The Motorway Children.

By Des Rathgit (M/b/g, M/F, pedo, oral, anal)

This story describes the escape of two children from an abusive home, and
their
rescue from a life of "living rough". It is total fantasy, and not to be
confused with
"The Railway Children" by Edith Nesbit. I doubt if that fine Victorian lady
ever
dreamed that the scenes depicted here could possibly happen. Hopefully,
sensible
people can't either. Some of the concepts described here may be inaccurate,
but if so I
claim artistic licence in the interests of the story. It starts slowly, but
I hope the result
is worth waiting for.

* * * * *

Midnight was approaching, I had concluded a meeting with a client and was
driving
along a motorway towards home, looking forward to the comfort of a warm bed,
but
regrettably unable to share it. My wife had recently succumbed to the Big C,
and the
loneliness was hard to bear. We were childless, so that I, a freelance
accountant, was
left at the age of 29 to carve out a new life somehow. I regretted the lack
of offspring,
but knew that such a situation meant that I did not have the sort of
encumbrances that
some other widowers suffer. It's an ill wind . . .
I pulled in at the service area, not willing to continue without getting
myself a bite to
eat. I parked in the appropriate parking area, which was almost empty,
walked to the
shop and bought a ready-made sandwich at a service area's usual exorbitant
price. I
reflected that my late wife would have made a comment like "Why pay all that
when I
can make you one for next to nothing?" She would have been right, but at the
time I
didn't care very much.
Returning to the car, I was about to unlock it when I saw a young boy, all
by himself,
scampering away from it. I was concerned that he may have let the air out of
a tyre or
performed some other typically childish prank, but I looked more closely
under the
overhead lights and saw that he had only scrawled a rude comment in the dirt
on the
tailgate. I called to him and said "I'm not really one of those, you know!"
and he
smiled and came towards me.
"Do you live here?" I asked him.
"Sort of."
"What does that mean?"
"I sort of live in the rubbish storage place with my sister."
On further questioning I discovered that he (Neil) and his twin sister Susie
had until
the previous week been living in a foster home. Their mother was dead,
killed in a
drunken rage by their father, who was now serving a life sentence. Their
lives had
been quite normal until just after their sixth birthday two years ago, when
suddenly
everything changed for the worse. Neil said something about a debt-collector
calling,
after which their father had gone out, returning seriously drunk.
Their father had continued his drink-fuelled ways for over a year, and then
he had a
furious row with their mother, culminating in his taking a kitchen knife and
killing
her. After the truth had sunk in, he had left home in an attempt to escape
the
consequences of his action. He was soon arrested, but the twins had been
left to fend
for themselves. Seven-year-olds are not very capable at surviving in today's
society,
and soon the child-protection authorities became involved.
Initially, Neil and Susie spent a few happy weeks in the home of a caring
policewoman, but then they were placed in a foster home in which the father,
a pillar
of the local church, was very domineering and the mother submissive.
Although the
foster father did not abuse them sexually, there are other kinds of abuse
and he
indulged in many of them. He caned them fiercely and regularly for doing
many of
the things that children usually do, generally described as "being naughty".
His own
slightly younger twins, David and Julia, appeared to escape the same fate
for the same
transgressions.
Six months after their arrival, David and Julia were examining the private
parts of
Neil and Susie in a four-way "doctors" game. The father caught them and kept
Neil
and Susie locked in their room for a week, eating only bread and cabbage,
drinking
only water and being allowed out only for hygiene reasons. He also caned
them
severely every day, saying that he had to beat the evil out of them. When
eventually
they were released from their imprisonment, they decided that enough was
enough,
and that escape was their only option. Surely life wouldn't be as painful
elsewhere?
So here they were, a week later, and discovering that in some ways living
rough was
even worse. They knew that if they returned to the foster home the father
would half-
kill them, so that was not an option. As so many other adventuresome souls
had
discovered, they had landed between a rock and a hard place. They managed to

subsist on the scraps that people threw in or at the bins, but hunger was a
major
problem. Toilet facilities existed at the service area, of course, but they
had to be
careful that the regular staff didn't notice how often the same faces were
using them.
Recalling my recent loss, I felt that I had no option but to offer them a
home, at least
until more concrete arrangements could be made. So Neil fetched Susie from
her
hiding-place and I took them into the shop to buy some proper food. They
were, of
course, ravenous, but I made sure that they didn't eat too much after
existing for so
long almost on fresh air. Then we all got into the car and I drove home. On
the way, I
introduced myself, Andrew Stephens, and learned that their surname was Holt.
I
suggested that for the time being they should address me as "Uncle Andy".
It seemed to me that their erstwhile foster father was suffering from some
mental
problem or other and that the children were well rid of him. I thought that
if I tried to
remove them from him by legal means, he might deny any cruelty and accuse
the two
of lying. It was unfortunate that after more than a week there was little or
no sign of
the beatings he had given them. I could just make out a slight weal here and
there, but
they would be unlikely to hold up as evidence. Besides, any suggestion that
I had
examined their naked bodies without a doctor being present would have given
the
foster father ample ammunition for a charge of paedophilia. It appeared that
his main
reason for fostering was the payment he received from the local authority,
but it was
also possible that the people who had decided to place the children with him
might be
persuaded that he, being a serious churchgoer, was incapable of the cruelty
which the
children claimed to have suffered. It would also absolve them from a charge
of crass
stupidity by sending them there in the first place.
I decided that I would have to put the problem to a friendly lawyer and ask
his advice.
In the meantime I would keep quiet about the presence of the children at my
home. I
was fortunate in that my house was in a sparsely-populated area; there were
no nosy
neighbours to cause problems, and in any case my wife and I had always been
somewhat reclusive, so that anyone seeing the children would naturally
assume that
they were my own.
I told them that they could live with me for as long as I could put up with
them, that
as long as they were here they would never suffer any more inhuman or
corporal
punishment, and if they behaved themselves reasonably I could probably "put
up with
them" for a long time. One immediate problem was that they both stank like
polecats,
having been living close to rubbish bins and being unable to wash properly.
So on
arrival at my home and before anything else, I ran the bath and almost threw
them in.
No serious objections; they felt much better as soon as they were in the
water.
To make sure that all the accumulated grime was removed, I decided to do the

washing personally. When it came to the pubic area I was a bit concerned
about the
current hysteria regarding paedophiles, so I suggested that they might
prefer to wash
those parts themselves. But neither was concerned that I would hurt them,
and both
asked me to complete the task myself. Neil was obviously more than happy
that I was
touching his penis, and when I pulled back the foreskin to wash his little
helmet he
proved his pleasure by sporting an erection. Susie noticed and giggled.
"That's what
happened when the four of us played doctor," she said. "Both boys' willies
got stiff,
and we all played with them until their Dad caught us." I smiled and
recalled my own
childhood, when such games were quite common. I told them that such actions
were
not only normal among children, but in my opinion were quite healthy in that
they
helped in learning the important facts of life.
My house had a spare bedroom with only a double bed, so I told the children
that they
would have to sleep together until I could provide something better. In
fact, they were
quite used to sleeping in the same bed; they had done so all their short
lives apart
from their time in the foster home. So I dried them, noting that they now
smelled as
sweet as any other kids, and put them to bed. I had no night-clothes for
them of
course, so it was birthday suits by default. Again, they had always slept
like that, they
told me, except at the foster home.
They were obviously uncertain as to what I would allow them to do,
particularly in
the light of their last punishment. I suspected that they enjoyed playing
with each
other's sex organs, and I said again that it was a normal part of childhood.
As far as I
was concerned, anything of that nature that wasn't the result of forced
attentions was
fully acceptable. I warned them that not everyone agreed with my opinion,
and there
would always be a child-protection officer somewhere who would try to force
a
different opinion on anyone who would listen. They should keep quiet about
anything
sexual that happened in my house, else they may be removed from my care.
I went out of the room for a quick pee, and when I returned I found the two
on top of
their bed, 69-fashion, examining and then licking each other's pubic area. I
told them
that they looked like lovers about to start sexual intercourse, and received
a puzzled
look from both. "What's that, Uncle Andy?" asked Neil.
"Sexual intercourse is the full name for what most people just describe as
having sex,
fucking, shagging, and many other names I can't think of at the moment."
They were both eager to know everything that happened during sex, so I said,
"I'll
describe it completely tomorrow, but now it's nearly two o'clock and time
for sleep."
I would have read them a story to settle them, but I had no children's books
in the
house. I told them that we would go to the library and borrow some. I put
the
children's clothes in the washing machine, then went to bed.
      *
I was woken by Neil and Susie after what seemed like only a few minutes'
sleep, but
the clock told me that it was just after 10 in the morning. The sight of two
naked little
children, coupled with my usual morning tendency towards an erection, caused
my
penis to rise to its maximum. I wanted to stay in bed, but my bladder told
me I
couldn't, so I had to get out of bed and run to the toilet. Both youngsters
saw what I
had between my legs, and their looks were mainly of interest. When I
returned, they
were still there. My erection had half-subsided, but Neil's had intensified.
I looked at
it with interest of my own, and so did Susie.
"Yours is a lot bigger than mine," said Neil.
"Of course. I'm an adult and you're a child. Yours will grow when you start
to
become a man in a few years."
"Susie sucks mine sometimes," he announced. "It feels lovely when she does
that."
I sat on the bed and looked carefully at both of them. "Have you seen a
grown man's
willy before?" I asked.
They looked slightly uncomfortable at my question, as if struggling with the
thought
of breaking a confidence. In the end, Neil came to a decision. "Our Dad used
to play
with our willies," he said. "And when he came home drunk he would try to put
his
willy in our bottoms. He couldn't because it was huge, much bigger than
yours."
Thanks for nothing, I thought. No man likes to think that his penis is below
average
size, but by definition half of them must be just that. I wasn't too
bothered, at six
inches, but it sounded as though their father sported a big truncheon. I
thought it
wouldn't do him much good in his current abode - there would be plenty of
nastier
inmates who would treat him as a temporary woman.
Then I realised that the two kids must have made a promise to their Dad that
they
wouldn't tell anyone about their sexual adventures. I assumed that, although
they
didn't want to break a promise, their father's murder of their mother had
released
them from further obligation. It also assured me that they were good at
keeping a
secret.
I decided to start their sex education immediately. I explained the
principle of
conception, how the sperm arrives at the egg, and where eggs and sperm come
from. I
also told them the correct clinical names for their sex organs and then some
of the
more common names, such as cock, dick, cunt, snatch, etc.
"Does that mean I put my dick into Susie's snatch?" asked Neil.
"Well, what it actually means is that a man puts his dick into a woman's
snatch, or
more correctly puts his penis into her vagina, but children aren't expected
to do those
things. In any case, you'll probably find that your dick is too short to
make much of
an entrance."
Neil looked very disappointed, but wanted to try. I told him about certain
restrictions
regarding incest, and attempted to explain the reasons. They both looked
slightly
puzzled when I mentioned that it was the probable reason for the existence
of the
"village idiot" of earlier eras, and for the persistence of haemophilia in
some seriously
inbred royal families. I also thought that most of the information probably
went way
over their heads, but I hoped that some of it would stick.
Susie wanted to know if she would have eggs inside her like a hen's, so I
had to
explain that not all eggs were of the same size, and hers were microscopic.
Neil
wanted to know what sperm looked like, and if he could produce it. He
expressed his
disappointment when I told him that he wouldn't produce any for a few years,
until he
started growing hair around his genitals and his penis grew much larger.
However,
Susie already had inside her all the eggs she would ever produce. "It's not
fair," said
Neil. I pointed out that, fair or not, it was biological fact and that he
had to accept it.
"Can you make sperm?" was Neil's next question.
"Of course," I replied, "All grown men can, unless they have a medical
problem."
"Can I see your sperm?" was the rejoinder, which didn't surprise me at all.
I had to think carefully before replying. I didn't want to appear prudish,
but I was
aware of the possible consequences should either of the children speak out
of turn.
Susie must have sensed my indecision and the reason for it, because she
reminded me
that although their father had tried to bugger both of them, they had never
blown the
whistle, and they only told me because they considered me a prospective
guardian.
I told them I would think about it, but now it was time for breakfast,
shopping and a
host of other things. Their clothes were dry, having been overnight in the
washing
machine with its tumble dryer, so we would go into the nearby town and get
them
some new clothes. Susie, being female, was delighted at the prospect, and
even Neil
seemed reasonably interested. I suspected that they hadn't had anything new
for a
long time.
We went shopping, visited the library, had our lunch at a restaurant, and
finally
returned home, where I collapsed exhausted into a chair. The two kids were
not even
breathing hard, and I reflected on the advancing problems of old age for a
29-year-
old. They sat one on each knee and switched on the TV to watch the
children's
afternoon cartoons. Neil's position astride my thigh almost guaranteed him
an
erection, and it duly appeared. Susie noticed it and started giggling. She
reached over
and squeezed it, which caused a similar giggle from Neil. When I noticed, I
decided to
give it a squeeze myself, which delighted both of them. They glanced at each
other
with an unspoken signal that both understood, and they went upstairs without
a word,
leaving me wondering what was happening.
They didn't re-appear after several minutes, so I decided to go and check on
them.
They were in their bedroom, trousers and knickers removed and lying on the
bed in
the same 69 position that I had noticed the previous night (or rather, at
two o'clock
that morning). "I don't have any objection to what you're doing," I reminded
them,
"but if you would care to wait until after you've bathed this evening I'll
show you
some much more exciting things, things you've probably never thought of."
That tickled their interest, and they quickly replaced their lower garments
and
followed me downstairs.
After the evening meal, I sat them on my lap and read them a story from one
of the
library books. Although they were enjoying the story, I could tell that
their minds
were not wholly applied to it, and when I had finished they both jumped up
and
declared that it was bath-time. So that's the attraction, I thought. I knew
then that I
had a pair of potential junior sex-maniacs to deal with.
I asked them both to have a poo and to undress while I ran the bath for
them. They
both looked slightly bemused at my request, but I told them that all would
be clear
later. They used the upstairs and downstairs toilets to honour my request,
then their
clothes disappeared into the laundry basket. I put both children in the bath
and began
to wash them. I asked each in turn to bend over so that I could wash their
bottoms
properly after they had done their business, and they complied. When I told
them I
needed to wash inside their bottoms they were even more puzzled, but went
along
with my requirements. A probing finger received varying responses, but after

completion they both looked quite happy.
Then I dried them and sent them into their bedroom while I emptied the bath,
cleaned
up and fetched a tube of KY jelly from the bathroom cabinet. In the bedroom,
I
decided that this time I would take an active part in the proceedings. Since
they were
both wearing their birthday suits, I changed into mine, and the three of us
sat on their
bed wearing nothing but happy smiles. First and foremost, I showed Susie the
best
way to suck Neil's penis, with a practical demonstration that made him gasp.
I
showed her how to roll the tongue around the periphery of the helmet, then
how to
take the whole apparatus, scrotum included, into her mouth. I also pointed
out that she
would be unable to do that with an adult because of size incompatibility,
but she may
as well get used to providing the maximum amount of pleasure possible.
While giving the blow-job, I demonstrated to her the sensitivity of the
anus, and also
how to insert a KY-lubricated finger into the rectum to massage the
prostate. Neil
expressed enormous pleasure at this latter activity, and I told him that it
would feel
even better when his prostate was mature and producing seminal fluid.
"Ugh! Putting a finger in someone's bum is gross!" declared Susie.
"Not always," I said. "When you're enjoying sex foreplay like this, many of
your
inhibitions just disappear. Anyway, I've just cleaned out both your
bottoms." I could
see the sudden understanding on their faces as to the reason for my curious
request
prior to bathing, and my even stranger behaviour while washing them.
Both children noticed that while I had been sucking Neil's penis, my own had
grown
a considerable erection. Susie asked if she could touch it, and I enjoyed
the delightful
feeling that a young child's hand can produce. She then suggested that she
might
perform the indicated blow-job on me rather than on Neil, and life suddenly
became
much sweeter. Her unschooled tongue produced some beautiful sensations, and
Neil
watched her closely. I mentioned that my bum wasn't as clean as theirs, so
it would
not be a good idea to insert a finger into me. Neil decided that he wanted
to try giving
me a blow-job, and my helmet was treated to the delight of a second
eight-year-old
mouth. I didn't want to terminate proceedings by ejaculating too soon, so I
reluctantly
called a halt to that particular lesson, bringing frowns to two junior
faces.
Their disappointment was short-lived, however, when with the aid of a mirror
I
pointed out to both of them the important visible features of Susie's
reproductive
organs. Then I laid her down on her back and started to demonstrate
cunnilingus on
her. I traced my tongue from her vagina to her immature clitoris and back
again,
drawing noises of appreciation from her. I inserted my tongue into her
vagina,
savouring the sweet juices that had started to appear. Then my tongue moved
down to
her anus and I performed a similar action, resulting in a gasp from Susie.
She was
clearly enjoying every second of this.
 "You see, Neil, that her bottom is as important a part of sexual enjoyment
as the rest
of her. That goes for you too. In fact, it's even more important for you, as
you have a
prostate to be massaged. You've already found out what a lovely feeling that
is." I
pointed out that a man's penis and a woman's vulva served the dual purpose
of
excretion and sexual pleasure, and that the same applied to their bottoms.
I continued by sucking Susie's immature clitoris and inserting a lubricated
massaging
finger in each of her holes. Her eyes closed, her breathing increased and
she started
shuddering as my massaging action increased. Neil was a little alarmed at
that,
thinking that I may have been hurting his much-loved twin sister, but I
assured him
that her shuddering was due to extreme pleasure rather than pain. I told him
that if he
did the same thing to her, she would love him forever, even more than she
already
did. He smiled happily and returned to his sucking action on my penis.
It was time to conclude today's lesson, so I told them I would produce my
semen and
they could see what happened during ejaculation. I lay down on my back,
Neil
continued his sucking and I told him to rub his hand up and down my shaft.
This he
did, and just before ejaculation I withdrew from his mouth and let my semen
shoot on
to my stomach. As I expected, they were both fascinated and I suggested that
they
have a taste of it. They both did, and both pronounced that it tasted quite
nice. Susie
decided to perform a cleaning action and licked some of it off my stomach.
Neil, not
to be outdone, completed the clean-up. I then told them that they had just
indulged in
the beginning of sex and that more would follow another day.
Then it was time for sleep, so I tucked them in and kissed them goodnight.
Susie
threw her arms round my neck and said that at last they could live with
someone who
loved them. Feeling happy that I had done something worthwhile, I switched
off their
light, dressed and went downstairs.
I spent the rest of the evening on the internet, attempting to find guidance
regarding
our particular situation, but drew a blank everywhere. I made a mental note
to call my
solicitor friend the next day, and with very tired eyes went to bed.
      *
The next morning's lie-in was interrupted by a pair of excited children
climbing into
bed with me. I mused that I would have to get used to such disturbances,
then tried to
go back to sleep. That turned out to be a complete waste of effort, because
I found
that my morning erection was being fondled by two small hands. Then, before
I could
raise a protest they both threw back the duvet and adopted a 69 position,
one each side
of me, with their heads at my crotch and their crotches near my chest.
Susie's mouth
clamped over my glans and she began sucking in earnest. Her tongue explored
all
round it, while Neil was licking my scrotum. I decided to give up any
semblance of
protest and enjoy the proceedings. I stroked Susie's clitoris with one hand,
then
fingered her vagina, making her wriggle with pleasure. With the other hand I

masturbated Neil's two-inch penis. I told him to move his crotch towards my
mouth,
and I started sucking his little cock as Susie was sucking mine. This
all-round
pleasure continued until I felt the familiar pre-ejaculation feeling, and
warned Susie of
what was about to happen. She ignored the warning and I soon found myself
pumping
semen into her throat. She completed the morning delight by licking off any
remaining goo from the helmet of a rapidly diminishing weapon, then declared
that
she had enjoyed the first course of her breakfast. Neil decided that he
would take his
turn at the next opportunity.
A morning routine that was standard in most households followed. The
children
dressed in their new clothes and looked very proud, I threw on some
undistinguished
slacks and a sweater, then we all headed downstairs to eat and to start the
new day.
Fortunately, school holidays had just begun, so there was no need for
concern about
schooling  at the moment.
I called my solicitor friend and explained the situation in detail (except,
of course, the
practical sex-education lessons). He advised me that there were ways of
proving the
foster-father's cruelty without resorting to physical examination, and he
agreed that it
would probably be fruitless anyway after so many days. He concluded by
saying that
he would contact a close friend who was a member of a child welfare
organisation
specialising in such cases and informed me that child cruelty of this nature
was much
more widespread than I would have expected. He said that the adviser would
need to
talk to the children to form an opinion which would weigh heavily in any
court case. I
suggested that my recently-acquired status as a widower might be a
disadvantage, but
he said that as long as I could show that I was capable of looking after the
children
properly, their wishes would be given the strongest consideration. In his
experienced
opinion I had nothing to worry about. After the call I gave the children the
gist of the
conversation; they were equally happy that they had finally landed on their
feet after a
traumatic year.
A few days later the weather turned very wet, so that there was no desire
for any
outdoor activity. I decided to take them to a local children's show, where
they happily
joined in the fun and games while I watched, as proud as any father of
twins. The
hostess was Christina, a lady I had known for a few years; we happened to
have been
born on the same day and she had been my partner on several occasions at my
local
Bridge club. She acknowledged me with a smile, and while an entertainer was
showing the kids his dexterity with multicoloured balloons, she and I
chatted. After
two years' marriage, she had recently suffered a harrowing divorce action
due to her
husband being caught dealing drugs in a big way; he would be a guest of Her
Majesty's prison service for several more years. Christina had been vilified
by the
lace-knickers brigade of a criminals' rights organisation, saying that her
husband had
been punished enough and her duty was to stand by him. She blew them a very
loud
raspberry and proceeded with the divorce, ignoring their protests in the
local media.
Letters in those newspapers had been almost totally on her side; members of
the local
population were not too keen on the purveyors of addiction and death to
their
children. I then explained my situation regarding my late wife and the
sudden
acquisition of a pair of twins; she sympathised and was interested almost in
the same
breath. I commented that Mr Holt and her ex-husband could perhaps be sharing
the
same sub-standard accommodation.
When the children returned after the entertainment, Tina was still with me
and I made
the introductions. She gave me a glowing reference and I invited her to join
us for a
meal, which she happily accepted, whereupon the children decided to address
her as
"Auntie Tina". For a few hours we became, to outward appearances at least, a

standard English family as Tina joined us for a walk around the town, then
it was time
to exchange addresses and phone numbers and head to our separate homes.
Contrary to the usual behaviour expected of children, the approach of
bath-time and
bedtime caused excitement rather than gloom. They decided to empty their
bowels
without my requesting it, needed no encouragement to get into the bath, and
of course
insisted that I should wash them. Anticipating a further evening's
entertainment, they
wanted a similar wash to the previous evening, which I was happy to provide.
Then it was time for a continuation of their practical sex education.
Fetching the KY,
I reiterated my previous comment that the anus was an integral part of
sexual
enjoyment, and I laid them both on the bed, on their backs with their legs
wide apart. I
licked both nether regions for a few minutes, which caused immediate
erections for
both Neil and myself. I decided at that moment that I would take both anal
cherries
that evening. I told Susie that I would start with Neil, so I laid him on
his back, placed
a pillow under his bottom, then lubricated his anus and my hands. In this
position it
was easy to access both his anus and his erect penis, so I inserted first
one finger, then
two and finally three in his rectum. He was experiencing a small degree of
discomfort
until I told him to try to push my fingers out the way they had come in.
This caused an
immediate relaxation of the anal sphincter and his discomfort eased
considerably.
Susie was watching intently, and I suggested that she start sucking his
little dickie to
give additional stimulation.
Having achieved a satisfactory opening to Neil's bowels, I removed my
fingers,
applied more KY and started to insert my penis. It slid in with very little
effort on my
part and almost no discomfort to Neil. In fact, he showed his pleasure by
sighing
heavily and his breathing rate increased. Susie redoubled her sucking
efforts, which
drove Neil almost to the point of orgasm, and when I started massaging the
inner
walls of his rectum with the flange of my penis he bucked severely and
uttered
animal-like noises. His anal sphincter began squeezing my penis, causing me
so much
pleasure that I could not avoid ejaculating, and I coated his bowel walls
with several
spurts of semen. Susie noticed with obvious interest that his excitement was
due to
my pumping in and out of his bottom, and declared that she couldn't wait for
me to
give her the same treatment. I told her that although a woman could enjoy
many
orgasms during a session of intercourse, a man can only have one before he
needs
time to recover; she accepted this disappointment stoically. I suggested to
Neil that he
had better expel the semen in case it made a mess on the bedsheets, so he
went to sit
on the toilet, and while he was doing that I cleaned my weapon of any of his
ordure
that might remain. When we returned I decided to sit with them and read them
a fairly
long story to assist my recovery.
The two sat on either side of me and I put an arm around both of them. I
rested the
book on my lap and they took turns at turning the pages. As I was
approaching the
end of the story, Susie decided to be naughty and she slid her hand under
the book to
fondle my penis, which earned her a growl of disapproval, then a kiss to
make up for
it. But my penis took note of the intrusion and reacted by rising to the
occasion; I
knew that I was as ready as I would ever be for the next instalment of
practical sex
instruction.
Depositing the book on the floor, I told Susie to kneel with her bottom high
and her
shoulders low so that I would have easy access to both her delightful little
holes. I
anointed her anus and my glans with a liberal coating of KY, remembering an
adage
that I had read somewhere: "too much is not enough". As with Neil, I gently
inserted
first one finger, then two, then three in her anus, exhorting her to bear
down as if she
were constipated. Any discomfort soon vanished, and she was ready for the
big deal. I
replaced fingers with helmet and began pushing it into her bowels. When the
helmet
was fully inserted, I waited for her anal sphincter to get used to the
stretching. She
indicated her readiness by reaching behind me and pulling me towards her.
Slowly the
mutton dagger penetrated the most private part of her body to its full
depth, and
slowly she grew to appreciate the feeling. I told Neil to insert a finger
into her vagina
at the same time as I was pumping in and out, and her pleasure increased by
the
second. Soon her anal sphincter performed similar contractions to those of
Neil, and
my own pleasure increased exponentially. Within seconds I was giving her the
same
dosage as I had given her that morning at the other end of her digestive
tract.
Completely exhausted, I lay along her back and cuddled her lovely little
body while
her brother's finger continued its in-and-out action in her vagina. She was
wriggling
with pleasure, and I was licking the back of her neck to cause further
arousal. She
gave a huge shudder; Neil removed his hand just in time as she collapsed
full length
on the bed, causing my now softened penis to fall out of her anus. As the
three of us
lay quietly resting, I fondled Neil's little cocklet and was rewarded with
an erection. I
motioned him to bring it to my mouth and I licked and sucked him gently
while the
three of us lay in a blissful twilight world. To conclude the evening's
entertainment, I
reminded Susie that she needed to get rid of all the semen which I had just
deposited
in her so as to avoid an uncomfortable mess on the sheets, and I washed the
traces of
her ordure from the organ which had given her so much pleasure.
While I was wondering what we were going to do for the rest of the evening,
then the
phone rang. It was Tina, telling me how much she had enjoyed our day
together,
especially with the children whom she found delightful. This was an obvious
invitation to further the relationship, and I was quite pleased with the
thought. She
was getting fed up with spending her evenings alone, and wondered if we
might
consider being lonely together one evening. The presence of the children in
the house
precluded any thought of going out (which I probably would have done had
they not
been there), so I suggested that she might like to come round to mine in
about an
hour, giving me time to bath and clear the mess which young children always
seem to
leave behind. "Just right," she said, "I'll be there." I told the children
about it and they
hurried to get dressed.
I had just managed to finish dressing myself when the doorbell rang. Neil
answered
the door and Tina appeared, receiving a hug from the two of them; I noticed
that she
was surprised and pleased at their open friendliness. She sat down with us
in the
lounge, and Neil sat on her lap, Susie on mine. Neil, with all the gentle
finesse of a
navvy's sledgehammer, asked Tina if we were going to get married. When
Tina's
laughter subsided, she explained that we had only just met as friends, and
things like
that couldn't be decided at short notice. Neil looked slightly abashed, but
was
consoled with a kiss from Tina. "Thank you for asking," she said with a
wink. We all
chatted for a while, then I decided that the children needed to go to bed
because I had
a surprise for them the next day. I explained to Tina that they had already
bathed and
were about to go to bed when she called, so I let them stay up for a while.
Tina looked concerned that she might have caused some disruption, but the
children
were adamant that they wanted her there, also that they wanted her to join
me in
putting them to bed. So we all went upstairs to their bedroom, and they were
totally
unabashed as they undressed in front of the two of us. They went off to
clean their
teeth, still unconcerned at their nakedness, then returned and jumped into
bed. If Tina
was embarrassed, she showed no sign of it. We kissed both children goodnight
and
went downstairs. As I was leaving the room and switching the light off, I
heard one of
them whisper loudly, "Do you think they will . . . ." I didn't need to hear
the rest of
the question.
Seated in the lounge, Tina said "I didn't know you had two children. I can't
get over
how adorable they are." I couldn't let that go without telling her the
truth, and when I
reached the part about their foster father's inhuman punishment, she was so
angry that
she almost wept. I agreed with her that he deserved to be locked up, but
that he would
probably escape with no sanction at all. She said that as far as she knew,
all children
experimented by playing doctor; it was a normal part of growing up. And she
said
with a smile that they were both at their loveliest when dressed in the
clothes in which
they were born. Then I told her of our meeting, and she said with relief
that they
couldn't have been "caught" by a better man. "I can't fault your assessment
of my
character," I said and we both dissolved into laughter.
Then we moved to a more serious topic - the children's future. She was a
primary-
school teacher, so she was very concerned about their education. As luck
would have
it, their escape from hell had occurred just after the summer holidays had
started, so
they hadn't missed anything important educationally. I mentioned the name of
my
solicitor friend, Walter Green, and she knew him slightly. She undertook to
have a
quiet word with him, also with the child welfare adviser, whom she knew only
by his
solid reputation. She was intending to go through my harrowing narrative
while
taking notes, but I told her that Walter had already done that so she
decided to rely on
his notes. I said I would phone him in the morning to introduce her as
another
seriously concerned person.
All too soon it was time for her to leave. I did think of inviting her to
stay for
breakfast, but then decided that such an invitation might be unacceptable on
our first
day of meeting - there would be many more such days in the near future, I
was sure.
As she left, she gave me a quick and sisterly kiss on the cheek. Well, that
was a good
start, wasn't it?
      *
As I was preparing to retire for the night, I looked in on the children, and
was
surprised to see an empty bed. I thought they might be hiding from me, so I
decided to
call their bluff and just leave them to their little joke. Then when I went
to my own
bed I saw two little heads on my pillow, both sound asleep. I didn't have
the heart to
wake them and send them to their own bed, so I just undressed and got into
bed with
them next to Neil, who murmured in his sleep and draped an arm across my
middle.
I was soon asleep and dreaming of a beautiful naked girl sucking my cock.
When I
finally awoke next morning I discovered that the "beautiful girl" of my
dreams was in
fact Neil, who was determined to receive his share of semen for breakfast. I
looked
under the duvet and discovered that Susie was sucking Neil's cock at the
same time.
Such depravity, I thought. Then I recalled that I was the one who had
started it all,
albeit with a pair of very willing students. Neil continued his delicious
sucking, and
he was unsurprised that I soon delivered the liquid he was seeking. He
smiled as my
body continued jerking a few times because Susie was fingering my bum. I
rolled
over on my front and they took turns at licking my anus. This must be the
path to
heaven, I thought, or possibly to hell.
After they were both satisfied we all decided to get up and get dressed. The
children
remembered that I had dropped a hint about an outing today and wanted to
know
where. I told them that they would find out as soon as we had bought buckets
and
spades. Their joy at a seaside outing was unconfined, but they reminded me
that they
didn't have any swimsuits. No problem, I said, I'd rather they didn't wear
any, but
we'd better stop in town and buy some. So we collected towels and any other
requirements we could think of, then set off in the car to the railway
station in town
via a shop that sold swimsuits.
I had just parked the car when Tina called me on my mobile phone and said
she had a
meeting planned with Walter Green the next day, and would I like to be
present? I
said that it would be sensible for me to attend, and I would bring the
children as well.
Then I told her where we were about to go, and Susie piped up, "Please come
with us,
Auntie Tina." Tina heard the comment and hesitated a little; I guessed that
she was
thinking it may be a little too early and things were in danger of moving
too fast in
our relationship. But then Neil added his voice to the request, and she
asked me if I
thought it would be wise. I had no doubt at all - her presence was requested
and in no
uncertain terms. I decided that we would collect her before shopping for
costumes, so
we drove to her house where she was ready by the time we arrived.
I invited Tina to supervise the children's purchase of swimsuits, then I
paid for them
and we left for the station. It turned out that a family of two adults and
two or three
children could travel for almost the same price as a single adult, so that
Tina's
presence, surprisingly, gave a saving in fares. "I hope you and your family
enjoy
yourselves by the sea, sir," said the booking office clerk politely. Being
quite unused
to this level of courtesy, we thanked him with a smile. The children were
overjoyed at
the prospect of their first ever rail journey.
The day at the seaside proved exciting for the children and relaxing for
Tina and me.
With a de-rigeur knotted handkerchief on my head, I looked a picture of
idiocy and
the other three agreed with chuckles all round. The kids built and destroyed
sand-
castles, we all ate several ice creams and we lunched on fish and chips.
Walking
hand-in-hand along the prom with buckets swinging we looked just like any
normal
family. Tina smiled at me and said she could get used to this sort of life,
with which
sentiment I could only agree.
Then it was time to go home. The journey was uneventful and the children
were
subdued due to tiredness. Tina and I sat together and she quietly held my
hand. I
lodged no objection, so that was our posture for the remainder of the
journey home. I
offered to return Tina to her home, but the children raised strong
objections; they
wanted her to put them to bed as the previous evening. A raised eyebrow and
a smile
from Tina said it all; no spoken answer was required. When I suggested
quietly to
Tina that she might like to stay a little longer than an evening, her answer
was to
request a stop at her house to collect some overnight requisites. The
children were
disappointed when we drove to her home; they thought I was leaving her
there. When
she returned to the car with an overnight bag, they gave a little cheer. If
she hadn't
guessed before that her feet were firmly under the table, she knew now.
We arrived home with two knackered eight-year-olds. Although it was only
just past 7
o'clock they needed their bedtime. Tina and I bathed them, Neil sporting his

customary erection, to Tina's amusement. They knew instinctively that there
would
be no sexual activity that evening, and they were tired enough to be able to
do
without. When we put them to bed there was scarcely a murmur as goodnight
cuddles
and kisses were exchanged, and they were asleep within minutes.
Tina and I went downstairs and sat quietly together on the settee,
discussing the day's
events. We agreed that this kind of life was far and away the best possible
for both of
us; we weren't getting any younger (at 29!) and that life together would be
far
superior to life apart. Although we couldn't think of a commitment as firm
as
marriage just yet, our mutual companionship dictated that something closer
would be
more than welcome. We knew that the children's approval was a cast-iron
certainty
and we concluded the discussion by agreeing to think about any further
strengthening
of the relationship. Then it was time for bed. Neither of us was at all
prudish; we
decided to bath together and to just let nature take its course. We washed
each other,
particularly the parts that most interested each other. Tina's boobs were
not very big,
but each was a nice handful. She had been considering surgical enhancement
and was
surprised when I declared that it might jeopardise our relationship. She
didn't know
whether or not I was serious and I didn't enlighten her, but she realised
that I would
be very unhappy at such disfigurement. I told her that I preferred all such
things
totally natural. I was glad she hadn't shaved or trimmed her pussy, but she
didn't
know that I already had total access to another naturally bald one.
I had no condoms, (my late wife had been infertile due to her cancer) but
Tina assured
me that she was on the pill, so no precautions were required. When we got
into bed,
she asked me to be gentle as she hadn't had any sex for the past year; her
marriage
had been falling apart for that long. I assured her that I had never been a
cave-man
type and that the most important part of sex for me was my partner's
pleasure. I
started by gently stroking her pubic hair while licking her nipples, then as
her legs
parted almost involuntarily my finger moved imperceptibly to her clitoris.
She gave a
little squeal as the erecting nubbin emerged from its protective hood and
met my
warm finger.
I continued to diddle her clitoris for several minutes while licking and
then sucking
her nipples; I could tell that her pleasure was slowly heading towards a
climax. I
didn't want to give her an orgasm so soon, so I moved my finger downwards to
her
vagina. There I encountered an increasing amount of natural lubrication, so
I inserted
the finger gently, followed by a second. I decided not to insert a third at
that time, but
slowly moved the two in and out, massaging the first inch or two of her
vagina. Then
my thumb found its way to her clitoris and her excitement grew again. Her
back
arched, her legs spread wide and she gasped loudly; she was experiencing her
first
orgasm for at least a year.
When the orgasm subsided, I rotated myself in the bed to a 69 position and
started to
apply my tongue to her clitoris, working my fingers in her vagina as before.
This time
she took hold of my penis and started licking, then sucking. With my other
hand I
tentatively stroked her anus, being prepared to abandon it if she indicated
a dislike if
anal contact. But her anus widened, inviting me to insert the finger, which
I did. I
inserted it to the first knuckle, but her pelvic floor muscles tightened,
indicating that
she wanted more. At this stage I had my tongue on her clitoris, two fingers
in her
vagina and one finger in her rectum; she was well on the way to another
orgasm.
Her sucking action on my penis intensified and I needed to withdraw it to
prevent my
own climax, but she insisted and I didn't have the courage to withdraw
further. I shot
my semen into her willing mouth, she continued licking my helmet until my
erection
subsided totally. I continued with my own stimulation of her pudenda until
she
reached her orgasm, then we rested in that position for what seemed hours,
but was
probably only a few minutes.
We were startled by a little voice that asked "Were you having sex?" and
there stood
Neil and Susie, looking angelic in their birthday suits. I looked at Tina
and she burst
out laughing. My immediate fears disappeared; I couldn't have known whether
or not
she approved of children seeing adults "on the job". But she beckoned them
towards
us, and they happily climbed on to the bed. They were both intrigued at
Tina's breasts
and her hirsute pussy; I told them that Susie would grow both
characteristics in a few
years' time. She looked doubtfully at her own bald little snatch, as if
trying to imagine
a similar growth there.
"No, we weren't actually having sex, although we getting close to it before
you two
interrupted," said Tina. "How much do they know about the subject?" she
asked me,
and I was left in a quandary. I decided to be as open as I dared without
admitting any
penetration. I told her that we had touched and fully examined each other in
the
interests of education. By way of an answer she grasped Neil's penis,
retracted the
foreskin, massaged it to erection and then gave it a little suck. Then she
leaned
towards Susie, spread her legs and kissed and licked her little open snatch.

"I think we should let them watch us doing it, and then maybe join in
later," she said,
"I've never understood the notion that children should be protected from sex
matters,
and I fully support their involvement as long as they don't suffer any
gratuitous pain."
I assured her that sadism and associated evils had no place in either my
thoughts or
my home. However, I was unfortunately hors de combat, having just given Tina
a
semen supper. I suggested that since the bed was a super-kingsize with
plenty of room
for all four of us, that we should spend what was left of the night
together. So Tina
and I selected the outside of the bed, with Neil sleeping on Tina's side and
Susie on
mine. I guessed that Neil's penis had not seen the last of Tina's
attentions, and I loved
the thought; Susie's lovely little snatch would also be receiving more than
its normal
share of action. But on the way to sleep I reminded myself that she was
still
technically a virgin, and we would all have to discuss whether she wanted to
remain
that way. Sleep overcame me while I was deciding that there were definitely
worse
ways to live.
      *
I was trying to understand why the rail compartment in which the four of us
were
travelling to the seaside was suddenly bouncing up and down when I realised
that it
was only a dream, and that Neil was in the throes of a blow-job from Tina.
The sun
was streaming through a crack in the curtains, and I decided that Susie,
with one arm
thrown over my stomach, should remain asleep until waking naturally. So I
lay there
quietly while waiting for Tina to return to a normal resting position. When
her head
rested on the pillow, she looked across at me with a questioning look. I
reassured her
with a smile, and she relaxed a little. I murmured that Neil could take as
many blow-
jobs as he was given, and that I hoped his penis tasted as nice to her as to
me; that
statement caused her to relax completely. Then I noticed the look on her
face change
to one of surprise, quickly followed by a smile of satisfaction. I looked
under the
duvet and saw that Neil was returning the compliment to her. He was between
her
legs and was playing with her pussy. I reached across and stroked her
breast; that
brought a further sigh of contentment.
I looked down at Susie and was rewarded with a lovely smile, she wrapped her
arms
and legs around me, sighed and closed her eyes again. I reached down and
stroked her
anus; "Mmm," she said and kissed my chest. I whispered to Tina that the card
game
of Happy Families could have been modelled on our current situation.
We dozed for another hour, then it was time to be up and about. Our meeting
with
Walter Green was scheduled for 11 o'clock and there was much to do by way of

preparation. The most important requirement was for Tina and I to ensure
that the
children said nothing about our sexual adventures. They both declared that
they were
fully capable of keeping such a very important secret, and they knew that
the result of
any slip-up could mean prison for Tina and myself and a return to a foster
home for
them. Just the thought of such a fate was enough to chill the air for a few
seconds. But
then Tina reminded them that they were living in a family where love was the
most
important commodity, and she fully expected that they would grow up in a
completely
normal family atmosphere.
We arrived at Walter Green's office and were introduced to James Lindale,
the
adviser from the children's protection office. He looked questioningly at
Walter,
having previously understood that our instant family was without a mother,
but Tina
assured him that she was about to join the family and was looking forward to

accepting all responsibilities of motherhood. At that, Neil smiled at her
and slipped
his hand in hers; Mr Lindale noticed the action and smiled in turn.
Walter asked me if I objected to the meeting being recorded on video; I
looked
towards Tina, received her nod of assent and stated my agreement. I started
by telling
of the way in which I first met Neil at the motorway service area, then the
children
were asked to describe their life in the foster home in detail after being
advised that
their description may be shown to police and/or child protection
authorities. The
interview began; all the adults smiled at Susie's description of "playing
doctor", but
then the smiles turned to frowns of anger when she described the punishment
they
received. The children confirmed that they had not been sexually abused, but
they
were frightened of the thought that they may be returned there. When they
had
finished their story to date, Mr Lindale stated that he had already
interviewed David
and Julia, the foster father's two children, and that the two stories
tallied as accurately
as could be expected. Their father had protested that Neil and Susie were
"children of
the devil" and that his near-perfect family were well rid of them. Mr
Lindale made it
clear to us that there would be no more foster children for that family, and
expressed
his satisfaction that Neil and Susie would be able to settle down as part of
a normal
family, which was not always the result in cases like this. He could see no
possible
objection to my being granted wardship of the children, and the meeting
concluded
after both Walter and Mr Lindale had signed and sealed the recorded DVD in a

special envelope which was then locked in the safe.
We decided to have a late lunch at a nearby restaurant and invited Walter to
join us;
he thanked me but regretted that his busy schedule wouldn't allow it.
      *
When we finally returned home, Tina decided that she would have to go to her
house
and collect various items of her wardrobe, amongst other things. I knew that
such
delicacies were very important to a woman. Susie wanted to go with her and
we both
agreed. I suggested that I take her there and she would drive her own car to
my (now
our) house. Fortunately, the house had a double garage, although the space
for the
second car was partly filled with the sort of clutter that most families
accumulate.
Clearing it would be a job for immediate attention, so Neil and I set about
it with
relish. Most of the items could go in the loft, and those that couldn't
would be
transferred either to the garden shed or to the local household waste
disposal facility.
By the time Tina's car arrived there was a space in the garage for her to
park,
although she had to negotiate around a pile of rubbish to get there.
We went indoors for a well-earned rest. Neil took up his by-now favourite
position on
Tina's lap and Susie sat on mine. Tina and I discussed the future some more,
and in
the discussion it appeared more and more that we would get married before
very long.
Susie asked if we would be going on a honeymoon; she had heard that people
did sex-
things at such a time. That gave us a good laugh, and then Susie wondered if
we
would play with each other's bottoms like we were doing the previous night.
Tina
gave her a conspiratorial smile and suggested that she wait and see what
happened
this evening. Of course, neither child was happy to wait that long, but they
decided to
retire to their room, which surprised both of us.
After about half an hour of near-silence from upstairs, I was starting to be
concerned
that the children might be doing something they shouldn't. We decided to
creep
upstairs and check on them. When we opened their door we found them naked on
the
bed and lying in their favourite 69 position. Neil looked up and asked
cheekily, "What
took you so long?"  I gave him a playful smack on the bottom, then noticed
that his
anus was quite wet. I realised that Susie had been licking it, and reflected
that the
children's taste-buds had matured considerably since moving in with me.
We adults both decided that this sort of fun should be enjoyed by all, so we
both
stripped off and the four of us transferred to the huge bed where we had all
slept the
previous night. Neil started by continuing his feasting on Tina's pussy
while Susie
enjoyed her favourite meal of my helmet. While this was going on, Tina
stroked
Susie's anus and received a murmur of approval. Neil noticed and said that
he would
like a finger in his bottom, so Tina reached for the KY, lubricated my
finger and I
obliged.
Tina then suggested that Neil might like something larger in his bottom. She
squeezed
a liberal dosage of KY on to his anus and more on to my glans. She directed
my penis
to his well-lubricated anus and told me that I might have difficulty
obtaining an
entrance. Then I confessed that I had already anointed the bowels of both
children,
and she smacked my bottom and collapsed with laughter when she realised that
her
grand plan had been pre-empted. I decided to forego that particular pleasure
for the
moment in favour of Tina's suggestion that perhaps it was time for a
practical
demonstration of sexual intercourse to the children.
We decided that for purposes of visibilty Tina would be on top, astride me
so that the
children could see from behind what was going on. So Tina suggested that
Neil place
my penis at her vagina and watch the proceedings from his vantage point.
Neil did so,
and when the connection was made he transferred his finger to her anus,
bringing a
sigh of satisfaction. Susie, in the meantime, decided to give her some
clitoral pleasure
and began manipulating it. Tina couldn't believe her luck; she was having
her vagina
fucked by an adult, her anus finger-buggered by a little boy and her
clitoris stimulated
by a little girl, and she was in seventh heaven. To compound the excitement,
she
leaned forward and I was able to suck a nipple. It wasn't long before she
experienced
a massive orgasm - her whole body shook and her vagina squeezed my invading
penis, causing instant ejaculation. After Tina collapsed, the children
sensed that the
moment was over and lay quietly, one each side of us while my penis slowly
softened
and then slipped out of her vagina.
After a few delicious minutes of twilight, I commented that there were now
only two
cavities that my penis had not serviced: Tina's rectum and Susie's vagina.
Tina smiled
and declared that both omissions would soon be rectified. Then she became
more
serious and started wondering if we might perhaps be causing some
psychological
harm to the two children. She pointed out to Susie that a girl can only lose
her
virginity once, and she may prefer to wait and to give it to someone she
really loved.
At that, Susie remarked that there was already someone she really loved
close at hand,
and that took care of any further argument. I kissed both of them, and
reserving a long
lingering kiss for Susie.
We all drifted off to sleep; when we awoke it was nearly tea-time. Tina
donned a
dressing gown and went downstairs to make us all a drink, which she brought
up on a
tray. Neil looked at my penis and suggested that there was food value for
all of us
there, which caused general laughter. Then he took hold of it, drew back the
foreskin
and started licking the helmet. To nobody's surprise, an erection
immediately ensued,
which Susie looked at hungrily.
After we had all finished our drinks, Tina decided that the time had come
for Susie's
entry into womanhood. Susie said that she had experienced and much enjoyed
an
invasion of her bowels, but Tina told her that the feeling of a hard penis
pumping in
her vagina was like no other, and had to be tried to be believed. She said
that when we
started I should lie down on my back so that Susie and I could use the same
position
as Tina and I had done a few hours previously. The main advantage of this
was that
Susie could control the rate of penetration while Tina kept a close eye on
proceedings
to ensure that Susie was not being physically damaged. Although this sounded
a bit
clinical, Tina assured Susie that she would enjoy a feeling that was out of
this world.
Neil was wondering if he would be able to join in, but I assured him that he
would
never be left out. Thus when I lay on my back, ready to take Susie's virgin
flower, I
told Neil to lie on his stomach on top of me with his little pecker to my
mouth so that
I could pleasure both twins at the same time. I was aware that in fact Susie
would
almost be fucking me rather than the reverse, so I was able to devote at
least half my
attention to Neil. I retracted his foreskin prior to taking the whole
assembly, nuts and
all, into my mouth and commenced sucking. In the meantime Tina had applied
lubricant to my glans and to the entrance of Susie's vagina; Susie lowered
herself
gently towards penetration with Tina anxiously supervising and holding my
staff to
place it accurately.
Then came contact, my helmet at heaven's gate and questing for admission.
Slowly it
gained entrance to that wonderful slippery sheath and continued to slide in.
Neil was
in pole position to watch the proceedings while having his little dick
sucked. He could
tell that Susie was experiencing pleasure and pain concurrently, and was
amazed that
the two senses could co-exist. Tina was also watching intently, but she knew
well
enough to leave alone unless Susie's pain became unbearable. My own pleasure
was
increasing, but due to my earlier donation of baby-juice my climax was
considerably
delayed. To heighten Neil's pleasure I took his cock out of my mouth and
transferred
my tongue to his anus. When I licked it he gave a little squeal of joy which
increased
as my tongue pushed further into his rectum.
My ramrod continued its slow progress towards Susie's cervix, and the look
on her
face was wondrous to behold. She made progress in very short steps of less
than an
inch; insertion was painful for her, but resting was pure bliss. At last the
whole rod
was in the beautiful sheath, her bottom was resting on my thighs and her
clitoris on
my pubic hair. There she halted for several minutes, allowing her vagina to
get used
to the new sensation of accommodating my penis. Neil reached forward and
stroked
her clitoris, giving her an extra charge of pleasure.
When she was finally able to move she started to rise, but her strength had
left her
temporarily. I asked Neil to get off me so that I could help her. I laid
Susie down on
the area of my stomach just vacated by Neil, then slowly rolled over until
Susie was
on her back and I was on top. Taking my weight on elbows and knees I slowly
started
to withdraw the instrument of her exquisite torture, then pushed it home
again. She
obviously enjoyed this, so I repeated the action and then started the usual
pumping,
slowly and with short strokes at first, then gradually increasing the speed
and stroke
length. Tina was now the one feeling a little left out, so she lubricated
her finger and
applied it to Susie's anus; this was rewarded with a little squeal of joy.
This
encouraged Tina to penetrate further and finally her whole forefinger was
inserted.
Neil completed the pleasuring of Susie by sucking on her nipple while
rubbing her
clitoris, and Susie could not delay her orgasm any longer. Her eyes glazed
over, her
vagina started to squeeze my penis and her whole body started shaking.
The constriction of Susie's vagina on my penis was enough to initiate my own

orgasm, and I fed her a considerable load of semen. I felt sure that if her
internal sex
organs had been mature she would have been well on the way to conception,
such was
the quantity that I produced. I collapsed on top of Susie; Tina decided to
withdraw her
finger from Susie's rectum and give me a loving kiss. It was obvious that
she was
overjoyed at Susie's pleasure. I looked at Neil and saw that he was equally
pleased; he
loved his sister very much and anything that made her happy was OK by him.
We all rested for a few minutes, then it was time to clean up. Fingers that
had
penetrated bottoms had to be washed, Susie's vagina needed attention to stop
the
semen leaking out at the wrong time; Tina solved that problem by inserting
one of her
tampons. The sight of a piece of string hanging out of Susie's little
pre-pubescent
snatch was comical, and even she laughed when she saw it. But Tina commented
that
although she could laugh now, it wouldn't be all that long before she would
be
needing a few of them per month for thirty years or more.
We decided that the required cleansing was best achieved by bathing. So Tina
and I
bathed Neil and Susie, dried them and then hopped in ourselves. Just before
Tina sat
down in the bath, Susie expressed her fascination with Tina's pubic hair by
stroking
and kissing it. That earned Susie a cuddle and a kiss from Tina.
Finally, we were all clean and tidy. The day was rolling on towards evening
and we
were all getting hungry. I decided that rather than make a meal, we would
all troop off
to MacDonald's for a change; Tina was quite happy with that so long as it
didn't
happen too often. Having filled ourselves with burgers, chips and many other
perhaps
unhealthy things, we returned home to put the children to bed. After the
day's
exertions, bedtime preparation was quite easy. The children had a story,
after which
they were soon asleep.
      *
We had been watching the TV news for a few minutes when Walter called and
informed us that the wardship hearing would take place the next day so as to
ensure
that the children's welfare would not be compromised. He had heard
unofficially that
it was an open and shut case; they were living in a stable family situation
despite the
absence of a marriage licence. I would be installed as their legal guardian
and if their
father could be persuaded that it would be in their best interests, I could
adopt them.
Tina pointed out that adoption wasn't really of prime importance since they
would be
adults by the time their father was released from prison. In the meantime
they could
take my surname unofficially, and Tina wanted to take it officially to
become Mrs
Stephens. This was the first mention of her desire for marriage; I saw no
objection. In
the short time I had known her recently, I had decided that she was the one
to share
my life, and I was certain she would continue to be the ideal step-mother
for the
twins. I hoped also that not too much later she would also be the biological
mother of
our own children. I knew that we would both see to it that there would be no

distinction between step- and natural children.
And so to bed, with the prospect of a very important tomorrow looming.
Because I
had already donated in the sexual arena twice that day, I begged her
forgiveness for
crying off a further performance. I was quite strong in that area, but there
are limits
and I had reached them. She laughed off her disappointment and promised that
it
would be even worse for me the following night.
      *
At the hearing the next day I was indeed confirmed as the children's
guardian. They
asked what that meant, and Tina told them that it effectively meant that
they were
now my children in all legal terms, at least for the next ten years until
they were
adults. They both decided that they wanted to be called Neil and Susan
Stephens, and
they would in future call us Mummy and Daddy. This suited us both, and we
celebrated by going to the entertainment centre where I had met Tina only a
few days
previously. Life, we decided, had many satisfactions if you knew where to
find them.

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End of story. I make my usual disclaimer that everything above is totally
fictitious.
Any constructive feedback, positive or negative, will be welcomed and any
destructive
comments will receive the raspberry that they deserve before being flushed
down the
toilet as befits a load of carp (or use your own spelling).