Date: Fri, 1 Apr 2011 23:50:55 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Robin 7

Robin
by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


7:

My lawyers had been working on getting Robin declared an emancipated youth.
They had also been keeping the authorities at bay, as Reverend Smith had
continued to claim Robin had been kidnapped and the FIB should find him.
My legal people had made sure the FBI was aware that Robin was not being
held but was attending a boarding school of his own free will.  They also
made sure the FBI was aware of Robin's concerns about being found and
forced home or worst take to some kind of `deprogramming camp'.  It turned
out that the Reverend had been named by a young person from his parish in a
complaint, and that they were investigating him in connection to supporting
an antiabortionist group that had become violent.

When confronted, the Reverend finely withdrew his complaint and agreed to
the emancipation in North Dakota.  In doing all this the FBI found out, in
confidence, who Robin's scholarship sponsor was.  It turned out the agent
in charge of the case had been a boyhood friend and school mate of mine.
Darryl, came to Vancouver to finalize everything from the FBI's point of
view.  My lawyer called me to say that he was coming, so I could let the
headmaster know what to tell them about Robin staying with me and not in
the dorm.

I got Olivia primed up in case Robin needed council.  Darryl interviewed us
asking Robin, in Olivia's presence if he was at St. Andrews, in my house
and working for my firm voluntarily.  Robin answered positively and did he
know anything about his dad's support for the antiabortionists and
deprogrammers.  He told them what he knew about the deprogrammers, mostly
what he had told me, a short year ago; he knew little else of use to the
FBI.

Later Darryl told Robin and I how the ND people got the Reverend to back
off.  He did not stay long but long enough to reminisce about being scouts
together and tell Robin about our super scout master Mr. Adams and share a
beer with Olivia and I.  When he left we agreed to keep in touch, it was
good to see an old friend again.  Robin expressed his wonder at who and how
many friends I had in the world.  Olivia was impressed too but said little.

It turned out that Robin still needed a guardian in Washington state.
Olivia and I could share that so we did.  Robin also had the spelling of
his name changed.  Now he could go home without fear.

About a month later I got a call from Darryl at the office.  He quickly
noted this was official business and not related to Robin.  Could he talk
to me in strict confidence?

First, he was so impressed with all I had done for Robin.  Then he dropped
the bomb.  Would I be willing to sponsor two younger children aged 11, who
were being placed in a witness protection program.  He was working with the
federal Marshal's on this.

The children needed a lot of help, love and support.  They were witnesses
against their parents in a big drug case, they had been physically abused,
were twins a boy and a girl.  They may have been sexually abused too but
would not say.  The FBI and Marshals had checked me and St. Andrews out and
believed they would be safe with new names and good care with us.  Wow, was
all I could say.  He began to plead with me so I cut him off saying, "what
would John Adams have done Darryl, and why?

He would take them in and protect them because he could not understand how
anyone could harm a child.  I guess we teach the way we were taught don't
we...of course I will help."

I was to tell no one about this and he would have all the papers and a
story ready for me when I came to Denver on Monday.  I volunteered to
arrive in Denver on Thursday and see a few clients, to make the trip look
less suspicious.

I stayed at the Brown Plaice down town.  It is a very posh place but I like
it.  Darryl and I met with the manager and made sure that our presence from
Monday on would never show up in the records, and the presence of the
children would be a 100% non event.  I had a small suite with three beds.
The business part went well.  On Monday I called on the USGS people at the
Federal Center.  When I came out to go home, Darryl and two kids were in my
car.  The kids, ducked down and as we approached the gate Darryl flashed
his badge and off we went to the hotel.

These kids did not talk much at first.  Darryl had filled me in on
everything over the weekend so I was prepared.  The children had been
staying with another agent and her family in Denver.  Their names were
Fredric and Frieda.  They were almost 12 and small for their ages.  Fred
was just a bit taller then Frieda.  They had sandy hair and blue eyes.
Both were very thin and look undernourished.  They were delicate, waif
looking, with large sad eyes and you just wanted to sweep them up and make
them safe.  They would be Smyths and were never to reveal even to me, what
names they had before.  They had been coached on family history and had a
good story about being orphans of a cousin, with few other living relatives
and so on.  Normally they would not place two children with a single parent
of my age but since the Marshals were not social workers and more concerned
with security...

Darryl helped get them settled and I told them about St. Andrews, their new
brothers and sisters and so on.  They learned quickly and were both very
polite but still not very talkative.  I was shown pictures of them after
the local police had liberated them.  Both children were bruised and cut,
dirty and very frightened.  I almost cried, so did Darryl.  The program
would cover all expenses.  This money would flow into a numbered bank,
account which my lawyer would administer.  Since the were so young they
would live at the School and visit me on weekends and during the summer.

Fred and Frieda just sat and watched cartoons until I suggested a late
evening snack.  The food arrived via a uniformed officer instead of hotel
staff.  He assured me no one would be allowed near our room or even our
car, until we were safely on the plane home.  Darryl had arranged a charter
from old Stapelton instead of using our purchased commercial tickets.

While we ate our snacks I started to work on becoming friends.  Frieda
asked about her new sister, Liz was 25 they knew that and she had a
Ph.D. from Stanford in environmental science.  I explained what that was
and what a Ph.D. was and a bit about Liz and Alice.  Frieda was a bit take
aback that I saw nothing wrong with her sexual orientation, although she
did not use that term.  I guess her parents had always said bad things
about gay's and lesbians.  Frieda thought Liz's picture showed she was a
kind and loving person.  I assured the she was that and so was Alice.  I
told them about Melinda and the new baby and John and Robin.  Fred thought
having big brothers would be a good thing.  They were both concerned about
being safe.  I reminded them that John and Robin were both well over 6'
tall and very strong.  Robin was a black belt and John resembled a Green
Bay line backer.  No one would harm them ever, dad, brothers, sisters and
associates would make sure of that.

Are you our new dad?  I am if you want me to be, otherwise I am just Uncle
Derek.  Fred said his dad and mom beat them a lot in the last few years.
When the drugs started Frieda popped in.  Well I don't use drugs and I
don't hit people, except in self defense and I never hit children, ever.  I
don't think you should just take my word for that or anything else, you
will find out by my actions and in talking to others like John and Robin.
They were not sure how they would be received by...

Well my children will treat you like I do, family and family sticks by each
other and helps each other a hundred percent, a hundred precent of the
time.  The kids at school will be friendly and helpful too.  Being a
boarding school most are from some place else, so the school is neutral
ground.  They will be fine and I think they will like it too.

It was time for bed and I sent them off to brush teeth and get ready.  Fred
spoke up when Frieda went into the wash room.

"Unc... Mr. Smyyy... dad.  Yes son.  Frieda and I usually sleep together,
in the same bed, since we were babies.  Agent, Williamson would not let us,
she said we were old enough to sleep alone.  Can we..."

"Sure thing, you can do just about anything you want as far as I am
concerned.  At the school you will have separate rooms with a roommate but
across the hall from each other."

Frieda came out to Fred's excitement and her face beamed.  The children had
matching pajamas but it was clear they had small, delicate, bodies with
small round butts and skinny little legs.  When Fred came out I tucked them
in kissed each forehead and suggested they try and sleep, "I know this is
all very exciting and scurry at the same time."

I went into the other room and got ready for my sleep too.  Tonight I kept
my jockeys on.  When I checked on them the two kids were holding each other
and fast asleep.  I was woken up once when Frieda called out something.  I
guess she was dreaming.  I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her head.
She was still asleep.  Fred opened one eye and whispered she was okay.  I
patted his head and whispered, I'm here if you need me and will always be
here for both you.

In the morning while shaving, Fred barged in the bathroom having to pee.
He pulled out a little hard 3" penis and let fly, I didn't think such a
small body could hold that much piss and I said so.  He apologized for
barging in but... "I know, its okay but with girls in the house it's a good
idea to knock first."  He flushed red and departed.

They were opening up a lot by the time we got to the airport.  Not much
luggage Mr. Smyth and copilot said.  He did not wait for a reply but turned
to the twins and your names are?: "Fredrick and Frieda Smyth," they blurted
out.

"Well this will be a long flight, being only a King Air, so we best be
getting airborne.  Would you like the right seat Mr. Smyth," the pilot
asked?  "Your office said you were qualified on the KA with more hours then
the two of us combined."

"No thanks, I think it better to spend the time with my children, but I'm
sure they would each like a brief turn when you get the autopilot set."

"Come on dad," they said one taking each hand and pulling me toward the
door.  "Can you fly this?" Frieda asked.

"Sure can and lots of other aircraft too."

"Will you take us flying when we get to our new home."

"Sure will little one."

As we walked to the plane I know I was beaming with pride holding the hands
of my two new children.  Wonder what Gloria would have said if I offered
her three new children.  I think if she didn't have to go through being
pregnant, she probably would have like the idea.  Well I'll go with that
thought anyway.  If she is looking down she is probably saying pay back
time Derek, for all those months when I was home with kids and you were
mapping some exotic mountain.

The pilot called my office when we were about 45 minutes out and they sent
Robin to pick us up.  He was a bit overwhelmed by my two family additions.
He took to the big brother role in a flash when I introduced Fred and
Frieda as his new brother and sister.

"Twins?"

"Ya were twins they said in unison."

As we drove home I explained a bit of the story to Robin.  Did Liz and John
know?  No. but we will have a family meeting in the morning.  Dad, he said,
you are just one surprise after another, I will never get accustomed to it.
Robin was sitting in the middle and Fred and Frieda on each side, he had
his arms draped over them.  I could see that in the mirror.  When I told
him they had been physically abused he tightened his hold on them and
became very angry.

"Who, when, wile I'll..."

"Take is easy boy, their natural parents and they are serving very long
jail terms."

I think Fred and Frieda had experienced first hand the level of love and
commitment we were all prepared to make.

The next morning Robin and John fussed over Fred and Alice, Melinda and Liz
fussed over Frieda, I fussed over the baby; well what are grandparents for,
if not to spoil the grand children.

It came out from Fred and then Frieda some months later they had been
sexually abused.  Their father would often have sex with their mother,
making them sit and watch.  He would not let her where underwear and just
pull up her dress and enter her pussy and anus while she bent over holding
onto a table or chair.  Then he would give her drugs and take after them,
he started doing that after he found Fred trying to `do it' with Frieda,
they were just 11 at the time.  He would push his penis into one of our
holes after the other then take drugs himself.  He and she often beat them
especially between fixes.  At least they never gave any to the kids, I
thought.  Probably more from selfishness then good parenting, however.

I am not sexually attracted to these kids or any other young ones for that
matter.  They are my children now and like my other children, except for
Robin, they do not seem to be sexually stimulating to me.  Not that I am
not interested in them or their bodies I just have no real desire to have
sex with them.  I do have a very strong desire to nurture and protect them.
I like holding their small bodies and am not shy to show affection.  I am
appreciative of their physical presence and appearance.

It took about two months for the kids to become comfortable with us as
family.  They began to open up to the school psychologists and to me.  One
of the things I learned and I suppose the psychologist, is how dependent
they were on each other for support and affection.

They told me that they liked and wanted sex between them, even though
neither had reach puberty yet.  Frieda liked it when Fred put his pines in
her vagina even if it didn't get in very far.  I was as supportive as
possible and assured her that she and Fred would share a bed as long as
they both agreed to do so.  Liz took her to our family medical doctor and
he assured her some kind of birth control would be available at the
appropriate time.  The psychologists thought their mutual emotional
dependence would be moderated over time and that they thought their
physical dependence would lessen when puberty hit and they discovered their
hormonal driven sexuality.

That spring I charted a King Air and took the entire family along with
Angela to Florida for a visit to attractions and interaction with cousins,
aunt, uncle and great grandmother.  My mother was a bit hesitant at having
three new grandchildren thrust upon her but she took to them just like I
did.  Robin who had known his natural grandparents was in less need of her
affection then the twins, she seemed to recognize this.  By the end of the
visit the twins did not want to leave Gran.  They made her promise to visit
us more frequently.  Now my mother was not fond of flying, although she
often did fly from FL to Illinois.  New grand children and a new great
grand son proved a strong attraction to the Pacific Northwest.

The Smyth women and men seemed to segregate into two large groups.  In a
short time all the males except the baby would filter into a group and all
the ladies from small to matriarch into another.  My brother in law and I
are the same age and are the oldest males.  Robin, John, Fred, and Mike's
son in law were at our sides like glue.  The ladies and babies (John's boy
is the only great grand son and since my mother did not see him before she
kept him close at hand) seemed to bond together well.  Us men, I guess we
bonded too but in a much more off hand way.

Alice and Liz gave Melinda and cousins a true helpful hand with the small
ones.  I guess the mother instance is in you regardless of orientation.
Angela melded into the group like she had always been their.  I know my
mother did not think I should allow Robin and Angela to share a room but
she said nothing.  She did ask Melinda if she and John were intending to
get married.  Melinda was gracious just saying they already were but like
one of John's cousins she was keeping her madden name.  My brother in law
is a bit of a homophobe except for my kids, go figure.  I could see Robin
eyeing one of his cousin in laws, a handsome young man, sporting a crotch
bulge to die for and a real nice ass.  Robin and Angela kept my sexual
desires satisfied as a couple and as individuals, and Angela and I kept
Robin's libido in check.

The twins were growing very fast now, they were in a growth spurt.  The
medical people had given them special diets which seemed to fuel this.  I
figured Frieda would have her first period in the next few months.  Fred
would be at least a year away.  They were catching up on the academic,
athletic/military and social sides.  The head master had chosen roommates
for them with great care; they were making friends, the kind that last a
lifetime.  For the most part it worked.

We had a bit of a scare in June.  Robin noticed a strange car following him
to school in the morning and again following him to work in the afternoon.
We checked it out but could not identify the driver.  I called an old
scouting buddy who is a Sergeant with the Vancouver PD.  He would have the
car checked out.  I figured it was Robin not the twins.  John volunteered
to drive Robin's company van and lead them on a bit of a wild goose chase.
John told us he had a lot of fun since they never got close enough to
realize it was not Robin driving.  I called Phil and learned that strangers
were around the neighborhood asking questions and a van that looked like
telephone or cable was in the alley most of the day but he did not see any
official logo.  I had him meet Robin and I about 5 PM while John was
leading the chase.  We communicated by cell phone only and in code.  We
figured our phone was tapped and perhaps the burglar alarm compromised.
Phil did a full outside inspection, which indicated that someone had been
in the yard after he finished for the day.  I called the Sergeant and alarm
company for assistance.  They came in and helped us inspect the Alarm
system which had been tampered with, so we repaired that.  We could not
find any bugs or taps on the phone, etc. but on checking with both
telephone and cable reported no service records in my neighborhood today.
So we got them to run checks from the other end.  I suggested we disconnect
the hardware and then we completed the circuit sending one hell of a surge
down the line.  That should fry any equipment they may have installed.

John came home and collected his car leaving Robin's visible in the drive.
I loaded my pair of 45 double action revolvers (a Colt and a Smith &
Wesson).  Robin and I are both high scoring marksman.  I called Derryl to
up date him; he did not want us to arm ourselves but when I asked him if he
remembered the day we both shot perfect scores with Scout Master Adams, he
just groaned and told me to be careful.  Later that evening the Sergeant
called to give us the name of the mystery stalker, he also informed Darryl
at the FBI.

We figured they would try and grab Robin that evening.  Phil set up motion
sensing lights in the back and Robin and I sat with several cops in the
living room.  They did not like the idea of us having loaded weapons but
being my home and having licenses and permits, the cops reluctantly went
along.  About 11 PM the lock on the front door began to open, so someone
had made a key.  We were prepared for that.  Robin sat in a big chair
across the room with his back against a wall.  We had officers in the
kitchen and the hall way.  I stood behind the door.  Two men crept in.  I
waited until they were about 3 meters in the room, slammed the door and
through the dead bolt.  The alarm went off and one of the cops turned on
the lights.  They stood shocked as I suggested they drop to the floor
voluntarily or I would drop them, Robin and I cocking our revolvers.  They
were not armed with guns or knives but they did have `tie him up' stuff and
some drugs.

Robin wanted to practice his marshal arts skills but we would not let him.
I suggested they tell their buddies that if anyone ever came near my
children again I would not hesitate to turn Robin loose and to use these
old but reliable 45's.  The Sergeant just shook his head and my hand,
taking them away.  That was enough excitement for the week.  It was also a
bit to close.

It turned out the Reverend had not given up emancipated or not. These guys
were now facing federal and state charges of attempted kidnapping, brake
and enter, and a number of others.  I called Darryl in the morning to give
him the news, all of which he already had.  He told us the people were from
Spokane and were connected with fundamentalist and recast groups known to
the FBI.  I wanted to know how they had found us.  It turned out someone in
the community reported they saw a boy looking like the picture the Reverend
had circulated to churches across the country.  The reason they were
stalking us was to be sure it was the right Robin.  John was disappointed
that he was not in on the action and that he and Robin had not had a chance
to `beat the shit' out of those guys.  Normally John is even gentler then I
am but I am positive if pushed he would be a tiger.

I kept Robin home that morning and after our discussion with Darryl and my
lawyer we called the Reverend.  I wanted Robin to hear what was being said
so I put the speaker phone on, identified myself and telling the Reverend,
Robin was sitting in my office and our conversation was being taped.  I
told him how disappointed I was with his behavior.  That he may find
himself in some difficulty, since the would be kidnappers were now in jail
being interviewed by the FBI.  He complained that Robin would not submit to
the will of god and that he was only trying to save Robin's soul.

I reminded him that only heart felt repentance and seeking forgiveness
directly from our heavenly father, not our biological father, could do
that.  I also expressed my displeasure with the fact that my family and
especially Robin were placed at risk by his actions.  How would he feel if
Robin or other students at St. Andrews had been hurt or if Robin had hurt
one of his henchmen.  I reminded him that being a military school all of
Robin's classmates both boys and girls were ready and able to defend
themselves, their friend and class mate.  Those people you sent were damn
lucky Robin and I were waiting at my home for them, because if they had
tried to grab Robin at the school, several would have been hurt.

The Reverend wanted to know why I was driving a wedge in his family.  I
responded that I drove no wedges but his attitude of moral superiority was
a more likely hammer.  Robin said he did not want to press charges if the
Reverend would give his word noting like this would ever happen again, he
would not.

I was a bit more forthright.  Reverend, I will press charges unless you
give me a public apology and a public commitment.  The Reverend waffled on
this.

"Well, dad if you can not bring yourself to admit what you did was wrong
and if you will not give me assurance I will be safe, you will never see me
again."

No resolution came.  I was very proud of Robin's attitude and demeanor.  He
was in a very difficult position having to stand up to dad.  He loved his
father and all he wanted was a modicum of respect and love in return.  I
held Robin to me telling him how proud I was of him and how mature and
adult he had been.  He began to cry, tease of pride and tears of
disappointment.

"He just doesn't get it, he just doesn't get it," Robin sobbed.

Robin sent copies of the tape and long letters and e-mails to his brothers,
sister and mother.  Now that everyone knew what school and in what town he
now lived, he could be completely open, well more or less open.  The
reverend was subsequently charged with obstruction of justice on the
abortion issue.  Robin did not press the issue and the kidnappers wound up
in jail for this and a number of other situations.  The remainder of
Robin's biological family were then free to welcome him.  Robin took a few
weeks of the summer to visit them.  I took the opportunity to take a
geological/site seeing trip with the twins.  We rented a 185 and I dropped
Robin off at his home town and the twins and I flue to the Black Hills and
Devils Tower.  This also gave Robin some badly needed flying hours.

He was glad to see his mother again.  She was proud of his academic
accomplishments and she promised to visit us in Vancouver, and attend his
St. Andrews graduation.  His brothers were very envious of his travels,
schooling, and activities like being a student pilot.  I guess his family
was not only curious but wanted every detail of his "new family".  They
were quite taken by his description of the Smyth's and how welcoming they
were to him and the twins.  He said all the local girls were really taken
by his school uniform.  When he showed them pictures of Angela in her
uniform they were positively envious.

I was not fond of leaving Robin alone in ND but could not say anything to
him.  I had to support his decision.  I think he knew I had misgivings, the
misgivings of a parent and he understood, my misgivings or not, he had to
do what he had to do.  When Robin returned he did so with a much lighter
heart.  Sure his father was in jail and he was still estranged from him but
Robin understood this was not his doing or his responsibility and so did
his family.  I figured the Reverend had a mental illness or perhaps even a
physical problem, I encouraged Robin to try and get his family to get some
help for the man.

He had been removing the reverend from his intellectual self for some time
now, he understood he could not, nor should ever try and remove him from
his heart.  He had made full reconciliation with all but the Reverend and
he realized the truth of Tom Wolf's words.  The first thing he said on his
return was, "I'm home Derek, I'm home."  The next thing he said was,
"Derek, would you adopt me.  Every boy needs a dad by his side and I want
you for mine."

"Sure kid, lets call Olivia.  Perhaps you want her for mom." I said this
with a smile on my face and a twinkle in my voice."

"No, I got a mom and you understand I could never sleep with my mother and
I sure don't want to stop sleeping with Olivia.  But a boy can fuck and
suck his dad?"

"Ya if his dad was his lover before he was his dad."

"Oh two sets of rules one for mothers and one for dad's."

"Ya something like that."

By this point we were both laughing so hard neither of us could remain
standing.  That call to Olivia was put off for several hours while we
reacquainted ourselves with each other bodies.

The twins were home for the summer and I was very busy at work so some
changes had to be made around the house.  With Robin and John away and Liz
and Alice still in Seattle most of the time I needed help.  Olivia was
willing to take them on outings in the evenings and MC and Phil would pitch
in when time was available but this was his busy season.  I figured it was
time for a house keeper.  I needed someone who was efficient and accurate,
with enough energy to keep up with 12 year olds and liberal enough to go
along with all the things that go on around this place.  I searched my
memory banks for just the right person.

Liz to the rescue.  She knew a gay artist in his 60's who was unable to do
his art, graphics and painting, full time any longer, due to arthritis.  He
lived alone, was highly educated, liked young people and was one hell of a
cook as she put it.

Walter showed up with Liz and Alice in tow several days later.  Liz being
Liz sat us around the kitchen table, the place all important family
business is conducted and after serving coffee took over the interview.
She was very frank, telling Walter that we were a bisexual family with two
young 12 year old twin brother and sister, Robin my generally over sexed
boy lover and adopted son, John and Melinda and grandchild lived close by
plus her and Alice part time.

He would be expected to run the household, since I did a poor job of it
anyway and try and provide some culture to her brothers and sister.  She
offered him a good wage, a large household budget to manage and so on.
Walter looked at me and then at Liz, not quite knowing what to say.  I
interjected, don't make a commitment quite yet Walter, lets look the place
over a bit so you can get a better understanding of everything.  I had a
Gardner and he looked after the grounds, pool and hot tub.  I had a
cleaning crew in once a week.  We have all been looking after our own
laundry and mending was done by the dry cleaner.  Food and wine were
delivered, if we managed to place the order by 2 PM. and so on.  Walter
felt that he should do the shopping and laundry as well as cooking.  I said
doing our own laundry was good for the soul and training of the young and
we should all pith in with the cooking but if he wanted to be in charge
fine with me.  We shook hands, he said he would start in three days and I
said we would turn the study into a bedroom for him.  I would move my
office stuff and household records up to my bedroom.  The twins loved him
and he seemed to be able to keep their active minds busy.  I know they
learned a lot from Walter over the summer.  In the fall the twins remained
at home and attend St. Andrews as Robin and John and Liz had done, as day
students.

The Twins would keep rooms at the school and come home only on weekdays or
when I was in town.  Robin made sure they got to classes on time and
brought them home again.  Often he had to swing by the school after work to
pick them up from sports and clubs.  I was managing to do less traveling
now, by promoting some of my staff into positions of greater authority.  We
flew to ND for an early Christmas then on to Florida.  The twins charmed
the Smith family within minutes of our arrival, they were glued to
Mrs. Smith and had adopted her as Grandma.  I hit it off with her too.
Irene was a very loving and wholesome person.  With a good sense of humor,
she took my kidding about trading her youngest son for twin grandchildren.
Robin and I took her for a flight to visit the Reverend.  She was most
gracious in what could have been an awkward situation.

My mother had spend part of the summer with us and was so happy when
Robin's adoption papers arrived.  She told everyone how proud she was of me
not for all the scientific papers I published, or honors and awards
received or successful business but because I was a Christen man.  Now
everyone but her seems to know my views on organized religion.  I think it
was all they could do not to laugh but you don't laugh at Gran, not to her
face anyway.  I think she was right and Robin told me later that Gran was
dead on dad.  You live the principals, you preach by example and like you
once told me, dogma is nothing, action is everything.  Did I really say
that?

I figured my mother figured out what was happening in this household as far
as sex was concerned but she never said a word.  She did say to Liz that
she thought Alice was a perfect match for her but she always thought I
should have remarried after Gloria's death.  She did admonish John for
being away from home so much but your dad traveled a lot when you were a
baby too and you turned out to be a first class grandson.  He was the only
grandson for a long time but mother would never give faint praise.  She
honestly believed John had the best of both mom and dad and he would take
proper care of her only great grand son.  Now all I needed to do was get
that kid in graduate school for his Ph.D.

They through me a large birthday party at the end of the summer.  I
couldn't believe all the people that came.  We went through round after
round of toasts.  My mother lead it off by saying "when Derek was a
teenager not much older then the twins I feared for him, Derek seemed to
invent rebellion and look at him now, still rebellious, doing things his
own way but it must have been a good way to get so many of you to come from
so far just to drink cheep Champaign and listen to this old lady."

Robin stood up " Gran asked me the other day why I was so devoted to Derek?
I told her he found me, a lost, lonely and fearful child on a cold, stormy,
winter morning.  Took me into his heart and lifted my spirits to heights I
have never imagined existed.  Dad never told me what or how, he never
judged, but accepted me as found.  Dad demonstrated that limitations are
self imposed and by braking free of those chains, even the wildest dreams
become possible. Thanks Dad, thanks for believing in me for believing in
all of us."

My brother in law Mike was the most eloquent.  He said, "to Derek, someone
who has touched each life in this room, and we are the better today for
it."

The Twins did not want to talk but they just clung to me like glue for most
of the evening.  I don't know what they thought or what they were afraid
of.  When the evening was over they asked me to tuck them in, something
they had not done for many months.  They were sleeping on the floor in my
room so tucking in a sleeping bag was...  "Thanks for being you," Frieda
said.  "She means thanks for not drinking to much and for being the same
dad you always are," Fred translated.

"Oh is that what you were afraid of all evening?  I wondered what it was
that you were so concerned about.  You never need fear of my drinking to
much and turning mean.  I don't like the feeling of drunkenness never have,
on the few time I did over imbibe, I just curled up and went to sleep.
Thank you for being you, too.  You know I really love both of you.  You are
my children and no one, not even me, is allowed to harm you."

"Did you really pull a gun and threaten to kill those men that came to
kidnap Robin."

"Yes, I did and the gun was loaded and I was quite prepared to use it too.
I told you know one harms my children not when I around anyway."

"We love you dad.  Did you really find Robin on a stormy winter morning?"

"Yes, I did and he was lost in spirit not in a physical way, he was lonely
and thought know one loved him and he was confused and afraid of the
unknown, not unlike some twins I know."

"Is that why you two have sex so often?"

"Hum, well is that why you two have sex so often?"  They giggled and smiled
and kissed each other and kissed me, and I kissed them.  "Good night, sleep
tight and don't make to much noise in your sex play."  They giggled again
thinking I was going to say something about bed bugs.

I crawled into my bed expecting Robin and Angela any minute.  The room was
semi bright so it must be day time, I slowly awoke not wanting to disturb
my bed mates.  Getting my eyes to focus was just a bit of a chore, it was a
bit after nine.  I usually don't drink more then a glass of wine or perhaps
a brandy at a time.  Last night I had sever glasses of wine probably a
whole bottle even.  Fred was tucked under my left arm and Frieda under my
right.  They were pressed tight to my body I could feel Fred's little penis
against my leg, it may be small but it was rock hard.  Like his brother and
dad he wore only briefs to sleep in.  Frieda was turned away from me and
her back and little bum was pressed tight to me, my right hand was cupping
her not yet formed breast, she slept in a camisole and briefs like her big
sister.  I liked the feeling of bodies pressed against me, I liked the heat
of human contact and the feeling of smooth skin pressed against my old and
not longer smooth skin.  I craned my neck a bit to view the sleeping bags
on the floor.  Robin and Angela were snuggled into them and each other.  I
was rock hard and in need of bladder relief too, I was nude as that is how
I usually sleep, but I don't remember taking my briefs off last night...I
don't remember Robin and Angela coming to bed or the twins joining me.  The
twins knew all about sex and had seen about all their was to see before, I
wondered if Robin and Angela gave them a show.  Almost in unison Angela
turned over and both children reached up and kiss my cheeks, placing their
hands on my chest.  My hands were now cupping two of the sweetest little
butts imaginable.  They smiled up at me and placed their heads on my
breast.  Frieda spoke first, "its ojay dad you didn't do anything with us."
Fred chimed , "but you can if you want to."  I will have to talk about this
with the twins later.  I smiled and kissed each one on the forehead.

John, Liz, Melinda and Alice came in the room and walked quietly toward the
bed, each stopping to stroke Robin's ass which was partly uncovered.  Nice
buns someone noted.  John sat on the edge and taking Fred pulled him gently
away from me to himself so Fred was sitting on his lap.  He stroked Fred's
head and told the twins how much he and Liz enjoyed snuggling in with dad
and his mom when we were your age.  He smiled and pointed to the floor, "at
least you got some sleep up here," we all laughed.  Liz got Frieda sitting
next to her and Alice and Melinda stroked the child's legs and arms.
Finely Robin rolled out of bed and came toward us with his erect cock
waving like a flag.  Angela began heading for the door but I called her to
join us.  "You come and join your family," Robin escorted her naked body to
the bed.  Both Robin and Angela were naked and Robin was sporting quite a
woody.  I figured Liz would make some comment about it but she didn't, not
yet anyway.  Frieda leaned back against Liz, you could tell the twins
missed having a mother.  Dad's can do a lot but mom's are soft and
comforting.

"All my children in one place at one time, thank you for the wonderful
party. " They thanked me for being me.  Liz spoke next she said after mom
died dad changed.  He never tried to be mom, something he could not ever
do, but he just expanded his presence in our lives, not that John and I
don't miss our mother, we do but dad became so large in our lives that we
have never felt a lack of love or loneliness.  "Thanks dad."  Each joined
in kissing my cheek and leaving the room.  Robin and Angela held back, I
knew they had a special present for me, I could see it in Robin's cock and
Angelia's eyes.

I jumped up and ran for the can, I really needed a piss.  Once we all
relieved ourselves they escorted me to the shower.  It was a most pleasant
and stimulating experience to have my boy and his girl paying full
attention to every part of my body.  Robin had several soapy fingers up my
ass and Angela had both hands cleaning my cock and balls.  I got to fondle
and kiss and lick what ever body parts came within reach.  Robin was
rubbing his cock against my butt cheeks and in my butt crack and Angela was
grinding her crotch into my hard cock.  Her medium sized breasts with large
hard nipples danced across my chest as my hands were fondling her butt and
anus.  For her birthday Robin, Allan and I gave her a series of three on
ones, with Liz, Alice and Wanda keeping her warmed up in-between.  I
wondered what these two had in mind for me.

They escorted me to the bed and Angela lay down inviting me between her
lovely long legs.  Robin guided my cock into her waiting honey pot.  I
slipped in her wet and ready pussy, kissing her as Robin lubed my anus.
Angela was tight and wet, she was strong and controlled her pussy garbed
onto my cock holding it firmly in place.  He slipped into my ass after
teasing my hole with his cock head sending shivers of anticipation up and
down my body terminating in my prostrate.  We began a long slow fuck of the
best kind.  Her pussy was steaming hot and my whole was filled to the max
with Robins long hard pole.  Robin quickly matched my pace pushing full in
and slapping his balls on my ass which drove my cock into the girls cervix.
My cock was burning as she orgasmed for the first time.  Robin's cock was
sliding over my prostrate and driving me closer and closer.  I was
determined to bring Angela to a second or perhaps third climax before being
overwhelmed by his ass pounding.  She and I reached that patio and shortly
after I could feel Robin pumping his ejaculate into his condom and my
bowels.  After a brief rest with lots of kissing and fondling we cleaned
our bodies, dress and rush to join the others for some much needed food.