's bed. She was laying there one leg drawn up, halfway between being on her belly, and her side, but with the nightgown drawn up over her waist, leaving her bum and crotch completely exposed. "That's your little girl, Daddy!" she whispered. "Isn't she sweet when she is asleep?" "You called me into a twelve year old's bedroom," he whispered to her, "to show me how sweet she is when she is laying there exposed like that? I'm not supposed to see her like this, no matter how sweet and innocent she looks." "She doesn't know you are looking at her, Daddy, and from the looks of this," as she took hold of his erection, "you don't mind seeing her either. Enjoy the view, and then come and make love to me," she said. When they returned to the living room, and normal levels of speech, he said, "Candice, that was not right. You actually showed off the private parts of your own daughter to an old man. Of course such sweet innocence is sexy, and I couldn't help reacting to it, but that is like I violated her privacy!" "You are not just an old man, you are becoming like her father. She has already shown you clearly that she does not mind if you see her, and I have shown you that I don't mind if you see her. You have shown that you respond to what you see, and that is only natural. I would leave her alone with you at any time for I know you would only do what is right." "How can you say all that, as nice as it is, when I have just had sex with you, a girl less than half of my age, and been turned on by a girl that is half your age again, or only one-quarter of my age?" "I guess that is what happens when you trust the one you love, for I love you with all my heart, and want no secrets or anything hidden from you. For some reason, I include my daughter in that." "But she had the right of privacy, and protection of that privacy when she is asleep, especially in her own home where it falls on me to protect her, even from myself!" "Well trust me, Dad, for she has no desire to be protected from you. I'm sure she will be glad of the protection for her, except when it comes to yourself. When it comes to you, she is going to explore her own sexuality, especially as it is now developing with puberty, and there is no better man in the world to explore it with than you." "The way you talk, it is almost as if it wouldn't matter if I had sex with her," he observed. "I am hoping you will be the one to teach her what sex is and how it is done and feels, for I want her to learn the way you are teaching me tonight, not as I learned thirteen years ago," declared Candice. Under The Stars "I think that discussion should be left for a different day and time, but right now, you are here, naked and very sexy, and I wish to take advantage of you and penetrate your body once again." "Where would you like to do it, sir?" she asked. "Outside in the moonlight," he answered having had an inspirational thought. "Get a blanket, and let's go!" Candice got out a blanket, still in its original store packaging, and followed him outside through the garage. He had to override the system to keep the lights off. It was close to a full moon, and quite bright outside in the wash of the moonlight. Bruce had grabbed a foam pad used to work under the car when it was needed, and placed it on the lawn. Candice threw the blanket over it, and then lay down upon it. Bruce stood over her, looking at her delightful form, and feeling slightly guilty about having sex with such a young girl. She was available and wanting it, just as he wanted it, so he got over her and they made love again. When they were done, they lay side by side, and looked at the heavens above their heads. The moon was still there, but would soon be below the horizon, and the stars would take over their domain of the sky. "Do you ever think about other life out there?" she asked. "All the time," he replied. "Every time I see the stars, and the Milky Way, I can't help but wonder who are our neighbours, and how far away do they live." "I've heard about the Milky Way before, but have never known what it was or meant. Can you tell me?" "If we just lay here for another little while, the moon will go below the horizon, and then I believe I will be able to show it to you." "May I kiss you while we are waiting?" she asked. She did not wait for an answer, but began kissing his mouth, and then turned to kiss his penis, taking it into her mouth and pulling on the softness of it. It didn't take long to come up, and they made love for the third time. When they were done, the moon had gone down and he showed her the Milky Way. Indeed, they found the sky so interesting, that they remained there talking about the wonder of it all for a long time. When Bruce realized that Candice was nearly asleep and he was closer than he expected, he roused himself and his lady, and they gathered up the blanket and pad, returning them inside. Bruce said goodnight to Candice at the entrance to the bedroom, electing not to go in, and she climbed in bed alone. He could see that Linda was in a different position, but still exposed to his view even from the doorway. Gathering up his clothes from the living room, he left the apartment, and returned to his own portion of the house. Going through his garage, and then the kitchen, he went and on until he finally found his bed, allowed himself to fall onto it, and fall asleep where he would remain until the dawn light. Changed Relationships Candice made it up first, got dressed and headed for the kitchen, for she wanted to do that which she had come to do, take care of a man and his home. As she worked, she couldn't help but think about the man she had been with, and how she wanted to be there again. Her desire was that she would be there at least for the rest of his life. Linda arrived to assist her with the last of the breakfast preparations, curious to find out how things had gone between her Mom and her Dad. All Mom would say was that everything was just fine, and give her something more to do towards the breakfast. Dad was the last to arrive, and seemed to have a very business like look about him, and the way he acted. While he did say good morning to both of them, he seemed to be a little distant from what he was last night. Only when they were sitting at the table, and had eaten most of the breakfast Candice had prepared, did he finally say something, a something that sent chills down Linda's spine. "I'm sorry to have to tell you it will be necessary for you to move again, for it would not be appropriate for you to stay in that apartment." He sounded so officious that even Candice turned to look at him. Thinking of how it would feel if he ever said that and meant for them to leave altogether, sent a wave of cold dread coursing through her body. Linda was frozen, not even chewing the food that was in her mouth, the colour drained out of her face. "Do you have any idea how far it is from your apartment to my bedroom? You just can't expect me to wait that long if I get excited and want a little sex, now could you?" When Linda looked over at her mother, she was smiling, and then again so was Daddy. Then the words began to sink in, and the fear that Mommy might have done something to mess up things was gone. Indeed, she had done well. "I suppose I will need to make changes in one of the bedrooms near mine to accommodate that sweet, and sexy girl called Linda. I'll probably have to buy her a few longer nightgowns, as well." "So how close do you plan on having me, Dad?" asked Candice. "Hopefully close enough to feel your sweet butt as you bore a hole in my chest with your breast," he replied. "In your bed?" she asked as she turned to completely face him. "I sure hope so," he confirmed. "That was too good to not repeat it as often as this old man can manage!" "That was no old man in my last night," she declared. "What a lover you are...so full of passion, tenderness, sexuality, and everything a girl could ever want, all rolled up into one kind, generous, caring man with a sense of humour, and the greatest pair of arms to be in." "You're going to have to introduce me to this guy, for it doesn't sound like anybody I know," he said to his lady. "Okay, one day I will introduce you to him. If you are just the least bit hungry, you had better stop seducing me, for I want you right now!" "Oh, oh!" he responded. "For Linda's sake I'll stop now, but work at it later!" "Promise?" she asked, kissing him on his lips lightly. "Written guarantee, if that would please you!" he assured her. "No," she countered. "Try just shoving it deep inside me! That's enough for me!" "Linda certainly has been getting an earful this morning," he noted. "Yes, she has," agreed Candy. "I guess she will be rather jealous by now. Why don't you give her a bit of a cuddle as an appetizer?" she suggested. "I can't!" he exclaimed. "If I did that, I would likely end up with a handful of her bare butt!" "So?" she asked. "It's soft, smooth, round, and sexy. What's wrong with that?" "Listen to your mother offering your bare butt to me," he said to Linda. "I just love her for that!" exclaimed Linda. "It's ready for you when you are ready for it!" "And what makes either of you think I will have any interest in a twelve year old bum?" he asked. "If you're not, then I will cry myself to sleep for the rest of my life!" declared Linda. "When you looked at her bare butt last night, you had an interest that was obvious," stated Candy. "He looked at me last night?" she asked, turning to her mother with wide eyes. "You put on a nice show for him last night, lifting your leg to give us a real good look," she confirmed to her daughter. "When I called Daddy to take a look, he certainly had a big bump in the front of his pants as he tried to pretend he wasn't interested." "Oh, that's so exciting!" declared Linda. "I wish I had been awake to know while he looked!" "So take off your nightgown and give him a look at all of you," suggested her mother. Once the surprise of the suggestion wore off, the gown came off, and she stood there naked before him. "Do you like how I look, Daddy?" she asked, just a little of her shyness showing through. "You bet I do," he assured her. "You are one very pretty girl, and now, more than ever, I can see the image of the woman I married years ago. Now, I can see I have two of the prettiest girls around, and feel very lucky indeed." Candy came over to him, pulling Linda even closer to him as she came up close. "We both love you, Daddy. We know you see your wife in Linda's face, and that is good. Anything you want from us is here for you to help you feel happy again." "My dear Candice," he started, "I can see my wife in both of you now, and you are both very beautiful. With the same build I appreciate in a girl, the same facial characteristics, but more important, I also see two girls, both willing to share themselves with me. I couldn't be luckier than this!" "What does this mean, Daddy?" interrupted Linda. "Are we going to really live with you?" "Yes, darling, we are all going to live together as one family, Mommy sharing our bed with each other, and you very close by in the next room. Together we will try to make a happy life for all of us!" "That sounds so wonderful, Daddy," declared Linda. "So you don't mind me being like this?" she asked, referring to her nudity. "Well, that is a privileged extra it would seem," he responded. "I don't believe I should be seeing you naked all the time though." "But if this is to be our home, and it's just Mommy, you and me here, then it can't be so bad, can it?" she questioned. "Actually it is very nice, and I must admit, quite enjoyable to see, but you must understand that it is not a generally acceptable thing to display your body like that." "Even when we are likely to become lovers?" she countered. "I'm not so sure that will happen darling," he told her. "Daddy thinks you are too young, Linda," explained Candy. "Not so much too young, but too young for an old man to take advantage of," he corrected. "Now, Bruce," said Candice. "How old were you the first time you had sex with a girl?" "About fourteen, as I recall," he admitted. "How old was your girl?" she persisted. "I think she was about twelve," he admitted, realizing where this was going. "That was the same girl that became my wife several years later." "Was she too young?" asked Candy. "When I think back on it, probably she was," he admitted. "It was nice though, and lasted for years and years." "And along the way, you not only found out how nice it was, but learned all the techniques to make it wonderful for her. You showed me some of your skills yesterday," she declared. "Would you deprive Linda of such a good chance to learn from such a loving man?" "I give up," he declared. "Not immediately, for I need time to get used to the idea, but I guess you and I will be making love, Linda." "Thank you, Daddy," she declared. "I know it will be the best way for me, and I hope it is as nice as what I've heard." Coming over to him, she wrapped herself to him, and accepted his arms about her, including one hand on her bum. "It feels so nice when you hold me like this, Daddy!" "It's pretty wonderful to me too, darling," he assured her. "My little princess!" "Don't forget me," suggested Candice. "Seeing you two like that makes me feel pretty wonderful, almost as if it was me being cuddled." "I haven't forgotten you, darling," he declared. "As a matter of fact, I was just thinking of us going upstairs and making love. Linda might even do well by seeing the actual thing, and knowing something more about what happens at the time." "Please come and get me then, Daddy, for I just came as you spoke!" she declared. Her expression showed clearly that she was feeling it at that moments. "Interested in watching Mommy and me make love, darling?" he asked the youngster in his arms. "Oh, Daddy! You've got to know how great that would be. Thank you, and I love you!" Taking Linda up to sit on his one arm, he took Candy's hand, led them up to his room, and with a witness, made long, passionate love to Candy, lasting well over an hour. Linda did learn from watching, and was much more prepared to accept him when it came time to do it with him. Nearly a week passed by, and still Linda remained a virgin. Bruce had done a little playing with her during that time, and she had been able to experience several climaxes during those times. Indeed, she actively sought his touch, for she was getting to enjoy the sexual arousal that came from those times. She had also witnessed her mother being penetrated by him almost on a daily basis, sometimes even more than once in any given day. Evenings had become a time of nudity for her, and she never hesitated to strip off whatever she was wearing for the slightest provocation. This particular evening, she was stretched out naked, front up across his lap. He had spent time fondling her breasts, although he had not sucked on them as he had on many other occasions. Most of his attention was centred between her well spread legs, and her third climax had been experience a few moments ago, and she had now regained her composure. She still remained stimulated when he picked her up, took her mother's hand, and led them upstairs. Linda fully expected to be able to suck on his cock once more before he penetrated his mother, and finished the session inside her. At least she didn't have to return to her own bed these last couple of nights, and remained sleeping with them in their very large bed. Instead of his having her mother get on the bed and open her legs for him to lick and kiss her vulva, this time he had Linda get in the position. Not for the first time, he used his lips and tongue to bring her to yet another climax, something she was ecstatic about. When she did open her eyes, it was in response to the sensation of something bigger than normal entering her vagina. He was over top of her, and his penis had entered the lower part of her opening. "Thank you, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "This is even better than any other time!" Upon saying that, Linda winced, for he was pressing down even deeper into her, and from inside she felt a burning. He went in all the way! "You're not a virgin any more, sweetheart," he told her. "Tell me when the hurt stops." "It's still burning, Daddy," she told him, "but it feels so full down there, just like it is a missing part come back. I don't know how to explain it to you, but it is nice." "You are a woman now, my little princess," he said reassuringly. "This is the natural place for a man's penis to be, and it makes you feel complete." "That's it, Daddy," she declared. "I think the burning is almost gone now." When Bruce pulled back, she felt the loss of it from where it felt good, but when it went back in, it was wonderful, and almost totally without pain. The next time he pulled back and then in again, she could not hide the satisfaction it brought her, and cried out just as her mother did when she was getting it in her. "Isn't it wonderful?" asked her mother from close beside her. "Daddy is doing it nicely in you." "Oh, Mommy, it is the greatest feeling I've ever had! I'm a woman! Daddy said so!" "You are still my baby, but yes, darling, you are a woman now!" she responded. For several minutes, Bruce pumped his penis in and out of his naked twelve year old he had played with so many times. He knew the taste of her juices that now smoothed his way into her body, and allowed him to pump her with only satisfaction coming from his actions. She knew this was the first, but far from the last time she would experience the thrill of sex with the man she now called Daddy.