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Pastor Jimmy's Redemption
by Timberwolf (ptotrcw@gmail.com)

***

A big city minister is brought low. He finds his 
redemption in the love of a homeless woman, and 
happiness in the friendship of an old man. (MF/f-teen, 
Ff, bi, ped, inc, 1st, oral, anal, sacrilegious)

***

Author's Note: The usual disclaimers apply here, so 
let me spell them out for you. If you are under the 
legal age of your country to read this material, or 
you do not like what you read herein, fuck off and 
stop wasting everyone's time. Also, I do not condone 
any acts which harm or put children at risk. Are we 
clear on that? Good, so Please Read This!

This is in part a love story. It also contains sexual 
contact between an adult male and a young girl or two, 
in a loving, nurturing environment. If you want a 
story that is all sex and no substance, please, I 
invite you to look elsewhere.

Any similarity to any persons, living or dead, is 
purely coincidental. This never happened, at least not 
that I know of! So, if you have any questions, 
comments or suggestions, please send them to me at 
this link; ptotrcw@gmail.com

***

Part One

***

Stuff happens.

Whether on purpose, or by design, only the Good Lord 
knows. Some occurrences are so way out there, the only 
description you can give is that you've stepped into 
your own episode of the Twilight Zone.

Let me tell you about it, shall I?

My name is James Willoughby. I used to known to at 
least a thousand people in my old upper middle class 
neighbourhood in the town of Michaelsburg as Pastor 
James David Willoughby, Pastor James to the children, 
or Pastor Willoughby to the congregation. I served at 
the Church of the Risen Lord (name changed to protect 
the guilty), first as assistant pastor, then as 
pastor. In my time there, I saw many people come and 
go. I married a few of them, sent some off on 
missions, and counselled many. Life was good.

I'd seen and talked in confidence to couples who'd one 
spouse or another had discovered the other half was 
having, had have, or thought about having, an affair. 
I'd managed to save a few of those marriages by 
counselling and prayer. Some of them couldn't be 
saved, because they'd become a train wreck, huge and 
messy.

Everybody has their own train wreck, I've learned the 
hard way, of one description or another. You never see 
the train headed toward you, until the last moment, 
just before it strikes you. And my train was a fully-
loaded freight, going full speed, and no brakes.

***

My wife and I, we married young. Both nineteen, 
sparkly eyed and full of energy. There wasn't nothing 
we wouldn't do to share the Gospel. We were like two 
peas in a pod in the beginning. Then came seminary, 
assistant-pastorship, until finally, my own church 
when pastor Michaelson retired.

It came to light, under a big glaring, 'all-the-
church-knows-but-Pastor-don't' spotlight, that my wife 
of fifteen years was having an affair with one of the 
Deacons of our church, and had been for the past nine 
of those years before the news hit the pews. 

His wife didn't know about the clandestine goings-on, 
and my heart ached for her, but not as much as it bled 
for the betrayal of the woman I thought loved me, who 
yipped and hollered many 'Praise the Lords', right 
there in front of me as I stood before her, God, and 
the congregation on many a Sunday.

During the fall-out, the affair came about she said 
because we didn't have children, and she blamed me for 
that. I had a test done, after the horse had bolted, 
way too late to do any good, and I found out my 
swimmers were alive, abundant, and healthy. So it 
wasn't me who couldn't donate to the cause.

I got the blame anyway.

***

I lost my position as pastor of the church, no 
surprises there. What did surprise me was that I'd 
became a pariah, an outcast, and people who'd sat at 
my table, and me at theirs, suddenly didn't know me, 
or want to. Plain and simple, I'd become an 
embarrassment to them all. I wasn't excommunicated, or 
have my ordination revoked, but I knew in my heart I'd 
never have my own church again.

Hell would freeze over first, count on it.

My ex-wife and the ex-deacon were excommunicated, 
however. They were gone like a fart in a hurricane, to 
put it crassly. They may have been gone, but the 
scandal had given the gossips fodder that lasted for 
many months afterward.

People for miles around in any direction you could 
name knew shortly after that Pastor, (ex-Pastor!), 
James Willoughby's wife was a cheater, blah, blah, 
blah, and I did the only thing I could do to salvage 
what little pride I had left.

I packed up and moved away.

Far away.

***

I found myself one day in an old town, with a 
population of several hundred, and driving through 
after gassing the car, I noticed an old dilapidated 
church sitting off to one side of the main road. The 
doors had been boarded up at one time, but the boards 
had come loose and hung down the walls, and a couple 
of windows were smashed. It sat there, looking sad and 
forlorn, like the heart had been ripped out of it. I 
knew how it felt, and on an impulse, I pulled into the 
driveway, then got out of my car, and walked around 
it.

The church looked small from the front, but it was 
quite big, really. I discovered there was a house 
attached to the back of the building. It had at least 
four bedrooms, a large kitchen and living area, and a 
huge back yard. It sat next to the town's cemetery, 
which looked overgrown.

When I got to the front door, I went up to it, and 
pushed. The door creaked open, and taking that as a 
good sign, I walked inside.

The sense of peace I felt standing in front of the 
altar was so deep, it pierced right into me. I can't 
describe in words what came over me, but I knew, I 
just knew I'd come home! In my mind, I could hear the 
congregation singing and praising God, and the love 
that radiated from the very floorboards made me weep.

I was standing in the presence of something powerful, 
and it had me in its thrall, and I didn't want it to 
end.

You had to have been there to understand.

***

While I was standing there, I nearly screamed with 
fright when I felt a hand grab hold of my left elbow. 
I jumped, spun around, and was confronted by a 
grizzled old man, sunburned a mahogany colour from 
time spent outdoors.

He was dressed in old faded denims, and sported a 
white beard and moustache worn in the old cowboy 
style. He had scuffed work boots on his feet, and had 
piercing blue eyes that beheld me warily. His grip was 
strong, and his body was all whip-cord and leathery 
muscle.

"What you doin' in here, boy?" he rasped.

I told him my name, James Willoughby, and I told him I 
was passing through, and stopped by to visit the old 
church. I said I was moving on, and made to walk out 
the door. I hadn't got two steps before he said, "You 
the James Willoughby whose wife left him for a damned 
deacon?"

I nearly fell over in shock!

"My God," I blurted, "does the whole country know 
about that?"

He fixed me with a "Jesus Christ, what an idiot!" 
stare, and said, "Bad news travels fast in the 
Christian community, preacher! Of course the whole 
damned country knows about it by now!" He shook his 
head, and said, "Just how many Christians you think 
are in this country, boy? Every damned one of them 
knows when one of their own falls from grace!"

He put his hand on my shoulder, and said, "Boy, from 
now on, every time a sermon about adultery gets given, 
you can bet the name, 'James Willoughby,' is gonna be 
inserted in there somewhere!"

I was hollow, empty. The dream of starting fresh 
evaporated like smoke in front of my eyes. I couldn't 
go anywhere and start my life over if I kept on using 
my own name, I knew. If I changed my name, I'd have to 
change my whole identity, and I was too stubborn to do 
that! I was me, not somebody else. I was the wronged 
party, here! I didn't have the affair, she did, 
dammit!

So why did I run?

***

I sat down on one of the empty dusty pews, dejected.

The old man came over and sat beside me on the pew. He 
rolled a cigarette, then offered it to me. I hadn't 
smoked in twenty years, and without thinking I took it 
from him, and coughed as he lit it for me. Then with 
my head was spinning, he rolled and lit one of his 
own.

"You see, boy," he said as we sat there enveloped in 
blue smoke, "God don't always gets it right, but 
occasionally, He does, but in a round-about way. You," 
he pointed a gnarled finger at me, "in your rush to 
get wed, married the wrong person! Your wife, the one 
you should'a had, the one you didn't wait for, is now 
married to someone else. So God, you see, had to get 
your attention, so He dumped a pile of horseshit in 
your lap!"

He chuckled. "His way of tidying up the mess!"

I sat there looking at this crazy old man. What in the 
name of sanity was he on about?

"Good! I got your attention now, same as He does! It's 
time to start afresh, and you ain't got the baggage 
you once had!" He looked askance at me. "All those 
people bowing and scraping, kissing the Pastor's ass," 
he said sarcastically. "You loved it, go on, admit 
it!"

I was still in shock. I had to admit, the adulation, 
the 'bowing and scraping and the ass-kissing' did turn 
my head. I guess I did get a bit big-headed because of 
it.

"Course you did!" the old man said. "Now, you're 
eating humble pie, and that's where you gotta start 
from again! Right from scratch! This town," he waved 
his hand in a circle, "ain't perfect, and it's got its 
problems, but here's where you gotta make your stand, 
boy! A line's been drawn in the sand, and what you do 
from now on's gonna decide your future!"

He looked at me with a kindly eye, and smiled. "Follow 
your heart, boy," he told me gently, patting me on the 
shoulder. "Remember this, there's no right or wrong, 
boy, just what we do to help others. Just know that 
God is on your side!"

The old man stood, his cigarette out and glued to his 
lower lip. He looked out the door, and said, "Well, 
gotta go, Jimmy! Your new life is about to walk in the 
front door!"

I heard a sound, and turned just as a man and two 
women pushed the front doors open wider. One of the 
women fell to her knees, and clasped her hands in 
front of her chest, a look of disbelief and rapture on 
her face as soon as she saw me. The man and the other 
woman stood stock still, and then striding over to me, 
the man took my hand in his, and shook it.

"Welcome, pastor!" he told me as he pumped my hand, 
"we've been praying for you for a long time now!"

How on earth did he know I was a pastor? I looked 
around, but the old man was gone.

***

One door closes, another one opens.

How many times have I heard that, and didn't really 
believe it? For a town of several hundred people, I 
was kept remarkably busy. Everybody wanted to make the 
new preacher's acquaintance, to shake my hand and 
welcome me. They all knew who I was, of course, once 
they'd heard my name, but no-one said much about what 
had happened, which made my life easier.

I asked the guy, Peter Robinson, how he knew I was a 
minister. I told him I could have been anybody off the 
street. He told me he was at a prayer meeting, praying 
yet again for a new pastor to come and minister at the 
old church, and there had been a 'word of prophecy' 
given, telling him to go, NOW, and meet the 'Bearer of 
Good Tidings,' as I had been called.

If he didn't believe in God before, he surely did now. 
Peter was one of my staunchest supporters. I made him 
a Deacon on the spot!

The three, Peter and the two women, Janice and 
Madeline Stow, sisters, were called The Three 
Disciples by people in the congregation, for being 
there to meet me first. The two ladies were laughingly 
referred to as Mary and Martha, who were also 
disciples, but of another personage.

There were a couple of weddings, some christenings, 
and some late night counselling sessions, but all-in-
all, the first six months zipped past without 
incident. I had a steady congregation of about a 
hundred and fifty, give-or-take to begin with. Once 
people heard that a new preacher was in town, my small 
congregation grew larger, with people coming for miles 
to sit in the pews every Sunday. Still, there was 
enough in the offering plate to pay my salary and meet 
the overheads, which made me happy.

People rallied around, and soon the old church looked 
good as new again. The offerings of time and material 
made me humble. The windows were fixed, a coat or two 
of paint was applied, the guttering and downpipes 
replaced, and finally, the old place felt like home.

One of the local hardware stores donated a mower, and 
I took over that job, mowing the church grounds, as it 
gave me time to think, and to clear my head. I would 
talk to the residents of the graveyard next door to 
the church, and came to know their names well.

Robert Tyler, born 1776, died 1792, a young soldier. 
David Waynscott, born 1897, died 1954, married with 
four children. Alice Forcombe, born 1842, died 1842, 
aged two months. There were a lot of graves there, and 
I, along with several helpers cleared and tended them 
lovingly.

***

During the first year, the old man would appear at 
random times, and we'd converse for a while, then he'd 
be off to do whatever it was he did. He didn't tell 
me, and I didn't ask. Seems I'd always forget to, for 
some reason.

I remember we had a conversation about sex, one time. 
Actually we had several on that subject. He had quite 
a different view of things, given his age. I gave him 
the church's stance on unmarried sex, married sexual 
practices, and sex in general. He scoffed at it all, 
telling me we were in the modern world now, and not 
back in the Dark Ages.

"You can't stifle human contact!" he thundered at me. 
"Men and women were made to express their sexual 
natures, not keep them locked up! No wonder there's so 
much trouble in the damned world!"

He, and I know I keep calling him 'he', but the old 
dude never told me his name. He rolled a cigarette, 
passed it to me, and rolled one for himself, which he 
lit, then mine from a match.

"Boy," he said kindly, "you got a decision to make, 
one that will change your life forever. All I want you 
to do is keep an open mind. Don't be kept in the rigid 
chains of dogma. Be flexible, and be strong."

While I pondered that, he got up and walked away. I 
sat there smoking for a while, then went back to my 
daily life.

***

A week later, I was sitting in a roadside diner that 
the old man had recommended to me. The food was good, 
and they made a wonderful aromatic coffee. I'd go 
there at night, when I couldn't sleep, and blessed the 
old man for telling me about it, as it was open all 
night for the travellers and truckers that passed 
through.

I got to know the waitresses, and we were all on a 
first-name basis. There were two cooks, but I didn't 
get to meet the day guy. I always seemed to miss him.

This particular night, I was feeling like a smoke, and 
thanks to the stupid smoking laws, I had to go outside 
into the cold wind to indulge. I was standing there, 
under the eaves of the porch, watching the moths dance 
and flutter around the light, when I heard two voices, 
female, one young, one older, and it sounded like a 
mother and daughter. I inched silently closer so that 
I could hear what they were saying. It sounded like an 
argument of some sort.

"No, Momma!" the girl was saying. "You can't do this! 
It's not right! We'll get a job and find some money, 
somehow!"

The girl sniffed, and said, "Please, momma. I'll find 
a job, and I'll work real hard, you'll see!"

The woman sounded defeated, but she was a fighter. 
"Girl," she said to her child, "the only work a man 
will pay you for at your age don't involve you 
standing up!"

"And," she growled, "I'm not about to let that 
happen!"

Then she sighed, and in a quieter tone, she said, 
"Baby, I got to do this. We ain't got no money, your 
damned father saw to that when he kicked us out! I'll 
find someone, do what I have to do, and then we can 
eat, okay? You'll feel better when you've got some 
food in your belly."

The girl started to sniffle, and I heard them embrace. 
The girl said, "Momma, my feet hurt!"

"I know, honey," she told the girl quietly. "Mine too. 
Just a little longer, and I'll find us a nice warm 
place to sleep, okay?"

The mother wasn't far off crying, and suddenly I was 
moving, flicking my cigarette butt away.

***

Both females jumped when I stepped around the corner, 
and both had a look of fear in their eyes. All they 
could see was a dark silhouette, because I had the 
light behind me. Then the mom straightened up, and 
tried to look attractive to her first ever customer.

Poor thing. She failed.

She was maybe five-six, with straight mousy brown hair 
parted in the middle, and she was wrapped in an old 
coat that didn't seem to keep her warm. She shivered, 
and her tremulous smile slipped off her face, which 
was pinched with hunger and cold. The girl stood there 
beside her mom, the top of her head coming to her 
chest, clad in a dress that had seen better times, 
barefoot, and she was shivering badly.

I stood there, and we watched each other. Then 
stepping forward, I said, "I heard you two talking. 
Follow me." Nodding to the diner, I said, "Inside, 
where it's warm." Then I turned around, and went back 
to my booth.

It took them almost ten minutes before both of them 
timidly came inside, to sit opposite me in my booth. 
The mother was unsure about me, and the girl, about 
nine and skinny, sat there, looking at me with a 
hostile glare.

***

Then the woman gasped, "Oh my God!"

I noticed they were both looking at my bible, which 
lay open on the table.

"You some kind of religious nut?" the girl asked.

"Yeah," I replied, "some kind of."

The girl grabbed her mother's arm and said, "Mom! He's 
dangerous! We got to get out of here!"

Just then the waitress came up to us, and smiling, she 
said, "Well, Jimmy, you want to order now?"

I smiled at her, and told her I'd be having the chef's 
special, and looking at the woman, I told her she and 
the child could have anything they wanted.

She gave me a wary look, not trusting me, but she 
ordered for the both of them, and I added some dessert 
to go with it. The waitress took our orders, and told 
us it would be about ten minutes, gave us both 
coffees, then left.

When the waitress was out of ear-shot, the woman 
leaned forward, and said, "Okay, mister, what's your 
game? What have you got in mind for us?"


I sat there, and I was stumped. To tell you the truth, 
I didn't know what I was going to do with them. I 
hadn't thought any further than giving them a hot 
meal, just to get them out of the cold. I had two sets 
of brown eyes boring into mine, and I started to get 
uncomfortable.

***

"Why don't we get acquainted first?" I said. "My 
name's James Willoughby, and I live up the road, not 
far from here."

The woman relaxed a little, but not by much. She sat 
back, crossing her arms under her breasts, which 
looked small. She took her time answering, and when 
she did, she said, "My name is June Mayberry, and this 
is my daughter, Millie."

"Hi, pleased to meet you June, Millie," I smiled at 
them, but the girl still glared at me.

"You mentioned your husband kicked you out. If I may 
ask, why? Why did he do that?"

June's face had a hard look to it, and she said, "We 
weren't married," she told me. "We were as good as, 
though. He found a younger woman. Same ol' damned 
story. I stood by him, through the factory closing 
down where he had a good job. I worked to keep us 
under a roof, and fed. I paid what bills I could, all 
on a miserable salary that wouldn't feed a dog!"

June looked like she was going to cry, but she held it 
in. "Then, he gets a job, a good one, better than the 
last, and so we move here. Suddenly, he doesn't want 
us around! Then he tells me he's got another woman, 
younger, and he's in love! Can you believe that? He's 
in love!"

Two tears slipped out of her eyes, and tracked down 
her cheeks.

"Then the bastard threw us out, with no warning at 
all, so that his new girlfriend could move in. He was 
gracious enough to let me pack some things before we 
left. We left most of it behind, we had to. He really 
wanted us out of there!"

June shivered. "All we got, Millie and I, are what's 
in those three suitcases out there."

I looked, and sure enough, there were three cases out 
by the front door. I didn't know what to say. You hear 
of crap like this happening, but to face the reality 
of it is another thing entirely. I was aghast at the 
callousness of her ex. How the hell does a man, if you 
can call him that, just abandon his woman and child to 
the cold and the dark?

***

"But," she said, wiping away the tears with the back 
of her hand. "Our troubles ain't yours, mister. If you 
ain't gonna fuck me," and it looked like the word 
'fuck' left a bad taste in her mouth, "then we thank 
you for the meal, and we'll be moving on."

We were saved from further conversation by the 
waitress turning up with our meals. June told Millie 
to eat slowly, to make it last, as they didn't know 
when they'd be eating next. She blushed as she said 
that, neither of them meeting my eyes, and my heart 
broke for them.

As we ate in silence, I studied the two females, 
mother and daughter. Millie was short, skinny as a 
rake handle, and her hair, brown like her mother's, 
needed washing, as it hung straight down, lifeless. 
The dress she was wearing was thin, and it had short 
sleeves. The child kept darting looks out of the 
window every time the wind gusted, and she shivered, 
no doubt not wanting to go back out there.

Can't say as I blamed her. I didn't want to be 
homeless on a night like that, either.

Up close and in the light, June was passable pretty. 
If she had on different clothes, ate a little more, 
and had her hair done, she'd be someone I'd be proud 
to have on my arm.

I gave a start, and chided myself for thinking like 
that. Even having those kind of thoughts started to 
create movement in my underwear.

As we finished our meal, I took out my wallet, and put 
the price of the meals, plus a tip, under an empty 
cup. Then I pulled out a fifty, folded it, and slid 
that across the table to June, who gave me a confused 
look, not understanding what I had done.

"That's for your time," I told her gently. "It's 
yours, and you don't have to do anything else to earn 
it."

June just looked at the folded note, as if afraid to 
touch it. Millie was curious, and reached out to pick 
it up, obviously never having seen one before. She 
held it up to the light, and said, "Sure looks real, 
mom!"

***

I smiled, and got up. As I stood there, June was 
scared, but not of me, of that I was sure. She had to 
go back outside in the cold freezing wind, to wait for 
any truckers or travellers that might turn up, and 
then she'd have to sacrifice her pride and her body to 
feed and clothe herself and her child.

Then as if prompted, I said to her, "June, you don't 
know me, or likely trust me for that matter, but I'm 
going to make you an offer. I want you and Millie to 
come home with me. All I'm offering you is a bed for 
the night, and no, it's not mine. You don't have to do 
anything, except say yes!"

That started the tears off again, but June didn't seem 
to notice them. She just looked into my eyes deeply, 
probing my motives. Millie sat there, looking between 
her mom and me, a serious look on her face. Then she 
leaned into her mother, and whispered, "I don't wanna 
go back outside again, ma! It's cold! Can we sleep in 
a real bed? Please?"

June sat up straight, put her arm protectively around 
Millie, and said, "If a bed is all you're offering, 
mister, we accept! Nothing more, is that clear?"

I smiled, and held my hand out to her. "Nothing more, 
June. You have my word!"

***

I picked up their bags, and put them into the car. 
They were remarkably light. We drove back in silence, 
and in a short time, Millie was asleep in the back 
seat. June kept turning to check on her, and as we 
pulled into the driveway, June said quietly, "Nice 
house. You live here all alone?"

"Yes, I do," I replied. "I'm divorced."

I got out, and unlocked the door, and then as June 
picked up her sleeping offspring, I carried their 
suitcases into my room, and turned down the covers on 
the bed for them. I told June I would sleep on the 
couch, as that was the only room with a bed in it. She 
gave me a suspicious look, but after checking the 
other rooms, seeing I was telling the truth, she 
believed me and nodded her thanks.

I pointed out the bathroom and toilet, and then 
leaving them to it, I went into the kitchen, and put a 
pot of coffee on. As I was pouring myself a cup, June 
came into the kitchen, and accepted a cup.

June sat there at the table, holding the cup with both 
hands, looking at me. We stared at each other for a 
few minutes, then putting her cup down, she sat back, 
and said, "I should be afraid of you, mister. But the 
feeling I get, it's like I should know you from 
somewhere. But we only just met tonight, and the 
feeling I have about you, well, it's nothing bad. Why 
is that?"

"God sent me to help you and Millie, June. I don't 
always know His ways, but you needed help, and I 
couldn't just walk away and leave you both there at 
the diner."

"I don't believe in God," she muttered. "Not anymore. 
Not after Freddy kicked us out. I couldn't understand 
why he did that, why he decided Millie and I weren't 
good enough for him anymore. I still don't know."

Then she dropped her head into her hands, and wept 
bitterly. Her shoulders shook, so I got up, and put my 
arms around her, holding her. June went rigid, but as 
all I was doing was giving her support, she relaxed, 
and then she was leaning into me, crying helplessly, 
letting all her pain and hurts out as I hugged her 
tight.

Finally she calmed down, and sniffing, she wiped her 
eyes. Getting up, she said, "Well, Jimmy, you don't 
mind me calling you Jimmy do you?" I shook my head, 
and then she said, "I suppose I'd best be off to bed, 
then."

June walked to the hallway door, and turning her head 
toward me, she said quietly, "Thank you, Jimmy. More 
than you could know. Goodnight."

***

The next morning, June and Millie took a shower 
together as I got the breakfast on, and I was 
gratified to hear girlish giggles come from the 
bathroom. I'd shown them where the towels, soap and 
shampoo were, and offered to let them stay another 
night, to get their clothes washed and dried in the 
machines. June declined at first, but a storm had 
blown in overnight, and it looked like they weren't 
going anywhere for the time being, at least a day or 
two.

So she had no choice really but to accept the offer. 
Millie was happy just to be out of the cold wind, and 
in a warm house. I'd made a couple of phone calls 
while they were in the bathroom, and as we sat at the 
table enjoying breakfast, there was a knock on the 
door, and Mrs Kolinsky, a rotund woman in her fifties 
and our church welfare officer came in, her face 
smiling and rosy from the bitter wind outside. She had 
two large plastic sacks gripped in her mittened hands.

June and Millie sat at the table, looks of confusion 
on their faces as Mrs Kolinsky met them, telling them 
she had some clothes for them in the two plastic bags 
she had with her, and when they were ready, she'd take 
them into their room so that they could try them on, 
and see what fitted.

June looked my way, and asked me what the hell was 
going on. Mrs Kolinsky frowned at the word, 'hell,' 
but she piped up, and said, "Honey, didn't he tell 
you? This is our pastor, James Willoughby! He called 
me up and asked if there was anything I could do to 
help you and your daughter! So we in the congregation 
got together, and we scrounged up what clothes and 
things we could for you and your darling child!"

The look on June's face was priceless. Her jaw hung 
slack, and she looked pale with surprise.

"Oh, my God!" she said. "You're a minister? Of a 
church? Holy shit!"

Mrs. Kolinsky gave June a confused look, and asked 
her, "Where did you think you were, dear? This house 
is part of the church!"

June had to sit down at that point, and shook her 
head. I grinned. I couldn't help it! I was remembering 
the old man's words, "Remember this, there's no right 
or wrong, just what we do to help others."

He was right.

***

Millie immediately dived into the bags, and there were 
articles of feminine clothing all over the floor, 
despite June crossly telling her to keep out of them. 
June wasn't having much luck declining the help she 
was offered. Mrs. Kolinsky wouldn't take no for an 
answer. Millie squealed in joy when she found several 
pairs of shoes, and promptly sat on the floor, her 
legs bent at awkward angles while she tried them on, 
oblivious to the fact that she wasn't wearing any 
underwear. Then I remembered hearing June starting the 
washing machine earlier. So that's where they went!

I got a good look at her hairless sex as she twisted 
this way and that, trying on one pair of shoes after 
another. Her young lips were puffy and pink, smooth 
and soft-looking. My temperature went up several 
notches as I gazed at her immature crevice, a thin 
clitoral hood dividing it neatly down the middle at 
the top, her small opening winking as she moved this 
way and that. Mrs. Kolinsky and June were facing the 
other way so they couldn't see what I saw, and at one 
point, Millie looked up, saw where my eyes were, but 
she just grinned an impish smile, and continued what 
she was doing before standing up, and proudly showing 
her mom the pair of black leather school shoes she'd 
found. I had to say, they fitted perfectly on her. 

There was another knock at the door, and Mrs Parker 
came in, and she too, had a couple of bags of 
clothing, and her husband Allan sheepishly poked his 
head in, and told me he had some stuff out in the car 
if we were ready for it. I told him to bring it in, 
which he promptly did. At that point, June gave in, 
and sat down, tears on her face again, overwhelmed at 
the generosity directed toward her and Millie.

The two women, Mrs. Kolinsky and Parker, immediately 
went to her, and wrapped her in hugs, cooing over her. 
Then the women gathered the two up, and the bags of 
clothing, and were shepherded down to their room for 
'the fitting.' Allen and I sat at the table, and had a 
coffee. Allan was grinning, and said to me, "Looks 
like this morning's doings are quite a shock to your 
visitors, huh, Pastor?"

I agreed. I felt good being able to help another human 
being. The bible says, 'Give without the expectation 
of reward.' When you give out of the goodness of your 
heart, and you see the smile on the face of the 
recipient, that in itself is its own kind of reward, 
I've found.

***

When the ladies reappeared, they looked completely 
different. Gone were the old drab worn dresses, and 
now they were dressed in much better, warmer clothes. 
Enough clothing had been brought to the house to give 
them both a whole new wardrobe. June looked good in 
jeans and shirt which showed off her trim figure, her 
hair up in a ponytail with shoes and socks on her 
feet. She had a slim figure, her breasts high and 
firm, small like I'd figured, a B cup if I'm any 
judge. When she saw me looking, she posed slightly, a 
small shy smile on her face. Millie was dressed in a 
blue dress that came just above her knees, with knee 
socks and her new shoes. I knew that this time, she'd 
be wearing panties under it. She grinned at me, as if 
reading my mind, and flicked her dress up, quickly, to 
show me a pair of pink cotton undies that hugged her 
butt.

My God, she had a cute butt, I couldn't help thinking. 
But I didn't let that thought show on my face, and 
quickly looked away, before someone saw where my eyes 
had been.

Just as well everyone had their attention elsewhere, 
and I heard Mrs. Parker say that the next thing the 
ladies needed, was somewhere to live. Millie 
immediately asked, "Why can't we stay here, Mom? I 
like it here, and that bed we slept in is really 
comfortable!"

They all laughed, and I stayed silent. Come to think 
of it, these two had only been under my roof for a 
night, and we didn't know each other at all well, but 
the thought of them living elsewhere gave me a wrench 
in my heart. I didn't want to let them go, I realised.

Suddenly my mouth was moving, and words were coming 
out of it.

***

"Why can't they stay here?" I heard myself say. "I 
could use a housekeeper, and we can pay June a stipend 
from the weekly offering, even if I have to be paid 
less."

They were all looking at me, the silence total, and my 
face flamed. The silence seemed to stretch itself out, 
until Allen nodded and said, "Sounds like a good idea, 
pastor! There's only one place I know of in town 
that's empty, but it's going to take a lot of work to 
fix it up. You know the old Peterson place, Marge?"

Margery Parker looked at her husband for a moment, and 
then she said, "Of course! That old place looks like 
it should have been bulldozed flat years ago! There's 
no way a woman and her child could live in that rat-
trap!"

Mrs. Kolinsky nodded her head, and said, "We'll put it 
to the church council, but the Pastor's idea seems a 
good one! A single man, and a big house like this, 
yes, I think it might work!"

Poor June, she had no chance to object, as Millie 
threw her arms around my neck, almost choking me. Then 
the child hugged her mom, and said, "Ray, mom, we're 
staying! No more sleeping out in the cold!"

So, it was decided in church council that very 
afternoon that the poor pastor, unused to the ways of 
domesticity, was to have a housekeeper. So June and 
Millie moved in to stay, and settled down quite nicely 
into their new situation.

***

Both girls had their own rooms. The congregation once 
more rallied behind them, and at the end of the day as 
the beds and dressers, sheets and blankets, quilts and 
curtains arrived, more of the congregation turned up 
to meet them, and there was almost a carnival 
atmosphere at the church that day as we got the rooms 
set up. We had an impromptu thanksgiving and prayer 
service to celebrate. June and Millie gained more 
friends in one day than they had in their entire 
lives. Invitations to lunches and dinners came thick 
and fast, and June's head, she told me later, "felt 
like it was gonna explode!"

Strangely, no-one seemed to put the equation of a 
single man plus a single woman, with a girl-child, 
living in the same house, unmarried, together. It 
didn't even seem to cross anyone's mind that anything 
untoward, sexually that is, could happen at any time. 
It was just assumed that we'd both behave ourselves.

I really hoped I could, at least, behave myself. With 
the new June walking around the house in her hip-
hugging jeans, showing off her great ass, (which 
seemed to be pointing in my direction a lot!), and her 
daughter, Millie, sitting provocatively, most times 
open-legged when her mom wasn't looking, really put a 
strain on my self-control.

Millie discovered that when her legs would open, my 
eyes went immediately to the juncture of her young 
thighs. I couldn't help it, no matter how hard I tried 
to stop myself from doing it. She had a power over me, 
and she revelled in teasing me. I would be breathless 
when her skirt would ride up her legs, or she'd pull 
it up deliberately, and I'd see her young sex, her 
panties moulded into it, creating what I've heard 
called a 'camel-toe.' June never seemed to notice.

Sometimes, just to really wind me up, in the evenings 
Millie would go to the bathroom to shower, and when 
she'd come back out she'd be pantie-less under her 
nightdress, and flash her sweet young thing at me. Her 
favourite sitting position at those times would be to 
sit on the couch, and draw her legs up to her chest. 
I'd have an unrestricted view of her vagina, stretched 
and inviting my eyes to drink it in.

***

I hate cold showers!

***

I asked Millie time and again to stop doing that, to 
stop teasing me in such a fashion, but my pleas went 
in one ear and out the other. I tried to ignore her, 
but that made her increase her efforts. I even 
threatened once to go to her mother and tell her, 
which earned me this pouty reply; "Do you really want 
me to stop, Jimmy?"

Little Jezebel! No, I didn't, damn my soul to hell. 
But I was an unmarried man, and lately I'd lie awake 
in bed for hours, a raging erection between my legs as 
I tossed and turned. If I wasn't thinking about June's 
ass, I'd be thinking about Millie's crotch.

I was doomed!

Finally, after some weeks of wrestling with my 
conscience, and being driven to distraction by 
Millie's antics, I decided to go to June, fess up, and 
ask her to have a word to Millie and get her to be a 
little more demure around me. Just when I went looking 
for June, Millie saw me, and in that sixth-sense way 
females have, she knew immediately what I was going to 
do.

So she waylaid me, and taking my hand, she sat me down 
on the couch, and climbing into my lap, she told me 
she was sorry for teasing me. I hugged her, kissing 
the top of her head. I couldn't be angry at her. I 
wanted to be, but I had come to think of her in terms 
of the daughter I'd never had, and my heart was full 
of love for this sweet child.

"Millie," I said to her, "when you tease me, you're 
playing with my emotions, and for an unmarried man 
like me, that's a dangerous thing to do. I've been 
able to keep my hands to myself so far, and not do 
anything to hurt you, but another man might have done 
things to you that your body wouldn't be ready for."

I had her attention, and she said, "What things, 
Jimmy?"

"Sex things," I told her. "You know about sex, don't 
you?"

"Well, yeah, kinda," she said, a little unsure.

"That's what I'm talking about. Your body is too young 
at the moment for things like that to happen to it, 
and if someone tried to take advantage of what you 
seem to be offering, it could really hurt you, badly. 
I don't want you to be hurt, Millie. I love you too 
much to let that happen to you."

Her brown eyes fixed on mine, and she said in 
amazement, "You love me?"

"Yes, I do," I told her, "I love you very much!"

"Wow," she replied in astonishment. "Do you love mom, 
as well?"

Without thinking about it, I said, "Yes, Millie, I 
love your mom as well. Very, very much, actually."

***

Just then, there was a gasp from the doorway, and 
turning our heads at the same time, Millie and I saw 
June standing there. She'd been outside doing some 
gardening, and she was dressed in her jeans which were 
dirty around the knees, and warm flannel shirt, with a 
sleeveless sheepskin-lined jacket over the top of it. 
She had a scarf around her head to keep her hair out 
of her eyes. Her hand was at her mouth, and she had an 
undecipherable look on her face.

June blushed, and hurried to her room. Millie got off 
my lap and followed her, and then I heard the bedroom 
door close. I didn't know how much she'd heard of the 
conversation, but I hoped it was only the last part.

I sat there on the couch, and then as I searched my 
feelings I realised with a start that I DID love June. 
I'd fallen in love with her! Now when did that happen, 
I wondered?

***

That evening, after I'd showered and dressed, June 
sent Millie to bed early. When the girl started 
fussing, June put her foot down, being 
uncharacteristically firm with her.

"Go to bed, NOW, young lady! I have to speak with 
Jimmy alone. Now go on, scoot!"

Millie hung her head, turned away, and moments later, 
we heard her bedroom door close. Then June told me to 
join her on the couch, so I got up and sat at the 
other end, and tried to get comfortable.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop," she said, "but I heard 
what you said to Millie today."

"I thought you might have. Which part?"

"All of it. I knew she had been a tease, and I guess I 
wanted to see how far she'd go with you, and what your 
reaction would be, and what you would do about it."

"I'm sorry, June, I should have come to you earlier. 
This is your daughter we're talking about, and things 
have become a little strained." I hung my head, and 
confessed to her that lately I'd been having 'impure' 
thoughts about them both.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I'm the one that 
should be sorry, Jimmy. I shouldn't have let things 
get this far."

She looked me in the eye, and said, "You're a good 
man, Jimmy. God knows where we would have been now, if 
you hadn't come to our rescue. I want you to know 
we're really grateful, Millie and I, and I do 
apologise for putting you under that kind of 
pressure."

Then June moved closer to me, and I could feel the 
heat from her body as she sat next to me.

"Did you mean it?" she asked me, an intense look in 
her eyes. "Did you really mean what you said earlier, 
that you loved me?"

She'd put her hand on my thigh, and that close contact 
started to give me an erection. Her nipples were 
standing out from her breasts, and they drew my eyes 
like magnets. Her face and the top of her chest were 
flushed, and that made me breathe heavily. Now I was 
really uncomfortable, but her eyes demanded an answer, 
and looking deeply into those beautiful brown eyes of 
hers, I said with all my heart, "Yes, June. I love 
you."

***

June leaned into me, and suddenly, we were kissing. It 
was a passionate kiss, wild and carefree, and then our 
arms were around each other, and time stopped as we 
sat there, entwined. Our tongues danced and writhed in 
each other's mouths and our lips ground together as we 
devoured each other, and our pulses were beating with 
a frenzy.

My erection shot up into a fullness I'd never known 
before, and it literally hurt as it was trapped inside 
my pants. I began to move around, seeking a more 
comfortable position, and I realised that I wasn't the 
only one moaning with need.

Then as I moved my hand up and cupped her breast, June 
broke the kiss. I moaned again, this time with 
frustration. But June, looking flushed and her 
breathing ragged, dropped to her knees onto the floor, 
between my legs.

"Not yet, Jimmy," she managed to say, "wait!" She gave 
me a wicked grin and said, "Let me relieve some 
pressure!"

Then her hands were at my belt, undoing it, and with 
some help from me, my pants were at my ankles, along 
with my shorts. What we were doing should have filled 
me with guilt, but it felt right. I couldn't have 
stopped, even if I'd wanted to. My erection, freed 
now, twitched in anticipation. June licked her lips, 
and moving between my legs, she placed her head over 
me. With one hand lifting my solid erection straight 
up, she gave my turgid member a swipe with her tongue, 
then placing my hardness inside her mouth, she closed 
it, her tongue slowly moving around the head.

Her mouth was a little dry at first, but I could feel 
the saliva build up, and then she began to move her 
head slowly, up and down, up and down, over and over 
again. I lay back, the feeling of her mouth a sheer 
bliss.

Up until that point, I'd never had oral sex, I'd only 
heard about it. Now that it was happening to me, no 
words could ever give what it felt like any justice. 
June kept licking me, sucking me, and swallowing the 
build-up of saliva in her mouth, and soon, all too 
soon, I felt the tingle in my scrotum that heralded my 
pent-up release. I was panting, holding the silky 
haired head that was giving me such pleasure, and 
throwing my head back, I managed to groan, "June! I'm 
coming!"

June was holding my erection with one hand, and 
sliding the other up and down as she moved her head in 
time with it. She held her head still, and increased 
the strokes, and the force of them, until I couldn't 
hold back any longer. Pulse after pulse of semen 
erupted out of my penis with such force, I was sure I 
had literally exploded into her mouth.

June swallowed everything I gave her, not letting up 
until I started to go soft. Then she licked me clean, 
and when I was fully deflated, she helped me put my 
pants back on. Then as I sat there, incredibly tired 
and sated, she snuggled up to me, and almost purred 
with accomplishment.

***

Part Two

***

The next morning, I couldn't get a stupid grin off my 
face.

'He' turned up, saw my face, and grinned. "It's a 
start," was all he said, and then he let the matter 
drop. "How's the girl coming along?" he asked me as we 
walked outside.

"Fine, just fine. She's enrolled in school now. And 
making friends, which is a good thing. Millie's 
fitting in well here."

'Well, boy," my friend said, "she went through one 
phase, and now she'll go through another. Be careful 
with her feelings, okay? Remember, in every situation, 
there's no right or wrong, just how we handle things!"

"Phase," I asked him, confused, "what phase?"

The old guy grimaced, and spat on the ground.

"Boy, don't you know nothin'?" Then he looked me in 
the eye, and shook his head. "Nope, you don't. You got 
a lot of learning to do!"

"It goes like this, boy," he told me. "Phase One was 
the test. She wanted to know what kind of man you 
really were, whether she could trust you, or even like 
you. You passed that by providing for her and her mom. 
Phase Two was the teasing. She's going through 
puberty, and she wanted to know if you thought she was 
attractive, pretty, not that she realised that was 
what she was doing. It was a game that almost got out 
of hand, until you made her see what the possible 
consequences could have been."

I sat there, entranced by his knowledge of the female 
mind. He looked at me, and told me, "I may not be 
right, all of that was my own opinion. If you stop and 
think about it, you might come up with a different 
answer."

"That's the trouble," he sighed, "not many men-folks 
stop and think."

"Now," he said, standing up straighter, "Phase Three. 
Millie could jump two ways here. She could go through 
a crush on you, because you're a hero-figure to her at 
the moment. Not a dad, not yet, although she's 
starting to formulate that idea. Or, she could test 
you further, by pushing you to your limits, to see 
what it would take to see you break, and to see what 
you'll do when you do break."

The old man sighed again, and squinted as he looked 
over the tree-lined empty fields and meadows behind 
the church. "Or," he said quietly, "she could do both, 
or none of the above."

"Choices, Jimmy. That's what sets you apart from the 
animals, the ability to make choices."

Suddenly he grinned, and just then, the sun broke 
through the layer of clouds, and sunlight lit up the 
whole area.

"That's what I love about the female race, boy!" he 
said, his happiness infectious. "You never know, 
because you never know!"

***

Millie knew something was up between her mother and 
me. Good lord, we must have made it so obvious, only a 
blind man might have missed it.

Maybe!

We were like teenagers, standing or sitting close, 
giving little touches, smiling for no real reason, 
doing the goo-goo eyes at each other, that sort of 
thing. Love makes you do silly things. At first, 
Millie was hurt and confused, then she rebounded back 
with a vengeance, and a sort of competition arose 
between her and her mother, with me in the middle, as 
they competed for my attentions.

It got to the stage where the harmony of the house was 
starting to break down, and they began sniping at each 
other.

Before that got out of hand, and they began to yell at 
each other, I called them into the kitchen, and sat 
them down. I was sitting opposite them, the two of 
them looking uncomfortable sitting next to the other.

"Right," I said them, "hold your hands out in front of 
you like this."

I held my own hands in front of me, cupped together. 
June had a wry smile, and Millie looked grumpy. June 
looked at Millie, and said, "Okay, I'll play!", and 
did as I had asked. Millie rolled her eyes, but not 
wanting to be outdone by her mother, she did the same, 
huffing in exaggerated boredom.

Then I mimed gently pulling my heart out of my chest, 
and put it on the table. Both were looking at my 
hands, and Millie looked bewildered at what I was 
doing. Then I picked up an imaginary knife, and cut 
down the middle of the phantom heart. Then gently 
picking up the two halves, I gave each one their half, 
putting it into their cupped hands.

"Now," I said, "you both have my heart. Stop fooling 
around trying to win it, as I love you both equally!"

They sat there, and looking at each other, they 
grinned in embarrassment. Millie put her hands to her 
chest, putting my love for her inside her own heart. 
June did the same, mimicking Millie's actions. Then 
they embraced, and weeping a little, they apologised 
to each other, holding each other close, before 
getting up and hugging me.

***

Even though I told her she didn't have to, June would 
most times sit in on the Sunday services. She'd sit 
right up front, Millie beside her, in their 'Sunday 
best,' and whenever I would look at her, she always 
had a proud look on her face. Millie not so much, but 
she sat still and listened, which I was thankful for.

The next Sunday morning, as the assembly sat quietly 
waiting for me to speak, my sermon for the day just 
flew out of my head, and the notes I'd made were just 
so many dry words. So I put the notes inside the 
lectern, and standing before the crowd of believers, I 
looked into each of their faces.

The expectation was palpable. "Something good is about 
to happen!" I could almost hear that thought race 
around the inside of the building. Then I looked at 
June, and saw complete trust in her eyes. She was 
holding Millie's hand, and together, they'd become my 
rock, my anchor. I loved them both so much, I felt 
like weeping in joy.

Then, sunlight broke through the clouds, and I could 
almost feel the temperature go up a couple of degrees. 
As I looked out the window, the clouds broke apart and 
drifted away, leaving blue sky as far as the eye could 
see.

I knew what I had to do.

***

Putting my hands to the sides of the lectern, I fixed 
my gaze on my parishioners. "Ladies and gentlemen," I 
began, "please look outside."

Heads craned to look out the windows, and several 
faces were confused and bewildered, not seeing 
anything, and wondering what they should be seeing. A 
lot of them looked back at me, knowing that that 
statement had a point, and were waiting for it.

"It's a beautiful day out there, and it seems such a 
shame we have to be stuck inside this building, not 
taking advantage of it!"

Heads nodded, and people grinned. Even the hardiest 
followers would take the opportunity to play hooky if 
they could.

"The Bible says, 'Choose you this day whom you will 
serve,' and we all serve our God in different ways."

I looked at them, a smile on my face. Then getting 
down to floor level as they sat there in their seats I 
said, "Today's sermon is going to be a short one. It 
consists of only just one question. Nobody knows the 
answer to this question until it's asked, and each one 
of us may have a different answer to it."

Now I really had their attention. The promise of a 
short sermon, and then the rest of the day to 
themselves galvanised the congregation. I could feel 
the energy rising. Then I stepped in front of June, 
and looking down at her, I shocked her by going down 
on one knee, and saying, "June Alison Mayberry, will 
you marry me?"

***

The entire church went dead silent. I swear no-one 
even breathed. No-one wanted to miss her answer. 
People stood up as quietly as they could, just so they 
could see us better. June sat there in shock. Her eyes 
were wide, and one hand went to her throat. She 
gripped Millie's hand with the other so tightly, it 
was white. But Millie had her gaze fixed on her 
mother's face, and even the breeze halted its passing, 
as if waiting for her to speak.

June looked at Millie, who nodded at her, speechless. 
June's face scrunched up, and then tears began to 
fall, and not only on her face, but on the faces of 
others as well. Then June stood, and stepping up me to 
hug me, pulling me to my feet, she said loudly, "Yes!"

***

The church erupted with cheers and hollers. People I 
didn't see slapped me on my back, pumping my hand and 
wishing me congratulations. All I saw was June's teary 
face, smiling in happiness. Millie clung to her, 
crying as well. Then raising my hands, I called for 
quiet and order.

"Everybody!" I yelled, until the hubbub died down, 
"You all have the night off! June and I have some 
planning to do!"

That set off a fresh round of cheering, and still 
people shook mine and my intended's hands until they 
hurt. Several women promised their help to June with 
the wedding preparations, and soon, we three were 
alone in an empty church. It wasn't really empty, 
though. There was a Presence there that shared His 
love for all of us.

***

The next six months flew by so quickly. There were the 
usual meetings, church and council, and the wedding 
preparations to make, until finally, the Big Day 
arrived. June looked radiant in her white dress, 
Millie as her maid of honour. Allan Parker was my best 
man. A friendship had developed between us, and he was 
a solid dependable man. Everybody from the 
congregation turned out, and quite a few we didn't 
know were there as well.

During the part where I lifted her veil to kiss June, 
out of the corner of my eye I saw the old man, 
standing down the back by the front doors, grinning at 
me, then our lips were touching, and all else was 
forgotten, until the officiating minister, hired from 
the next town, cleared his throat, making us part as 
wolf whistles and cheering resounded in the church. We 
grinned at each other, both of us blushing.

Millie would be staying with Allan and Margery for 
time we'd be on our honeymoon. She liked Margery, and 
Allan became a big brother she'd never had. She was as 
comfortable at their house as she was at ours.

So climbing into the car, packed with clothing and 
some wedding presents, we drove away, many people 
waving us off.

***

We stayed at a resort hotel by a lake, paid for as a 
gift from the owner of a local timber mill. One of his 
sisters was a member of our church, on the church 
council, and she'd finagled him to contribute toward 
our stay there.

Actually, she'd bullied the poor man!

Our chalet was off to one side, down a wide pathway. 
It was small and cosy, built in a Swiss Cabin design 
that we loved immediately. We unpacked, and as we 
stood there gazing at each other, I was unaccountably 
nervous, and suddenly I didn't know what to do with 
myself.

June smiled, and moved into my arms, which I held 
around her waist. Her lower body moulded into mine, 
and as her arms went around my neck, she drew my face 
to hers for a kiss that lasted many minutes.

"You want to go for it now, or wait till later?" she 
asked me when we stopped for breath, an impish smile 
on her face.

"Huh?"

"The hot tub!" she explained. "There's a hot tub up 
the hill from here. Jackie Pederson told me about it. 
When she and her husband were here last, they spent a 
lot of time in it!"

Jackie and Lars Pederson were two of the more 'well 
off' members of the church. Nice couple, I liked them.

Then she grinned wickedly, and snuggling into me with 
her hands on my chest, she whispered, "It's supposed 
to be nice and private, preacher! Wanna get naughty?"

I spluttered with laughter as I held her, then letting 
her go, I asked, "So where are the towels?"

***

We walked hand-in-hand up the hill, not talking, just 
taking in the amazing scenery around us. There were 
pine trees everywhere we looked, all around us, and 
the smell of the resin carried on the breeze which 
hissed and sighed through the branches, filling our 
senses.

The building that the hot tub was in was shaped like a 
concrete igloo. Inside, the tub was situated in the 
middle, with wooden slat seats going around the 
circumference of the igloo for people to put their 
clothes and what-not on.

We stood there for a moment, looking around, then 
placing our towels on the slat bench, we began to 
undress. June was turned away from me as we disrobed, 
but once we were nude, she turned around, a worried 
look in her eye, as if she feared the worst as I 
looked upon her. Apart from the fading stretch-marks 
on her belly above her hip-bones, and some on the 
underside of her breasts, she was slim, womanly, and 
very desirable. Her breasts were a nice handful and 
rounded, hanging slightly on her chest, the nipples a 
reddy-brown colour, and becoming hard. Her stomach was 
slightly rounded, and I could have spent an eternity 
looking at her loveliness.

Her vagina was covered in a nest of brown hair, her 
lips closed, but her clitoral hood peeked out from 
them. I drew my breath in, and at first she thought 
something was wrong, but the look of desire in my eyes 
put her at rest, which seemed to relax and transform 
her.

As June climbed into the hot tub, if I'd thought her 
butt looked good in a pair of jeans, it now looked 
stunning without anything to cover it. I'd never had 
any type of sex that wasn't missionary, and suddenly I 
had the overpowering urge to slip my rampant manhood 
between her cheeks, and see it slide up her puckered 
rosebud.

That thought had me hard in a second!

June was now in the water, crouched down with the 
steaming liquid lapping gently above her breasts. I'd 
climbed in behind her, and stood up to my waist in the 
steaming water, which made my skin tingle. We gazed at 
each other for a moment and dropping her eyes, she saw 
my hardness. Then she stood, water cascading down her 
upper body, and holding out her hands, she murmured, 
"No more waiting Jimmy."

***

We moved into an embrace, kissing, our tongues 
writhing, battling the other. June began to grind her 
pelvis against mine, her pubic hair rasping against my 
erection. She whimpered, and then she reached down to 
grasp me, rubbing me, pulling on me, tugging at me, 
communicating her need.

I slipped my hands down to her buttocks, rubbing them, 
massaging the twin globes, my fingers slipping between 
them to feel her pubic hair around her anus, and then 
they dipped into the slick wet folds of her womanhood.

June slammed her hips hard against mine, becoming more 
passionate. Then stepping back, her eyes glowing with 
lust, she took my hand, and led me to the far edge of 
the pool, on the opposite side, where there was an 
underwater bench.

Sitting me down, she pulled my hips forward a little, 
and climbing onto my lap facing me, she reached down, 
took my tumescence in her hand, rubbed it against her 
slit, and then positioned it at her opening.

"Mr Willoughby, meet Mrs Willoughby," she murmured 
with a smile, her eyes locked onto mine, and then sank 
slowly down onto me.

She was so hot, so wet, so snug! I could feel myself 
sink into her channel, every glorious inch as it went 
deeper. We clasped each other in a tight embrace, both 
of us groaning with the feel of our genitals meeting 
in union for the first time.

Then, when I'd bottomed out, we sat there for a 
moment, and then we began to move, rocking and 
thrusting, building up a rhythm that became faster 
with each passing second. June threw her head back, a 
guttural moan escaping her lips.

It had been a long time since I'd enjoyed a woman's 
body, and I revelled in the sensations being created 
as we made passionate love together. Her channel 
gripped and slid on me, and I kept on saying, "I love 
you, I love you," as I thrust into my beautiful wife.

June was beyond words. She got off me, surprising me 
for a moment, but she knelt on the bench, her hands 
gripping the edge of the pool, her ass in the air, 
looking at me. She didn't have to say a word. I stood 
behind her, and slipped into her doggy-style, humping 
madly at her as she thrust her hips back at me. I was 
in heaven, and June was feeling the same.

There was water splashing everywhere as we slammed our 
bodies against each other. I was partly conscious of 
moaning and groaning, she and I making disarticulated 
sounds in our sexual frenzy.

Then after what seemed like an eternity, her gripping 
sheath had done its work, and years of pent-up 
celibacy boiled out of my member, and hotly poured 
itself into her receptive body. June stiffened, and 
she cried out her release, jamming her sopping sex 
back at me, shuddering as her climax shook her frame.

***

When we finally exited the igloo, night had fallen, 
even though the evening was still early. The stars 
shone brilliantly, sharp and crystal clear as they 
hung in the darkened sky.

We went to the chalet, and giggled as we groped our 
way through a shower. Dressing, we made our way to the 
restaurant, and our eyes saw nothing but each other 
across the table, hardly ever leaving the face of the 
other. To this day, I still can't remember what we ate 
that first night. I neither saw it nor tasted it.

I'd never felt that depth of love for anyone before. 
Rather than being scared by it, I rode with it, and it 
buoyed me up and carried me along, a gloriously 
comfortable ride.

But still, it got me wondering, and as June and I lay 
cuddled in bed that night, sweaty and tired from the 
second round of wonderful sex we'd just participated 
in, she saw me looking at the tongue-in-groove pine 
boards on the ceiling above our heads.

She snuggled into me, and kissing my chest, she asked 
me what I was thinking about.

"Just something someone said to me once," I told her. 
"You remember that old man I told you about? The one 
who turns up unexpectedly?"

She gave a small nod, turning her head up to look at 
me.

"He told me once, "in your rush to get wed, you 
married the wrong person. Your wife, the one you 
should've had, the one you didn't wait for, is now 
married to someone else."

June pulled away from me, but only enough to look into 
my eyes, and see my face properly.

"At the time, what he said didn't mean very much to 
me, or make much sense. I was running away from my 
past, from my divorce, from the shame and 
embarrassment my ex-wife had caused me. I didn't know 
why I'd stopped in that town."

I looked at my new wife, and said, "I do now."

I looked at June, and said, a bit quizzically, "You 
know what? I get the strangest feeling that what he 
said isn't true anymore. But at the same time, it is."

June sat up, her legs under her, resting on her hip. 
She put a towel between her legs to soak up any semen 
that was left in her, and her juices as well. She 
asked me what I meant.

"What I think I mean is," I said, groping for the 
right words, "she IS married to someone else now, and 
that someone is ME!"

In a strange way, I was feeling like I had finally 
married the woman I was supposed to.

***

June just sat there, quietly digesting what I'd told 
her. Then not saying a word, she got off the bed, put 
her silk kimono dressing gown on, and padded to the 
kitchenette to make us a coffee. It was around three 
in the morning, yet neither of us were tired enough 
for sleep.

I saw June coming back with two steaming cups in her 
hands. She handed me one, then sat on the end of the 
bed, having to hand me her cup as she got comfortable. 
I handed it back to her, and two-handed, with her head 
bowed, she took a sip.

I had known this wonderful woman for long enough to 
know when she was thinking, and now, she sat there, an 
intense look in her eyes. Her eyes moved as the 
thoughts moved through her mind. She frowned once or 
twice, then after a while, June looked up, and there 
was a peacefulness on her face, a calmness in her 
eyes. She'd laid something to rest, and I could see it 
by the way she looked at me, and by the way she sat, 
more relaxed.

***

June looked at me for a moment, then said, "You know, 
when I first saw you, Jimmy, you scared the living 
crap outta me and Millie. With the light behind you, 
it was like sasquatch stepping around the corner of 
that building! I nearly messed myself, and then my 
guts sank into the ground, almost making me sick, 
knowing I had to give myself to you, if you'd wanted a 
woman that night."

"You can't imagine what it was like for me," she said 
quietly. "I'd given myself freely to men before, but 
that was the first time it would have been for money. 
But when you've got nowhere to live, and your baby is 
hungry and got no shoes to wear in the cold, necessity 
takes over, and your pride and principles become 
meaningless."

She took a sip, and then said, "But when all you 
wanted to do was to feed us, and get us out of the 
cold wind, right then I wouldn't have cared if you'd 
been an axe-murderer. I didn't have to give you my 
body, and I was glad for that. It would have shamed me 
something fierce if I'd had to do that!"

"Millie and I talked about you, that first night, as 
we lay in your bed. There was something different 
about you, but we sure didn't know what it was. 
Imagine our shock when we found out you were the 
pastor of a church, a minister! That was a complete 
surprise!"

She chuckled. "You were a gentleman, and a gentle man. 
Something about you said, 'Trust me!' We couldn't help 
but do that!"

She inclined her head, and then smiled. "When those 
ladies turned up during breakfast the next morning, 
with those clothes and offers of help, I couldn't 
believe it; I didn't want to believe it. People, 
church people, just didn't do that kind of thing, 
Jimmy! Not in my experience, they didn't. But you and 
your people did. You all went out of your way to help 
a woman and her child in their hour of need."

"Millie fell in love with you long before I did. I 
didn't want to, it just happened."

A single tear ran slowly down her cheek, unnoticed. "I 
kept waiting for you to fall down, for the mask to 
crack, and for the real you to come out. I sure didn't 
realise that I was looking at him, the real you, all 
that time!"

***

"Now, back to what you were talking about. All through 
my teens, I knew that my Mr Right was coming for me. 
All I had to do was keep myself pure, and wait 
patiently. But, when I was about eighteen or nineteen, 
without warning, I suddenly felt the ground disappear 
under my feet. My heart broke. And I didn't know why. 
My whole world just shattered, and I felt empty, like 
something precious had gone, was stolen from me."

"I left the church I grew up in, and for a few years, 
I went wild. Parties, booze, men. Many men, Jimmy, one 
man after another. I had a hole in my soul that 
couldn't be filled by any of them! Then one day, I 
woke up with a blinding hang-over, and I was repelled 
by the smell coming from my body, and from the loser 
sleeping next to me in a dingy motel room."

"I got out of that lifestyle, cleaned up, and got a 
job. Then some months later, I met Freddy. He seemed a 
good dependable solid working man, and I thought to 
myself, I might as well make the best of bad 
situation. He seemed to love me, and when Millie was 
born, although he didn't show much interest in her, he 
would care for Millie when he had to."

"That's what made what he did harder to take."

June was now sitting cross-legged on the bed, and her 
robe was open below her waist, and my eyes were drawn 
to the furry triangle between her legs. She saw where 
my eyes were, and smiled.

"Pay attention, Jimmy," she said, in a light-hearted 
manner.

"As I got to know you and you never once came onto me, 
at first I thought there was something wrong with me, 
but then I realised two things. First, it was your 
sense of decency that kept you from touching me, and 
taking advantage of Millie. Second, the feeling that 
my Mr Right was coming for me returned. For months I 
looked at all the single men in the church, and in the 
town, but it wasn't any of them."

She put one leg onto the floor, and reached over to 
put her now empty cup onto the dresser by the bed. 
June looked at me, her eyes full of love. She moved 
closer to me, and touched my cheek with her cupped 
palm. It was warm and dry, a gentle caress.

"My Mr. Right. There he was, right there in front of 
me all the time! I was astounded and confused! No 
wonder being around you felt so right, Jimmy!"

"I love you, you sweet man, and I always will!"

***

I asked June what year was it she felt her world 
crumble, and when she told me, I sat there stunned. 
That was the same year I'd gotten married! I was 
responsible for years of heart-ache and sorrow, and at 
once I felt ashamed.

I apologised in every way I could think of, and you 
know what? That amazing beautiful woman forgave me. 
She had no right or reason to do so, but she did. June 
held me in her arms as I cried in repentance, holding 
me close to her breast, her head on mine, and when I 
opened my eyes again, it was morning.

***

June was on top of me, riding my erection slowly. Her 
warm wet channel felt snug and silky as it moved on 
me, and as I came awake, I saw that she was leaning 
over me, resting her weight on her hands, her breasts 
and hair hanging down, rocking with her movements, her 
nipples soft. I reached for her breasts, cupping them, 
my thumbs rubbing her points into hardness. June 
whimpered, and began to move faster, and then I was 
moving too, lifting my hips to meet hers as her sex 
swallowed mine.

I held her breasts tighter, but not roughly, as I felt 
my climax beginning. Then we were lost in a shared 
orgasm, both of us climaxing together, my groans 
mixing with hers. I lay there, gasping as my seed shot 
out of my stiff member into her body, pulsing and hot.

June's sheath gripped me as I ejaculated, then when 
the pulses stopped; she lay on me, and held me until 
my flaccid member slipped from her, a satisfied 
whimper escaping her mouth.

"That's a fantastic way to start the day!" she said 
sleepily.

"I agree," I replied. "We should definitely do this 
more often!"

Our eyes locked, and then we were laughing. Finally, 
June got off me, and invited me to shower with her. 
Who was I to say no?

***

Although we had a wonderful time at the resort, we 
looked forward to getting home. Millie was never far 
from our thoughts, and I was wondering how the 
congregation was getting on under Reverend Samuels, 
the minister who'd taken over for me while we were 
gone.

He was the same man who'd officiated at our wedding. 
He was the nearest minister we could find, 'borrowed' 
from the next town over. His was a small congregation, 
and most of them followed him to our town for their 
services.

David Samuels was a quiet man, married with no 
children. He told me that he and his wife preferred it 
that way, as they could put all their energies into 
serving God and the community. I could see his eyes as 
they travelled over the children of my congregation, 
and I knew he missed having his own. But he'd smile, 
and then the moment was over.

David and Sarah Samuels were in their late forties, 
and healthy and robust. I've heard that when two 
people are together for a long time, they start to 
look alike. David and Sarah proved that point. They 
almost looked like twins!

I mentioned that to him when I first met him and his 
wife. I didn't know she was his wife, of course, I 
hadn't yet been introduced to her, and so I proceeded 
to put my big feet right into my mouth so far down, I 
could've kicked my own ass from the inside. 

I asked him where his wife was, as I thought she was 
coming with him, and if his sister was helping with 
the wedding plans. They both gave a start, worried 
looks on their faces. Sarah had gone pale, and then it 
hit me. Sarah was the wife, not the sister! Oh, my. 
Did I ever feel foolish!

I apologised profusely, telling them I thought that 
they were siblings, and I couldn't express how sorry I 
was. They both laughed, and told me it was all right, 
no harm done, I was forgiven.

***

David was an easy man to get to know. We had a few 
theological discussions, and our theology was the 
same, but our services were conducted a little 
differently. His congregation was a tight-knit group, 
and I noticed that when I met them, they hardly spoke 
about themselves, but all-in-all, they were a friendly 
bunch.

They were very family-oriented, and they enjoyed 
hugging and kissing, their closeness giving me a pang. 
I wasn't close to my own family. When I had expressed 
an interest of entering the ministry, I became an 
outsider, no-one understanding my decision to serve 
God instead of chasing girls and joining in and 
partying.

Their children had no problems joining ours, the teens 
on one side, and the younger children on the other. 
Once everyone had got to know each other, you'd think 
they'd been brought up together the way they 
interacted with each other.

The teenage girls and boys naturally gravitated toward 
each other from the different churches, like they had 
magnets inside them. There was a lot of flirting going 
on, boys and girls both. But they were all remarkably 
well-behaved, which made me sigh with relief. I really 
don't like having to have adults around to guard the 
children from 'temptation.'

The kids knew that we trusted them not to do anything 
stupid. Well, nothing too stupid, anyway.

Oh, sure, every now and then, some teenage boy and 
girl would get caught out doing something or other, 
and have to have a good talking to, but the pregnancy 
rate in our town was remarkably low. The girls were 
more responsible than the boys, and IUD's and the Pill 
more prevalent among them.

Teenage pregnancy was more of a disappointment than 
anything else. It wasn't the shameful 'burn-at-the-
stake' offence it used to be. People adjusted, and got 
on with their lives.

"Did you know young Lucy Walker got knocked up?"

"Yeah? How's your cows coming along? You got that 
tractor fixed yet?"

That's how it was. No big deal.

***

When we got back, David and Sarah met us out on the 
front lawn, arm-in-arm, smiling. David and I shook 
hands, and the women hugged and kissed. Then the four 
of us went inside, where David filled me in on what 
had happened while we were away.

Which wasn't much.

Tina Redfern, thirteen, and Thomas Duke, fourteen, had 
been surprised in the shed out back of the church 
doing what every teenage kid will do when their blood 
runs high. They were naked, and banging away at each 
other, totally oblivious of the people calling for 
them.

They'd snuck off from the evening service, and 
forgetting the time, they were suddenly confronted by 
several adults who went looking for them, including 
their parents. David tried to stop laughing as he told 
me that Tina was now under lock and key by her mother, 
and Thomas was now living with relatives in another 
town.

"At least," David chortled, "Thomas remembered to wear 
a condom. We all saw it!"

We couldn't help it, we laughed until tears ran down 
our faces.

***

Any other minister I'd known would have exploded in 
righteous indignation at what had happened, but after 
my divorce, and being told by the old man to "keep an 
open mind, don't be kept in the rigid chains of dogma, 
be flexible," something like that didn't bother me at 
all. People will be people, and it's human nature to 
push the boundaries.

I made a couple of phone calls to the parents 
involved, managed to smooth ruffled feathers, and Tina 
was allowed out again, and Thomas was allowed back 
into town, but both were given a stern talking to 
about underage sex, and risks of teenage pregnancy, 
even though Thomas had been responsible enough to wear 
a condom.

Nobody talked about it, but underage sex was prevalent 
in our town. Girls as young as nine were indulging in 
sex play, curiosity or conformity being the main 
reasons, and two girls that I knew of through 
counselling sessions had had sex at an earlier age, 
one at eight, and another at seven. Both girls were 
precocious, and indulged themselves as often as they 
could.

It was the eight year olds father that came to me to 
'confess' what was occurring under his roof. He'd 
discovered his ten year old son and his daughter 
indulging in full-blown penetrative sex in the girl's 
room one day. His wife was out shopping, and he'd come 
home early from work. Not hearing any sound, he went 
looking for the children, and nearly had a heart 
attack as he saw his naked children humping away at 
each other.

He told me he'd blown up at seeing them like that, and 
had disciplined them both, but he hadn't told his 
wife, fearing her reaction. Maybe he should have, he 
told me, crying pitifully on my couch in my office. 
Several days after catching his children, his daughter 
seduced him, and now, he was an emotional and mental 
wreck.

"But she's a little girl!" you might say. How could an 
eight year old girl seduce a fully grown man? It's 
rare, but it does happen. Don't ask me why, or how, 
but yes, I repeat, it does happen.

***

No sane red-blooded man is immune from the charms of a 
young girl, when she wants that particular man, and 
she sets her heart and mind on getting him.

***

The old man turned up again not long after my 
counselling session with the distraught father, and we 
had quite a conversation about it. I hadn't brought it 
up, but the old man seemed remarkably well-informed 
about the doings and going-on's in the town.

When I got over my reticence about talking about it, 
he asked me what I was going to do about it. I told 
him I really didn't know. Something like that was out 
of my comfort zone and experience. He sat down on an 
old stump, and told me to talk to the father about 
sending the girl to Reverend Samuels.

When I asked him why that particular solution, he told 
me that Reverend Samuels had the experience to deal 
with that kind of thing. When I pressed for details, 
he told me I wasn't quite ready to know yet; things 
had to happen before I could grasp the knowledge of 
it, and how to deal with it.

He got quite snippy when I wanted more details, and 
curtly told me to mind my own business!

"James," he said, and I was surprised at that. That 
was the first time he'd used my given name, instead of 
the usual 'boy.' "James, some things you just have to 
take on faith. Some girls, and some boys, are born 
trying to make up for lost time. In another life, that 
girl may have been a nun, or such like, forced into 
celibacy, and hating every minute of it. Don't judge, 
or make suppositions. Do what I ask, and send her to 
Reverend Samuels."

***

I did. The father recovered to become his old self 
again, and peace reigned in his household.

***

The girl who'd started to have sex at seven was now 
fourteen, and had slowed down her predatory instincts. 
She was still active sexually, but was now more 
'discerning' in picking her sexual partners. She lived 
with her father, her mother having left when the girl 
became active with the male parent at the age of 
twelve.

Strangely, the mother never went to the police or 
social services about it, she just packed her bags and 
left them, saying she didn't want to live under the 
same roof as a 'whore-child.' Their activities were 
kept discreetly quiet, the girl dating boys from 
school to deflect attention elsewhere.

Neither father nor daughter was ashamed of what they 
were doing, but they didn't flaunt it, either. They 
were just, as far as anyone else knew a loving parent 
and child, closer than the norm, and happy together 
despite her known sexual proclivities.

Both were members of my flock, and sometimes, as I saw 
them sitting side-by-side in the pews, for a brief 
moment, I would imagine them naked, their bodies 
entwined in passionate love-making. I really tried to 
close my mind to those images, but only by making love 
to June, could those images be temporarily erased from 
my memory.

***

The father was a close friend of Allan Parker's, the 
daughter a close friend of Margery's, and the two 
couples spent a lot of time in the other's company. 
Allan didn't mention their 'dark side,' and neither 
did I. It hung there, unmentioned and ignored. I'd 
gotten to know them both, the father and the daughter, 
and they were a genuinely nice couple to be around.

Allan and Margery didn't talk about their past much, 
only to say that they'd grew up in the same town 
together, somewhere off to the east, and had eloped to 
escape domineering parents. They loved each other very 
much, and it showed in the way they stood or sat 
together. They too, had no children, and would have a 
sadness about them when they saw or played with the 
kids on Sundays after services.

Margery was active in Sunday school, and Allen was a 
good candidate for the ministry. I spent a lot of time 
in the evenings teaching and explaining things to him. 
He was very receptive, a fast learner, despite having 
a certain reserve about him when he was with me.

He always looked like he wanted to tell me something, 
to open up to me, but he never would, despite my 
attempts to get him to do so. After a while I stopped 
'nagging' him about it, and he seemed happy that I 
did.

***

Nothing remains a secret for very long, no matter how 
hard you try to keep that secret. Sooner or later, 
somebody's going to find it out, and in this 
particular occasion, that somebody was me.

I'd decided to take a trip over to Allan's place one 
afternoon, as I had just gotten some bible study 
literature for him by express mail, as he ran the 
bible study group. I could have waited till I'd see 
him next, but I was using the trip to his place as an 
excuse to get away from the church for a while.

When I got to his place, the front door was open, but 
no-one was home. Our town was one of those places 
where you could do that, leave your door open, and 
unlocked. We didn't have the big city fear of burglary 
or vandalism.

So after knocking, and getting no answer, I went 
inside, and put the package on his coffee table. As I 
was about to leave, I noticed a thick leather-bound 
photo album under some magazines, and out of 
curiosity, I pulled it out and opened it.

I shouldn't have done it. It was an invasion of 
privacy, I know that now, but at the time, I didn't 
think, I just went ahead and opened the book and in 
the process I opened a great big can of worms at the 
same time. The first page had the legend, "Parker 
Family Album" in bold type, and on the second page, a 
list of names.

The list of names started with the grandparents, two 
sets of names, then the parents, one set, and then a 
list of five children's names under that. Two names 
immediately stood out, Allen and Margery. I was in a 
state of shock. Allen and Margery were twins! Also, 
that meant they were brother and sister!

***

I felt the floor swoop under my feet. I slammed the 
book shut, put it on the coffee table next to the 
package I'd brought around, and stumbled out of the 
house, and before I knew it, I was at home, and when 
June saw my face, she immediately knew that something 
was very wrong.

"What is it, Jimmy?" she asked, a worried frown on her 
pretty face. "What's the matter?

My mouth was moving, but no words came out. Finally, 
after sitting down, I managed to say, "I was at 
Allen's place just now."

June put a cup of coffee in front of me, and I tried 
to pick it up, but my hands were shaking too much to 
hold it.

"Yes, that's right; you went to deliver those Bible 
study notes. What happened when you got there? Are 
they alright?"

"Alright!?" I yelled, and then I calmed down as much 
as I was able to, "no, they're not alright! They're, 
they're, oh my God, June, they're brother and sister 
for Christ's sake!"

Then I told her how I'd gone inside their house and 
found the photo album, and saw their names inside. I 
told June how much I felt betrayed by them, how they'd 
lied to me, and how they'd deceived us both. June sat 
down opposite me at the table, and very quietly she 
said, "They didn't deceive us, Jimmy. They just didn't 
tell YOU. Millie and I knew. Margery told us."

"What!?" I bellowed. "Margery told you? When were you 
going to tell me, June? Were you ever going to tell 
me? Allan was my friend, dammit! He was going to be 
assistant pastor of this church! Oh my God!"

I sat there, empty and hollow. A battle was raging 
inside my heart, and neither side was winning. I'd 
just lost my best friend, and I felt sick. I put my 
head in my hands, and stared at the table, unable to 
think or say anything. Just then, there was a knock at 
the door, and Allan and Margery walked in.

***

"You!" I began, but June told me to sit down, as I'd 
jumped to my feet. "Let them explain, Jimmy!" she 
said, her eyes hard.

Just then, an image of the old man came to mind, and 
as if he was standing in the room next to me, I heard 
him say, clear as a bell, "Judge not lest ye be 
judged, James! Let them speak!"

I unwillingly sat back down, my hands clenched on the 
table in front of me. Allan, Margery and June sat at 
the table as well, and we all looked at each other, 
and to say that we were all uncomfortable, was a gross 
understatement.

Allen looked worried, and holding Margery's hand, he 
looked at me, sad and lonely all of a sudden. He 
looked on the verge of crying, and his face mirrored 
mine. It was like the same battle raged in his heart 
that raged in mine. Things were never going to be the 
same between us, and what he said to me would decide 
their fate, for good or ill.

Then he took a deep breath, and said, "We're sorry 
Jimmy, Pastor. I should have told you earlier, but no 
matter how I tried, I just couldn't! You were such a 
good man; I didn't know how you'd take knowing that 
Marge and I were siblings! I tried to tell you, God 
knows I tried, but I couldn't find the right words!"

He looked ready to break down, and then he pleaded, 
"Forgive me, Jimmy! Forgive us, please!"

I sat there, stony faced. Margery looked at me, and 
said, "Jimmy? Can I explain?"

***

I didn't trust myself to speak, so I just nodded. I 
was hurting, and every word they spoke was like acid 
on my raw emotions. She looked at Allan, who sat 
there, head down, and then to June, who reached over 
and held her free hand.

"We didn't lie to you exactly," she began. "We did 
elope to escape domineering parents; only the parents 
were our own. Mom and Dad, Dad especially, were hard 
people, members of a fundamentalist church that was so 
biblical, they'd have burned us at the stake for Allan 
and I falling in love with each other."

"Even though Allan and I were siblings, we loved each 
other in a special way, and being twins, Dad couldn't 
understand our bond. He tried to beat it out of us, 
and when that didn't work, he tried to get me married 
off when I was only eleven, to an ugly farmer friend 
of his. We were only children when we ran away. They 
tried to find us, to bring us back, but we ran too far 
for them to find us."

"We stayed with Reverend Samuels for a few years. It 
was a member of his church who found us, hitching 
along a dusty road, lost and hungry. He picked us up, 
gave us a bed for the night, and fed us. The next day, 
he took us to Reverend Samuels, and when we were of 
legal age, he settled us here, and we found jobs to 
support ourselves."

***

While she had been speaking, I'd calmed down enough to 
drink my coffee, and it was empty before I knew it. 
June got up, and fetching cups for the three of them, 
she poured us all some. I looked at Allan, who still 
sat there dejected, his head hanging down.

"Is that what you were trying to tell me all those 
times, Allan?" I asked him.

He looked up, a hopeful look on his face. I almost 
smiled, because he looked like a puppy that had been 
spared a beating, instead of a grown man. He nodded 
slowly, and said, "I wish I had told you earlier, 
Pastor Jimmy. Things may have been different, sure, 
but at least it would have been out in the open 
between us. I just didn't want to hurt you. You've 
been a good friend to me, my best friend, and I 
haven't had a best friend before, apart from Marge, 
here!"

I nodded, and said, "But what about the sex part, 
Allan, Margery? Brothers and sisters aren't supposed 
to sleep with each other."

Allan looked at me, and his eyes went distant. "It was 
while we were on the road," he told us, "that we first 
had sex, made love. We had a pair of old sleeping bags 
that were for summer, and when we ran away, it was 
coming onto winter. We slept in fields and under 
haystacks to keep warm. One night, it was so cold, 
that we ended up taking our clothes off to share our 
body heat. You're not supposed to do that, but we were 
kids, and we didn't know!"

"So we were lying there, shivering, and then, I got my 
first erection. I tried to hide it, but it kept poking 
Marge here in the belly! She was fascinated by it, and 
then we forgot we were cold, and before we knew what 
we were doing, we were having sex! It sure warmed us 
up, all that exercise!"

***

I couldn't help myself, I laughed at the mental image 
of two naked skinny kids humping under sleeping bags. 
That set off the other three adults, and the mood 
lightened.

He continued his tale. "Reverend Samuels caught us 
going at it one night. He'd let us sleep together, 
said it wouldn't do to separate brother and sister, 
and I guess we must have made a bit too much noise. 
Instead of hollering at us or beating us, he taught us 
to be careful, and to look after ourselves to avoid 
pregnancy. He told us what the possible consequences 
would be, like deformed children, maybe, and we 
haven't had children because of that."

"We don't make love as much as we used to, but as 
everyone in town thinks we're married because we share 
the same last name, we let them think that, as it was 
easier than facing a lynch mob."

"So you see, Pastor Jimmy, James, I didn't know what 
your reaction would be if I told you the truth. I am 
so very sorry, we both are."

Allan and Margery gripped their hands, both of them 
looking at me, wondering what I'd say next.

I sighed, and offering an olive branch, I said, "When 
it's the four of us, Jimmy will do fine, Allan. I 
apologise to you both. I shouldn't have poked my nose 
into your things like that. I should have waited for 
you to come to me when you were ready. This is between 
the four of us; no-one else needs to know about it."

Allan took my hand, after disengaging his from his 
sister's and shook it; Margery got up and hugged me. 
June did the same, and I felt good, we were friends 
again.

***

Part Three

***

So what if Allan and Margery were brother and sister, 
and they loved each other? He was a good man, people 
liked him, and he was a great bible studies teacher. 
What he and Margery did in the privacy of their own 
home was between them and God. We have no right to 
judge anyone, or we risk the consequences of being 
judged ourselves for our own iniquities.

"None are perfect, no, not one," the Good Book says. 
If you think you are beyond sin, then go ahead, throw 
your stones. I couldn't, and I didn't. I accepted 
those two for who they were, and left it at that.

That made two couples that I knew of who were living 
in an incestuous relationship. The usual church policy 
would have been to tear them apart, destroy them, 
humiliate them, and then crow over our own 
righteousness, and then decide if we should get the 
authorities involved.

I chose not to. What they were doing was by mutual 
consent, and neither of the couples were forced into 
doing anything against their will.

Discretion is the better part of valour. It pays to 
remember that. You remember the story about the guy 
who came to Jesus, and asked how many times he should 
forgive his neighbour?

You get the picture.

***

And, I've just remembered something. We were having a 
birthday party, just me, June, Millie, Allan, Margery, 
and a couple more close friends in attendance. There 
was a cake, and as I bent forward to blow out the 
candles, June slipped an envelope onto the table. As 
everyone clapped, I picked up the envelope, and inside 
was a card, a lovely personalised card made by Millie, 
just for me. When I opened it, held there inside it 
with a paperclip was a fifty dollar note. I looked up 
at June, and saw her eyes glowing, her head nodding.

It was the same one I'd slipped her at the diner. 
Under the note were the words, 'This is for your time, 
you earned it!'

It was signed by both Millie and June.

***

I knew what they meant. I still have that bill around 
here somewhere.

***

Millie was budding into a beautiful young woman. She 
had breasts now, about the same size as her mother's, 
with the figure to match. At fourteen, she was tall, 
lithe, and excelled at sports. She was popular with 
the boys, but when she went out on dates, she was 
careful to let them know 'no funny business!'

She'd held onto her virginity when most girls her age 
were losing theirs, and I was proud of her, but not 
for that reason alone. June had told me that Millie 
was keeping her virginity for a special man, and to 
me, that meant her future husband.

Millie had read about an old practice that the old-
time women had, and started to put together a 'hope-
chest.' She knew she was going to have children 
someday, looked forward to it in fact, and so she 
approached one of the ladies in the church, and begun 
to learn to knit. She made a mess of it in the 
beginning, frustrating her to no end, but some time 
later through sheer perseverance, she had baby 
blankets and tiny baby clothes of all descriptions and 
colours inside her chest.

It was actually relaxing in the evenings to hear the 
'click-clicking' of her needles as she sat there, 
reading or talking to us, her eyes not having to watch 
her hands anymore as she knitted.

***

As an aside, a few of the ladies got together, started 
a knitting circle, invited Millie to join in, and 
together they knitted clothes of all sizes, and sold 
them over the internet, or gave some away to 
charities. It was a great way of making an income, and 
when the tithes had been taken out, the rest of the 
money was split between them all.

***

Millie had had the sex talk with June years before, 
and now, she began to ask me questions about 'boys.' 
June kept her eyes down, a small smile on her face as 
I tried to answer as best I could without embarrassing 
myself, or her. She was quite straight-forward in her 
questions, and she had no self-consciousness as she 
talked about a man's anatomy, and what it did, how it 
worked, and assorted subjects.

It was strange that I was the more uncomfortable of us 
two when it came to talk about sex with Millie. I 
couldn't believe how many times I blushed as we spoke. 
Then finally taking pity on me, Millie wrapped up her 
knitting, slid it into her bag beside the old armchair 
she'd found, and told us she was going to bed. Giving 
each of us a kiss, she lingered with mine a second 
longer than normal, and I smelt the warm fragrance of 
a lovely young woman.

My pants became tight as she lightly brushed her 
fingertips against my cheek, but she wasn't looking at 
me when she did it, so I put it down to a familiar 
loving caress by a daughter for her father, or step-
father in this case.

Millie was looking at her mother, and there seemed to 
an unspoken conversation going on between them. Women 
have the ability to put whole sentences into just a 
look, have you noticed that?

June got up, and announced that we should all go to 
bed. Millie smirked, and said, "Someone wants to get 
naughty!" before walking into her room, laughing 
softly, her butt rolling seductively.

Someone did want to get naughty, and someone else got 
naughty with her!

***

June was crying out as I pounded into her. She had her 
arms wrapped around my neck and her head tucked into 
my shoulder as I lay over her, my weight resting on my 
forearms, her legs in the air, opened wide, and bent 
at the knees. The bed was bouncing and rocking, and I 
didn't care if we made a noise. Then I felt the old 
familiar wave of ecstasy pour through my body, and 
with an extended grunt, I poured my seed into June, 
jerking as the contractions hit me. She humped her 
hips back at me, welcoming my seed, almost squealing 
as a huge climax ripped through her body.

When I managed to calm down, sweat pouring from me, 
gasping I asked June, 'What got into you tonight?' She 
just looked at me, her eyebrow up, and a smile on her 
face.

"You know what I mean," I said, grinning.

"I wanted you to be nice and relaxed because I wanted 
to talk to you about something, something important," 
she said as I moved off her prone body. June then 
reached over, and got a towel and put it between her 
legs to soak up my seed as it dribbled out of her, so 
as not to lie in the 'wet spot.'

I lay on my back next to her, my arms over my head. 
"So, what's this important thing you want to talk 
about?" I asked her light-heartedly, my breathing 
returning to normal.

June held my hand, and said, "It's about Millie."

Now she had my attention, and I got up onto my elbow 
and looked at her. "What about Millie?" I asked.

June was silent for a moment, kissed my hand, then she 
said, "Those questions she was asking about earlier, 
about boys and sex. She's decided that she wants to 
explore her sexuality, and she has someone in mind to 
help her through it."

I became serious, sat up and asked, "Do I know this 
fellow? Do you know who it is?"

June sat up, and looked into my eyes, a slight frown 
marring her features. She took a deep breath, and 
said, "Yes I do. I don't really know how I feel about 
it, to tell you the truth, but Millie has her heart 
set on this man, and I love her enough to trust her, 
and I trust the man she wants to give her body to, 
enough to know that he won't hurt her, and be gentle 
with her for her first time."

"So who is it?" I asked a bit more roughly than I'd 
intended to. I hated him immediately.

June looked at me, and reaching her arms out to hold 
me in a tight embrace, she said, a slight catch in her 
voice, "It's you, my dear. Millie wants you to be her 
first!"

***

My hands had been around her waist, but they dropped 
in shock. If my jaw hadn't been resting on her 
shoulder, it too, would have dropped as well. I was 
stunned. We parted, June looking at me worried, afraid 
I'd blow up and yell, or something.

"But," I said, sitting back against the headboard, not 
feeling the wood behind my back. I'd run out of words 
at that point, and sat there, speechless.

"But nothing, Jimmy. I've tried to talk her out of 
this, lord knows I've tried, but she has her heart set 
on doing this, and we both know how stubborn she can 
get about some things!"

"Come on, let's sleep on it," June said quietly, and 
turned out the light.

***

Neither of us slept much that night. I lay there for 
hours, turning what had been said over and over in my 
mind. I tried to imagine Millie nude, her body under 
mine, crying in ecstasy just as her mother did when we 
made love, and shame would sweep over me as the image 
became a small grinning child that I'd first met.

I tossed and turned, throwing the covers off one 
minute, then pulling them back up and huffing with 
frustration. I just couldn't make up my mind, and 
wished I could speak with the old man, anyone, to give 
me some sense of direction as to what to do about 
this. I prayed and prayed, but nothing seemed to help.

Finally, exhaustion overcame me, and I slept fitfully, 
waking up in the morning with a headache. As I 
showered, I still had no answer. Over breakfast, both 
women looked at me, not saying a word. I couldn't 
speak, and avoided Millie's eyes.

Millie went to school, and I went for a walk out to 
the field behind the church. As I sat on the old 
stump, a voice said, "How are you this morning, 
Jimmy?"

***

I looked up, and the old man was standing there, 
looking as he always did in his faded denims and 
scuffed boots. He sat next to me, and rolled a smoke, 
handing it to me. I declined it, but he thrust it at 
me, so I took it, then held it as he lit it, then he 
lit his own.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"About what?" I said a little testily.

He looked askance at me, and said, "Millie. How do you 
feel about her wanting you to make her a woman?"

I did blow up then. "My God!" I yelled. "Were you 
listening to us talking last night? Are you some kind 
of Peeping Tom pervert, or something?"

The old man sighed, and said, "I'm always listening, 
Jimmy. Trouble is, most folks don't say anything worth 
listening to."

He stood up, looking into the distance. Then he turned 
to me, and said, "It's damn frustrating, Jimmy. 'Gimme 
this, gimme that.' Bores the hell out of me!"

I sat there, my cigarette forgotten. I could hear the 
Twilight Zone music in my head, and I got a little 
dizzy.

Then he smiled, and my fears were laid to rest. He put 
his gnarled hand on my shoulder and said, "You have to 
do this, Jimmy. You were supposed to take June's 
virginity, but some random asshole got it when she was 
too drunk to stand up, let alone fight him off. She 
was lying in a pool of her own vomit when it happened, 
and she cried as he raped her. He just laughed at her, 
not caring that she was too dry to accommodate him."

"Millie needs a father, and she's picked you to be 
that man. If you do this, it will cement the bond 
between you, between you all, June included. You have 
the chance to make things right again, Jimmy."

Then he sat down again, and puffed away on his 
cigarette. Mine had gone out, so he passed me the box 
of matches. I lit the smoke, and drew the smoke into 
my lungs before exhaling.

***

"I thought I was her father," I said a little 
defensively.

"Nope, you're her step-father, big difference."

"How can that be?" I asked, confused.

"Because, nitwit, a father is always there for his, 
and I say HIS, child, a step-father is just the other 
guy her mother married. He's always the second choice, 
never quite good enough, even if he tries really hard 
to prove himself. Millie wants you to be her FATHER, 
and to fulfil that requirement, you have to make love 
to her, to PROVE your love for her. Don't argue with a 
woman's logic, Jimmy, you'll lose!"

He shook his head, and said, "Yep, you'll always lose 
THAT argument!"

I didn't want to do it, every nerve screamed at me not 
to, but the more I sat there and thought about it, 
turning it over in my mind, the more I came to see 
that he was right. Then my nerves stopped screaming, 
and calmed down. Finally, I sat up straight, and said, 
"Okay, I'll do it. I'm not overjoyed about the idea, 
but I only want Millie's happiness. If this makes her 
happy, and she sees me as her father, then I have no 
choice."

"Well," I chuckled, "of course I have a choice, and I 
choose Millie's happiness!"

The old man smiled, told me to go home and tell June 
about it. "She's worried sick about you two," he told 
me. I was up and moving before I meant to ask him 
something, but when I turned around, he was gone 
again. Damn, that old man could move fast when he 
wanted to!

***

June and I had a long talk that day, and when I told 
her the decision I'd come to, she gave me a smile and 
held my hand, and in that gesture, I knew she wasn't 
sure we were doing the right thing, but she was 
determined to let it happen.

When Millie got home that afternoon, I asked her how 
her day had been, and she said, "Crappy," a little 
dejectedly. She went straight to her room, which was 
unlike her. June inclined her head in Millie's 
direction, so I went to her room, and knocked on her 
door.

"Come in," she said, and didn't seem happy to see me 
standing there. She turned away from me, her shoulders 
slumped. I went to her, and sat beside her on the bed. 
Millie didn't look at me, she just sat there and 
waited for me to speak.

"I've been thinking," I said, "and when your mom told 
me what you wanted me to do, I didn't want to do it."

Millie spun around, and opened her mouth to say 
something, a look of pain and disappointment stamped 
on her face.

"No, let me finish," I told her. "At first, I was in 
hell thinking about you, about making love to you, and 
trying to think my way through the consequences if I 
did. I couldn't make up my mind."

"Millie, I love you. I've always tried to think of you 
as the daughter I've always wanted, and when June told 
me you wanted me to be your first, to help you through 
the transition from girl to woman, I couldn't 
reconcile being a father and a lover to you. I didn't 
know what to do!"

"But, I've had time to think about it, and your 
happiness has always been my first priority. I don't 
know where our relationship will go after this, but 
I'm willing to take the chance that everything will 
turn out for the best."

I put my arm around her shoulders, and drew her into 
my embrace. She slumped into me, and so I said, "I've 
made my choice, Millie. I only want your happiness, 
and if this makes you happy, and you're absolutely 
sure you want to go through with this, I'm here for 
you. I'll do it."

Millie sobbed, and threw her arms around me. "Thank 
you!" she cried as she hugged me tightly. "Thank you, 
Jimmy, thank you!"

***

Like I said, June and I talked long and hard about the 
coming Event. I wanted to really make sure she was 
okay with the thought that I, her husband, was about 
to make love with her daughter, mine also by default 
of marriage.

June told me that at first, she hated the thought that 
I was going to have sex with her daughter, and she had 
been very jealous that she had to share her man with 
another, even if that 'other woman' was her child.

But, she told me, she had reconciled herself to the 
inevitable. She'd made the choice to share me, and had 
made peace with that fact. The only thing left to do 
was wait for Millie to choose the time and date.

Millie didn't jump straight into bed with me, 
surprising June and I a little. She waited a whole 
month before gathering her courage, and over dinner 
one night, she looked us both in the eye, and told us 
she was ready.

Both June and I went still, waiting for her to 
continue.

"My birthday is in a week, and I want us to do it 
then." Millie looked at me, then at June, looking a 
little apprehensive. June nodded, and said, "That's 
fine, dear. I'll help you to get ready for it, if you 
want me to."

Millie nodded, and returned to her meal, her head 
down, as if concentrating on the food in front of her. 
But I could see she was nervous, so I started to talk 
about her birthday, and asked her what she wanted. 
Millie looked up, and then she was off and running, 
telling me what she wanted, and the list got longer as 
she kept talking, until finally she exploded in mirth 
as I began to splutter at the outrageous things she 
was wanting.

For example, a stretch limo and a summer holiday at 
St. Moritz? Not on what I got paid, thank you very 
much!

***

Millie had gotten into the habit when she turned 
thirteen of wearing a short night dress or tee shirts 
and panties around the house in the evenings. When we 
had visitors, she'd go into her room, and leave us 
adults to whatever it was we were doing.

I watched as her legs got longer and sleeker, admiring 
her boobs as they went from little bumps to cones, to 
ripe firm young breasts. Her butt always had a cute 
wiggle when she walked, and it seemed to exaggerate 
when it was just us in the house.

Millie had always worn a bra under her shirt, but in 
the last month after announcing she was ready for sex, 
she left it off, and I couldn't help notice the way 
the sweet young globes swung and swayed under the thin 
cloth of her tee shirt, her nipples hard and poking 
out as my eyes feasted on her body. She'd gotten into 
the habit also of sitting on the couch with her knees 
up against her chest, and she'd taken to wearing the 
sheerest panties she could find.

Millie's vagina was no longer hairless. It had a light 
brown covering of trimmed hair across the top of it. 
Her lips were full and pink, her clitoral hood more 
puffy and noticeable. When Millie 'caught' me looking 
at her sex, she'd grin, knowing full well that I 
remembered her as a nine year old tease, who drove me 
up the wall doing exactly what she was doing now.

Only, the rules had changed, and her body was ready 
for me now.

I had the feeling she was preparing the three of us 
for the Event, and I also think that June was feeling 
a little left out, so both mother and daughter would 
parade around in skimpy outfits that had me horny and 
rampant all the time.

I watched as they made a competition out of it, seeing 
who could tease me the most, and a couple of times, I 
couldn't stand it any longer, and got up, grabbed 
June's hand, and literally towed her to into the 
bedroom amid squeals from her, and hoots of laughter 
from Millie. I threw June onto the bed and ravished 
her.

Not that she ever complained!

***

Millie's fifteenth birthday was a riot as her young 
friends invaded the house. There was cake, the usual 
presents, and girlish chatter, giggles and laughter 
all afternoon. June and I stayed in the background, as 
this was Millie's day, and we watched as she 
thoroughly enjoyed herself.

Finally, though, everyone went home in the late 
afternoon, happy and full of food and good times. Then 
as we were cleaning up, Millie came to my arms, and 
hugged me, staying in my arms for the longest time. 
Her head was on my chest, her hands lightly rubbing my 
back.

June moved about, cleaning up, putting the dishes into 
the sink, and darting glances our way. We both knew it 
wouldn't be long now, and the Event was going to 
happen. My stomach had been full of butterflies all 
day, knowing the birthday party was just the prelude 
to a more intimate 'party' happening later on.

When the house was finally tidy and everything put 
away, June announced she was going to spend the night 
at a friend's place, leaving us alone, and then Millie 
floored us when she said that she wanted June to stay.

"Please, mom, I need you here. I want you to watch 
over me, to make sure I'm doing things right."

"Are you sure, honey?" June asked, flabbergasted by 
Millie's request.

"Yes. Yes, I am. I know this is really between Jimmy 
and me, but it wouldn't feel right if you weren't 
here. I can't explain it, mom! You have to be here!"

June looked at me, indecision on her face. I was out 
of my depth as well, so all I could do was shrug my 
shoulders.

"Well okay, if that's what you want," she said. She 
put her overnight bag down on the floor, and moving to 
the kitchen sink, she put the kettle on, and said, 
"I'll call, Helen, and tell her something's come up," 
darting a glance at my crotch, which made Millie 
giggle, then blush redly. "We might as well make 
ourselves comfortable!"

***

We sat in the living room, quietly talking about 
everything but the coming night. Millie sat curled up 
in my lap, and as I held her there, she took my hands 
and got me to feel her body. I was a little shy, we 
both were, but after a while, I was touching her 
breasts, gently squeezing them, and running my hands 
up and down her back and legs, still encased in her 
clothes.

Millie's breathing became deeper, and she'd give 
little moans as my fingers, which had dipped into her 
shirt, rolled and felt her nipples, hard as pebbles 
inside her bra. June sat beside us, her arm around my 
shoulders, and then we were kissing. Millie felt left 
out, and then I was taking turns kissing them both. 
Millie's lips were soft and her breath sweet.

Millie had been on dates before, and more than likely 
practiced her kissing with her dates. Her kisses were 
light and shy to begin with, but as her hormones began 
to rage in her body, they became more insistent, more 
aggressive, her hand behind my head as she forced my 
lips to hers.

Soon, she was lying back in my arms, my hand gripping 
her breast, which she thrust into my hand, by 
expanding her chest and raising her body up. June 
wasn't immune to what was happening, and hearing a 
zipper, I broke the kiss long enough to see my wife 
wiggling her hips to take her jeans off.

Millie saw her mom doing that, and then we were all 
standing, our clothes coming off.

***

When we were all nude, we stood there, looking at each 
other's bodies. Millie had a fuller figure than her 
mom, full of youth and vitality. Her body was curved 
and lush, her breasts full and round, her nipples 
hard. Her stomach was flat, her pudenda slightly 
raised and lightly covered with pubic hair. Her 
arousal was noticeable, the aroma sweet and heady. She 
was panting, her eyes glittering.

Her legs were long and slim, firm and athletic. She 
turned slightly, and her butt was firm and nicely 
rounded. She was as sleek and graceful, and seeing her 
there, my manhood began to grow, rising up to poke in 
her direction.

She took a deep breath, her eyes wide as she looked at 
the previously unseen part of me. June's face flushed 
as she, too, gazed at my tumescence, and breathless, 
she took my hand, as I took Millie's, and wordlessly 
we went to our room.

It was time.

***

When we got into the bedroom, June let my hand go, and 
moved into my arms, embracing me. She kissed me, a 
deep hard kiss, then she stepped back, her eyes 
searching mine, looking for I don't know what. Then 
she gently turned me toward Millie, who had become 
nervous and, stepping over to sit on the bed on 'her' 
side, she watched us.

Millie stood there, darting nervous glances at the 
bed, her mother, and me. I wondered if she was about 
to change her mind, but then she walked to the bed, 
still holding my hand, which was becoming slick with 
sweat.

I was as nervous as she was. The last time I had made 
love to a teenaged girl, it had been my ex-wife. But 
that was under the sanctity of marriage, she'd been a 
little older.

My erection had softened, but I was still half-hard. 
As Millie lay on the bed, her breasts parting a 
little, I ran my gaze down her body, to her delicious 
breasts, her flat stomach, her slightly raised 
pudenda, her pubic hair, and her puffy and pinkly-red 
vaginal lips. My erection returned, I was fully hard 
again. June slid down to recline on the bed, not sure 
what to do. That made two of us.

***

Of course I knew what to do! But you have to remember, 
this was an unusual situation to be in. For a start, 
there were three of us there on that bed, all nude. 
One woman was my wife, and the other was our daughter.

As far as I knew, neither woman had ever had an 
intimate encounter with a person of the same sex. So 
this was a first for all three of us. You could have 
cut the tension with a knife.

Millie lay there between us, so I leaned down to kiss 
her. As our lips touched, she put her arms around me, 
drawing me closer to her. I put my hand on her breast, 
which made her whimper, and then she was kissing me 
harder, her hips gyrating, lifting off the bed, her 
legs twitching open.

Millie broke the kiss, her face flushed, her breathing 
ragged. Turning her head to June, she said, "Mom? 
What, I mean," but June took her hand, and said, 
"Hush, baby, you're doing just fine."

Then June took my hand, and placed it at the juncture 
of Millie's thighs, my palm on her pubic mound, my 
fingers resting on her vaginal lips, moist with her 
juices. I took over from there, and slid my middle 
finger down to Millie's anus, rubbing her there for a 
moment, which made her suck in her breath and her eyes 
widen.

Then I drew my finger up to her opening, and rubbed 
her there, gently, insistently, my thumb massaging her 
clitoral hood. Millie became wet, her juices copious, 
flooding the room with the aroma of her arousal.

She was now wet enough for my finger to enter her. Her 
entrance allowed my finger to enter to the first 
knuckle, so I gently pumped it in and out slowly, 
getting her used to the feel of it. Then when her hips 
began to move in concert with the movements of my 
finger, I went deeper, a bit at a time.

"Oh, God, that feels so good, Jimmy!" Millie moaned. 
Her head was back, and turned to the side. Her eyes 
were closed, and she had a smile on her face. Then 
opening her eyes, she looked at me, and with a grin, 
she said, "It feels better than when I do it!" 

Millie blushed and giggled, and June and I shared a 
look. We had engaged in mutual masturbation before 
we'd gotten married, pleasuring ourselves, and each 
other.

I smiled at her, and told her I was glad, but 
something better was about to happen. The young girl 
raised her eyebrows, so I dipped my head, and ran my 
tongue over the hard point of her nipple.

Millie lunged off the bed, her back leaving it before 
she flopped down, gasping in wonder. Then I began to 
suck gently, slowly, alternating from one breast to 
the other, my fingers in her special place, rubbing 
her inner and outer lips and penetrating her until I 
could feel the tight ring of her hymen.

Millie was giving small cries now, her head tossing to 
and fro. June must have decided she'd had enough of 
watching, because she dipped her head and sucked on 
one nipple while I sucked on the other. Millie was the 
most surprised. She raised her head, looked down to 
see her mother lavishing attention on her teenaged 
breast.

"Mom?" she said, amazed.

Then she surrendered to the feeling of both parents 
pleasuring her chest, and dropped her head back down 
with a glorious groan.

***

I left June to suck and lick Millie's breast, kissing 
my way down her body. When I reached her mound, I took 
my hand from her sex, making her groan with 
disappointment, but moving between her legs, I dipped 
my head, and licked her wet and sopping crevice. 

Millie yelped and bucked in surprise when I did that.

"Holy cow, Jimmy!" she gasped. "That was great!"

I held her butt in my palms, licking her up and down, 
all around her sex, sucking and licking her clit, 
kissing and tracing lines on her thighs with my 
tongue. Millie was shaking and shuddering in delicious 
delight, her hips rocking and turning this way and 
that, her pudenda bouncing under my mouth.

June had now dipped her hand between her thighs, 
rubbing her own sex hard and fast. I heard the 
squelching noises she made as she masturbated 
furiously. She had now taken her mouth off Millie's 
breasts, and was kissing her daughter passionately.

My temperature had raised to a level where the sight 
of mother and daughter kissing made me want to slide 
up Millie's body and enter her warm wet crevice, and 
pump away until I shot my seed deep within her.

With one arm around her mother's neck, locking her in 
place, still kissing passionately, her other hand 
reached down and grabbed me by the hair, and then 
Millie shook as though a hurricane was tearing her 
body apart. She screamed into her mother's mouth as a 
massive climax tore through her.

Millie relaxed when the shaking became twitches, 
loosening her grip on her mother's neck, and my hair. 
The girl stroked my head, murmuring, "Sorry!' before 
relaxing completely, totally spent.

***

I moved up her body to lie next to her, her juices 
still covering my lips and chin. June leaned over and 
kissed me, and then giving a surprised 'mmm!' she 
licked my face clean.

June looked down at Millie, narrowed her eyes, then 
said, "MY turn!"

Millie's brows shot up, and as she opened her mouth to 
speak, she instead groaned and threw her head back as 
her mother dived between her thighs, and began to lick 
and kiss her wet musky centre.

June gave a few tentative licks and kisses to begin 
with, and then she began to lick Mille with a 
vengeance. She gripped her daughter's thighs; her 
mouth locked onto Millie's slit like a leech. I could 
see her jaws working, as she opened her mouth as wide 
as she could, and I knew that her tongue was 
penetrating Millie's centre as deep as it could go.

It wasn't long before the teen was bouncing and 
gyrating on the bed again, her moans rising in pitch 
as her mother drove her to orgasm. Then Millie sat up, 
pushing her mother's head away, her eye wide, her hand 
between her legs, keening in climax.

***

Millie lay gasping on the bed, little shudders 
rippling through her body. She weakly touched my 
chest, and said, "Now, Jimmy, please make love to me 
now."

I moved between her legs, and June held my tumescence, 
sliding the head up and down the wet sopping slit of 
the languid teen under me. Then positioning me at the 
opening, I applied pressure, sliding into her body, as 
slowly, and as gently as I could.

Millie gasped, and bucked with an OWW! as I went past 
her maidenhead. I stopped, feeling only a slight 
squeeze as I broke through her barrier. Millie gasped 
for a moment, and then when her breathing got under 
control, she touched my chest, and told me it was 
alright.

June and I looked down at where our bodies were 
joined, and as I slid out a little, there was a smear 
of red on my shaft. Then with each successful lunge 
into the teenaged girl, I penetrated deeper, until at 
last we were joined completely.

***

June held one of Millie's legs up and away from her 
body, so she got the idea, and both of her legs were 
open, bent at the knees, allowing me total and 
complete access to her body. I began to slide into 
her, withdrawing almost out and then sliding deep into 
her again. 

We built up a rhythm, rocking and thrusting against 
each other. Millie began to make little disarticulated 
noises, sounding just like her mother when she was in 
the throes of orgasm. Then Millie reached up, wrapped 
her arms around my neck, and pulled me onto her as she 
thumped her hips into mine, her vagina clenching and 
squeezing me as she rode her climax.

That set me off, and my hips thumped hers in return. 
Then we both froze in place, Millie keening her 
release, and me groaning out mine, my seed pumping and 
spurting into her receptive body.

Then weakly, I rolled off my daughter, and she 
snuggled into me, smiling happily, her leg going over 
mine as she moulded herself against me.

She kissed my chest, and sleepily said, "Thank you, 
Daddy."

***

Part Four.

***

I awoke during the night with a very insistent 
erection. I could literally feel the thing throb 
between my legs as I lay there. The three of us were 
all lying on our left sides, spooning against each 
other. I had my arm over June's waist, and Millie had 
hers over mine. My erection was between June's ass-
cheeks, and as I gave a push, I found her sex to be 
wet and slippery. I rubbed myself against her, and she 
gave a muffled sleepy moan into her pillow.

My rubbing manhood had spread her juices, and so I 
gave my hips a push, finding an obstruction to my 
efforts. So I gave a firmer push, and June groaned as 
I entered her. She was tighter than normal, and then 
it entered my sleepy brain that instead of her vagina, 
I had penetrated her anus!

That seemed to inflame my desires, and I began to 
slide back and forth, going deeper with every thrust, 
until because of the angle we were laying, I couldn't 
go any deeper. Her anus was hot and tight around my 
member, and I could feel her muscles clenching my 
shaft.

I reached my plateau quickly and holding June tightly, 
I rolled her onto her stomach. I rested a moment, 
during which time June came partly awake. She clenched 
her butt cheeks, and murmured, "Oh. That's different."

I said nothing, but continued to move in her. She 
began to push back, her arms under her pillow, her 
head turned to one side. We rocked gently together for 
a few minutes, then I felt my climax approaching.

"June," I whispered, "I'm going to come."

"Not there," she whispered back to me. "Inside, I want 
you to come inside me."

She gave a small groan none-the- less as I pulled out 
of her tight sphincter, and sighed as I slid home into 
her vagina. We picked up our rhythm again, then my 
climax returned, and then I was groaning as my seed 
pulsed out of me into her waiting channel.

June moaned contentedly, but sighing in disappointment 
as I slid out of her. I lay beside her again, and 
wrapping my arms around her, I drifted off the sleep.

***

One of the results of that night was a pregnancy.

No, not Millie, it was June who'd conceived! We had to 
wait a while to really confirm her new status, but 
when, one morning when we were having coffee in bed 
that Millie had brought us, June went pale, muttered 
'uh-oh!,' and raced to the bathroom, where all decorum 
was thrown aside and she unceremoniously threw up-
loudly!-into the toilet bowl.

She came back into the room after washing her face, 
pulled on her kimono, and sitting down on the end of 
the bed, she gave me a deadpan look, and said, "Good 
morning, Daddy!" It took me all of three seconds 
before I got what she said. Then calling to Millie, I 
jumped out of bed and hugged June tightly. Millie came 
in to see what the fuss was about, and when told the 
news, she cried, hugging June as well.

Pregnancy was nothing new to my wife, but Millie would 
sit for ages gazing at June's midriff. June told her 
that nothing was going to show for another couple of 
months, but Millie said, "I know, mom, I was wondering 
what was happening in there!"

"Do we really need to go through that again, Millie?" 
June asked her exasperated.

Millie just gave her a blank look, then went back to 
her knitting, and pretended to ignore her mother. Now 
that June was expecting, our daughter decided that her 
new sister was going to have a complete wardrobe.

Millie was convinced the baby was a girl, no matter 
how many times we tried to tell her it could be a boy. 
It was really far too early to tell yet, only in the 
beginning stages of the first trimester, but nothing 
could dissuade Millie from her belief that the child 
was, is going to be, had to be, a girl!

***

Another result of that night was that Millie was now 
joining in our lovemaking. Our daughter wanted to 
learn everything she could from us, so she and June 
came to an understanding, namely that June and I would 
still have our times alone together, but by 
arrangement Millie could join in, and have her time 
with me.

It was a wonder that I had the energy to do any work 
the next day after a night with those two!

Still another result was that June was exploring her 
bisexual side. When Millie and I would be making love, 
June would kiss and fondle her daughter, who welcomed 
her stroking hands and warm lips. June confessed to me 
that during her teenage years, she'd had a crush on 
another girl in her church who was bisexual as well, 
and sometimes during sleepovers, they would 'play' 
together, exploring each other's bodies, and indulge 
in mutual masturbatory sessions under the covers late 
at night.

No-one knew that the two girls explored their 
sexuality, as the scandal would ruin both theirs and 
their families lives. The affair, if you could call it 
that, ended when June went off the rails and left the 
church.

June told me sadly that the other girl, a bright 
cheerful person, had to leave the church and her 
parents place after her father caught her one night 
while she was between the thighs of her latest 
paramour. Seems the other girl was a screamer, and 
almost bought the house down when she orgasmed too 
loudly. Her father hit the roof, and amid 
recriminations, threw them both out of the house.

June had kept in contact sporadically with her, and 
the girl, now a woman with a child, lived a couple of 
hundred miles away, but not doing too well where she 
was. Although she had degrees in sociology and 
psychology, she was unemployed, and being taken care 
of by the small church where she fellowshipped. June 
asked me if she could write her friend, and invite 
them for a weekend.

***

I agreed, so June sent off a letter with the 
invitation. She received a reply a couple of weeks 
later, and one Friday, about midday, a woman and a 
young girl, about eleven years old, was standing on 
our doorstep with a suitcase, looking uncomfortable.

She was stiff and formal when greeted by June and I. 
Millie was friendly, and took the child under her wing 
while the adults talked. The woman's name was Alice 
Thornton, thirty-three, and the child's name was June 
Juliana, making my June almost cry.

I did my best to make Alice and young June, "please, 
call her JJ, she responds better to that," comfortable 
and at ease, which sure took a while!

We chatted for a while, getting to know each other, 
and the ladies talked, sitting side-by-side, catching 
up. I sat back, and studied the woman as she slowly 
unwound from her trip, and became comfortable around 
us. I could see the accumulated tension slowly leech 
from Alice's body as she relaxed.

Then one of them said something I missed, and 
suddenly, Alice was in June's arms, clutching her 
tightly and crying, great wracking sobs of sadness. I 
shot an enquiring look at June, but she just shook her 
head. She'd tell me later. I got up, left them to it, 
and went back to my office.

Sometime later, I felt the need to empty my bladder, 
and walked into the bathroom. There was a squeak of 
surprise, and Alice stood there, nude and waiting for 
the shower to heat up. I smiled, not looking at Alice 
who stood there, watching me closely with a towel held 
tightly to her body.

I went to the cabinet, extracted a key, and going to 
the door, I inserted it into the lock, and apologised 
for barging in on her. I said without turning around, 
"I'm really sorry, Alice. I honestly didn't know you 
were in here. I'll be more careful next time, and 
knock first if I see the door closed. Enjoy your 
shower!"

I went out, closing the door behind me, and heard the 
key turn in the lock.

***

I went to the kitchen, my bladder settled down, and 
while I was making a sandwich to snack on, Millie and 
JJ came in, going to the fridge to get a cold drink. 
JJ was talking to Millie when they'd come in the door, 
but as soon as she saw me standing there, she went 
silent. She avoided going anywhere near me, her head 
down.

I greeted the girls, noticing Millie studying the 
younger girl, a frown on her forehead. I left them 
there, and went into the church building to relieve 
some uncomfortable pressure.

It was during dinner that first night that an idea 
came to me. A family was moving away from town, and 
their house would be empty in a couple of weeks. As 
Alice had degrees in sociology and psychology, and a 
'christian', we could use her. There was an opening 
for a church counsellor, and so far we didn't have 
anyone qualified enough to fill that vacancy.

The more I ran the idea through my mind, the more it 
made sense, so a bit tentatively I put the idea 
forward. Alice sat there frozen, a forkful of food 
almost to her mouth, surprised and shocked. I told her 
that she and JJ could stay with us in the spare room 
until the house became available.

Alice put her fork down, her face scrunched up, trying 
not to cry. She looked at June, who nodded 
enthusiastically, Millie was beaming in agreement, and 
JJ just sat there, her eyes boring into me, sceptical, 
trying to guess what my angle was.

***

Later that evening, I told Alice that if she agreed, 
and took the job, she would not only be a fantastic 
asset, but she would also take a greater part of my 
workload off my shoulders.

"Alice," I said, "we need you here. My time with June 
and Millie is precious, and if you take this position, 
we would have a greater amount of time in the evenings 
to spend together. Our church is a good one; we have a 
great congregation, and, although some of them have 
their own exclusive individual problems, you'll get to 
hear some amazing things, believe me."

"Plus," I told her smiling, "you'd get to see and be 
with June all you wanted to!" I laughed, and said 
playfully, "You might even get to be sick of the sight 
of each other!"

Alice sat on the couch, June one side of her, JJ the 
other, and she clutched their hands in hers. She 
couldn't believe what was happening, she didn't want 
to. Finally, after all those years of pain, heartache, 
and struggle, she had a chance to be someone again, a 
real person, independent and free of worry.

Alice was speechless. June raised Alice's hand to her 
lips, kissed it, and rubbed it. JJ looked at her mom, 
and for the first time since she'd walked in the door, 
she spoke out loud in my hearing.

"Mom? Does this mean we don't have to live with those 
other people? We'd have a house of our own?"

***

We sat up late that night, June and Millie persuading 
Alice to agree, JJ chiming in wanting to know all 
about the new house, and it was good to see the 
excitement in her eyes for a change. I sat back, only 
speaking when a question was directed my way, 
otherwise silent, waiting patiently for the stunned 
woman to agree. Of course she would. I could see it in 
her eyes, the way she sat up straighter.

Then Alice spoke. "We don't have much, JJ and I, but 
how will we get it here?"

I told her that one of the church members had a truck, 
and we could gas it up and transport everything here 
within the day. If we left early, and took a couple of 
hefty guys and their wives with us, we could get 
everything packed and shipped back before dark.

"We don't need a truck," she murmured, "a van would 
hold everything we own. Like I said, there isn't 
much."

"What about beds and things?" Millie asked, and Alice 
dropped her head. "We sleep on a mattress on the 
floor, and we don't own it," she said. Then she 
whispered, "We don't have any privacy. I sure miss 
that."

June told her not to worry; they would have everything 
they needed when they moved into the new house.

Alice looked up, and tears were dripping off her jaw 
as she looked first to me, then to June, lastly to JJ, 
who had teared up as well. She nodded, and said, 
"We'll do it!"

***

So the next day we picked up a van, gassed it, and we 
were off. June drove the van with Alice and JJ as 
passengers, while Millie and I, along with a couple of 
volunteers, teenagers who were church members and 
friends of Millie's, rode shotgun in my car.

When we got to the house where Alice had stayed in, a 
place that screamed 'dump,' filthy and smelling bad, 
of greasy fried food, and other more undesirable 
fragrances that assaulted our nostrils. We were 
greeted at the door by a fat man, his singlet spotted 
with old food, who leered at the women as they packed 
up what little Alice and JJ had. They weren't kidding. 
Altogether, it didn't even fill up half the van.

No-one spoke, as they didn't want to open their mouths 
to breathe in the rank odours that hung in the air. 
The air outside was sweet to breathe after being 
inside the building.

Before we left, the fat greasy man stood in front of 
Alice, and with a sneer, held out his hand and said, 
"Money!"

Alice stood there, and with a frown, she asked "what 
money?"

"Rent!" he gloated. "You owe me rent! I want it now, 
if you don't pay, I'll call the cops!"

"But I've paid your rent, damn you!" she growled at 
him, her face flaming.

"Not in money!" he sniggered. "I want cash, and I want 
it now! Maybe you can get your new squeeze," he darted 
a look at me, "to give you some!"

Alice set her jaw, and before she could speak, I said, 
"Sir, my name is Pastor James Willoughby, and I am NOT 
this woman's 'squeeze'! I have some influential 
friends in law enforcement, and I'm sure they'd be 
interested to know about your practices here. Let's 
give them a call, shall we?"

I took out my cell phone, and held it up for him to 
see. The smirk slid off his face and with a snarl, he 
turned and went back into the building, slamming the 
door behind him. Alice was sobbing in shame, but we 
stood there a moment hugging her, a solid ring of love 
around her, before climbing into our vehicles and 
drove off, never to return.

***

The first thing we did was get JJ enrolled in school. 
She'd missed out on some learning, her mother unable 
to afford to put her into any of the schools where 
they'd been. When Alice voiced concerns over payment, 
she was told by June and myself not to worry about it. 
The church welfare fund picked up the tab for that.

The women sorted through everything that Alice had 
brought back with her, and most of it went into the 
trash. June made a phone call, and Alice went through 
exactly what June went through when I made a phone 
call. The poor woman almost had hysterics when clothes 
and shoes and other assorted items were produced for 
her and JJ to sort through. JJ spent the rest of the 
day in a stunned fog.

It also didn't take June and Alice long to get 
'reacquainted' with each other. One afternoon, I was 
looking for staples, and wandered into the lounge. 
June was on her knees with her head between Alice's 
thighs, her hands clenching Alice's butt, her tongue 
very busy making the other woman feel good by 
thrashing her clit and slurping on her vagina.

Alice's flower print dress was rucked up around her 
waist, her legs up and held there by her hands under 
her knees, and her black panties were hanging off one 
ankle. Her pubic hair was dark and thick, and the 
aroma of her juices hung in the air like incense.

Alice was close to orgasm, and as it hit her, her legs 
came up higher and opened wider. She opened her eyes 
and threw her head back panting for air, as the climax 
crashed through her, and then she saw me standing 
there watching them.

Alice's legs slapped shut, and rolling onto her side, 
she cried, "Oh my god! Pastor Willoughby! Oh shit! Oh 
shit! Please, god, not again!"

June just knelt there, her hands resting on her 
thighs, her chin glistening, and a smug smile on her 
face. Her eyes were dreamy, and she said, "Yes, dear? 
What have you lost now?"

"Staples," I said, and June sighed.

"Darling, your desk, second drawer down on the right! 
It's the one marked, "Office Supplies!"

I kissed her deeply, inhaling the smell of female 
arousal, and tasting Alice on her mouth.

"Mmmm!" I murmured, and went back to the office, but 
before I left, I said, "Hello, Alice!"

She lay on her side, shock making her eyes wide and 
her mouth drop open. As I went out the door, June 
said, "I told you he wasn't like other ministers we've 
known!"

Alice said in wonder, "Why the hell don't I ever 
listen to you, Juney? You ain't kidding!"

Then she giggled, and said in a naughty voice, "Now, 
where were we? Your turn, I think!"

***

In the first week that Alice and JJ stayed with us, we 
were sitting in the lounge, Millie knitting as usual, 
JJ watching her as she sat cross-legged on the floor 
next to her chair, looking almost hypnotised by the 
whirring clicking needles.

June was reading a book, I was doing something on my 
laptop, and Alice was in the kitchen doing some 
baking. As soon as she was told she had the run of the 
place, she immediately pulled out all the ingredients 
for cookies, and then she was away in her own world.

When Alice had put a tray of cookie balls into the 
oven, she came to sit on the couch beside June, and as 
she sipped her coffee, her eyes closed inhaling the 
aroma, there was a noise outside, something far away. 
Alice jumped, and some coffee spilled on her dress. 
She stood up, almost spilling some more, a panicked 
look on her face.

"What's the matter, hon?" June asked her, and then 
Alice looked around, breathing fast. Then seeing us 
all looking at her curiously, JJ's eyes looking 
serious and older than her tender years, she sat back 
down, and putting her coffee down, she took a deep 
breath and said, "I keep expecting that monster to 
walk in the door."

June put her hand on her friend's arm, and said 
softly, "You're safe here, hon. He's not going to 
bother you again."

JJ got up, and walking over to her mom, she sat next 
to her and put her arm around her, cuddling in, 
lifting her legs and tucking them under herself in 
that purely feminine way. Alice put her arm around her 
daughter, and put her cheek on her head.

***

"It's not easy to get used to the fact we have our own 
room, and people showing us respect and giving us our 
privacy. After so long of having to put up with that 
foul man and his disgusting habits, it's good to 
finally be with real people!"

June put her book down, and slipping her arm into 
Alice's, she said, "Do you want to talk about it? 
You'll feel better if you get it off your chest. You 
and JJ are amongst friends, and anything you tell us 
will be in confidence, I promise you that."

Alice looked at us, and both Millie and I nodded our 
agreement. She took a deep breath and kissing JJ on 
the head, and nuzzling her hair, she said, "We were 
homeless and desperate. The church we went to, they 
were a poor church, and the only place available was 
that disgusting hole we had to stay at. At first, it 
was temporary, but because we had nowhere else to 
stay, and then the welfare checks stopped, we had no 
money to pay the rent. That son-of-a-bitch who owned 
the building told me that he had a proposition for me. 
I could either do him 'favours' in exchange for the 
rent, or he'd kick us out."

"I didn't want to, Lord knows, I'd rather starve 
first, but thinking of JJ, I couldn't see her out on 
the street. I agreed, I knew I had no choice. It began 
with oral sex, and he never bathed regularly! It was a 
foul experience for me. The first time he had sex with 
me, I wanted to scream in horror as he humped at me 
and grunted. Afterwards, I felt so dirty! I almost 
scrubbed myself raw, trying to get his smell off me."

Tears began to slowly track down her cheeks, and JJ 
snuggled into her closer.

"He didn't bother sending JJ into another room; he 
made her watch as he humiliated her mother. One day, 
he gave me a choice. He wanted me to submit to have 
anal sex with him. As if I wasn't humiliated enough! 
If I didn't agree, he would take JJ instead. I 
screamed and yelled at him. I wanted to rip him apart 
for suggesting such a thing! No way was I going to let 
him do that to my child!"

***

June took her friend into her arms as Alice broke 
down, sobbing. JJ was crying silently, her eyes never 
leaving her mother's face. After some minutes, Alice 
calmed down, and sniffed, then sat up straighter.

"I used to keep the place clean, but then one day, I 
looked around, and just gave up. No matter how many 
times I cleaned, the mess would return. I just didn't 
care anymore; I thought I had nothing to live for. The 
only escape was in sleep, but at night, that animal 
would wake me up, and roughly penetrate me, he didn't 
care which part of my body it was that he shot himself 
into!"

Then the horror of her situation cleared from her 
eyes, and she said a bit more calmly, "When I got your 
letter asking us to come and stay for a weekend, I had 
enough money for a one-way ticket saved up. If it had 
just been me, it would have been a return I suppose, 
but having JJ with me, I vowed never to return. I 
would rather see us both starve and die out there 
before returning to that hell on earth!"

***

"This is the first time in a long time I've felt human 
again! Oh, god, to be around 'normal' people!"

Alice smiled, and looked at me, saying, "I must 
apologise to you, Pastor. When you burst in on me in 
the bathroom, I fully expected you to be just like 
that monster. He'd stand at the door as I bathed, he'd 
wait until I was in the bath with JJ, as with him 
there, I never let her bathe alone. He'd stroke 
himself as he watched us. Most times he would shoot 
his stuff on us, and we'd have to bathe all over 
again."

"He thought that was so damn funny, and walk away 
laughing. But when you didn't look at my body, put the 
key in the lock for me, then apologised for your 
intrusion, I felt your goodness, and I knew we could 
trust you."

"It was like the hand of God reaching out to us, I 
must confess. Finally, a ray of sunshine, a chance to 
hope for better things for myself and my child! When 
you asked me to be your church counsellor, I couldn't 
believe what I was hearing! And, the promise of a 
house to live in! The last home I had was my parents 
place, but my father told me never to return there, he 
didn't want a child if Satan under his roof!"

***

The house we were waiting for was finally empty, the 
family moving on to, we hoped, bigger and better 
things. They weren't church-going people, but we 
prayed for them anyway. As Alice and JJ stood in the 
middle of the empty living room, she breathed in 
deeply, and asked JJ if she could smell that? JJ 
sniffed, and said she could smell pine trees. Alice 
smiled, and then said gently, "No, my love. Freedom! 
We're going to be happy here!"

I was proud of the turn-out by my community of 
parishioners. Everybody helped everybody else. Ours 
was a tight-knit town, and no-one went without if we 
could help it. The offers of beds through to mats for 
the front door came pouring in once people got the 
phone lines burning. Alice was stunned by their 
generosity, to say the least. In no time flat, there 
was a fully furnished house waiting for dedication and 
occupancy.

We had a whip round, and a small sack of money was 
pressed into Alice's hands. She was so emotional she 
could barely articulate the words of thanks to all 
those who'd helped her. So she wore her arms out 
hugging everybody she could.

***

There was enough money to fill the cupboards with 
groceries, and one of the congregation gave them a car 
to use until they'd got one of their own. We saw Alice 
every day as she got used to the inner workings of the 
church, and she did prove to be an asset. She worked 
hard, spending long hours at first meeting and talking 
to her 'clients', only pacing herself after I told her 
to slow down!

About three weeks after Alice had settled into the new 
house, and her new job, there was a knock on our door, 
and Alice and JJ stood there, smiles on their faces. I 
invited them in, and we spent a few seconds hugging, 
June and Millie happy to see them outside of church 
hours. Then sitting down on the couch, she looked at 
me, and haltingly, she told me that she and JJ had 
talked, and they wanted to do something special to 
thank us, but me specifically.

We were curious, and so I asked them if they'd decided 
what it could be?

Looking at June as if to seek her approval, Alice 
stood up, and said, "This!"

Then she began to disrobe, not stopping until she was 
nude.

***

Part Five.

***

My mouth went dry, and my penis stirred in my pants. 
She was lovely! Alice was slim, her feminine curves 
giving her the look of a mature woman who stood there 
confidently in front of my appreciative gaze. Not a 
word was spoken, we were in awe of her beauty.

Her breasts were proud and full, her waist having 
classical curves. Her stomach was slightly rounded, 
and I could see the faint silvery tracks of her 
stretch-mark's from her pregnancy.

Her pudendum was covered in a full bush of dark hair, 
and my manhood shot to full attention as the faint 
odour of her arousal wafted toward me.

With our attention on Alice, we hadn't noticed JJ 
undressing behind her mom. Then she stepped forward, 
to stand beside her mom, nude and slightly nervous. 
Alice put her arm around JJ's shoulders, and smiling, 
she said, "We have a present for you, Pastor Jimmy."

JJ stood with her shoulders back, her pert little 
breasts drawing my eyes, which wandered down her body 
to the juncture of her thighs. Her legs were a little 
thin, but her pubic mound had a fine sparse covering 
of hair, and looked fabulous.

June and Millie shared a look, then June stood up and 
began to disrobe. Millie locked the doors, and shut 
what curtains were open. Then she too disrobed, and 
finally, it was just me still fully clothed. Millie 
and June came to me, helped me stand, and then 
stripped the clothing from me as I drank in the sight 
of all that beautiful female flesh in front of me.

***

Looking at JJ, I asked her if what she was doing her 
own idea, and was she absolutely sure she wanted to do 
something so profound? She did look unsure, but she 
looked me in the eye, and told me that we had been so 
good to them; she wanted to show her appreciation in 
the only way she knew how.

"I know what sex is", she said. "I had to watch mom, 
and I know how it's done. I know you'll be okay with 
me, and not make it hurt."

"But you're only eleven," I said.

"I'm still a woman!" she shot back at me. "I may be 
young, but I know what I'm doing! I won't tell anyone, 
and I want to do this! Mom said she'd do it, but she 
has no choice here. It's me who will do it, and you 
have to say yes!"

I couldn't argue with her, remembering the old man's 
words, "You can't argue with a woman's logic!"

So opening my arms, she stepped into them, holding me 
tightly, my erection hard against her young belly.

***

Putting a finger under her chin and lifting her face 
toward mine, I leaned down and kissed this perfect 
little child-woman. She was a bit hesitant, and then 
joined her mouth to mine; opening her lips as my 
tongue lightly caressed her teeth.

Millie, June and Alice had gone into a three-way hug, 
sharing kisses between them, mother and daughter, 
daughter and friend, mother and friend. Hands caressed 
breasts, explored hidden crevices.

Moans and heavy breathing started, and then together, 
all three women sank down to the floor, and then June 
and Alice went into a sixty-nine, with Millie running 
her hands over their bodies, kissing and licking naked 
skin and dipping her fingers into wet hungry vaginas.

With the three women occupied, I turned my attention 
to the nervous young girl still holding onto my waist. 
I began to kneel, bringing her to the floor with me. 
Then laying her down on the carpet on her back, I 
leant down to kiss her. She was rigid and 
unresponsive, her legs clamped together, her body 
stiff, but as I gave her little butterfly kisses on 
her mouth, she started to relax.

JJ didn't know where to put her hands, so I gently 
took the one nearest me and placed it on my rampant 
manhood. Her eyes flew open, and she snatched it away, 
but when I didn't do anything to force her to touch me 
again, her hand stole back, and tentatively touched 
me. Her fingertips were as light as to almost not 
touch me. Our eyes were locked onto each other, and 
then she reached further, and then grasped me.

She held me for a moment, then relaxed her grip, then 
gave a gentle squeeze. JJ continued doing that, 
getting used to the feel of me in her hand. Her eyes 
closed, and arching her head, opened her mouth, 
inviting me to kiss like a woman.

***

I did so, as gently as I could. Her dainty little hand 
started to move up and down the length of my shaft, up 
and down, her fingernails rasping so lightly on the 
underside of my rigid penis. When I started to leak 
precum, she drew her hand back, and looked at the 
smear of clear liquid on her wrist.

"It helps during lovemaking," I told her with a smile. 
"Your body will make its own lubrication, and so does 
mine, but in a different way."

She nodded, and held her wrist to her nose, and 
sniffed.

"Doesn't smell!" she said.

I smiled, trying not to laugh. I took her hand, and 
licked the smear of precum off her wrist, and told 
her, "Doesn't have much taste, either!"

She gave me a "Oh, gross!" look, but smiled, then 
giggled. She deliberately smeared her wrist again, and 
then with a show of bravado, she licked that off, and 
agreed. She put her hand back where it had been, and 
her stroking became more purposeful. I had to tell her 
how to do it, and being a quick study, she became 
relaxed and gentle.

I put my hand on her stomach, making her stiffen up, 
but when I slid my hand up to cup a small breast, she 
gasped quietly. I began to rub her little mound, 
teasing her nipple until it was a tiny hard little 
pebble between my finger and thumb.

***

The sounds of the two women approaching their orgasms 
intruded, and turning our heads, JJ and I watched as 
first Alice, and then June climaxed into each other's 
mouths. June was on her back, with Alice atop her. 
Both women were crying out and whimpering, their hands 
rubbing the other's vaginal lips and clits hard. Then 
with a lunge of her hips, June gritted her teeth, and 
came hard. Alice threw back her head, and followed 
suit a moment later.

The women lay on the floor head to feet, gasping and 
moaning softly. Millie now sat on the couch, 
masturbating slowly as she watched us all, her fingers 
rubbing her clit, and dipping into her sopping 
channel.

June sat up groaning, and seeing Millie's fingers busy 
between her legs, she grinned, and said, "Oh, my poor 
darling! Let Momma do that for you!"

Then she moved her head into Millie's vagina, and as 
the girl gasped, June began to lick and suck her clit.

June put her hand next to Millie's vagina, and 
inserting first one, then two, fingers into her 
teenage pussy, she began to saw her hand back and 
forth, making the young woman throw her head back and 
cry out in pleasure. Alice moved beside my daughter on 
the couch, and held her breast, licking and sucking on 
her nipple.

***

Turning my attention back to the preteen on the floor 
beside me, I dipped my head and took her little pink 
nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, swiping the 
nubbin with my tongue. JJ jumped, and gasped, feeling 
a shock slam from her nipple to her vagina. Her free 
hand, held her pudenda, and as I sucked, my hand 
moving to her other breast to rub and massage it, her 
hand between her legs began to move, her fingers 
sliding down to rub her lips.

Then she opened her legs enough to dip her fingers 
down to rub her thin clitoral sheath. Her breath was 
gasping in my ear, and light soft moans came from her 
mouth as her own fingers did their magic.

Millie was moaning now as her mother and Alice took 
turns licking and sucking her wet sex. When one would 
bring her the brink of climax, she'd back off, and 
when Millie got her breath, the other woman would 
begin again, until Millie was shaking and shuddering, 
pleading to come.

June laughed, and attacking her daughter's clit with 
her mouth and tongue, Alice put two fingers into her 
sex, and slid one finger into her anus. Millie bucked 
when that happened, and with a very loud wail, she 
bucked and jerked, her body thrashing as she tipped 
over the edge into a deep and very intense orgasm.

Millie pushed her mother's head away from her, and lay 
panting and shuddering on her side on the couch, her 
eyes closed and her hands between her legs.

"Oh my god, mom! That was the best ever!" she managed 
to say.

June laughed, stroked Millie like a cat, and looking 
at me, she winked.

***

Alice knee-walked over to her daughter lying beside 
me, and tenderly she said, "Hey."

JJ looked at her mom, and said quietly, "I think I 
want to try now."

"Sure, honey," Alice said, and getting me to lie on my 
back, she helped JJ to squat over my groin. Holding my 
erection up, she moved JJ's hips until she was over 
the straining head.

"Sit down now, hon," Alice said. "Put you weight on 
the tip, and hold it there, okay?"

JJ was a bit wobbly, but she managed to do what her 
mother asked. She gasped when the tip pushed against 
her lips, and raising her body up a little, Alice took 
some saliva from her mouth, and smeared it on and 
around my penis head. Then she rubbed her daughters 
little vagina, making JJ shudder in pleasure.

"Okay, sit back down, now baby."

JJ put her weight back on me, and I slipped a little 
further into her very warm sexual centre.

"Now, baby, when you're ready, sit down a little more, 
a little at a time, don't rush it."

JJ tried to do what she asked, but she slipped, and 
with a cry, she was halfway down my hard shaft before 
Alice could grab her. JJ was crying, tears in her 
eyes.

"Shit, that hurt!" she yelled.

***

I had felt the ring of her hymen snap around my penis, 
and I couldn't help myself, I jumped with the feel of 
it, and gritting my teeth, I held off ejaculating, my 
hands clenching with the effort.

The preteen was gasping, her vagina clenching around 
me. She was wobbling, so she put her weight onto her 
knees, leaning forward over my body, her head hanging 
down as she let her body get used to having me inside 
her.

"Oh, mom, he's so big!" she gasped.

"Darling, are you okay?" Alice asked concerned. "Do 
you want to get off, and try again later?"

JJ gave her mother a look, and said, "No, I'm okay, 
mom. I was just a little surprised, is all. I'm fine 
now."

"Well, if you're sure," she said, not convinced.

"I am, mom, really. He feels really big, but I'm a bit 
more relaxed now."

JJ looked at her concerned mother, and smiling, she 
said, "Really, mom. I okay. I'm used to having that 
thing in me now!"

***

I gave a lift of my hips, making JJ gasp and raised up 
with me. Then she gave a small push downward, and slid 
further down. We moved slowly like that until I 
bottomed out, feeling her cervix against my urethra. 

JJ was breathing heavily, a look of wonder in her 
eyes.

"Oh, boy," she breathed. "That feels, like, like, oh, 
wow!"

June and Millie came over, then all three women were 
touching JJ, stroking her body, her hair, her face. 
Millie leant down, and gave me her first ever deep 
kiss, a French kiss that rewarded me for being so 
gentle with the young girl. Then Millie put her leg 
over my head, facing toward JJ. I was looking up at 
her wet sex, her lips and anus so very desirable. 
Millie lowered her hips until she felt my mouth, and 
then I was licking her, running my tongue over and 
around her furry lips and the hard little nubbin of 
her clitoris.

JJ began to move on me, raising herself up, and then 
sliding down. Alice and June was telling her what to 
do, giving her advice and then she was sliding more 
easily on me as her lubrication kicked in, providing 
her and me with increased movement.

Before long, JJ was making moaning sounds, her hands 
clenching on my stomach, her little body slamming down 
on my tumescence. I was bucking up sporadically, my 
hands holding Millie's butt as she rode my face. Then 
in a cacophony of tumultuous noise, we all climaxed, 
me first, then Millie, and a few seconds later, JJ.

***

As my penis pulsed weakly inside JJ's still snug 
vagina, Millie got off my face to sit on her hip 
beside me. JJ was shaking with the effort of trying to 
remain upright, so I held out my hands to her. She lay 
on me, a dreamy look on her face. My penis slid out of 
her body with a slurping sound. Alice dipped her head, 
and began to clean me off, alternating between myself 
and the sighing girl on me. Every time she tongued JJ, 
the girl would make a squeak, smiling contentedly.

***

Part Six

***

I'd gone out to the old stump to pray. I was thinking 
about making love to JJ, making her a woman so young, 
wondering if I'd done the right thing. One part of me 
was happy that I had done so, and another part of me 
had its doubts.

Should I have done so? Should I have given in so 
easily? What would be the future consequences of my 
actions be?

I didn't know. Alice and JJ were so close now. If 
anything, their lives were full of freedom and joy, so 
from that standpoint, that night was a success, as 
their past hurts and humiliations were washed away in 
the joyous rapture of shared love and sexual 
cleansing.

I got on my knees, my elbows on the stump, my hands 
clasped in front of me, and closed my eyes.

I waited.

***

As usual, I didn't hear the old man arrive. He put his 
gnarled old hand on my shoulder, then raising me to my 
feet, he said, "Consequences, Jimmy."

"That's just what's been bothering me," I said.

"You're looking at this from the wrong angle, boy. You 
should be seeing the consequences of what would have 
happened if you didn't make love to that girl."

"Pardon?" I asked him, confused by his statement.

"Just think what would have happened if you'd turned 
her down? She would have been hurt and humiliated. 
That hurt would have sat in her heart, festering there 
for years until she would have gone off the rails one 
day, and then she'd have lain with some random guy, 
leading to another, then another, giving herself to 
you over and over again, but never you in person. The 
end result would have been the breakup between her 
mother and herself, and the destruction of their 
family."

"Alice wouldn't meet the man she's destined to marry, 
and JJ wouldn't marry the man she's destined to meet."

"Hatred would have grown in that pure little heart, 
Jimmy, because you rejected her when she was so 
vulnerable. Something similar would have happened to 
her as what happened to June because you rejected 
her."

"I rejected June? But I never even knew she existed 
then! How could I have rejected her?"

The old man looked at me until I grew uncomfortable 
under his gaze. Finally, he said, "You always knew, 
did you not, that there was someone out there 
somewhere for you, your future wife?"

"Well, yes, of course, but I thought it was my ex-wife 
at the time!"

"That's the trouble, Jimmy, you didn't think with your 
heart, you thought with your penis! Too much blood in 
one head, and not enough in the other! You went off 
the rails, but in a different way. You almost 
destroyed yourself in the process."

***

"Huh?"

"Train wreck, remember? Messy, but necessary. I had to 
get your attention, so I brought dark things out into 
the light. I had a purpose for you, but you couldn't 
hear me over the noise of your own greatness. So I did 
what I had to do to bring you back down to earth."

He smiled. "You're doing better, my boy, wonderful, in 
fact. Different town, different circumstances, but the 
same mission. I'm proud of you!"

"God, this is so complicated," I sighed.

"No it's not!" He chuckled. "I had to re-arrange a few 
details, shift this person here, that situation there, 
like chess pieces on a board. Life is just a game, 
Jimmy. You just have to know the rules, and how to 
play it to the best of your ability! Once you 
understand that, it becomes so simple!"

He patted me on the shoulder once, then stood, 
stretching. Turning to me, he said, "Don't worry about 
what you've done since you've been here. You've 
brought happiness and love to many people who needed 
it, and that's never a bad thing. Before I bring you 
home, you are going to be needed by others, and for 
that, you'll have the strength to carry on, I promise 
you that."

"Well," he said, rubbing his hands down his jean-
encased legs. "Time to go. I've enjoyed my time with 
you, Jimmy, but there are others who need my counsel. 
I'll be watching over you and your family, my son."

"Will I be able to talk with you again?" I asked, a 
little panicky. I had come to rely on this fractious 
and fascinating old man, and I was going to miss him.

"Of course you will. Look for me in the silence of 
your heart, Jimmy. I'm there, I always am. Remember, 
lad, there's no good or bad, just how we love and live 
our lives. Do unto others, and love thy neighbour as 
thyself. Remember that."

Then there was a flash of brilliant white light, and 
He was gone.

END

Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoyed it, 
and any questions, comments or suggestions you have, 
please send to me at this link; ptotrcw@gmail.com

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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